The Peasant Girl's Name Moves the World

The people on the left and right sides of Wen Yu are well dressed. She can't ask people to give up her seat. The persimmon is soft, so she likes it at a glance. Behind her, Xu Tingzhi in old clothes.

Xu Tingzhi glanced at Wen Yu and didn't care what she said. She went straight back.

Wen Yu took an eyebrow and looked at him: the poor man is interesting.

She turned back and waved to Zhu Zhenxuan: "brother Zhenxuan, come and sit behind me."

"OK." Zhu Zhenxuan came over and sat down behind her.

The position in front of warm is good. No one is sitting. In this way, there is a row apart. Zhu Zhenxuan is sitting right in front of warm.

Xu Tingzhi walked to the back and sat down right behind him.

Warm smelled a smell of ink, and she looked back.

Xu Tingzhi saw her turn around and subconsciously looked at her. Their eyes were right.

Xu Tingzhi was stunned when she saw the warm face.

He smiled at him warmly and politely, then turned and sat upright.

Xu Tingzhi's eyes couldn't help falling on the warm back of her head. The girl disguised herself as a man.

Xu Tingzhi's thought flashed past, and she didn't care.

The auction began. The first auction was calligraphy and painting. Everyone's attention was all on the calligraphy and painting at the auction.

At the beginning of the auction, the paintings were good and skillful, which made people look good, but that's all.

The price is not high, but it is not low.

The old man in front of Wen Yu took the most pictures, and he took almost every picture.

Soon it's Zhu Zhenxuan's turn to paint. It's bamboo for peace. There are bamboo and rooster on it. The painting skills are skilled. The bamboo painting is good. At least part of the charm of bamboo is painted, but the rooster is tangible and godless.

Finally, I took a hundred Liang, which is the highest price so far.

"Brother Zhenxuan, you're so good at painting! You've sold a high price of one hundred Liang. Master Xu will like you." Wen Yu turned back and said with a look of worship.

Looking at the worship in Wen Yu's eyes and being praised by the woman she likes, Zhu Zhenxuan felt like eating honey and was in a high mood: "it's just general. This was my painting six months ago."

I practiced drawing this picture six months ago. One hundred Liang is OK! In order to draw this picture, he went to see the bamboo for several months.

"Brother Zhenxuan, you could draw such a good picture six months ago. Now you must be more powerful!"

Wen Yu spoke loudly, and the old man in front looked back at them.

This time, Zhu Zhenxuan smiled and didn't speak. It was a default.

Seeing the old man turning back, their hearts were like living in a group of sparrows and jumping up!

At this time, Wen Yu's paintings were also auctioned, and she quickly sat down.

The old man sat down, too.

When Wen Yu's painting came out, everyone saw it, and there were endless praises: "good painting!"

"The thrush leaps onto the paper, lifelike, superb, good!"

"That flower, that bird, is like a painting alive!"

"It's very similar to master Xu's painting style..."

.....

Praise came one after another.

"Fifty Liang!" Someone shouted a high price as soon as he shot.

"Fifty or twelve!"

......

"One hundred fifty-two!" There was a constant outcry, and soon he shouted out today's second high price.

And it was the old man in the middle who shouted.

The smile on Wen Yu's face grew bigger and bigger. In the end, the proud expression couldn't be pressed down.

Finally, this painting was photographed by the Taoist priest at a high price of 150 Liang.

At this opportunity, Zhu Zhenxuan naturally didn't forget to be courteous. He moved his ass forward, put his hand on the back of the chair Wen Yu sat, and put his head forward: "yu'er, you're so powerful. You're a hundred and fifty-two paintings. It's a master's level!"

Wen Yu was also very satisfied. Generally, only the paintings of famous painters can be auctioned at a high price of more than 100 Liang.

She's not famous yet. Of course, it's a problem sooner or later. She's just clumsy before. She hasn't auctioned or participated in a painting and calligraphy exhibition..

"I just don't know if I can get into master Xu's eyes." The corners of her mouth rose and said modestly.

"I'm sure I can. I made some money today. Later, brother Zhenxuan will take you to pick out a piece of jewelry for you to celebrate your becoming a disciple of master Xu."

They were whispering, and others were talking.

After all, this price is enough to prove that her painting skills are very good! It's already an entry-level master!

"This picture says that it was painted by Wen Yu. Who is Wen Yu? Is she a new painter? I bet this girl will be famous in the future!"

"Warm jade? It's a good name. It's as warm as jade and painted like a person. It's a piece of jade that can be made!!"

"According to the people who took pictures of the store, he is only 13 years old. He can draw such amazing and lifelike paintings at the age of 13. He is a genius."

"The younger generation is awesome! Another generation of masters is about to be born!..."

Wen Yu listened to everyone's praise and couldn't stop being proud.

She glanced at the old man in front of her and saw that he nodded.

Zhu Zhenxuan also looked at her with a proud face, and the love in her eyes was getting stronger and stronger. Yu'er's real person is like a piece of jade. With a little sculpture, she can shine brilliantly.

Unlike someone, warm? Names are casual and vulgar. They are like a cheap black charcoal. They don't warm people, but smoke people to death!

Wen Yu said that the plague God has been in good health these days, which has caused all kinds of troubles in Wen Yu's family, and the business of the restaurant is poor.

It's really a god of plague!

I don't understand why grandma made such a marriage for herself. Fortunately, she retired!

No, the plague God is well. Will he find himself again? You have to ask your mother to find a matchmaker to propose marriage to the Wen family, otherwise what will grandma do?

Warm and Wen Jiarui have been looking at the above painting without asking for a price. When they saw Wen Yu's painting, Wen Jiarui whispered, "warm sister, what do you think of this painting?"

Wen Jiarui thinks it's very good, but it can't compare with his daughter's picture.

Warm is closing her eyes. She painted a little late last night. She got up early today. She was a little sleepy. When she heard that she opened her eyes and looked at the painting at will, she said in a flat tone: "it's not good. It's superficial and has no soul."

Zhu Zhenxuan in front heard it and couldn't help staring back. "If you don't understand painting, don't talk nonsense! Can you draw such a good painting?"

Warm picked his eyebrows and said, "I really can't draw with my eyes closed."

Then he ignored him, closed his eyes and continued to close his eyes.

Zhu Zhenxuan: "......"

Why is that so wrong? He didn't think much. Looking at the warm look of laziness, he said fiercely, "I bah, everyone says well, but you can't say well. What a master at a young age!"

What is superficial, no soul! Does she understand?

Don't pretend to understand, speak like the plague God, hate!!