The sun shone on the piece of linen cloth, and I said slowly: "I want to tell my husband, if the business is not done well, just go home and live a simple life, and no one will despise it!"
Xia Yan paused with his pen and looked at me blankly.
I said: "Write!"
Xia Yan quickly lowered his head and started sketching on the linen cloth. He wrote like a god, and he finished it in three strokes, five divisions and two divisions.
I took it and looked at it carefully, but I almost shed tears.
——Go back and wash up and sleep!
"Where's the money!" Xia Yan reached out to me.
"..."
After writing like this, he still has the nerve to reach out to me and ask for money?
But I don’t know what happened, but I actually gave him the money. Back to where he was, Hanyang gloated and said: "It’s so pitiful. I originally wanted to encourage others, but I didn’t expect that others didn’t appreciate it. Hahaha, it’s really funny.”
Got it!"
"Hey, why is he gone?" Mo Chengjun pointed to the empty seat.
Xia Yan finally couldn't bear the humiliation and left. This was completely as we expected. Hanyang said a little dejectedly: "Really, a true hero is one who can bend and stretch. If he puts on an air like this, if he really becomes a commoner, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for a day."
!”
Hanyang usually speaks in a sarcastic way!
Xia Yan could never lose his former glorious aura, but at any rate, he had been sitting on the street for so long, so it could be considered an improvement.
Just as he was about to leave to find Liuchi, he saw Xia Yan coming back in a hurry, with a stack of white paper in his arms.
It turns out that he used the money I gave him to buy a stack of blank paper next door and came back. What was he going to do?
We all became curious.
I saw Xia Yan burying his head in writing and writing quickly, with a focused expression as if he was reviewing memorials in the imperial study room.
After a while, Xia Yan was finished.
A few men passing by curiously walked over to take a look, and this sight actually provoked others to join them.
After a while, Xia Yan was surrounded by people.
We squeezed in with full curiosity.
"Hey, this painter, this stroke of paint... is amazing. Brother, you are so talented. Give me ten pictures!" one of them said eagerly.
Just listen to Xia Yan say calmly: "One piece of ten coins!"
"Ten coins is ten coins!"
The man happily took out the money and threw it on the table, and left happily holding ten pieces of drawing paper.
Hanyang frowned and said: "What are you doing? Just write a hundred words casually!"
"Oh, isn't this Daoxuzi's ******? Daoxuzi has passed away long ago, but there are still authentic works of him circulating in the market? It's incredible, give me twenty chapters!" someone in the crowd said.
A long, fat guy with drool dripping from his mouth.
Daoxuzi? If your guess is correct, he specializes in drawing ****, right?
"Daoxuzi's painting, eighty inscriptions per picture!" Xia Yanshizi said loudly.
The crowd immediately burst into dissatisfaction: "That person was only ten cents ago, why is it eighty cents now?"
Xia Yan didn't even raise his eyelids: "This is the price for the swan song!"
Everyone thought for a long time, but no one said anything more, and they all paid.
It only took a while to sell all Xia Yan's paintings, and the copper coins on the table were piled up into a small mountain.
Xia Yan calmly collected the pens, inks, papers and inkstones scattered on the table, and then neatly put them into a small bag: "Let's go, take the money with you!"
"Oppa, you surprised us so much!" Hanyang showed admiration on his face and leaned towards him like a bird.
Xia Yan ignored her, turned around and pulled me towards the street.
Passing by a fruit stall, Xia Yan pointed to a big red apple: "Take one!"
"Okay, seventy cents each!"
So expensive?
Xia Yan didn't even blink and threw a bunch of copper coins over. I held him down and said, "It's too expensive, let's not eat it!"
