Chapter 83: No money
Chinese New Year is fast approaching.
Years ago it was always like this, people were busy shopping for New Year's goods, and the business of barber and beauty salons was better than usual, but the business of massage parlors was a little worse, after all, there were many part-time workers nearby All returned home.
The business was light in the morning, Xiaoyun was rarely free, she was sitting at the door basking in the sun, a small table was placed in the corner behind her to avoid direct sunlight, and the small pile was lying on it, Do your homework seriously.
Mu Wanli passed by, glanced at it, and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, this calculation can be added and subtracted to dozens of digits?"
Xiaoyun couldn't see her brother's homework, her eyes halfway came over, she pursed her lips and smiled softly: "The teachers in special schools are amazing, how did we teach before, Xiaozhu can even count 10 not."
Mu Wanli slapped her thigh: "No matter how powerful the teacher is, she has to be smart, haven't you listened to the teacher's phone call home, saying that among children of the same age, he has a poor foundation, but he progresses quickly. !"
The little mute raised his head, blinked a few times with big eyes, suddenly pointed to the room he shared with Ruan Qingmu, pouted his mouth in grievance, and called "hoho" in his throat .
Mu Wanli helplessly "touches" and "touches" his little head: "Your brother Mu is just like you, busy with homework and can't play with you."
Xiaoyun hurriedly smiled and said: "Sister Li, don't pay attention to him, he just loves to pester Mumu, and Mumu is about to go to university, so it's serious to tell him to study quietly."
In the small room with the lock, there are two beds in the small room.
In the summer, the floor can be laid, but now in the winter, it is freezing cold to sleep on the ground, so Mu Wanli went to buy a small bed for Ruan Qingmu, and slept side by side with the small pile of beds, Ruan Qingmu can also take care of him at any time.
Ruan Qingmu was lying on the small table, sitting upright, with a pile of ink paint from Chinese painting in front of her.
He drew one stroke at a time, drawing meticulously. Most of the rice paper has been completed, and only the details of the close-up are left.
After drawing for a while, he changed another pen, dipped in the cinnabar paint on one side, and began to draw carefully.
The sun was silent and the time was quiet. I don't know how long he sat at the small table before he finally stopped writing.
Standing up, he looked down at the picture condescendingly, and stretched proudly.
Waited for a while, and when the picture was completely dry, he carefully picked it up, turned around and opened the door.
"Mom, I'm going out to do some errands, I'll be back before noon!" He explained to Mu Wanli, ran out of the alley, took a car, and went straight to the Internet Good place to search.
There is a cultural street behind the city museum, half a street sells the four treasures of the study, and half a street sells gouache oil paint. In some shops, there are also some students from the Academy of Fine Arts who put unrecognized paintings on consignment.
As the New Year is approaching, many shops are also cold, so Ruan Qingmu went to them one by one and finally chose one.
I opened my eyes when I heard someone coming in.
Ruan Qingmu opened the bag and took out the scroll: "Hello, master, can you help me frame this painting a few years ago?"
The master glanced casually: "A four-footer? Do you want to mount it by hand or machine?"
Ruan Qingmu smiled and said, "Isn't it just for handicraft to enter your store? If you want machines, which store can't do it?"
These words are clever and sincere. The half-closed eyes of the old man immediately widened. He raised his eyelids and looked at Ruan Qingmu.
"You can talk at a young age. He was introduced by someone?"
Ruan Qingmu looked at the scrolls and finished calligraphy on the surrounding walls: "I found it myself. From the street to the end of the street, I think your craftsmanship is good."
The old man looked at him suspiciously, a little disbelieving that he could see what was good or bad: "How about you talk about it?"
"Chinese painting and calligraphy, three-point painting and seven-point mounting. I can't see the ones just now. They use inferior silk and clips. The craftsmanship is like that. It's not good." Ruan Qingmu calmly stretched out her hand and pointed to a sample next to it accurately, "Master, just mount it for me according to this technique."
The old man sat up abruptly, his eyes widened: "Oh! Can you tell that this pair uses the best material and takes the most time?"
Ruan Qingmu blinked: "Hmm."
The old man came to the spirit: "Come on, take a look at the things."
Carefully unfolding the painting that Ruan Qingmu brought, he looked at it for a moment: "Well."
"What do you mean?" Ruan Qingmu tilted her head to look at him.
The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, it means it's still successful. If you painted it, at this age and this level, it would be very good."
Ruan Qingmu smiled: "How do you know that I painted it?"
The old man held his hands behind his back reservedly, and clicked the picture: "Five-flowered horse, Qianjinqiu, youthful spirit. There are some things in the front of the pen, after that age, once they become old, I don't have that spirit anymore, understand?"
Calligraphy, painting, writing and poetry, all have this principle. The unrestrained expression when young, even if it is a little more immature, it is rare to have a romantic pen in old age.
Ruan Qingmu thought for a while: "I don't know, I'm not old yet."
He died at a young age in his last life, how did he experience the old age, desolation and depression?
The old man looked at the picture, as if he was stuck by the picture.
After watching for a while, he turned to look at Ruan Qingmu, he suddenly got closer, staring at Ruan Qingmu's brows.
Ruan Qingmu stood still, and let him look at it for a long time before asking lightly, "Old man, is there any ink on my face?"
The old man frowned: "You doll, has anyone shown you the picture?"
"No. What's the matter, can you read it?"
The old man hesitated with a look of expression: "Report your birth date to me, if you are idle, you will be idle, and I will do the math for you."
Ruan Qingmu raised her eyebrows and reported the body's original birthday and time of birth.
The old man took out his mobile phone, found the lunar day corresponding to his birthday on the calendar software, moved his fingers quickly, pinched it a few times, and carefully examined his face again, his expression "looks" Weird and a little dazed.
"What kind of 'chaotic' fate is this..." He muttered to himself, "The five elements are in the dead and absolute palace, and 100% of the revival borrows the fate, originally It should be out of breath and bad luck, and there is a special chance to survive, but the face is not right."
Ruan Qingmu listened quietly, approached him coldly, and smiled: "Old man, my body is often cold and cold, I don't believe you "touch" and "touch"."
He stretched out his hand, and his hand, which was cold outside, rested on the back of the old man's hand, making the old man shudder.
His face was still reflected in the sun just now, and when he approached so suddenly, not only did his porcelain-white face fall into the shadows, but the originally smiling peach blossom eyes also appeared black and white, It's like the thick ink left blank on that ink painting.
"By the way, I'm still prone to dreaming of strange things, like I've lived an extra life, are you talking about revival?"
The old man was shocked by him, but he quickly settled down and looked at him without saying a word.
Seeing that Ruan Qingmu couldn't scare him, she pouted quietly.
He straightened lazily and stood in the sun again: "Old man, stop joking. I have no money to tell fortunes, and I am poor. Besides, we are studying Marxism-Leninism atheism, you can You can't cheat my money."
The old man was not angry. After a long while, he shook his head and looked at Ruan Qingmu with a little pity in his eyes: "What good is there for a lifetime, people live in this world, so much misery It is better to forget about loneliness, suffering and anger.”
Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a moment, and finally put away the ridicule: "Meng Po soup is a good thing, it's not fake."
The old man leisurely picked up the small heater by his hand and nodded: "Yes, otherwise I won't forget anything, I've accumulated it from life to life, and I'm exhausted to death."
Ruan Qingmu thought for a while: "But there are some things that I still want to remember. Don't talk about the next life, some people still want to remember them for life, right?"
The old man sighed: "You are so young, don't think too much."
One old and one young chatted about life and death in the store, no one thought it was weird.
Ruan Qingmu suddenly said again: "But how much does it cost?"
The old man was stunned by his transformation: "What?"
Ruan Qingmu pointed to the painting: "I came to frame it, you are skilled, how do you frame my painting?"
The old man gave an "oh", and reached out and clicked on a price list under the glass counter: "This grade you want, the highest grade, see for yourself."
Ruan Qingmu stretched out her head and looked, and the porcelain white face was about to turn green: "Old man, such a four-foot piece, this grade costs 880 yuan!"
The old man was a little unhappy: "Look at you, the level of this painting is enough to win any youth Chinese painting award, I don't know what the market is? The border of red rosewood is very good. Jiaxuan, I have to cook the succulents specially made of silk, the price is not high, have you never mounted it before?"
Ruan Qingmu answered honestly, "I've never done it before, this is my first time here."
The old man raised his chin at the side: "How about I mount it for you with a pine frame, half an hour, and you will be charged 120 yuan for the whole set, do you want it?"
Ruan Qingmu grimaced, looked at the beautifully textured frame reluctantly, and then looked at the inferior ones on the side: "That won't work, I want the best. Old man, I'm still a student, can I get a discount?"
The old man came over to look at his brows and eyes, and sighed rarely: "Your life is rich and noble, you don't look like a poor man."
Ruan Qingmu smiled and said, "I probably spent all my fortune in my last life. Uncle, to tell you the truth, my family has been poor in this life."
The old man was a little confused by him, and waved his hand in distress: "Okay, let's get along with you, 500 yuan, I will charge you for materials. The last business a year ago, Just to close the door to gather money.”
Ruan Qingmu smiled with a pair of peach blossom eyes and narrowed: "Thank you, I want it before New Year's Eve, I'm rushing to give it away. Can it be guaranteed?"
The old man raised his head and said, "I'll rush you to work! My house is behind this street, even if it's closed, give you a call and I'll bring it to you."
Ruan Qingmu asked happily, "How much is the deposit?"
The old man rolled his eyes and gave him: "My family always accepts the full payment, a twenty-year-old shop, are you still afraid that I will damage your painting?"
Ruan Qingmu's face became bitter again: "Boss, I really don't have money in my hand, I have to go to work to earn some money to pay for the payment. If you want the full payment , then I really can't afford to pay - you see, can I give you a deposit of one hundred yuan?"
& nbsp; My heart softened: "Okay, okay!"
Ruan Qingmu came out of the store and stood on the street in winter for a while, a little dejected.
Mu Wanli gave him a monthly living allowance of 800 yuan, and the clothes and shoes were also handled by his mother. Among the boys, if it was only food expenses, this level was not too poor.
But after all, he is not earning money now, Mu Wanli is working hard to support the family alone, he sees this big expense, and he has to open his mouth to ask Mu Wanli, but he really can't say it.
The silver that I drank a pot of good wine in my last life would probably be worth the cost of a month’s food for the whole family now; just buy a jade pendant for the little mute to wear, it is probably worth the little mute’s body now Hundreds of outfits up and down.
, it is not smooth to use, and he is good at painting.
After a semester, I saved a few hundred yuan, all of which was used on that set of cheap ink, paper and inkstone. Who would have thought that if you want to make a good framed frame, you have to Five hundred dollars.
How worried!
He stood for a while on the unfamiliar street, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number: "Squad Leader Tang, is there still a shortage of people for the thing you said last time?"
Tang Tiantian was very surprised over there: "It should be missing. My cousin said that he has been looking for it, but there are too few boys who are on camera, and I am not satisfied after finding a few."
Ruan Qingmu thought for a while: "Is it 100 yuan an hour? I'll do it for five hours."
Tang Tiantian can't help laughing and crying: "Do you only do it for five hours? Will it be like playing..."
Ruan Qingmu said confidently, "I still have to learn."
Tang Tiantian also hesitated: "That's right, there's a lot of homework for the winter vacation this semester. Then, then I'll ask my cousin, wait for me for a few minutes."
Ruan Qingmu leaned against the railing on the side of the road and was walking towards the street when she suddenly saw a small mobile vendor selling candied haws not far away.
He ran over, bought a bunch, took a photo, and sent it.
"Are you hungry?" He rubbed his hands in the cold wind, typing with stiff fingers.
Sure enough, Qin Yuan's reply arrived soon.
"Want to eat..." is also accompanied by a GIF emoticon of a puppy, lying on the ground baring his belly for feeding.
Ruan Qingmu was so amused that she tried her best to laugh on the cold street.
Oh, found it. When face to face, this person will be cold and serious, and he will be lively and lively as soon as the network cable or telephone line is separated!
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"Who told you not to come back, I will eat it myself."
y city, there are nine cold winters outside, depression and coldness, but Qin's house has a huge sunshine outside the house, the sun shines directly from the transparent glass ceiling, under the greenhouse effect, The whole flower house is as warm as spring, and all kinds of flowers are blooming in the flower house, which is full of spring.
Qin Yuan sat on the coffee table in the conservatory, and the corner of his lips smiled.
"It's okay, just give me the other half."
Ruan Qingmu was standing on the side of the road, the cold wind was blowing along the empty cultural street, and it was piercingly cold. He shivered, and quickly put his collar up high, but the double His cheeks suddenly became a little hot.
Student Qin Shaoxia is getting more and more casual. After robbing him of the leftover grilled squid last time, he was still addicted, right?
He suddenly snorted, ate the remaining half of the hawthorn, and then took a picture to Qin Yuan: "No more! If you have the ability, come and grab it!"
Qin Yuan was holding a cup of black tea and looked at the unbeatable photo: "..."
"Is this an invitation?" He typed slowly, "Okay, accepted."
Ruan Qingmu stared at this sentence blankly, and it took a while to react.
Fuck! ... Who invited him to come and grab it? ? ? ?