Chapter 1281

Delicate painting, the moment she finished painting, she waved to everyone excitedly.

"Mom, brother Xiangyang, brother nuanbao and Jiang Jinbao, my painting is good. Come quickly!"

Jiao Jiao's cry brought everyone together.

Seeing the painting, Zhao Xiangyun was stunned.

Because it is oil painting or realistic style.

Therefore, the structure of the whole picture is particularly real, as if it were immersive.

In addition, it is autumn, when there are many fallen leaves on the ground. The background of the painting is also shown on the picture.

In the background, there are not only Zhao Xiangyun, Xiangyang, nuanbao, but also Jiaojiao herself.

She painted herself on oil paintings.

It happened to be the little girl standing in front of the drawing board and painting seriously, but she only has her back.

Others, if not the front, if not the side.

When Zhao Xiangyun saw himself in Meimei's painting, he smiled and his eyes fell on several children.

Xiangyang and nuanbao all smiled happily.

Jinbao's paintings as like as two peas before.

Lying on the grass, but those feet have been raised and ready to run at any time.

Of course, there are others in this painting.

A man in dark blue casual clothes, enjoying the beautiful scenery, and a couple.

However, in the oil painting, the lovers are so far away from them that they are almost invisible.

While Zhao Xiangyun was enjoying the painting, he didn't know when a man in black casual clothes came to her and the children.

The man stared at Meimei's painting for a long time, pointing to the person on the painting, "is this me?"

Zhao Xiangyun recovered and took a closer look at the man.

That's true.

In the painting, almost all the details are aligned with men except that men's clothes are blue.

Even Jiao Jiao nodded, "it's uncle."

"But why, the color of other people's clothes is normal, only mine is blue?" The man's face was full of curiosity.

Don't say he's curious. Zhao Xiangyun is also curious.

Yes, why is this man's dress color different.

Moreover, Zhao Xiangyun knows her delicate style and rarely changes some realistic things.

Jiao Jiao: "my background is the color of autumn. If my uncle is painted in black, it will look very different."

"What's different?" The man continued to ask with a smile.

"Very lonely! Uncle, if you don't like it, I'll tell you I'm sorry! But I've already painted this picture and can't change it any more. " Jiao Jiao smiled cunningly at the man. It was obvious that she was actually insisting on her own opinions.

The man looked at Jiao Jiao, and there was no dissatisfaction or unhappiness on his face.

On the contrary, the more he looked, the better he felt Jiaojiao's painting.

He looked at Zhao Xiangyun, "Hello, are you the child's mother?"

"Yes!"

"How long has the child studied painting?" Asked the man.

"Not too long. Before she went to primary school, she was sent to learn painting. Now she is in the third grade of primary school."

In fact, it is only more than two years, less than three years.

The man looked surprised and randomly showed an appreciative expression, "very good."

"Thank you for your compliment!" Zhao Xiangyun nodded slightly.

The man hesitated and said, "excuse me, is this painting for sale?"

"Selling paintings?" Zhao Xiangyun was stunned.

"We don't sell paintings, no matter how much money!" It's Jinbao.

On weekdays, he likes to joke with Jiaojiao most. He wants to sell her paintings and buy delicious food.

But how fierce she is, chasing after herself.

Jinbao doesn't want outsiders to say they want to buy their sister's paintings.

What if she loses her temper and chases herself?

It's not a day or two since he was involved.

Never carry the pot again.

Zhao Xiangyun reached out to touch Jinbao's head and said to the man in front of him, "my son is right. My daughter's paintings won't be sold for any more money."

"Don't get me wrong. I want to buy this painting. It's the first time I've been painted in the painting. I can't describe that feeling, but I feel that this painting seems to be particularly important to me."

The man explained to Zhao Xiangyun sincerely.

Even so, Zhao Xiangyun shook his head.

"No!"

Although Jiao Jiao didn't speak, Zhao Xiangyun understood with a look in the little girl's eyes. She didn't want to.

Zhao Xiangyun will never agree to what his daughter doesn't want.

The man took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Xiangyun, "this is my business card. If you think it through, come to me at any time. I try to be satisfied with the money or what I need to do. "

Before leaving, I didn't forget to continue to praise Jiao Jiao.

As soon as the man left, Jinbao shouted that he was hungry and wanted to eat.

With him making such a fuss, everyone suddenly forgot about someone buying paintings.

Take your tools and find a place to eat.

This trip actually made several children very tired.

In order to reward them, Zhao Xiangyun ordered several dishes and shook an appetizer, donkey meat on fire.

Some eat. The children are very clever. They open their mouths and eat delicious food.

"Mom, the fire is delicious. When we go back, can we take some back? I want to give it to grandma, as well as my uncles, aunts, uncles and grandfathers, dad and Xiaobao. "

Zhao Xiangyun himself thinks it's good.

Decided immediately to buy one for the whole family.

"Mom, why don't you buy it for grandpa and grandma? Grandpa Zeng wants it too, as well as aunts, aunts, fathers and grandfathers..."

Jinbao read a long list of names.

The others are fine. Zhao Zhiyuan, who is far away from home, and Zhao Xiangyun are powerless.

But the child liked it. Zhao Xiangyun ordered 30 at one go.

One from a relative later.

The rest is for the children as an evening appetizer.

Seeing Zhao Xiangyun buy so much, the brocade tail is almost cocked up in the sky.

"Long live my mother. I like my mother best."

Zhao Xiangyun made a silence at him.

"Eat quietly and don't disturb others. This is not home."

Zhao Xiangyun will now seize the opportunity to popularize basic etiquette for children.

I'm afraid the child will grow up and become the devil of the world, bear child.

At that time, the children themselves will be in the pit.

Brocade treasure covered his mouth, nodded heavily and whispered, "if I don't speak loudly, I'll keep my voice down. Mom, you are the most generous mother in the world. If you are so generous every day, I love you more. "

"What you think is very beautiful. You can't eat it every day. It's almost OK. You'll have to eat later!"

Jinbao nodded, "I know. I'll just eat a little."

Even so, Jinbao is half full by burning. When the food comes up, it is completely full by relying on the food.

When he had enough to eat and drink, Jinbao touched his stomach with satisfaction.