Chapter 332 Sending Pictures (Please Subscribe!)

the next day.

May 3rd.

Tang Qing did not go to Lin Jiaxue to play in the morning, but painted at home.

This time, the target is not a firearm, but Lin Jiaxue. After so long, she has never painted for her. One is not enough, two, three, many.

There are no failed works in his hands.

In the painting is his lover, and he does not allow himself to tear up or roll up any of them and throw them in the trash.

Because this is what he loves in this life.

After finishing the largest pair, Tang Qing took it and hurried to the framing shop.

This is the biggest and best picture scroll framing shop in the city.

Tang Qing had never been here before. The information was collected by the command room, and he knew it as soon as he asked. It was not far, a taxi would arrive in five or six minutes, and it was just a block away from his school.

Qingfengzhai.

It sounds very literary, and the plaque is very particular. It looks very high-end. Tang Qing keeps nodding his head. The writing is good, and it is the material of the plaque. . . He doesn't understand at all.

Just know it's wood.

As soon as you enter.

The cultural atmosphere is blowing.

The main point here is that hand-painted artworks are mounted, not photo posters, etc. The business is relatively simple, but it is also professional. It's just that some of the works displayed in the entrance hall are a bit hehe.

Tang Qing pouted.

You copy this ghost look and show it off, you really feel good about yourself.

If it weren't for most of them being good works, he would turn around and leave.

An old man who looked very energetic was carving wood carvings on the counter at the front of the store, but it seemed that he had just started, and he couldn't see what he was going to carve.

I saw Tang Qing enter the door.

The old man stopped what he was doing.

"Hello, little brother, do you want to mount something?" The old man pushed his eyes and smiled.

The smile is kind.

"A painting, use the best materials." Tang Qing replied.

"Our best frame material is yellow..."

The old man's careful explanation was interrupted by Tang Qing.

"I want it, frame it."

"Ah, okay."

Met a rich man.

The old man is also very happy.

Then he took the painting from Tang Qing's hand. He didn't need to open it. As soon as he touched the paper, he knew it was a sketch.

He thought it was a clumsy work by a young man, but he slowly opened it, and a beautiful woman with awe-inspiring celestial air appeared on the paper, and he not only took a deep breath of cold air.

Good painter.

Good composition.

The things that ordinary sketches can express through shadows are really limited, especially when it comes to characters, painting old people has a more 'photographic' vicissitudes than painting young people, but Tang Qing's sketches look unusually smooth and there is no excess. The lines, every stroke is indispensable, but it can express a woman's beauty perfectly.

What a god.

The old man has never seen such a perfect sketch figure in such a big age.

Really master level.

"Little brother, is this drawn by your adults?" the old man asked in surprise.

"No, what's the matter?" Tang Qing shook his head.

"No, I just want to get to know the painter, and dare to ask which master Qingxue is." Looking at the big red mud seal on it, he was sure that he had never heard of it, but the word Qingxue was firmly imprinted on it. in his mind.

Listen, Tang Qing unconsciously drifted a bit.

"I don't dare to be a master, this is what I painted. Please frame it, old man. I'll add money and I'm in a hurry to give it away." Tang Qing urged, he was going to give it to Lin Jiaxue later.

The old man's face changed, and he looked at Tang Qing in shock and asked, "You drew this?"

"Well, it's troublesome." Tang Qing said.

"No trouble, no trouble, little brother, please, Xiao Ke, come and pour tea for the distinguished guests." The old man hurriedly brought Tang Qing to the sofa in the corner of the hall, and greeted the backyard.

"Come on."

A crisp female voice came from the backyard.

The old man smiled at Tang Qing: "Little brother, wait a moment, I will definitely fix it for you within an hour, even if you increase the price, dare to ask the little brother where the teacher is?"

"I'm self-taught."

"Self-learning? You are a genius." The old man exclaimed.

"I've won the prize." Tang Qing smiled.

At this time, a 16- or 17-year-old woman came out, wearing a school uniform, Tang Qing smiled, it seemed that she was still from a school, but she should not be in the third year of high school, otherwise, she would not recognize him.

"Grandpa, who is this?"

"A distinguished guest. You look at the shop first, and I'll frame this painting," the old man said.

"Oh."

The old man came to the backyard, and soon, the sound of ding ding ding ding rang, and the sound of the cutting machine.

Tang Qing didn't even look at it.

That's people's craftsmanship, it's taboo.

The woman is doing her homework at the front desk.

It's nice to have grandpa here.

Tang Qing couldn't help thinking of his grandfather again. There was an old man in the family. If there was a treasure, unfortunately, both grandparents and grandparents had already driven west. Thinking of what happened here and before, Tang Qing was a little sad.

Tang Qing didn't wait stupidly, but went out to buy some snacks to eat, and gave a little to the one named Xiaoke. The two started chatting because of this. It turned out that she was really a junior, a sophomore, a liberal arts student whose parents died early , living with grandparents, a very strong girl.

Time passed slowly.

after an hour.

The old man took out the framed picture.

Forty by sixty frame.

Tang Qing took it and took a closer look. He was very satisfied with the exquisite workmanship of the frame.

"Boss, how much is it?" Tang Qing wrapped the painting with paper and tied it.

"I'll charge you the cost, six thousand three." The old man looked at Tang Qing a little nervously, six thousand three, not a small amount.

Tang Qing exchanged 7,000 RMB from his pocket, counted out seven and handed them over.

"Give."

When the old man saw Tang Qing turned to leave, he hurriedly asked, "Little brother, do you have any paintings for sale?" People who love painting, want to take a closer look at Tang Qing's other works.

"I'm sorry, my paintings are only given away, not for sale." Tang Qing refused.

The old man instantly felt much better about Tang Qing.

This reason.

He accepted.

"It's me who is abrupt. If you have paintings to be mounted in the future, come to me at the cost price." This is also a respect for art.

"No problem, thank you in advance."

out of this store.

Tang Qing took a taxi to Lin Jiaxue's house.

Ring the doorbell.

As soon as you enter.

There was no surprise, but there was one.

The light bulb Xi Shan is still there.

"Why are you still here?" Tang Qing muttered.

"Why can't I be here, lest you bully Jiaxue." Xi Shan said angrily, being treated as a superfluous one, it's no wonder she's happy.

"How could it be." Tang Qing said embarrassedly, he really planned to 'bully' his daughter-in-law.

Xi Shan didn't bury him anymore, looked at the picture frame in Tang Qing's hand and asked, "What are you holding? It's so tightly wrapped."

"A painting." Tang Qing said and walked in.

Lin Jiaxue was watching TV. When she saw Tang Qing, she quickly got up and poured tea.

Sit down together.

Tang Qing handed the painting over: "Jiaxue, for you."

"What is this?" Lin Jiaxue asked in confusion.

"Open it and take a look." Tang Qing said.

Lin Jiaxue did not tear the package, but carefully untied the rope and slowly opened the wrapping paper.

Look at the scroll content.

Lin Jiaxue covered her mouth, trembling in her heart even though she was a little prepared, she looked up at Tang Qing with deep emotion flashing in her eyes, and her face slowly filled with tenderness.

"You painted it?" Lin Jiaxue gently stroked the scroll through the glass. In fact, she already had the answer in her heart. Tang Qing's painting skills were seen at the last dinner party. It was really admirable. Seeing her beautiful and moving self in front of her, Lin Jiaxue simply fell in love with this painting.

"Well, I sent it to you as soon as it was framed, do you like it?" Tang Qing said.

"I like it, I like it very much." Lin Jiaxue hugged the picture frame, and there was a glint in her eyes.

"Do you have any nails in your house? I see where to hang them." Tang Qing got up and was about to find the nails.

Lin Jiaxue quickly stopped her and said, "You don't need to hang it, just put it on the head of my bed."

"That's fine too."

Xi Shan, who just went to wash the fruit, also saw it: "Wow, you can still draw?"

"Of course, otherwise, how can you be worthy of Jiaxue from our family." Tang Qing said with a proud face.

"Would you like to draw a picture for me as well." Xi Shan changed her face instantly and begged, and she also secretly sighed that Lin Jiaxue was lucky, to have such a versatile, handsome and rich boyfriend, oh no, fiance.

"Next time, there are no tools today." Tang Qing declined.

"Oh."

Xi Shan could only write down this promise first.

Then Tang Qing sat down and directly kissed the pretty face of the beautiful woman beside him.

"You, you, I'm still here, Jiaxue, you don't care." Xi Shan was severely hit by the thunder.

"..." Lin Jiaxue didn't object, just lowered her head silently.

Tang Qing was fed dog food by Xi Shan and her husband for so many years in her previous life, and she will return it well in this life.

"You... I'm going to do my homework." Xi Shan also went back to Lin Jiaxue's room angrily.

Without outsiders, Tang Qing didn't care about anything, and as if there was no one else to enjoy this rare time, Lin Jiaxue became more enthusiastic than usual.

Just don't let it go.

But don't worry, it's only been more than a month, and he can still hold it back.

PS: Brush the presence of the heroine.