Chapter 329

The next day.

May 3rd.

Tang Qing did not go to Lin Jiaxue to play in the morning, but painted at home.

This time, it's not guns. It's Lin Jiaxue. She's been "skillful" for so long, but she hasn't painted for her. One is not enough, two, three, many.

There are no failed works in his hands.

The painting is his lover. He is not allowed to tear up or roll up any one of them and throw them in the garbage can.

Because this is what he loves in his life.

After finishing the biggest pair, Tang Qing took it and hurried to the mounting shop.

This is the biggest and best picture mounting shop in the city.

Tang Qing hasn't been here before. The information is collected by the command office. It's not far away. The taxi is five or six minutes away, just one street from his school.

Qingfengzhai.

It sounds very literary and artistic. The plaque is also very particular. It looks very high-end. Tang Qing keeps nodding her head. The handwriting is very good. It's just the material of the plaque... He doesn't understand at all.

Only wood.

As soon as I enter the door.

Culture is coming.

This is mainly for mounting hand-painted works of art, not mounting photo posters and so on. The business is relatively single, but also professional. It's just that some of the display works in the entrance hall are a little ha ha.

Tang Qing turned her lips.

It's really good for you to copy this ghost and show it.

If most of them were not good works, he turned and left.

An old man who looks very energetic is carving wood carvings on the counter in front of the shop, but it seems that he has just started, and he can't see what to carve.

See Tang Qing enter the door.

The old man stopped his work.

"Hello, little brother. Do you want to mount something?" The old man pushed his eyes and said with a smile.

The smile is very kind.

"A painting, with the best material." Tang Qing replied.

"Our best frame material is yellow."

The old man's careful explanation was interrupted by Tang Qing.

"I'll take it. Mount it."

"Ah, yes."

I met a local tyrant.

The old man is also very happy.

Then he took the painting in Tang Qing's hand. He knew it was a sketch as soon as he touched the paper.

He thought it was a poor work of a young man, but when he opened it slowly, a beautiful woman appeared on the paper. He not only took a deep breath of cold air.

Good painter.

Good composition.

In general, there are only a few things that can be expressed by shadow in sketch. Especially when drawing characters, the old people have a more "realistic" sense of vicissitudes than the young people. However, Tang Qing's sketch is extremely smooth, without redundant lines and every stroke, but it can perfectly express a woman's beauty.

It's amazing.

The old man is so big that he has never seen such a perfect sketch.

It's a master level.

"Little brother, is this your adult's painting?" The old man was surprised.

"No, what's the matter?" Tang Qing shook his head.

"No, I just want to see the painter. Who is Qingxue?" Looking at the red clay seal, he can be sure that he has never heard of it, but the word Qingxue is firmly printed in his mind.

Listen, Tang Qing drifted a little unconsciously.

"Master, I don't dare. This is my painting. Please mount it quickly, old man. I'm in a hurry to give it away." Tang Qing urged that he was going to give it to Lin Jiaxue later.

The old man's face fusion, shocked to look at Tang Qing asked: "this is your painting?"

"Well, please." Tang Qing said.

"No trouble, no trouble, little brother. This way, please. Xiao Ke, come and pour tea for your guests." The old man quickly took Tang Qing to the sofa in the corner of the hall and said hello to the backyard.

"Coming."

A crisp female voice came out of the backyard.

The old man said with a smile to Tang Qing, "little brother, wait a moment. I will definitely fix it for you in an hour. Even if the price is increased, I dare to ask where my younger brother's apprenticeship is."

"I'm self-taught."

"From.. self-taught? You are a genius Exclaimed the old man.

"I'm flattered." Tang Qing said with a smile.

At this time, a 16-year-old woman came out, dressed in school uniform. Tang Qing laughed. It seems that she is still from a school, but she should not be a senior, otherwise, she would not recognize him.

"Grandfather, who is this?"

"A distinguished guest. You look at the shop first, and I'll mount the picture. " Said the old man.

"Oh."

When the old man arrived in the backyard, he couldn't hear the sound of Ding Ding, and the sound of cutting machine.

Tang Qing didn't go either.It's someone else's craft. It's taboo.

The woman is doing her homework at the front desk.

It's good to have my grandfather here.

Tang Qing can't help but think of his grandfather. There is an old man in his family. If there is a treasure, it's a pity that his grandfather and grandmother have already gone to the west by crane. Tang Qing is a little sad when he thinks of all kinds of things here and before.

Tang Qing didn't wait. Instead, she went out to buy some snacks and gave them to Xiao Ke. They chatted about it. It turned out that she was really a schoolgirl, a sophomore in high school, a liberal arts student. Her parents died early and lived with her grandparents. She was a very strong girl.

Time passed slowly.

In an hour.

The old man took out the mounted picture.

Forty times sixty frames.

Tang Qing took it and looked at it carefully. He was very satisfied with the exquisite workmanship of the frame.

"How much, boss?" Tang Qing wrapped the paintings in paper and tied them up.

"I'll charge you a cost price, six thousand three." The old man looked at Tang Qing a little uneasily. Six thousand three is not a small number.

Tang Qing changed seven thousand RMB from his pocket, counted out seven and handed them to him directly.

"Here you are."

Seeing that Tang Qing was about to leave, the old man quickly asked, "little brother, do you have any paintings for sale?" They mount paintings here, but they can also sell them on their behalf. It's not because of the money that they ask Tang Qing, but because he loves painting. He wants to enjoy other works of Tang Qing carefully.

"I'm sorry, my paintings are for free, not for sale." Tang Qing refused.

The old man felt much better about Tang Qing in an instant.

That's the reason.

He accepted.

"It's my bluntness. If you have a painting to mount in the future, it's all cost price when you come to me." It's also respect for art.

"No problem, thank you first."

Out of the shop.

Tang Qing took a taxi to Lin Jiaxue's home.

Ring the doorbell.

As soon as I enter the door.

There was no surprise, but there was one.

The light bulb, and Xishan is here again.

"Why are you still there?" Tang Qing muttered.

"Why can't I be here so that you don't bully Jiaxue." Xi Shan said angrily that it's strange to be treated as superfluous.

"No way." Tang Qing was embarrassed. He really wanted to bully his daughter-in-law.

Xi Shan didn't bury him any more. Looking at the picture frame in Tang Qing's hand, she asked, "what are you holding? It's so tight. "

"A picture." Tang Qing said and went in.

Lin Jiaxue is watching TV. Seeing that it's Tang Qing, she gets up and pours tea.

Sit down together.

Tang Qing handed over the painting: "Jiaxue, it's for you."

"What is this?" Lin Jiaxue doubts a way.

"Open it up." Tang Qingdao.

Lin Jiaxue did not tear the package, but carefully untied the rope and slowly opened the wrapping paper.

Look at the contents of the picture.

Lin Jiaxue covers her mouth. Even if she is a little ready, her heart is shaking. Looking up at Tang Qing, her eyes are deeply moved, and her face is full of tenderness.

"Did you draw it?" Lin Jiaxue stroked the picture through the glass. In fact, she had an answer from the bottom of her heart. Tang Qing's painting skills were seen at the last dinner party, which was really admirable. Lin Jiaxue loved this painting when she saw her beautiful and moving self.

"Well, I'll send it to you as soon as it's mounted. Do you like it?" Tang Qing said.

"Yes, very much." Lin Jiaxue holds the picture frame, and a glimmer of crystal appears in her eyes.

"Do you have any nails in your house? I'll see where to hang them." Tang Qing gets up to look for the nail.

Lin Jiaxue quickly stopped: "don't hang it, just put it at the head of my bed."

"That's fine."

Xi Shan, who just went to wash the fruit, also saw: "Wow, you can even draw?"

"Of course, otherwise how can we be worthy of our snow." Tang Qing said with a proud face.

"Why don't you draw one for me?" Xi Shan suddenly changed her face and begged. She also sighed in her heart that Lin Jiaxue had a good life. She had such a versatile and handsome boyfriend. Oh no, fiance.

"Next time, there are no tools today." Tang Qingwan refused.

"Oh."

Xishan can only write down this promise first.

Then Tang Qing sits down and kisses the pretty face of the lady beside her.

"You, I'm still here, Jiaxue, you don't care." Xishan was hit by the thunder.

“。。。” Lin Jiaxue did not object, but silently lowered her head.

Tang Qing was fed dog food by Xi Shan and her husband for so many years in his previous life. He has to give it back in this life.

"You... I went to do my homework Xi Shan is also blind for the net, breathing back to Lin Jiaxue's room.

Without outsiders, Tang Qing doesn't care. If no one else is enjoying this rare time, Lin Jiaxue is also more enthusiastic than usual.Just don't let me do it.

But it's not urgent. It's only been more than a month, and he can't help it.

PS: the existential feeling of brush woman.