Chapter 250

In the morning, the street was a little cold, and there were few stalls outside the school. Gu Chunzhu found a good place and put the cooking stove in a good place.

"Mom, do you want to put this here?" An'an holds the oil pot with tea oil. She has worn the little guy out all the way. Her thin hair is wet and sticky to her ears.

Gu Chunzhu takes over the oil pot from an's hand, and helps the little guy smooth the wet hair. Look at the sparse hair, it's yellow. I think I'll make some black sesame paste for her every day in the future. Her hair can grow thicker.

"Niang, I also take out the painted paper and put it here for sale. I can draw here with maobianzhi and pen and ink, and draw what they like." Xiao Cheng took out the painted paper and put it on the stall.

The stall is made up of several bricks and a long board, which are all brought from home.

Xiaocheng sat on a simple stool, straightened his back and began to write.

"Ann, what are you doing? Mother and brother are busy!" Gu Chunzhu hugs An'an and asks, tying her crooked braid again after getting up. The little guy's hair is still very long on his shoulder.

"An an eats popcorn while watching his mother and brother make money. He is obedient and doesn't go far." Ann's little chin is a little bit, big and black with serious pupils.

More and more people set up the stall one after another, and all the students came to school.

Gu Chunzhu also sold several pots of popcorn. A student was eating a bun and was attracted by Xiao Cheng's painting. He squatted and watched.

There is a big mouth of steamed bun in his mouth Well, the paper I bought was all painted by you. How did you practice it so fast? Your hands are not sour. "

"It's not sour. Do you want to buy paper?" After a stroke of bamboo leaves fell on Xiao Cheng's hand, he gently raised Feng's eyes and glanced at him with a calm demeanor.

"Yes, the last one is running out, but can you draw anything else?" The student took another bite of steamed stuffed bun, which made his mouth oily. He crooked his head and said, "I want carp, big and fat carp."

Xiaocheng's low eyes brightened, which happened to be what Gu Yu taught him.

He put down the brush on his hand and asked carefully, "do you want ink or paint? If you have paint, it will look better, but the price will be more expensive. The paint is not cheap."

"Color, of course!"

Gu Chunzhu looks up at Xiao Cheng and is glad that Xiao Chengdu can greet the guests by herself. She squats on one side and plays with the ants on the ground with the branches. Gu Chunzhu's popcorn is also waiting for the guests. After looking at the two children, she concentrates on making popcorn.

The student squatting in front of Xiaocheng has eaten a bun. He admires Xiaocheng's writing on the margin paper. He also holds his cheek and asks, "which school do you go to? I haven't seen you."

"I don't go to school." Xiaocheng's fengmou blinks, covering the loss of the fundus.

"You're a genius if you don't go to school and draw so well." The student pushed in at Xiao Cheng's side and put his hand on Xiao Cheng's shoulder. "My name is Jinhan. What's your name?"

Xiao Cheng looked at his hand, and saw that he was still carrying the oil of steamed buns. He pulled the handkerchief out of his arms and gave it to him. "Wipe your hands first, and don't dirty my clothes. My mother does a lot of washing."

"You are also made by your mother. You are embroidered with bamboo leaves. It looks like you painted it." Jinhan opened the basket, wiped his hands clean and looked at it with a pad.

Xiao Cheng opens his mouth and is about to answer. There is a bell ringing in the school.

"Ah, I have to say to you that I forgot. I'll go to class first and wait for you." Hearing the sound of the clock, Jinhan's face changed. He took his bookcase and ran to the school.

"Hello, how much paper do you want?" Xiao Cheng got up in a hurry and asked.

"A knife of paper I'll come after class. "

Gu Chunzhu had already finished greeting his guests and watched Xiaocheng and Jinhan talking. All the students on the clock Street rushed towards the school.

She moved the stool to the side of Xiaocheng, pinched the one who had been wiped by Jinhan and left several oil marks. She asked with the care of her old mother, "is this pad given to you by yingzi?"

Look at the bamboo leaves on this pad are embroidered according to Xiaocheng's painting. Compared with Luo Xinlan's, the embroidery is a little more immature. She thought of it easily, but she still wanted to ask deliberately what is the most interesting.

"Well." Xiao Cheng nodded and drew his fluffy paper with concentration. The paint has been adjusted to draw the colorful Koi. Several pens dipped in different colors are constantly exchanging in his hands.

Gu Chunzhu looks at the boy's unskillful look. The willow eyebrows are all tightly wrinkled. She holds Xiaocheng's hand and says, "don't be busy listening to your mother first."

Xiao Cheng's Feng Mou has a blank light and looks at her mother's strange appearance.

"It's something that girls give you. You can't take it to others casually. You have to take it with you, you know?" Gu Chunzhu asked carefully."Oh, I remember what my mother said." Xiaocheng nodded obediently.

Gu Chunzhu looked at him and began to draw again. He was helpless to think that the boy was a little later than the girl. How nice the young girl is, she must not let the bad boy Mu Huai take the lead.

"Mom, come and have a look. The ants have moved the broken popcorn." An'an crouches on one side and shrieks. Gu Chunzhu can only let Xiao Cheng go to play with an for a while.

Three ants carry half a popcorn. It should have been left by Ann when she ate it.

She also squatted with ANN and looked at her. She pulled Ann's pigtail and said, "you see how hard the ants try to carry their own food and how hard they are working. It's worth learning."

"Ann will be as industrious as his mother and brother when he grows up." An'an raised her face and looked at Gu Chunzhu seriously, revealing a line of millet teeth.

Gu Chunzhu is here and an an is looking at the ants. A middle-aged man with a bunch of beard and a cotton long shirt comes to the front of the stall and quietly looks at a small picture of Koi.

"Do you want paper?" Xiaocheng frowned for a while, drew the tail of the Koi and watched the man stare at him all the time and asked without speaking.

"No." The middle-aged man stroked his beard and remained calm.

Xiaocheng continues to talk about his Koi. Gu Chunzhu also looks at this man standing here. He may just stand there watching Xiaocheng painting. There's no business around. It's no problem. Gu Chunzhu doesn't talk much.

"Have you ever been to school?" The middle-aged man couldn't help opening his mouth when he saw no one to talk to him.

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