"Don't you want to play? Just play here." Mu Jin said.

The cat nodded.

"I saw cats on TV all day long, and now I suddenly saw a real person, and I was a little uncomfortable. Do I know that cats are proficient in more than 20 instruments, so how could we dare to show off in front of her?"

The cat looked at the woman talking, "Whatever you want to do, I won't judge you well or bad."

The woman smiled generously, "Since that's the case, I won't give in. I just wrote a new piano score a few days ago and I was about to let everyone listen."

After saying that, she held a piano and went to the piano table to play it.

The guqin sound is sometimes steady and thick, sometimes ethereal and graceful, and this person is indeed good at playing it.

Others listen quietly.

However, Song Sifan rolled up the painting he had just drawn.

When someone noticed this scene, he immediately asked Song Sifan in a low voice, as if it was so glorious that it would be to get Song Sifan's face with a pair of calligraphy.

However, Song Sifan handed the painting to Maomao.

The cat looked at him, "What are you doing?"

Song Sifan said: "Give it to you."

The cat said strangely: "What do I want your painting for?"

When someone heard this, he was a little uneasy!

A woman looked at the cat with envy and said, "Didn't you know that our sect leader is the master of the Chinese painting jade god? His paintings are priced at a price that is so expensive, and it's hard to find a thousand gold coins."

"So that's how it is. Song Sifan's paintings are so valuable!" Maomao was surprised.

The woman said proudly: "Yes, the master's painting, let alone today, even if it was put a few hundred years ago, it could be the top scorer, and it could be recorded in history."

I don’t know if it can be recorded in history, but this woman’s rainbow fart is really good.

Maomao looked at Song Sifan and took the painting in his hand, "Did you give it to me?"

Song Sifan nodded, he smiled and glanced at Mu Jin, which was meaningful.

Even if he stared at the cat, the cat would accept his gift.

Song Sifan was very happy.

Mu Jin raised his eyelids lightly, and he also smiled, just a little contemptuous, and it was meaningful, so he didn't say anything.

The cat took the scroll of painting and patted it in his palm, asking the woman who was talking just now: "Is Song Sifan's painting very easy to sell?"

The woman nodded, "Of course, I don't know how many people look forward to the Jade God's painting exhibition every year."

"Oh." The cat suddenly smiled, "I see that you like this painting so much, so I will take it..."

The cat paused and stuffed the painting into the woman's hand, "Sell it to you!"

The woman didn't react at all, so she had already taken the painting. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and immediately smiled and said, "I dare not ask for it. This painting was given to you by the sect leader."

Maomao pushed her back, "What's there to be afraid of? Song Sifan gave me the right to deal with me. I think you want it so much, so I'll help you!"

The woman was holding the painting and was a little at a loss for a moment. The cat caught her off guard.

The sect leader obviously gave it to Maomao, how dare she ask for it? However, if she insisted on refusing, she would show that she was right and disrespectful to the sect leader.

She was still in a dilemma, but she heard Maomao say again: "I don't know the value of the Jade God, and I don't know how much his paintings should be sold. So, sister, please take a look."

Look............ Give it?

The woman was even more confused. The sect leader was sitting here and asked her to watch it? Isn’t this a murder?

"Hurry up, sister, are you stupid to be happy?" Maocao urged.

The woman looked at Song Sifan, but saw that he was calm and calm, and did not express his opinions, as if the cat sold it and it was not the gift he gave him.

Finally, the woman gave a price based on the last time Song Sifan's equivalent specifications, "10 million..."

"Wow, it's really a sky-high price. The painting belongs to you. This is my account. Remember to send me the money." Maomao said happily.

The woman nodded stiffly. It would be a trivial matter if she had ten million yuan. After all, Song Sifan's painting is indeed worth such a price, and she won't lose money if she buys it.

But what she felt was that why she felt cheated? She was a person from a dodge, and was cheated by the leader of the door?

Mu Jin put his hand on her head, "Are you happy?"

"Um!"

Of course I am happy. It’s too easy for me to get ten million for free.

Mu Jin glanced at Song Sifan.

When Song Sifan received his eyes, he maintained his elegance, but he already knew why Mu Jin didn't mind Maomao accepting his gift just now because he knew that Maomao would sell it.

But so what if you sell it? Even if it is not a painting, he will give the money indirectly.

Maomao suddenly looked at the mobao on the long table of pear blossom trees, and she said, "Song Sifan, do you still draw?"

It only takes one piece of paper and a little ink to draw a painting, and it takes ten million to get it. In this transaction, Maocao wants to do wholesale.

As soon as she heard her words, Song Sifan seemed to know what she was thinking. He smiled, "I will draw you as much as you want, but the things are rare and expensive. No matter how much I give you, you can only sell one every year so that you can maintain a high price."

"That's right." Mao Mao thought it, and thought it made sense.

But Mu Jin put his hand on the cat's waist, and it was very natural to be intimate, "It's enough to play this kind of game once."

This time I was playing tricks on Song Sifan. If there were too many, he would definitely not agree.

"Oh." The cat nodded.

At this time, the sound of the piano stopped and everyone applauded for a while.

Another person went with a pipa, and another person sang an opera.

The people sitting took turns to show off.

Not considered artful and elegant, people from the eight zodiacs have real skills, and they are considered real elegant.

Such elegant collections are hard to see elsewhere, with antique gardens and poems written by some crazy students in the past on the screen wall.

The breeze is gentle, and the pavilion is like fairy music.

Everyone was very intoxicated by it, but Mao Mao was the only one who listened to it, and became more bored. Later, he fell into Mu Jin's arms and felt drowsy. Finally, he fell asleep.

"This is the Yaji that you have put in your heart to prepare. It's great." Mu Jin hugged the cat and looked at Song Sifan with a cold look. "Hypnosis is good. If my cat can't sleep well one day, I will take her to the painting garden."

Song Sifan was able to hold back his anger, "Okay, I'll ask someone to clean up a room and prepare the best bed."

Mu Jin bent his hand through the cat's knee and picked her up horizontally, "No need, she likes to sleep in my arms."

Song Sifan also stood up, his hand reached into his pocket, his body as jade as he watched Mu Jin hug the cat, walk out of the wooden bridge, and out of the garden.

He suddenly said, "No need to play, today's Ya Ji is over."

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

"Sect Master, then we..." One of them asked carefully, and keenly realized that the Sect Master seemed to be in a bad mood.

They were not here to open Yaji today, but they were preparing for the International Calligraphy and Painting Art Exhibition. However, after half of the discussion, the owner answered a call, and then paused, and said that the Yaji would be held soon.

He even made a painting himself.

These people are all human spirits. When they see Mu Jin and Mao Mao, they immediately guessed it.

As early as the eight sects of fighting, their sect leader was very interested in Maomao, but Mu Jin and Maomao were already very close at that time.

When I saw it today, the relationship... is no longer close, so I must be together!

So...their sect leader is now unrequited?

"You have to discuss and decide to give me the last list of exhibitions for the art exhibition. Let's go." Song Sifan said.

No one else dared to say anything else. They knew their own door owner very well. His patience was not that good, especially those in the door.

Everyone took their own musical instruments and left quickly.

Only the woman who bought Song Sifan's painting was one step behind, "Sect Master, this painting..."

She wasn't sure if she could take it away.

Song Sifan took a look and said, "You are here, this is what the cat sells to you."

The woman held the painting and left immediately.

When there was no one in the pavilion, Song Sifan walked to the table and his eyes were on the ink treasures for a moment. Suddenly, the family kicked the huge table over!

The loud sound seemed harsh in the quiet pavilion.

Even after doing such a irritable thing, Song Sifan gently tidied up his clothes, "Maomao, don't like it."

He thought she would like it.

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When the cat woke up, she opened her eyes and slightly adapted to the light. Suddenly, she found that Mu Jin was holding her and was about to carry her out of the car.

"Hey, Ah Jin, aren't we in the painting garden?" The cat was surprised because they were in a parking lot where they didn't know where it was.
To be continued...