Volume Two Chapter Nine My Paintings Are Expensive
Liu Xiao shook her head helplessly.
The most difficult thing about the struggle between the two countries is ordinary people, and these ordinary people have no say in the country's decisions.
When you come to the room, use the key to open the door, turn on the light, and you will see a bed and the bathroom next to it.
The place is not big, but fortunately there is no smell and it is kept clean.
I put down my things and went to the bathroom to take a shower and go to bed. It turned out that there was no hot water after leaving it for a long time. I went to the front desk and asked and found out that I needed to boil water. It took about half an hour.
Liu Xiao decided to take advantage of this time to go out for a walk.
Haieungang is not as prosperous as Geumna City, the city is not that large, and there are not many vehicles, not even trams, but there are rickshaws and horse-drawn carriages.
It makes people feel like they have returned to a backward era.
When the sun sets, the people still wandering the streets are travelers.
Liu Xiao unknowingly walked towards the sea and came to the end of a road. Beyond that was a downward slope.
Looking over, you can vaguely see the ships on the seashore, the lights on the sea are swaying, and the lights below the sea are broken.
"Damn it, everything is out of service."
"What can I do? I can't leave. I heard that there is only one boat that can still leave, but that kind of..."
The two walked up the ramp while chatting and passed by Liu Xiao. The man who spoke first had deep nasolabial wrinkles on his face.
"No extraordinary person will die a happy death!" The man with deep legal wrinkles suddenly cursed.
"Shut up, you want to die!" Another person stopped him from looking around and looked at Liu Xiao cautiously.
"Did I make a mistake?" Although the man was unconvinced, his voice was much lower. "Do you believe that so many extraordinary beings are not hiding anything from the people?"
"Everyone has good and bad qualities. Should it be official, or is it possible to be better?"
"Innocent, I stayed in Jinluo City back then. You don't know that the entire mental hospital was full of casualties and injuries, and only a few people survived in the end!
"Official? Heh, he may have done more shameful things..."
The two of them walked further and further away, and their voices gradually disappeared.
Liu Xiao knew what they were talking about, so he didn't explain it to the inspector and let them go away.
This kind of misunderstanding is inevitable, not to mention that officials do make mistakes. Even if they never make mistakes, the news will be distorted in the process of dissemination.
The government will consider this.
But what Liu Xiao cared about the most was the first few words between the two. They were talking about the ship being out of service.
It's normal when you think about it. The Tianwu Kingdom took the initiative to launch a war. It has just been a week. It would be abnormal if the two sides still have normal business exchanges.
I hadn't considered this before, and it looks like tomorrow's journey won't be instant.
After turning around again, the cold wind was about to blow through his clothes. When he was about to return to the hotel, he saw a familiar figure.
Jiang Zhuzhi.
He was chasing a stall, and the stall owner was dragging his cart while chasing him: "It's getting dark, we won't sell any more, I'm going home."
But in the end, unable to withstand his pleading, he stopped, but glanced in the direction of the harbor, with a trace of vigilance in his eyes.
Seeing that the pot was already cold, the boss lit the fire and said, "Let me heat it up for you. Do you want the last piece of meat? If so, just give me an extra fifty cents."
Jiang Zhuzhi wanted to take it, but when he heard the price mentioned by the boss, he hesitated and finally nodded.
The pot is hot, the broth is boiling, and a small piece of meat as big as a child's fist is trembling under the bubbles, so tempting.
Jiang Zhuzhi swallowed and stared at the boss as he heated several vegetable balls and put them in paper bowls. He eagerly took one and put it in his mouth.
As soon as I took a bite, I jumped a few times because it was so hot.
The boss also found it funny. He glanced at the harbor and said, "Eat slowly."
While talking, he took out a small plastic bowl, put the small piece of meat in it, and poured some broth on it.
Jiang Zhuzhi paid and took the things and thanked him happily. The stall owner waved his hand, looked up at the harbor in the distance with vigilance, and left without looking back.
Seeing the worried look on his boss's face, Liu Xiao recalled the conversation between the two people just now. Even when official ships were suspended, there were still "those" ships that continued to sail the waterway.
Are you afraid of that?
Those who can still travel the waterway at this time are probably extraordinary people.
Under today's circumstances, it is indeed common to be afraid of extraordinary people.
In the distance, Jiang Zhuzhi took a few bites of vegetables that had been blown by the wind and put them into his mouth. He was obviously hungry.
Then he carefully carried the broth and walked towards the corner of the building next to him. The package on his shoulders slipped, making him stagger. He was so frightened that he touched the bowl containing the meat and soup with his hands.
Seeing that the soup was not spilled, he breathed a sigh of relief, hung the package on his shoulder again, and continued walking forward.
As a result, he stepped on a stone, twisted his ankle, and fell down uncontrollably, falling to the ground.
The bowl was knocked over in his hand, the soup was spilled on his hands, and the meat fell to the ground, rolling far along the road.
"ah--"
He exclaimed in surprise, and ran after it regardless of how hot his hands were. He grabbed the meat in his palm, but it was so hot that he jumped.
He turned the meat around in his hands, blew on it with his mouth, dusted it off, and took a bite.
The aroma of meat filled the air, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
Chew the meat carefully and swallow it before taking a second bite.
At the same time, he looked back and saw the overturned bowl on the ground. He felt the broth on his arm, and when the wind blew it, he felt a chill coming from him.
When he took the third bite, tears also flowed down.
Chewing and crying at the same time.
The flesh was too small and would be gone before he could finish crying.
So after a while, all he could do was cry.
Liu Xiao remained silent, retreated away from the place, and walked into the shadow where the other party could not see.
Regardless of whether he is a boy or a girl, he never wants to be seen by others at this time.
After a while, Jiang Zhuzhi gradually stopped crying, wiped his face, pushed his bag on his shoulder, and walked towards Liu Xiao.
"You, you...when were you standing there?"
The moment he saw Liu Xiao, Jiang Zhuzhi was speechless and said "you" several times in a row before he could speak clearly.
Liu Xiao looked confused: "I just arrived, what happened?"
He was a little impressed that he didn't blush or his heart beat when he lied.
"No, it's nothing."
Jiang Zhuzhi rubbed his eyes, walked around him and prepared to leave.
"You don't look well, do you need help?"
Liu Xiao saw him stiffen for a moment, paused and then shook his head: "I'm fine, no, thank you."
Seeing that he was about to leave, Liu Xiao said again: "I study art. If there is anything I can do to help, you can ask."
Liu Xiao was not the Holy Mother, he just thought of Su Gu's heart-wrenching cry after getting the pen yesterday.
Jiang Zhuzhi is looking for someone, and the picture he used to find someone is not very clear. He should be able to help.
And he has already checked and found that the other person is an ordinary person.
"Art? Do you know how to draw?" Jiang Zhuzhi immediately turned around and asked.
"certainly."
The other party rushed over directly, with joy beyond words: "Then...then can you..."
After hesitating for a moment, the smile on his face disappeared again: "Forget it, I heard that painting is very expensive, you should be very expensive too?"
Although he said this, he did not leave, but stared at Liu Xiao expectantly, waiting for his answer.
"It's very expensive, but I don't charge you."
Jiang Zhuzhi looked gloomy at first and then became confused: "What do you mean?"
"Knowledge is priceless, so my paintings are very expensive, and you must have enough knowledge to buy them."
"I'm from the country and I don't have a high education. I may not be able to afford it."
Liu Xiao could tell that he got on the train from Jinluo City. But the other party was not. It looked like he was just passing by.
Coupled with my age, I should have graduated even if I went to school.
Also, although the clothes are not shabby, they are very ordinary, and it can be seen from what just happened.
"Don't worry, I'm doing an honest business. You can take a look at the painting first, and then pay the bill if you're satisfied. If you're not satisfied, we won't charge you a penny."
Jiang Zhuzhi stared with red eyes and shed tears of gratitude: "Thank you..."
Liu Xiao led him to the front desk of the hotel to borrow paper and pen, but the front desk shook his head and refused: "There is not much paper, and there is only one pen. I still want to use it, so I can't borrow it."
Liu Xiao said: "Is it okay to buy it?"
Jiang Zhuzhi was stunned for a moment and said carefully: "Buy? I don't have money..."
"I'm a painter, so I should provide the paper and pens. Why should I ask the guests to prepare them?" Liu Xiao took out a one-yuan coin and put it on the table: "This should be enough for you to buy several pens."
The receptionist collected the coins, handed over the pen and paper, and at the same time took out a pen from the drawer.
Jiang Zhuzhi pointed at the drawer and looked at Liu Xiao with wide eyes.
Liu Xiaoruruo didn't see him, so he took the pen and paper and walked upstairs to his residence.
In the room, Liu Xiao sat beside the bed and spread the paper on the bedside table. Jiang Zhuzhi looked around and saw that there were no chairs, so he just stood there.
It can be seen that he is a little nervous.
Liu Xiao hooked up his hand and asked him to take out the painting, then took it and looked at it carefully.
The paper is very thin, inferior quality, very common and cheap.
There are drawings of a man on the paper. He looks like a young man. His face has clear outlines, his eyes are resolute, and there is a mole on the right side of his chin.
There are no major problems with the painting, except that the brush strokes were not clean, the outline was traced several times, and the paper was folded too many times, causing the colors to fall off and become damaged.
These caused some changes in the appearance of the people in the painting, which made people feel that something was wrong and very blurry.
When they first learn to paint, many people find that they may be good at painting flowers, birds, and landscapes, but why can't they paint people well?
In addition to poor basic skills, the biggest problem is that people are very sensitive to faces, and everyone faces many faces every day.
As long as there is a little abnormality, it can be easily detected.
Therefore, if the lines on a painting's face are traced several times by someone who cannot draw, it is likely that the original state of the painting will be destroyed, and the original appearance of the painting may even be unrecognizable.
Liu Xiao didn't say much. He picked up a piece of paper and began to write. With a few strokes, he sketched a face.
Short hair, determined eyes, sharp contours, and a mole on the chin.
"Does it look like it?" Liu Xiao raised it and asked.
Jiang Zhuzhi was surprised and happy, and kept saying: "It looks like! It's very similar!"
The expression is not adequate.
Liu Xiao pondered for a moment and said, "What's the problem?"
"Uh... I can't tell. It looks very similar."
"It's not enough. The portraits you use should be exactly the same."
Turning off the light doesn't seem to be enough.
But it is difficult for an ordinary person to describe his appearance in words.
Liu Xiao said: "Please introduce to me who this person is, what happened to him, and what his character is."
Jiang Zhuzhi showed a troubled expression.
"Don't be afraid, Miss Jiang." Liu Xiao suddenly opened the window paper, "You have put great care into your dress, and your hair has been cut short, but this is not the only difference between men and women. The body shape, body shape, and proportions of each part,
There are also different expressions and personalities."
Seeing that the other party was still flustered, Liu Xiao added: "I am a painting seller, as long as you can pay me."
"What if I can't give it?"
Liu Xiao smiled and said in a firm tone that did not allow for refutation: "You can give it."
As he spoke, he tapped the man on the painting with his hand: "All unknowns are knowledge."
"What do you want to know?"
"I want to know what happened to Tianwu Kingdom, Haiyungang, and him. Don't worry, I'm going to sea to learn more about overseas information. As long as your knowledge has what I need, that's fine.
Get a more perfect picture."
In order to reassure the other party, Liu Xiao told her true purpose. At the same time, she kept writing and quickly drew the Jiang Zhuzhi in front of her.
Hold it up to show the other person.
The round face, the big eyes, the look of panic, the bag on the shoulder, and the hands tightly grasping the corners of the clothes.
It's like a photo.
"I'm just a painter, but this is my first time here and I don't have any relatives or friends, so I need to find out about it from other ways."
"Okay, I'll say it."
Maybe Liu Xiao was sincere, so Jiang Zhuzhi finally relented.