Of course, for Jiang Xiao, the scenery of this era is probably better than natural scenery. Unless buildings like ancient buildings like the Forbidden City are beautiful, there is nothing to see in these houses in the county town.

Soon we arrived at the Wangnong Street that the ticket seller mentioned. As soon as we got off the car, Jiang Xiao had already seen a four-story building. A sign hung on the wall said Wangnong Street Guesthouse.

So easy to find.

Jiang Xiao entered the guesthouse, and only one head was exposed behind the J-shaped front desk. Opposite the front desk was a white wall, and a painting was hung on the wall. Her attention was attracted by the painting.

It was a flower blooming and wealthy.

However, from Jiang Xiao's perspective, this level is really bad. The flowers are painted vulgar and have no aura, the colors are used strongly and look old-fashioned, and there are also many rooms that need to create a warm feeling.

She shook her head while looking.

At this moment, a voice sounded behind his back, "Why, the little girl doesn't like this painting?"

Jiang Xiao turned around and saw an old man about sixty years old, holding a cane in one hand and a paper folding fan in the other, looking at her with a smile.

The old man was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, black trousers, and a watch on his wrist, looking gentle and kind.

Jiang Xiao is now more cautious. When she meets someone she doesn't know, she will definitely not comment on other people's things casually, so she just smiled and called out: "Hello, uncle."

"Why, the little girl is embarrassed to criticize? But I don't think you can't understand what you appreciated the painting just now. Inside and outside? Have you learned painting?"

Jiang Xiao felt that if she didn't say a few words, the old man would definitely not give up easily, so she had to tell the truth.

"I really don't like this painting very much, it's a bit bad."

"What's the difference?"

"The flowers are vague and colorful, giving people a feeling that they are not wealth but depressed."

If she could say it, her true comment was: it was so depressed that it was like the set props in a ghost movie.

But this painting still accounts for half of the wall, with thick ink and black and red colors coming to her face, making her feel uncomfortable, so it feels really bad for her to stand here.

“Repressed?”

The old man was stunned for a moment, as if it was the first time he heard this and commented.

At this time, the person behind the front desk stood up, looked at this photo, and interrupted, "Is it possible that our business has become worse because of this painting?"

Jiang Xiao turned her head and saw that it was a middle-aged woman with fashionable short hair permed, and her eyebrows were a bit similar to the old man. She guessed that it might be his daughter, but she didn't answer this sentence.

What does this mean?

Because the business of this painting has become worse?

But the old man pondered: "This possibility is not ruled out."

Jiang Xiao was stunned.

The middle-aged woman waved to Jiang Xiao, "Little girl, you are not here to stay in the hotel, are you?"

"I'm here to stay in a hotel." Jiang Xiao replied, but was thinking about what they said just now, and was secretly surprised. Because in fact, if it weren't for the recommendation of the ticket sales elder sister, she might have really turned around and left to find a place to live after seeing this painting.

A person's first sensory impression is very important.

The painting is called "Flower Blooming and Rich", but the use of colors is really weird, thick and rich, which directly makes people ignore the other decorations in the guesthouse. It may make people feel that the room should be depressing and dull.
Chapter completed!