The meal was ready, and Chen Xiaoxin asked the two of them to go down.

Sitting at the dining table, Chen Na looked at Fang Han and Chen Xiaoxin, and she felt more and more that the two were compatible. Sitting together like a family.

Chen Xiaoxin took off her apron, put a bowl of rice and handed it to Fang Han. After sitting down, she said, "Fang Han, your painting has been sold, but the buyer has a request."

“What are the requirements?”

"The buyer wants to meet you."

"What do you do when I see you?" Fang Han smiled and said, "I sell paintings, not people."

"Maybe curious, your artistic conception is unique and unique, and the buyer may be curious about who you are."

Fang Han nodded: "See you if you see it."

"You sold this painting for 50,000 yuan." Chen Xiaoxin smiled and said, "I didn't expect that there was really a good idea."

"Fifty thousand?" Fang Han raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

The price is not low. Although many famous paintings are often tens of millions at art auctions, there are not many paintings in the whole world.

The world of calligraphy and painting is pyramid-shaped, with the top prices that are amazing. Many middle and lower classes cannot eat enough. The paintings they painted in one night can be sold for 50,000 yuan, which is unexpected.

"The price is low." Chen Xiaoxin shook her head: "You are a novice and dare not mark it too high."

Fang Han smiled and said, "I think it's quite high."

"You don't understand your value." Chen Xiaoxin said: "But I didn't expect someone to buy it so soon. After all, it's not a famous work."

"Who is the buyer?" Fang Han asked.

Chen Xiaoxin said: "I am a customer, I am about the same age as you."

"Then I want to meet you." Fang Han smiled.

Chen Xiaoxin said: "Come to my gallery tomorrow morning."

Fang Han nodded in agreement.

———

The next morning, Fang Han finished the first two classes and rode his bicycle to find Chen Xiaoxin's gallery.

This Yunhai Gallery is located in the bustling area of ​​the city center, and is located ten stops from Southeast University. He rides his bike very fast and arrives in a while.

After entering the gallery, Chen Xiaoxin was talking to a middle-aged woman, wearing a gray career suit, serious and capable, and having a working woman's style.

When she saw Fang Han coming in, she waved her hand and signaled him to sit first and continue talking to the middle-aged woman.

Fang Han did not sit down, but walked around the gallery to watch. He looked at the paintings on the wall and shook his head. There were very few of these dazzling paintings that could touch people's hearts.

He looked at it while walking, stopped in front of a boy's playful picture, looking back and forth, back and forth. The painting was wonderful, with innocence and childlike fun coming to his face.

"Be careful!" A curse suddenly came from behind him.

Fang Han stopped and turned around, and a girl with jade skin stood behind him, staring at him.

Fang Han looked at her, with a goose face, single eyelids and thin lips, a slim and graceful figure, and a pair of beautiful almond eyes bright and sharp.

Fang Han smiled apologetically.

The girl snorted, too lazy to pay attention to him, and continued to stare at the boy's playful pictures.

Fang Han didn't care, looked at the painting and nodded.

He has seen many paintings in the world of dreams, many of which were seen in the Vatican Library, and they are the essence of that world.

He had never learned the skills of painting, but those paintings invisibly influenced him. When he was painting, he unknowingly incorporated some styles and essences into it.

"Fang Han, Yu Shi, you are all here." Chen Xiaoxin came over, and her cold face smiled: "Did you know each other?"

Fang Han and the girl shook their heads.

Chen Xiaoxin reached out and introduced: "Zhao Yushi, the buyer of the autumn wind picture, Fang Han, the painter of the autumn wind picture."

Fang Han nodded and smiled: "Hello."

Zhao Yushi frowned and looked at Fang Han, turned her head and said, "Sister Chen, you can't make a mistake, right?"

"That's right." Chen Xiaoxin smiled and said, "It's so young!"

Zhao Yushi said: "How could he have that state of mind at such a young age? That is only when he has experienced vicissitudes and sees through the worldly feelings."

Chen Xiaoxin smiled and said, "Genius is not much the same as ordinary people."

Zhao Yushi looked at Fang Han: "How many years have Mr. Fang learned to paint?"

Fang Han smiled.

Chen Xiaoxin said: "Fang Han is not a full-time painter, but is now a student of Southeast University."

"Not a painter?" Zhao Yushi frowned and looked at Fang Han.

Fang Han smiled and said, "There is no need to lie to merely painted paintings, right?"

Zhao Yushi said to Chen Xiaoxin: "If it weren't for Sister Chen, I wouldn't believe it. I'm still learning to paint at such a young age!"

Chen Xiaoxin said: "Fang Han is learning painting from me. He is talented and has a little unfamiliar with the skills of the autumn wind painting. Can you tell the poems?"

Zhao Yushi's light head was very light. It was because of this that she was curious and wanted to meet the painter. She originally thought that she was an old man who had experienced vicissitudes and had a lot of stories, but she didn't expect that she was a fool.

Fang Han smiled and pondered, "Let's do this, I'll make a sketch."

Chen Xiaoxin patted Zhao Yushi on the shoulder: "Come and talk."

She waved her hand and a beautiful young woman came over, an employee of the gallery. Chen Xiaoxin gave a few instructions and took the two to sit down in a quiet corner.

Fang Han sat opposite the two girls, and the employee brought paper and pen. The two girls spoke with great effort. He wrote as if they had not finished a cup of tea. He handed the painting to Zhao Yushi.

It seemed as if a photo was presented to Zhao Yushi. She raised her thin eyebrows, nodded, and looked at Fang Han in surprise.

He really can't behave like a person. I didn't expect that he had such deep sketching skills at a young age.

Fang Han smiled.

Zhao Yushiheng glanced at him and saw his pride, and snorted: "I'm very curious, how could you have that kind of mood of a bleak autumn wind when you are young?"

Fang Han said: "It is not strange that there will be some kind of accidental mood when accidental time and place, right?"

"It's very strange." Zhao Yushi shook her head.

No matter what time or place, people's thoughts and feelings are limited, and no matter how talented a young man is, he cannot understand the mood of an elderly person.

Fang Han smiled: "We cannot generalize."

"Do you have any other paintings?" Zhao Yushi asked.

Fang Han shook his head: "I just have a hobby to draw, and I do it occasionally, and I don't have time."

"What are you a college student?" Zhao Yushi snorted.

Fang Han smiled: "There are a lot to do."

Zhao Yushi hummed, "I think you have great talent in painting. It would be a pity if you don't continue!"

Fang Han said: "Thank you for the praise."

"This is not a compliment, but a fact." Zhao Yushi said: "Sister Chen, do you think so?"

Chen Xiaoxin nodded: "Fang Han is indeed very talented, but he is indeed busy and his studies are very tight."

Zhao Yushi said: "Okay, if there is a new work, Sister Chen will notify me."

Chen Xiaoxin nodded in agreement.

———

Seeing Zhao Yushi leave, Chen Xiaoxin said, "How is this Miss Zhao?"

"A rich lady, right?" Fang Han said.

Chen Xiaoxin nodded: "The family is quite rich. She really likes art, learns dance, and is very interested in painting, but she is a little straightforward."

"It's not easy to serve." Fang Han shook his head.

Chen Xiaoxin smiled and said, "She may not like you. She is actually a pretty good girl. She speaks a little bit, but she really has no bad intentions."

Fang Han nodded, didn't care much, and stood up and said, "Sister Chen, I'll go back first."

"You go first, I'll go back early tonight and have a meal." Chen Xiaoxin said.

Fang Han nodded with a smile and left the gallery.

He stepped on the bicycle and quickly walked, and soon found Zhao Yushi on the sidewalk on the roadside. She was walking on the sidewalk in the distance, and she was light and graceful when she walked. Fang Han sighed secretly that she was a dance practitioner.

He was about to speed up and suddenly stopped, but she suddenly saw her holding a trembling old lady and helping her cross the street.

Fang Han shook his head and smiled, kicked his feet, and rushed over.

Zhao Yushi sent the old lady across the road and was returning. A bicycle was standing in front of her. Fang Han sat on it and looked at herself with a smile.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yushi's thin eyebrows frowned and glared at him unkindly.

Fang Han said, "Take you a piece?"
To be continued...