Chapter 375

Wu Tao nodded and began to circle Qiu Xiaotian's painting stall

An easel, two stools and some drawing paper.

This is all Qiu Xiaotian's possessions. In addition, even the lights are borrowed from the residual light of the night market.

It's really a little shabby. No, it's shabby.

But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is Qiu Xiaotian's temperament. His painting stall should not appear here at all.

Next to the vendor selling pirated discs, Ding Tiantian's courage pirated discs were so popular that the aunt counting the money grinned. Vulgar!

Next to it is a car stall selling trinkets. The owner of the stall is a young man. He caught his plump aunt and boasted for a while, just to make the other party sell more pairs of earrings. It's so vulgar!

Next to the bookstall, there are pirated books on the floor, sometimes mixed with some small yellow books for sale. When middle-aged stall owners see young people coming to look over, they openly recommend them. Quite vulgar!

However, it is in such a world of ordinary people that Qiu Xiaotian, who has always advertised himself as an artist, is sitting in it and painting a slightly fat girl.

This is unscientific!

Qiu Xiaotian was so surprised by them that he simply drove away with a guilty conscience, "you two have nothing to do, hurry away, don't affect my creative inspiration!"

As a result, the slightly fat girl couldn't sit still. She got up and interrupted, "Hey, have you finished painting?"

Qiu Xiaotian immediately changed his face and said with a smile: "I'm almost Kung Fu on my clothes..."

The slightly fat girl glanced at it, waved her big hand and changed it into two dollars: "all right, give me the picture."

"De Le ~" Qiu xiaotianxia consciously stretched out his hand to pick it up, but when he thought that Wu Tao and an Rong were watching, he hesitated slightly. Finally, he took over two steel jumps, and then finished the picture scroll, handed it to the slightly fat girl and watched it out for a long time.

This is embarrassing.

At least Qiu Xiaotian's self justification is self defeating.

But he was in no mood to be embarrassed at the moment. He sat down and touched the cigarette. As a result, it was empty.

So an Rong Shi ran walked over, sat on the pony and said, "teacher Qiu, draw two for me."

Qiu Xiaotian threw away the empty cigarette box, touched his pencil, narrowed his eyes to a smoked arc, and was about to draw.

Unexpectedly, Wu Tao simply pulled up an Rong and said, "what kind of painting do you draw? Help teacher Qiu close the stall and go to see Shiniang..."

"Yes, yes!" An Rong immediately cheered, picked up the little Mazar, and then went to collect Qiu Xiaotian's easel.

Qiu Xiaotian still wanted to stop, but he opened his mouth and felt powerless.

Finally, they were pulled into the car.

Pajero.

Qiu Xiaotian didn't mean to speak. He just twisted his fingers and moved his lips.

This is a sign of smoking addiction.

In his previous life, Wu Tao often saw his father Wu Binghua's performance, so he knew it clearly.

However, Qiu Xiaotian used to pay more attention to a person and live a carefree life. Smoke, a vulgar thing, was never seen by him.

Now he even learned to smoke. It seems that there are many stories here.

"Uncle Zhuang, where's your cigarette?"

Song Zhuang found a packet of prunes and just opened it. Wu Tao touched it and threw it to Qiu Xiaotian, the co driver.

Qiu Xiaotian took it over, took out one, touched the lighter on the bridge and skillfully put it on the ground.

The car was very quiet. An Rong, who always hated the smell of smoke, didn't say anything. He just held Wu Tao's arm tightly.

Wu Tao knew this was his nervous and concerned response.

Song Zhuang asked without looking back“ Boss, where are you going? "

"Just walk around and wait until he speaks." Wu Tao is also straightforward.

If you want to hear a story, be patient. And tonight, Wu Tao has plenty of patience.

After smoking two cigarettes, Qiu Xiaotian finally calmed down, said the name of a lot to Song Zhuang, and then returned the remaining cigarettes to him.

Song Zhuang waved his hand and said, "take it. I have so much."

"Uncle Zhuang, you go on. He won't have a chance to smoke again in the future." Wu Tao made this remark, saying that he had taken charge of it today.

Qiu Xiaotian smiled and looked miserable.

A man will not be used to paralyzing himself with the smell of tobacco unless he is helpless and relieved of anxiety.

Wu Tao began to wonder what happened to him that made him like this.

The car goes straight to the east of the city. At this time, there is no concept of a village in the city, because many places are such self built low shanty towns and small buildings, which are wrapped in a few high-rise buildings and buildings.

This is especially true in the old urban area of Beijiang.

Where Pajero stopped, he leaned against a stinking ditch. On the other side of the ditch is the towering chimney of Beijiang glass factory. Under the clear and starry night sky, it looks like a villain with open teeth and claws.

Obviously, living here is not a pleasant thing.

With Qiu Xiaotian's family background, it is even more incredible for the newly married to live here.

Through the vertical and horizontal dark alleys and the dirty ground with the cross flow of sewage, the three people quickly came to the door of a two-story courtyard.

Qiu Xiaotian patted the door and soon heard a woman's hurried footsteps.

The door opened, revealing a pretty face of a woman in her early twenties. Happiness flowed in the dimple, "Xiaotian, are you back?"

At this moment, seeing this face, Wu Tao gave up some thoughts and was relieved.

At least Qiu Xiaotian was not forced by the lady at home to think of ways to make money. Otherwise, it would be really difficult for honest officials to stop housework. I can only come in vain tonight.

Qiu Xiaotian pointed to Wu Tao and said, "Manman, two... Friends."

The woman called Manman quickly opened the door and showed her bloated figure, "come in and sit down!"

"Sister man, excuse me." Wu Tao apologized and followed them into the courtyard.

"It's OK, as long as you don't dislike it!" The woman named Manman is full of simplicity and even a little silly. It's just that her stupidity is different from Ding Tiantian's stupidity.

She is a rustic fool, and Ding Tiantian is a humble fool.

"Come in and sit down. I'll pour you water."

Qiu Xiaotian stopped his woman, "I'll come. Your body is inconvenient."

Standing in the courtyard is more suitable than a courtyard. It's seven or eight square meters at the top of the sky. Looking up at the sky is like looking at the Internet at the wellhead.

An Rong did not look at the sky, but touched the woman's stomach and said, "sister man, how many months?"

The woman rubbed her stomach happily, "it's eight months and will be born in a few weeks."

Wu Tao was slightly stunned. Qiu Xiaotian had been married for less than half a year. He couldn't help laughing and said, "is this teacher Qiu's child?"

If not, the story will be wonderful tonight.

After all, Qiu Xiaotian, such a prodigal son of flowers, will also be happy to be a father. So Wu Tao asked this question with a smile. More accurately, it was a joke.

"Of course!" The woman suddenly said something very loudly, with a serious stupidity on her face.

Wu Tao suddenly regretted his joke. He regretted it very much.

The woman didn't blame him, but said to herself: "it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Xiaotian wouldn't break up with the child's grandfather, so that it was so hard..."

"Now the child is about to be born. What can I do if I can't see my grandparents..."

Qiu Xiaotian came over with water and said firmly, "they never want to see each other. I can feed you two!"

These two people's words are not on the same channel at all, but Wu Tao can at least be sure that Qiu Xiaotian's persistence is right.

For such a woman, even if she fell from an artist to be an ordinary husband?

At least, it's worth it!