Most of the shops on both sides of the street are antique shops, second-hand bookstores and jewelry stores. The small shops are one after another, with a wide variety of products. Lei Haotian held his sweetheart's hand and bought many small things, such as warm ear protection, in a leisurely manner.
Leather hats, carefully woven large straw sandals, a dazzling array of earrings, pendants, various weird amulets, unique bags, ancient propaganda posters, forged documents, antiques, sculptures, and doll sets with images of previous Russian leaders.
... They were all carried by Lei Haotian, while Xinzi held his arm in the air, laughing and joking.
I have to say that such days are simple and happy, and for Lei Haotian, it is a brand new experience.
After passing through countless shops and arriving at a slightly larger square, Xingan was attracted by the street painting artist. Yesterday, she was embarrassed to ask everyone to wait for her because of the crowd. Today, there were only two of her and Lei Haotian. Naturally,
You can play however you want.
"How about we take a group photo together?" She raised her head and raised her eyebrows.
Lei Haotian agreed to everything, as long as she was happy. In the blink of an eye, the trophies he had picked up for Xin Gan disappeared, and Xin Gan didn't care. They said they were traveling together, and if there was really no one to protect her in the dark, it wouldn't matter.
Do not believe.[
The two of them were sitting relaxedly on the pier of a certain stone bridge. The street painter slowly incorporated the two people into his painting. After half an hour, an oil painting of two people leaning on each other on the bridge fell into my mind.
In Haotian's hands.
Lei Haotian casually gave the street painter two thousand rubles, holding the oil painting and sighing deeply.
"What's wrong?"
"The painting is really good. I don't know how many times better than the students from the Academy of Fine Arts who are so stereotypical." She has a good friend in the Academy of Fine Arts. She usually likes to hang out with her friends, and occasionally acts as a model for them when the mood strikes.
But the level of painting is far inferior to that of the street painters. Alas, the academic education is pathetic.
Lei Haotian rubbed her hair, hugged her and continued walking forward.
Xingan put the painting away, "When I get home, frame it and hang it in the bedroom. This painting is very contagious. I can even feel a deep friendship from the painting..." She said with a very cherished look, and then
Then he frowned and said: "Those top students who were born in majors, the things they draw are dry and have no vitality at all. All they have is skills and skillful use of colors. Sure enough, to do anything, the first thing you need is comprehension, that kind of burning passion.
No matter how good a lifeless thing is, it is just a group of painters. Only that street artist just now deserves to be called a painter."
Lei Haotian did not comment on her thoughts and took her into a very quiet coffee shop. The two of them leisurely leaned against the window and quietly enjoyed the music and hot bitter coffee.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Xin Gan did it for a while, and Lei Haotian took the newspaper and flipped through it casually.
When my heart came out of the bathroom, I found that the man was holding a baby in his arms and playing with it. The way he held the baby was not right, causing the baby in his arms to cry non-stop.
But he is extremely patient and wants to make the baby happy. However, no matter how good he is on weekdays, no matter whether you are kind or evil, the baby in his arms will not do the same.
Xinggan walked over, stared at him and the baby in his arms in surprise, and laughed: "Lei Haotian, I just left for a moment, and you gave me an illegitimate child? Tell me quickly? Which woman gave it to you?