Li Guifang didn't say anything else. Originally, her daughter was preparing for a modern and simple style decoration, but her daughter's former mother-in-law refused and insisted on European decoration. Her daughter's former husband mediated, so she chose a modern European decoration. Her daughter's former mother-in-law just refused, which led to this authentic traditional classic European decoration.

It's really expensive to decorate this kind of decoration. Li Guifang's family is not short of money. The two families are working together and they are going to do this. Think about the more than 1.5 million in 2005, that's really a money. The average annual salary in China is only 20,000 yuan.

Not only does it cost money, but it also has to have a way.

For example, some "non-mainstream" Western-style ceramic vases used for decoration at home have a large number of gold-edged and gold patterns. They were burned in China, but they were all used for export. They couldn't buy them on the market even if they wanted to. Of course, they might not be able to sell them even if they were put on the market.

But if it weren't for this kind of decoration, it wouldn't be possible to lose so much money to sell.

Wang Er entered the bookstore and picked more than a hundred books, including art, humanities, philosophy, literature and history, and music. They are all relatively profound books, and they are definitely not suitable for primary school students or junior high school students. He cannot regard himself as a primary school student or junior high school student.

Then he called a car to transport it upstairs and moved it upstairs, and just put the bookshelf in a similar way.

Xiaomei and Wan'er were having fun in the room. When they saw Wang Er buying many books, they also came to read them. After reading only a few books, they ran away in fear.

Wang Er started to write, and after a while, his aunt came to send her summer homework.

When she entered the house, she was frightened and looked like a slut: "No wonder your family has been bargaining for many days. How much does it cost to pretend?"

"This effect may not be more expensive than other people's home decoration."

Aunt Tong continued to look at the room, saying it was not good-looking? Dare to say it! But she always felt it was strange.

"With auntie, would you please let Xiaomei accompany me tonight?" said Wan'er.

"Why?"

“So high, very high.”

"Woman, so do you. Wan'er is afraid of being tall, so don't buy such a high floor."

"Auntie, this is a second-hand house. I want to have a big house and decorate it well. How to choose a floor? There are nine floors above, which are even taller."

“Will it disturb?”

"The house is so big, who can I bother? If I weren't here, maybe Wan'er wouldn't dare to live there."

Wan'er nodded desperately.

Aunt Tong couldn't help laughing: "Okay, but waiter, you have to watch them do their summer homework."

"Don't worry, auntie, look at Wan'er's progress, Xiaomei has also made progress."

"Thank you more."

"What do you want to thank me? Sometimes I treat Xiaomei as my sister."

This is true. In the past, Wang Er almost took Xiaomei to school.

When my aunt returned, Wang Wen came again. She was not scared by the house. As soon as she entered the door, she said, "Oh, Wang Ping'an, what's the one you bought?"

"Sister Xiaowen, isn't that good?"

"What a ghost, so vague."

Is it really bad? Not only Wang Wen said, but Li Changhua also said, Wang Er looked at it again, how okay, is it, is my aesthetic view different from others?

"I bought it, but it's not expensive anyway."

When Wang's family bought a big house, Wang Wenming just heard that the family came immediately. Wang Wenming and his wife talked to Wang Laoshi and his wife in the store. When Wang Wen heard some situations, they did have more than 1.5 million yuan, which was equivalent to selling it to the Wang family at nearly 50% off. At least they did not suffer any losses, but they could only do so.

"Sister Xiaowen, no, I have a good painting ability, I should have a bit of aesthetic taste."

"What kind of painting are you drawing? Cartoon painting. Waiter, how did you write your ghost book? It's so irritating that I almost laughed to death, and my parents almost laughed."

"Sister Wen, I'm OK."

"No, it's very awesome. I didn't expect that the kid who was snotted in winter became so powerful."

"Sister Wen, please don't complain about my embarrassing things when I was a child?"

"You are almost a national treasure, how dare I turn it over?"

"A national ghost treasure, Sister Xiaowen, don't talk outside."

"How many hundred thousand yuan do you have a letter worth?"

"Sister Xiaowen, do you believe it? Give me 50,000, and I will give you ten characters."

“It’s said so online.”

"What are you saying? In the past, "Fairy Tale World" wanted to smear me, and some seniors spoke for me. Some time ago, they made trouble and deliberately conducted an investigation, saying that my novel was better than those written by these seniors. I immediately wrote a Weibo post saying that I love the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers. I praised these seniors for their joy and did not bother them, and then deliberately loved me online. This is also a kind of support."

"If you say this, it makes sense. I really can't believe the people on the Internet, and I'll take it seriously."

"I can't say I don't believe it, but I can't believe it all. The main reason is that I am young, many people are curious, and some older people are also more tolerant. If I am ten years older, I will have nothing."

"When will your book be released? My dad is still planning to buy about 300 copies."

"Don't you, why did your dad buy so much?"

"I'll send it. Everyone in the factory has a book. When I'm tired of working, I'll take a look after it. I'll relax after work. Not only my father, but many of his friends who open factories have this idea. If you don't have much money, everyone will have fun, why not do it?"

If you buy a simple version, it does not cost much, but if you buy it like this, is seven million copies enough?

"And that poem..."

"Sister Xiaowen, it's a coincidence or a coincidence. The leader of the editorial board came to investigate and said that Cheng Tianpeng and Lu Xiu asked you to write serious poems, which is the poem that suits me to Cheng Tianpeng and Lu Xiu. Although the topic is relatively broad, it is also a propositional poem. It almost killed most of my brain cells before I could write two inappropriate poems."

"Is it really a textbook?"

"I chose three novels and one poem, and two of them may be modified. Whether they are up to the top or not is the same as two things. They may be up to the top or not. God knows."

"How much did you hide?"

"Sister Wen, what am I hiding? Can I tell you about the unsure of things? And I saw that the publisher posted a Weibo and deleted it immediately."

"Will Kyoto and Mizuki recruit you?"

"Did someone say that? I'm following, I'm waiting, and then? Then a group of fans are having fun. But can I be happy by myself?"

"Oh no, my dad is yelling to your dad, saying that Kyoto and Shuimu will rush to ask for you, I'll explain to your parents as soon as possible."

"Go quickly, Uncle Wang wants to cheat me."

Wang Wen jumped up and left.

Wang Er continued to look at the decoration of his home, but he still couldn't see it. This style made many Chinese people uncomfortable, but from an aesthetic perspective, where did he find out the problem? Instead, he thought that the lines, colors and layout were very reasonable.

"Xian'er, I bought the oil painting skills. Can I pay back the debt?"

Let’s take a look at the amount of the second debt, and there is still 20% interest.

"Why haven't it been lost if it costs 20 to 30 million US dollars? Besides, the price of books in Europe and the United States is so high unless the host doesn't work hard."

"Then give me a high-level master level..."

"Host, why not buy it in one go?"

“Too expensive.”

"Host, let you know good news that Greenhouse Bookstore has begun to select candidates to negotiate with you." Wang Er asked in surprise.

"Host, since May Day, Greenhouse Bookstore has begun to pay attention to your works. What the system did on June 19 is to make their attention mentality become a high attention, desire, and urgent, so it is called a gift package."

If this is the case, the time will be explained. It took nearly three months to discuss and discuss and complete the investigation of various novels. Not to mention not understanding Chinese, the country is Chinese, and some are talents who understand Chinese.

Wang Er was happy and thought about the sensation of these books in the original West of time and space. He said impulsively: "Okay, give me a master-level oil painting skill."

"That's right. Only with giving up can you gain."

A large amount of oil painting knowledge was instilled into Wang Er's mind.

Wang Er went downstairs to buy materials.

When you get home, you also have to think about what you want to draw and what kind of thoughts or emotions you want to express before you draw. The latter is the soul of a painting. Without this, it is also a kind of dead painting if you draw it.

Only by thinking about these can we consider the composition layout, space, color, light, light, darkness, thickness and other factors.

It was enough to think that Wang Er started drafting at 8 o'clock in the evening.

It was not until the next evening that this large-sized oil painting was finished.

When Miao Xiaohua returned home, she looked at it for a while before saying, "Woman, the painting is really good."

She is familiar with it.

In spring, she and Wang Laoshi came back from Yuancheng Bus Station, and their parents and parents-in-law saw each other off, and the scene was painted.

Miao Xiaohua seemed to be crying, and Grandma Wang Er opened her mouth slightly, as if she was comforting her daughter while using a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Grandpa Wang Er also had a basket in his hand, with a basket of grass eggs in it, and he was carrying something on his back. It must be given to his daughter and son-in-law. It was very heavy anyway, so he had to hunch over his back.

Wang Laoshi wrinkled his face, Grandpa Wang Er slapped the back of Wang Laoshi's hand, and Grandma Wang Er was also rubbing the corners of her eyes with her hands.

A small corner of the bus is exposed on the side, and it cannot be fully exposed. This is the atmosphere.

There seemed to be some vague figures in the distance, and there were also people who were sent to you.

There are characters at the bottom corner, so it is best not to write with a brush on the oil painting. Wang Er wrote the poem in a thick and hard pen and cursive style.

A normal scene that happens every day in Yuancheng Long-distance Bus Station, but this scene bursts out with an amazing emotion.

Miao Xiaohua was almost calm and said, "Waiter, what you drew is wrong. The bag of specialties in your hometown was carried by your grandfather, not your grandfather, and I didn't cry."

After hearing this, Wan'er laughed: "Mom, no wonder my second brother is fun. It turns out that I learned from you."
Chapter completed!