Xia Yinuo was worried about money.

Saving money from your salary? Yinuo shook his head, relying on part-time job to save money? Yinuo shook his head. Although part-time design can make money, it comes slowly!

What else can make money?

Xia Yinuo thought about it all night but couldn't figure it out.

On Monday, Yinuo could only cheer up and go to work.

Zhang Qin chattered about Xiaoxianrou, Xiaoya and Guliang were particularly interested, and they had the same temperament with Zhang Qin. Xiao Zhang always plays games on his mobile phone when he has nothing to do. Yu Lan would occasionally talk to Xia Yinuo about clothes, flowers and other topics.

Yu Lan found that although Xia Yinuo didn't talk much, she would never be silent on any topic.

"Yesterday, my husband and I went to the art gallery. This exhibition is a meticulous painting exhibition. The paintings of flowers and birds are lifelike. Go and take a look when you have time to cultivate your sentiments!" Yu Lan suggested to Xia Yinuo.

Yu Lan is different from Zhang Qin.

Zhang Qin likes to talk about family affairs and celebrity gossip, while Yu Lan pays attention to fashion, art and life.

"Gongbi painting! Who are the masters? Are there paintings by Feng Dazhong, Lu Fang, and Zhou Yansheng? Or are they new generation painters?"

Feng Dazhong’s paintings are basically invisible now, and there should be no paintings by him. Yinuo thought to himself, but if it is a new generation painting, you can also go and look at it. Although the new generation of painters are not so skilled, their paintings often have new ideas. In fact, people of all ages, old and young, can look at the paintings. Experts can appreciate the art, and laymen can also enjoy the fun. Besides, when it comes to painting this art, everyone’s aesthetics are different.

Some time ago, a painting exhibition called "SHega" was held in a London gallery. The art exhibition was organized by a famous Internet blogger named Taz. The paintings in it were painted by herself, her family, friends, and friends of friends. This art exhibition attracted 262 people to watch. In the end, eight paintings were sold. Facts have proved that ordinary people can also create good works. As long as they can impress people, some people will be willing to pay for them.

If a painting can move people, if a painting can resonate with you, then that painting is good to you.

"Most of the newcomers, only Zhang Lin has heard of them, and they are quite famous." Yu Lanliao recalled.

"Zhang Lin, a native of Anshan, Liaoning, is a member of the Chinese Artists Association. She studied under Professor He Jiaying and specializes in meticulous figure painting. Zhang Lin is now studying under Professor Yin Canghai?" Xia Yinuo asked.

Yu Lan was a little surprised and said it casually, but she didn't expect Xia Yinuo to know better than herself.

Yu Lan smiled and nodded, “Yeah! What? You also know her?"

Although I no longer paint, I will always see and hear things in the painting world inadvertently. This is probably because I like painting so much!

Xia Yinuo was distracted for a moment, and explained to Yu Lan with a smile, “I have heard of it, and I have seen her paintings. I think her paintings are very beautiful."

"The girl on display this time is really beautiful. I am also a layman. I only know how beautiful it is, but I can't explain how beautiful it is. You should go and see it when you have time." Yu Lan praised.

"Yeah!" Xia Yinuo smiled and nodded.

Art exhibition! I haven’t seen it in a few years! Since when? It started with breaking up with Ji Minghua!

Why did I abandon my hobby for him? And it has been lost for so many years.

For such a person, now that I think about it, it’s really not worth it.

"For a well-known painter, a painting can be sold for a lot of money! I heard that Zhao Zhongxiang's calligraphy is sold for several thousand yuan!"

Xia Yinuo nodded in agreement, “You have to be famous. If you're not famous, you won't be able to sell it."

Yu Lan, “Most people buy it because of its reputation. Not many people really know how to paint. Many people just watch it for fun and good looks."

"As long as it looks good. Haha! It's pleasing to the eye." Xia Yinuo said with a smile.

"Yes. It's pleasing to the eye!"

Yu Lan and Xia Yinuo looked at each other and smiled.

Zhang Qin and Xiaoya on the other side didn't know what they were talking about, and they also laughed.

…

After getting off work, Yinuo stood on the subway and looked out the window at the rapidly retreating platform. People and buildings became blurred lines, very much like an abstract painting.

Xia Yinuo doesn't quite understand abstract painting and doesn't understand it. Xia Yinuo is only good at traditional Chinese painting and can also paint meticulous paintings.

I wonder how Teacher Li is doing now? Too disappointed in me, I'm afraid. And Dean Zhang. The first painting was sold by Dean Zhang for 3,000 yuan. Xia Yinuo remembered that he was very happy at that time. I took the money myself and put it carefully in my bag like a thief. I held the bag tightly with my hand and didn't let go from the bank to my home. When I got home, I immediately took out three thousand yuan and handed it to my grandma proudly. Grandma smiled very happily that time.

Later, I also sold a few paintings, and the prices of the paintings became higher and higher. The tuition for college was all money from selling paintings, and later, the money for my grandma’s medical treatment and marriage to buy a house were all the money saved from painting. Otherwise, if you just graduate and join a company, you will not be able to save much money except for food and expenses.

painting?

Paint again?

Xia Yinuo thought about this problem all the way and almost missed the stop.

Three days later, Yinuo purchased painting tools from the Internet.

The next day, things started arriving one after another.

Good painting supplies are really not cheap. If you want to draw a good painting, you need more than just a painter. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone must be the best.

Yinuo looked at the money spent and felt heartbroken.

It's okay, I should be able to make my money back. Yinuo encouraged himself.

"I haven't seen you draw in a while." Grandma was a little surprised when she watched Yinuo open the express box and take out the paint inside.

It's not a while, it's been a few years. Yinuo corrected it secretly in his heart.

After graduating from college, I left my grandma to work and live alone. Grandma didn't know that Yinuo gave up painting.

"Yeah! It's been a long time. I wonder if I can still start painting?"

Yinuo unpacked the paints, took them out one by one, looked at them, and put them in order.

"Just practice and you'll be fine. You can forget it." Grandma made a cup of complementary food for Yueyue and shook it evenly.

"Well! Practice your hands first." Yinuo raised his head and smiled at his grandma.

"I'm going to feed Yueyue. If you don't feed her, the little girl will scream." Grandma took the bottle and left.

Yinuo looked at the pile of paints, paused for a moment while packing the things, and then quickly packed them away again.

…

"Stop painting, rest, and move around. Facing a canvas all day long is not good for your health." Grandma's voice sounded again.

"Hey! That's good." Yinuo responded and continued painting, trying to complete the painting.

After all, after not painting for many years, my hands are rusty, and I even feel that my posture of holding the pen is wrong.

Seeing Yinuo lowering his head while drawing and answering himself, grandma shook her head. This was how Yinuo started to draw. The words promise well, but the hands don't stop.

Grandma sighed, “You have loved painting since you were a child. You should have been allowed to learn painting at that time."

When I was a child, my grandma enrolled Yinuo in a painting class for two years. The teacher often praised Yinuo for his talent. Every time, whether he participated in school competitions, city or provincial competitions, Yinuo always won the first prize. .

Later, when the family was short of money, Yinuo stopped taking painting tutorials. Yi Nuo just paints at home. I had no money to buy books, so I went to the bookstore to read them by myself.

Later, I met Mr. Li, a middle school painting teacher in the community. Mr. Li enthusiastically taught me for one or two years.

Teacher Li's son got married, and Teacher Li went to live with his son. Yinuo became a person again, learning and painting by himself. Later, I heard that I learned painting from another teacher.

After graduating from college, I don’t know why I stopped painting. It was several years ago, right? All the painting tools were put away and never taken out.

Grandma actually knows.

At that time, Yinuo was so happy!

"Grandma, my paintings can be sold for money. A lot of money!"

Grandma still vaguely remembers her smiling face.

Later, I didn’t know how much she sold it for. I originally helped her save it, but later, I just asked Yinuo to keep the money by herself. I don’t know how much money I saved, but at that time, when I was sick, Yinuo took a lot of money.

There’s more! I don't have to worry about a single promise when it comes to getting married.

A three-foot-square painting took one day to complete. This skill is unfamiliar to any country. Yinuo looked at the painting and shook his head, then nodded. Although it takes a long time to paint, the painting is pretty good. There is nothing wrong with it, just take a look.

"Grandma, how did my painting go?" Yinuo brought the painting to grandma and asked for praise.

Grandma looked at the scene of Yinuo running over with the painting as if she had returned to the past. In the past, Yinuo was like this. Every time he finished a painting, he would show it to his grandma. Grandma doesn't know how to draw. Grandma always praises Yinuo, "It's beautiful. The paintings Yinuo draws are so beautiful." Grandma thinks it looks really good! Although, grandma is not looking at professional personnel.

"It looks good, it looks good!" Grandma wiped her hands, took the painting, and looked at it carefully.

"It looks good to me!" Yinuo said happily and proudly.

Grandma’s wrinkled face turned into wrinkles when she smiled.

"After the painting is framed, how about hanging it here?" Yinuo pointed to the wall behind the dining table.

Grandma turned around and took a look, “It's good to hang it here. It would be great if there was another one like this. This one is a bit small."

Grandma really didn't ask Yinuo perfunctorily at all.

The size of Three Feet Square is indeed a bit small. This painting is Yinuo's test painting, so Yinuo chose a small size to avoid unsatisfactory painting and a waste of time and materials.

There are two paintings of the same size hanging on this wall, one high and one low. Come to think of it, they have quite a charm.

So, Yinuo responded, “Grandma is right. I will paint another one tomorrow and frame it together."

"Hurry up and eat! The food is almost cold. When you start painting, you won't be able to care about anything else..."

Yinuo put away the paintings and tidied up the paints scattered on the floor...

"Hey! Come here!"

Yinuo's cheerful voice of agreement came from the small room.

…

"Tao Chuxue is back." Ding Shuai sent a message.

Chen Yang stared at the phone for a long time.

This name had not been seen for a long time. After many years, it suddenly appeared in front of him again, making Chen Yang unable to recover...