After eating lunch from Nanjia, behind Qianmai, there was Nan Weiwei who was clamoring to go out to buy daily necessities.
On a rare free Sunday afternoon, two girls wandered on the streets of Jintian, holding umbrellas and whispering.
"You really don't help my family draw costume pictures anymore?" Nan Weiwei was puzzled, what on earth was it that made this wealthy fan give up the generous design commission.
"Well, drawing pictures is too hard. The little girl is full of purses now. It's time to live the corrupt days of opening her mouth and reaching out her hands after dinner." Qian Mai's eyes swept back and forth between the shops on both sides of the street, and answered casually. Curious girl's question.
"Dead girl, always rude." Nan Weiwei giggled as if she heard the funniest joke in the world.
Qianmai didn't care, and continued to walk around the store. Suddenly, her eyes glowed brightly, and she pointed to a gift shop at the intersection of the street that was carrying out promotional activities and asked: "Go in and take a look?"
Nan Weiwei has no objection. The two took their umbrellas and pushed the door in. Seeing that the clerk was busy packing gifts for a few customers who were lining up to pay the bills, they watched for themselves.
The shop is not big, but very distinctive. The weird and dazzling array of goods in it made the two people in a good mood. Originally ordinary gifts, jewelry, household items, and carved calligraphy and paintings, under the creative processing of the designer, suddenly changed their faces and became full of fun.
"Beauty, smile." Nan Weiwei yelled at Qian Mai happily when she discovered the new baby.
Qian Mai turned her head, but saw Nan Weiwei was aiming at herself with a cartoon pig head. After a "click" flash, I immediately understood that it was a camera. As a result, a few tugging poses were placed in a coordinated manner, and Ren Nan Weiwei held a camera without film to play around for a while.
In this compartment, Qianmai's hands were fumbled and didn't stop. Now, she was caught by a red-brown surrendering monkey peeler. The handle of the peeler is a cartoon monkey with a squinted smile and naughty holding his hands in a surrender shape. The designer cleverly inlays stainless steel blades between the monkey’s hands, which is truly practical and practical. Beautiful organic unity.
Think of the ordinary peelers sold in my grocery store, which cost only 1 yuan each. The peeler, which has exactly the same function and only slightly creative processing, costs 8 yuan after the discount. Latent wheat secretly thought, this is the value created by the designer. In this way, the path I chose is quite valuable, and the path to money is quite bright. Hey, could not help snickering to himself.
Then, in the glass counter next to her, she found many similar creative little things. Such as fox keychain, strawberry vacuum cleaner, freely assembled building block furniture, small and cute DIY handmade materials, and so on. Creativity emerges one after another and surprises continue.
"Don't move, raise your hand."
Just as she was looking attentively, a slightly cool metal object directly pressed her forehead. Looking up, Nan Weiwei was holding a shiny metal gun in her right hand, and her left hand made a cool gesture to kill. Obviously she was a pink and tender princess, but she wanted to deliberately put on the expression of this cool lady, looking at Qian Mai amused, and snatched a metal gun against her forehead. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a lighter. I can't help but praise, the creative inspiration of the designers is really endless.
Putting the lighter in his hand and rubbing it carefully, Qianmai asked Nan Weiwei: "Is there anything you want to buy? If you don't, we should go."
"I really want to move back home." The lovely princess looked reluctantly in the store.
"Yeah. I was just thinking that when I get old in the future, it seems good to open such a creative gift shop. If there are beautiful and fun things to accompany every day, then life should be more moist." Qianmai also has these interesting gadgets. Can't put it down.
Of course, the final result is certainly not all moving home. The two of them spent a long time picking and choosing, and after enjoying almost all the products in the store, they were finally satisfied enough to buy N sets of DIY handmade materials at a discount of 20%.
I was able to go out and raised my hand to see that two points had already passed unconsciously. Qianmai asked: "Do you go back to each house now?"
Almost immediately, Nan Weiwei shook her head resolutely: "After finally getting out of the cage, she naturally vowed to wander the street."
Sure enough, things are gathered together, and both of them are super invincible shopaholics.
However, this time Qianmai hesitated for a while: "However, yesterday, Mr. Huang Ruolan arranged an interest group of students to go to the exhibition center to view paintings. She will explain in class next week. I have to go there when I have time. "
"Go and go together. What's the point of my shopping alone." Nan Weiwei pouted when she heard the words, and gave up the idea of continuing to go shopping.
The two of them were both Jintiantong, took a bus, and then passed through several small streets and alleys. In less than 20 minutes, they were standing in front of the Jintian County Convention and Exhibition Center.
The exhibition center is magnificent. It was built by Jintian County in the past two years to match its positioning as the Southwestern Zhejiang Import and Export Trade Center. It is a super-large public building that integrates exhibitions, conferences, and commerce. It is said that N billion was invested. At this moment, against the backdrop of the noble, elegant, spotless, and reflective exhibition hall, Qianmai and Nan Weiwei, who had just walked across the street and arrived with big bags and small bags, looked sweaty and desperate.
Nan Weiwei raised her beautiful face high, staring at the gorgeous crystal chandelier in the middle of the exhibition hall and exclaimed: "It is indeed a noble art. Once here, I immediately feel that I have become Grandma Liu from the countryside."
"Hey, is your husband's surname Liu?" Qian Maimai wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled happily. Compared with the hustle and bustle on the street, this place is extremely deserted. The huge exhibition hall is divided into categories, with thousands of paintings, and there are only two or three kittens to admire.
"Jintian County Welcomes the Return of Hong Kong Painting and Calligraphy Exhibition?" Nan Weiwei frowned and read out the banner on the wall softly: "How come there are so many activities to welcome Hong Kong? I also participated in two piano performances to welcome the return of Hong Kong."
"Celebrate the whole country." Qianmai walked forward, pointing to the "excellent award-winning works" block in front of him and said, "Let's start from there."
Unexpectedly, Nan Weiwei stopped moving, pulling Qianmai's arm and asking, "Is there any of your works?"
"Hey." Qianmai nodded with a smiley face.
"Yes. That's worth the fare." Nan Weiwei seemed to be more happy than her work was selected, and asked with a smile: "Where is it?" Before Qian Mai answered, she said to herself and made a decision: "Don't tell me, I'll look for it. If I find it, are there any rewards?"
Qian Mai looked at the beautiful eyes of the beautiful princess, and he was rare and generous: "An ice cream cone."
"Stingy." Nan Weiwei glanced at the same table sideways, but still flung her ponytail to find the "Youth Works" section.
Qianmai did not follow the past, but continued to move forward and came to the "excellent award-winning works" section. Looking at the pair of "Hope to Return" on the right side, I couldn't help but feel proud: "Nan Weiwei, you will find the world forever over there, find the sea and the stone."
That's right, this co-author's "Wanting Home" signed by GOMIENH is the work of Qianmai.
In the picture, a four or five-year-old boy is sitting at the gate of the courtyard with his beloved wooden sword, staring at the end of the mountain road with innocent eyes. It was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and he was waiting for his father to return home. A harsh winter wind blew by, and heavy snow fluttered from the hazy sky. The cold wind made him shiver, but he did not shake his determination to wait for his father to return home. At this time, at the end of the mountain road, a heavy figure walked vaguely, but his face was blurred. No one knows, is this person a returnee or a passer-by for the little boy
The creative background of this painting is the ring event more than a month ago. At that time, the parents were in a cold war, and the younger brothers and sisters were terrified, and the atmosphere at home was extremely depressed. Picking wild tea in the mountains that day, Yang Yong's three words set off an upsurge of potential wheat. After returning to school, her mood was difficult to calm for a long time, so she went to the interest group activity room, splashed ink and splashed a bit, without thinking about it, in one go. Seeing his emotions materialized on paper bit by bit, Qianmai's heart is refreshing.
Everything after that was caused by ghosts. That night, Qianmai couldn't wait for the ink on the painting to dry completely. He hurriedly walked through the grove of the school and knocked open the home of Huang Ruolan, a faculty and staff dormitory out of breath.
She will always remember that scene.
It was Huang Ruolan's clever and lovely son who came to open the door. At that time, Qianmai's idol teacher was wearing loose pajamas, with fluffy curly hair, and was sitting on the sofa with her white and tender feet. The legendary handsome "Master" was sitting on a small bench and cutting her nails for Huang Ruolan. There was a basin of footwashing faintly beside him, and the towel for wiping his feet was hung on his slender thigh.
The chin of the Qianmai standing at the door was about to fall. Huang Ruolan didn't seem to expect her own students to appear, and her plain and white face immediately flushed. Busily stood up, took the Qianmai into the study, grabbed a hairpin and fixed his hair back in place.
Qianmai couldn't remember how Huang Ruolan answered that day. I vaguely remembered that my face was burning like never before, so hot that my ears and neck were almost teppanyaki. I kept regretting in my heart, why did I rush over in such a daze. On the contrary, Huang Ruolan immediately calmed down, and gradually returned to the unhurriedness during class. She took over the painting in the hands of Qian Wheat, her eyes sparkling, and nodded approvingly. After pondering slightly, he felt that it was closer to the theme of welcome to return, so he decided to report to the school's art group to compete in the Jintian County welcome to return calligraphy and painting competition.
Then, this painting appeared here.
Thinking of this embarrassing episode, Qian Mai's face immediately floated with two red clouds.
It is said that Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there. Just thinking about it, I saw Huang Ruolan walking towards Qianmai. She wore a simple plaid printed chiffon skirt, which looked exquisite and charming on her body, but she was smart and capable. The hidden wheat controlled by idols is different and stunned again.
Huang Ruolan saw Qian Mai standing in front of the painting from a distance, and said with joy: "Great, you happen to be here. I'm thinking about looking for you next Monday."
"What's the matter with the teacher?" Qian Mai asked.
"That's it." Huang Ruolan exhaled like blue, and Xianxiansu pointed her finger at a middle-aged man behind her, and said: "This is Mr. Li Qingyu, an overseas Chinese traveling in Italy. A few days ago, he happened to see your "Wangui" at the painting exhibition. "I like it very much. You contacted me through the exhibition committee. Now that you are here, you might as well talk about it yourself."
This man named Li Qingyu is about fifty years old, with a thin face, star-like eyes, and a small beard under his nose. He is now looking calmly at Latent Wheat. Slowly, he spoke, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I didn't expect GOMIENH to be such a young junior high school student. Your "Hope to Return" gave me a great touch. Back then, it was three years of disaster, my father For the livelihood of the whole family, I did everything possible to cross the ocean. Every Chinese New Year, I used to sit at the door of the old house like the little boy in the picture, hoping that my father would come back soon. At first, my father had a trustee to bring letters and money back. Later, when the war broke out, there was no more news. To this day, I have not been able to look forward to returning to my father... Seeing this painting the day before yesterday gave me a great touch. I hope you can cut love and sell it to me. "
The eyes of the three people present were all reddish. Latent wheat is also mixed. Originally, she wanted to keep this painting and give it to Xiaohai in the future. When he grows up, she will tell him that you used to be so attached to your father. In the winter when you were a child, you leaned on the door in this way and looked forward to his father's return. And father, when you are facing slander, he will not hesitate to take the crown for you, he will do everything for you, but in the end he will swallow all the misery, honor and disgrace with blood for you.
But now, I heard a few words from Liao Liao, who had never met a man. Latent wheat was shaken. How lucky I am, at least my father is very healthy, at least my father is within our reach, at least my father loves us so wholeheartedly and all he has.
So she decided to give in: "I believe that your father must still live well in a certain corner of this world. As for painting-related matters, I don't know much about it. You can discuss it with Teacher Huang."
"Thank you. Thank you very much." Li Qingyu's eyes flashed, her calm face couldn't see the slightest fluctuation.
Huang Ruolan nodded lightly, took out a piece of information from her handbag, and said to Qianmai: "Then you sign here, I will take care of other specific matters for you. I will contact you later."
"Okay, thank you teacher." Watching the two turn around and walk to the office upstairs. Turning around, I don't know when, Nan Weiwei has already come here.
"GOMIENH is you... isn't it? GOMIENH is wheat seedlings, and wheat seedlings are wheat." Nan Weiwei tapped her head lightly: "Look at my pig brain. I should have figured it out a long time ago. However, wheat, still It’s good for you to learn to paint. You see, you have made so much money. It’s much better than me learning piano."
"Nonsense." Qianmai's mood has not completely calmed down. Get up there and give her a popcorn. He said jokingly: "Okay, I don't mind accepting you as an unfounded apprentice. As long as you are willing to leave the piano and leave your brother Ji."
"Let you make fun of me." Nan Weiwei's beautiful face floated with two suspicious peach blossoms, and her fist reluctantly beat her arm for a few times: "I mean to be honest, this overseas Chinese traveling in Italy will definitely take action. Extraordinary. You earned it. So, you must invite me to dinner."
"Talking about money is so unconventional. This is art! Art, do you understand?" Qianmai emphasized repeatedly.
Nan Weiwei smiled without anger, "Come on, I don't know what your garrulous intestines are. I don't know how God brought the two of us together. Fortunately, there is only one Hong Kong in China. Otherwise, You really want to make a profit."
"So, I am now looking forward to Macau and Taiwan."
Nan Weiwei was speechless, and she knew that this die-hard fan would never have such a pure and elegant artistic heart. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)