Chapter 375 (1/2)

Wu Tao nodded and began to circle Qiu Xiaotian's painting stall

An easel, two stools and some drawing paper.

This is all Qiu Xiaotian's possessions. In addition, even the lights are borrowed from the residual light of the night market.

It's really a little shabby. No, it's shabby.

But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is Qiu Xiaotian's temperament. His painting stall should not appear here at all.

Next to the vendor selling pirated discs, Ding Tiantian's courage pirated discs were so popular that the aunt counting the money grinned. Vulgar!

Next to it is a car stall selling trinkets. The owner of the stall is a young man. He caught his plump aunt and boasted for a while, just to make the other party sell more pairs of earrings. It's so vulgar!

Next to the bookstall, there are pirated books on the floor, sometimes mixed with some small yellow books for sale. When middle-aged stall owners see young people coming to look over, they openly recommend them. Quite vulgar!

However, it is in such a world of ordinary people that Qiu Xiaotian, who has always advertised himself as an artist, is sitting in it and painting a slightly fat girl.

This is unscientific!

Qiu Xiaotian was so surprised by them that he simply drove away with a guilty conscience, ”you two have nothing to do, hurry away, don't affect my creative inspiration!”

As a result, the slightly fat girl couldn't sit still. She got up and interrupted, ”Hey, have you finished painting?”

Qiu Xiaotian immediately changed his face and said with a smile: ”I'm almost Kung Fu on my clothes...”

The slightly fat girl glanced at it, waved her big hand and changed it into two dollars: ”all right, give me the picture.”

”De Le ~” Qiu xiaotianxia consciously stretched out his hand to pick it up, but when he thought that Wu Tao and an Rong were watching, he hesitated slightly. Finally, he took over two steel jumps, and then finished the picture scroll, handed it to the slightly fat girl and watched it out for a long time.

This is embarrassing.

At least Qiu Xiaotian's self justification is self defeating.

But he was in no mood to be embarrassed at the moment. He sat down and touched the cigarette. As a result, it was empty.

So an Rong Shi ran walked over, sat on the pony and said, ”teacher Qiu, draw two for me.”

Qiu Xiaotian threw away the empty cigarette box, touched his pencil, narrowed his eyes to a smoked arc, and was about to draw.

Unexpectedly, Wu Tao simply pulled up an Rong and said, ”what kind of painting do you draw? Help teacher Qiu close the stall and go to see Shiniang...”

”Yes, yes!” An Rong immediately cheered, picked up the little Mazar, and then went to collect Qiu Xiaotian's easel.

Qiu Xiaotian still wanted to stop, but he opened his mouth and felt powerless.

Finally, they were pulled into the car.

Pajero.

Qiu Xiaotian didn't mean to speak. He just twisted his fingers and moved his lips.

This is a sign of smoking addiction.

In his previous life, Wu Tao often saw his father Wu Binghua's performance, so he knew it clearly.

However, Qiu Xiaotian used to pay more attention to a person and live a carefree life. Smoke, a vulgar thing, was never seen by him.

Now he even learned to smoke. It seems that there are many stories here.

”Uncle Zhuang, where's your cigarette?”

Song Zhuang found a packet of prunes and just opened it. Wu Tao touched it and threw it to Qiu Xiaotian, the co driver.

Qiu Xiaotian took it over, took out one, touched the lighter on the bridge and skillfully put it on the ground.

The car was very quiet. An Rong, who always hated the smell of smoke, didn't say anything. He just held Wu Tao's arm tightly.

Wu Tao knew this was his nervous and concerned response.

Song Zhuang asked without looking back“ Boss, where are you going? ”

”Just walk around and wait until he speaks.” Wu Tao is also straightforward.

If you want to hear a story, be patient. And tonight, Wu Tao has plenty of patience.