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Volume 2 Summer Chapter 21 Oil Painting Arrowroot

These days, no matter how busy Feng Chunxi was, he insisted on taking enough time to accompany Lemon. Lemon's mental state gradually improved, and sometimes he would go out to play like before, but he came back in an hour or two. Later, when chatting with Zhouzhi.com, he heard that a new stray cat shelter station was established nearby, and many stray cats were taken to the shelter station by cat lovers. She also recently had to know about it.

Feng Chunxi suddenly realized that all the friends of Lemon were taken away. No wonder it was depressed and lost one after another that was difficult for people and cats to accept. Those cats who were traveling through the alley finally did not have to live a wandering life in search of food in the trash can, which should be a good thing for them.

Since all the stray cats nearby were sent to the shelter station, the cat grass and catnip planted at the store should be useless. Feng Chunxi wanted to dig them out and give them to Zhou Zhi's pet shop. But Zhou Zhi suggested keeping them. She felt that stray cats would still be there soon. As long as someone keeps pets, they will inevitably be abandoned and lost. Those stray cats sent to the shelter station may be used to living a free life and will escape one day and rewind on the eaves and walls of the old street.

After paying Qin Yao's 5,000 yuan, Feng Chunxi also called her landlord Aunt Qin and informed her to come to the store to get the rent for half a year. Aunt Qin praised Feng Chunxi's honest and trustworthy behavior on the phone, and said that she was not so anxious and would go to the store in a few days.

On a sunny morning, Aunt Qin finally came to Chunxi Gardening Store with steady steps, and Qin Yao was accompanied by her. When Aunt Qin with a wide shoulder body plate and Qin Yao with a slim and artistic temperament appeared at the door, Feng Chunxi was a little doubtful whether they were their aunts and nephews.

"Why are you here together?" Feng Chunxi stepped forward to say hello to the two of them.

"It's such a big deal to withdraw money, of course I have to find someone to accompany you, otherwise what if I get robbed?" As he said that, Aunt Qin lifted the oversized leather bag in her hand.

"My dear aunt, I can only give you 40,000 now. Your bag can probably hold 400,000."

"Do you think I'm taking such a big bag to fill the money? You're not a guy who is polite and elegant. You have to ask Yaoyao to draw sunflowers for you, for you!"

Aunt Qin unzipped the zipper and took out a picture frame from her bag, which was painted with a piece of sunflower.

Qin Yao took the picture frame from Aunt Qin's hand and handed it to Feng Chunxi, saying, "I haven't painted oil paintings for a long time. I don't draw well. I hope you will like it."

The frame is not big, and it is about the same size as the A3 paper when touched. It looks very high-end logs and looks very exquisite. Feng Chunxi carefully appreciates the contents of the painting. Qin Yao painted a hillside full of sunflowers, with the blue sky and the smiling sun in the distance.

Although Feng Chunxi didn't know how to draw, the sunflower painted by Qin Yao made him yearn for him, hoping that he could be on the hillside full of sunflowers in the painting and run to the fullest.

"Hey, boy, I've painted it for you. Didn't you find that this bag is empty? Fill it in." Seeing Feng Chunxi looking at the painting, Aunt Qin urged.

Feng Chunxi then realized and took out the 40,000 yuan that had been prepared and gave it to Aunt Qin.

Aunt Qin looked at the four stacks of coins, put them in her bag and said, "Sisters are still waiting for me to play mahjong. You guys talk, I'll leave first."

When Feng Chunxi first greeted Qin Yao in his shop, he felt awkward to visit someone else's house. He called Qin Yao to sit on his shiny rattan chair, then turned around to boil water, then picked the mint leaf buds and put them in a cup, soaking a cup of his favorite mint water for Qin Yao.

After chatting about the situation of Chunxi Gardening Store for a while, Feng Chunxi invited Qin Yao to choose a green plant as a gift, which was also agreed when we met last time. Qin Yao visited the store, and each plant looked very beautiful, but she didn't know which pot to choose. She really had no experience in raising green plants, so she proposed that Feng Chunxi choose for her.

Feng Chunxi thought for a while and said, "You give me an oil painting, and I'll give you a pot of oil paintings too."

"Hmm? A pot of oil painting?" Qin Yao looked at Feng Chunxi suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.

Feng Chunxi did not immediately answer Qin Yao's doubts, but walked to the flower stand with a smile, raised his feet slightly, and took down a gray clay pot placed in the top row. The one planted inside was an oil-painted arrowroot.

Because this pot of oil-painted arrowroot is very precious, and this plant does not like too strong light, Feng Chunxi then placed it at the top of the shelf. Qin Yao has been searching within the range that she can easily see in her sight, and did not notice that there is such a pot of green plant at a high place. When she saw this tree with white and green blended together, the color depths are different, the leaf texture and oil-painted arrowroot is amazing.

"How can it look so good? White and green are mixed together, as if it has knocked over the palette." Qin Yao exclaimed.

Feng Chunxi knew that Qin Yao would definitely like it. As a person who loves painting, how could he refuse a natural "oil painting".

"This kind of green plant is a mutated variety that has been cultivated in recent years. It is quite precious. Of course it looks good. I keep it for myself to raise it. Not to mention selling it, I can't bear to show it to others casually, so I put it on a high place."

"Then you are willing to take it out and show it to me. It seems that you really treat me like a friend."

"I want to give it to you." Feng Chunxi picked up the pottery jar with both hands and handed it to Qin Yao.

"But, you like this pot of flowers very much. How can I win people's love?" Qin Yao looked at the pot of oil-painted bamboo sticks, with a look of love, but hesitated and did not take it.

"I am a gardener, and it is my duty to plant plants that belong to people for them. Just like you draw, the more satisfied the work you are, the more you hope it will fall into the hands of someone who understands it."

"Well, you're right about this."

"I can feel that this pot of oil-painted arrowroot also likes you very much. It is just waiting for your arrival. I just keep it for you until today you come to pick it up home."

"I didn't expect you to be quite able to say it. Since that's the case, I'll accept it. I really like this pot of flowers." As he said that, Qin Yao happily took over the oil-painted arrowroot.

Although oil paintings of bamboo sticks are beautiful, they are difficult to maintain. They like bright environments and are afraid of strong light, like humid environments and are afraid of water accumulation, and dust on the leaves must be cleaned up frequently. In order to ensure that Qin Yao can raise this pot of flowers, Feng Chunxi patiently explained the precautions for her and wrote them with a pen. Originally, Qin Yao thought that Feng Chunxi had low cultural literacy, but she saw that his writing was well-educated and beautiful, and it was impossible to write it out without special practice.

Feng Chunxi focused on sharing skills for growing flowers with Qin Yao, but he didn't notice that a young man came at the door. When the other party entered the house, he found out that it was Wang Zhitao from the police station. He was not wearing a police uniform, wearing a white T-shirt and khaki casual pants, and seemed to be a white-collar worker in a corporate world.

"Chunxi, I have found you a place where you can plant sunflowers." After saying that, Wang Zhitao picked up the cup on the table and drank a big sip of water. It seemed that he was thirsty.

Feng Chunxi wanted to remind him that the cup was not his own, but Qin Yao's, but it was too late, and it was still important to be serious, so he asked Wang Zhitao: "Police Wang, where is it? I'm in a hurry to do this."

"It's just in Xijiao Village, which is more than ten kilometers away. There is an abandoned brick factory, and the brick kilns have been stripped down, and several factories are almost collapsed. Now it's just a pile of rubble. I don't want to plant other crops, so I'm just abandoned."

"I don't have to worry about rubble piles. Sunflowers have strong adaptability and can survive even in saline-alkali land."

"I thought of that only when I knew this. At this time, it is impossible for you to rent other land."

"How big is that place? How much does the boss want to rent?" At this moment, Feng Chunxi's most concerned issue was the cost issue.

"The area is about five or six acres. The place is idle and you have to invest a lot of money to open the abandoned site into land. I have a preliminary talk with the boss. If you are satisfied with the place after seeing it, you don't have to pay the rent this year. If you renew the rent next year, you can give it 2,000 yuan a year."

After listening to Wang Zhitao's introduction, Feng Chun couldn't hide his excitement. He couldn't wait to go to that place to take a look.
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