Anyi used to see some tourist attractions that literary youths like to visit, such as the Lijiang River in Yunnan. Some artists with always coquettish hair can set up stalls and sell paintings in the streets. They can present the paintings directly on T-shirts, which are very powerful and stylish.

What she had to do next was naturally to learn from these great people. She always felt that painting in the street was a very good, literary and stylish thing...

However, the cruel reality gave her a blow!

She chose the location where she painted in the street in the underground walking passage close to the city center with a good flow of people every day, because there are often people playing erhu and some professional beggars with familiar faces. They look quite good at their income...

But for some reason, she put the guy who was eating into this underground walking passage and put on a stance. When she was preparing to create for customers, she felt that she was not literary or elegant at all, and the style of painting was not right?

Should she also put a pitiful iron bowl in front of herself?

An Yi stood in front of her bracket, her whole body was frozen to death, but no one came up to ask how her paintings were sold. Many people were in a hurry, but most men couldn't help but admire her beautiful figure with curiosity. After all, An Yi's appearance is indeed very high. Although she can't dress herself up at all, she has no consciousness as a beauty.

For a whole day, An Yi had no income, but the professional beggar next to her and the third-rate Erhu old man had an income of at least a hundred...

Is there any law in this world?

An Yi was so depressed that she wanted to die. Is this the sorrow of the artist?

She finally realized what Van Gogh felt!

In fact, it was mainly because she was too reserved and introverted, and she didn't tell anyone who passed by that she was sketching for people on the street and selling paintings. People thought she was here to practice painting, and she pretended to be a big shot. How could such a person be short of money?

Last time, there was another person who was playing saxophone here. After the blow, he drove away with a domestic "Hualong" supercar worth tens of millions... and many passers-by were shocked.

She foolishly brought her painting tools to this underground walking passage with her painting tools for four days. Even if she was cold to death every day, she still had to do it, and she didn't believe it!

Until the fifth day, the professional beggar with a beard with a very young face finally couldn't stand it anymore. When he finished work, he came to An Yi and said, "Drawing?"

An Yi felt that this beggar looked a bit like the "Cialis Brother" who was once popular on the Internet in her world, especially since he was still holding a soft China that had just been taken out of his pocket in his mouth...

Beggars also suck China? It’s true that they are professional!

"Yeah." An Yi replied muffledly, "The other party is not a woman, so she is not afraid."

"Can you see your works?" asked the beggar, and he was actually a little gentle and kind.

"Please." An Yi also brought several oil paintings by An Yi before, all of which were framed, but they were not ready to sell them, just to show customers his painting skills.

The outer frame of this oil painting is very particular, it is an important part of a complete oil painting. Especially for works with strong realistic nature, the outer frame plays a role in defining the vision of the work, and can often make the picture appear concentrated and compact. Moreover, the scenery in the painting gives people endless imagination due to the limitation of the border. The materials of the picture frame are mostly wood, gypsum, aluminum alloy, etc., and their size and thickness depend on the situation of the work.

The beggar picked up a painting to admire it. The golden green fields, European-style farmhouses, and a mud road paved from near to far. The whole painting is extremely realistic and has a very artistic atmosphere. The style is still gorgeous and beautiful to the extreme, which shows the painter's superb level!

This is still an works from An Yi when she was in junior high school.

"No," the beggar nodded and commented as if he was very good.

"Thank you." An Yi also replied casually.

"Spain? You've been there."

"No, it's Switzerland."

"Good guy, it's pretty good, how about Switzerland?"

“I haven’t been there.”

"Uh... Then why did you draw Switzerland so much like Switzerland?"

"Don't you think this is Spain just now?"

The beggar was choked and smiled bitterly before saying, "Okay, let's get to know me. My name is Ou He, Euclid's geometry, is a wandering writer. I recently wanted to write a novel about the life of a beggar, so I came here to experience life every day, and then I found that the money I begged for was higher than my royalties... What's your name, painter?"

"Don't call me a painter, I won't come here if my home is home." An Yi replied, breathing hard on her cold little hands.

"Okay, what's the name, painter?" Ou He always felt that his name was like describing a kindergarten child, but the overly young girl in front of him had very superb painting skills. At least in his opinion, she was better than his friends who claimed to be painters and artists in the circle!

"Remember."

"Wang Anyi?"

"no."

"Li Anyi?"

"My name is An Yi, my surname is 'An', my name is 'Yi', my name is 'Yi', my name is 'An', my name is 'Ping', and my name is 'I'."

Just as Ou He chatted with Anyi, many other curious people gathered around, mostly men. This shows that when selling things, there is importance of a child care. Of course, the seller's good looks is also a just thing...

The young writer and part-time beggar Ou He, who got the name of a girl, showed a satisfied smile and said, "This painting is good, I bought it."

"I won't sell this!" An Yi quickly snatched the oil painting in his hand and protected it in his arms, like a hen protecting the chicken.

Ou He was stunned for a moment and said, "Then what are you selling?"

"I will draw the sketch now, and it can be completed in half an hour at the fastest." An Yi said.

Ou He actually wanted to help this girl who seemed to be short of money, and didn't care what kind of painting she could buy, so he said, "Yes, just draw a portrait of me. If you can write some more messages that match my identity as a writer, it would be even better."

Of course, An Yi agreed and was excited that she could do her first business, not knowing that it was just Ou He who was sympathetic to this pitiful girl.

When Ou He saw many curious people gathered around to watch the girl’s paintings, he couldn’t help but sigh: “Actually, I envy you painters, including calligraphers, because you can paint in the street and show off your limelight, but I, a writer who crawls into the dog, can’t move a table to write in the street…”

When An Yi picked up the brush, her temperament seemed to have undergone a tremendous change, giving people a feeling that it was about to burn!
Chapter completed!