Wang Baoyu got up and dressed, sat on the sofa, and waited for the landlady to come and deliver breakfast.

It's just that in Wang Baoyu's opinion, the landlady's paintings are not famous, and I have never heard of her selling paintings, probably because the paintings are not good and cannot be sold. Besides, her paintings are too limited, there is a rotten bird on every painting, not to mention that Wang Baoyu feels disturbed when she sees it, and few mature people should like such childish things.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the landlady brought breakfast on time, and Wang Baoyu tried to find something different on her face, but the landlady was surprisingly calm except for being a little haggard, as if what happened last night had not happened at all.

"Eldest sister, I'll take a leave of absence from you, I'm going out for two days to participate in an event." Wang Baoyu said while drinking porridge.

The landlady sighed and complained, "Don't make a noise when eating!" ”

Wang Baoyu said with a smile: "Isn't it in a hurry, if it's late, it won't look good." ”

"What kind of activity, is it important?" The landlady looked interested.

"It's not important to me, but it's not the same to others. It seems to be an artist's pen club, all of them are some elderly people. Wang Baoyu said calmly, in fact, I want to hint to the landlady, don't think that you are great if you are an artist, there are many artists I know!

"Is it the one held by the Party School of the Pingchuan Municipal Party Committee?" The landlady asked.

"I don't know exactly where it is." Wang Baoyu told the truth, a little surprised in her heart, the landlady stayed at home, and seemed to know quite a lot about art activities.

"Kid, are you going by car?" The landlady asked.

"Hmmm! First go to Qingyuan Town, pick up an old artist, and then go to Pingchuan City. Wang Baoyu said without concealment.

"I'll go too!" The landlady said very seriously.

"There are quite a lot of trains to Pingchuan, and one one seems to be at five o'clock in the morning, so there is no delay there." Wang Baoyu took a pickle and said while chewing.

If you want to ask Wang Baoyu why he knows so much about train times, it is because, under his desk, there is a matchbox-sized train timetable, probably left by the previous table owner.

"I'm going to take your car, I usually invite me to this kind of event, and I don't participate, but since you go to Pingchuan City, I'll reluctantly go once!" The landlady said.

"Don't be reluctant to do this kind of thing, don't look at my face." Wang Baoyu said hesitantly, he didn't want to take the landlady with him, after all, he said that he would accompany Yang Hongjun.

"You have to take me with you, or you'll have no breakfast." The landlady said, reaching out and snatching the tea egg that Wang Baoyu had just picked up.

Wang Baoyu took advantage of the landlady's unpreparedness, snatched it back, quickly stuffed it into his mouth, and said proudly: "It's late, I've already eaten!" ”

Unexpectedly, the landlady stepped forward, hugged Wang Baoyu's head, stretched out her slender fingers and pulled Wang Baoyu's mouth, and said unrelentingly: "You have to spit it out for me if you eat it!" ”

"Big sister, big sister, spare your life! I'll take you there! Wang Baoyu's head desperately avoided the unreasonable attack of the landlady, so he could only choose to compromise, speaking of which, he still stayed here because the landlady cooked for him, otherwise, he would not be able to stand this person and a bird.

The landlady snorted, turned around and went back to clean up, Wang Baoyu ate breakfast, waited for a while, the landlady cleaned up, and frowned at the wall for a long time, and finally took down two of them and put them in a paper tube, and then beckoned Wang Baoyu to go downstairs together.

Today's landlady is dressed in a very foreign style, her shawl long hair is pulled into a bun, her neck is white and slender, the upper body is a pink plush sweater, the lower body is wool plaid pattern trousers, and a pair of small leather shoes with tassels under her feet, which makes her look a lot younger.

"Eldest sister, I didn't expect you to look like a movie star with such a little bit!" Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

"Don't dare to say anything else, just the size of the eldest sister and this appearance, I will definitely not embarrass you when I go out with you." The landlady said confidently.

Wang Baoyu started the car, and while driving, he chatted: "Sister, do you sell your paintings even if you paint them?" ”

"Not for sale!" The landlady said.

Wang Baoyu sneered: "You can't sell it, right?" ”

The landlady said disdainfully: "What do you know, someone wants to buy a pair of my handwriting for 10,000 yuan, and I won't sell it." The ones hanging in your house are worth the old money, don't lose the key, otherwise you won't be able to afford it! ”

Wang Baoyu opened his mouth wide in surprise and said: "It's worth so much money just by scratching twice, eldest sister, if your painting is not sold, it won't produce any economic value, what's the use of painting?" ”

"Kid, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand art. Van Gogh in the West did not sell a single painting until he died, but he was definitely a great artist. The landlady said.

"Who is Van Gogh?"

"You? Hey, it's really uneducated! In the future, you can pay attention to your own connotation cultivation! The landlady complained and briefly introduced Van Gogh to Wang Baoyu.

"Cut off your own ears? It's clearly mentally ill, what a good picture can be drawn here! Wang Baoyu asked.

The landlady said unhappily: "What do you know, although Van Gogh has mental illness, his heart is the sunniest." His paintings are simple and impactful, and there are few in the world that surpass him, so his paintings are also priceless. ”

Wang Baoyu said disdainfully: "Look, isn't this still sold in the end, he doesn't sell it, naturally someone else sells it for him!" Painting is meant to be sold! ”

"Now that young people are all in the eyes of money, you have to respect art and understand it, don't say that about Van Gogh, if I can be like him, I can cut my chest." The landlady said disdainfully.

"Eldest sister, you can't cut your chest anywhere! What a pity! Wang Baoyu smiled evilly.

"Alright, let's drive well!" The landlady realized that she had mistyped the analogy and did not want to continue on the topic with Wang Baoyu.

The two chatted, and unconsciously Qingyuan Town arrived, Wang Baoyu drove the car directly to the door of Yang Hongjun's house, and sounded the horn, only to see Yang Hongjun walking out briskly, still carrying a bag in his hand, Wang Baoyu guessed that it should be his commonly used brush.

Yang Hongjun opened the car door and saw a woman who looked less than forty years old sitting in the back seat, and asked puzzledly: "Xiao Wang, who is this?" ”

"This is the greatest artist of all time, Ms. Li Keren." Wang Baoyu said with a smile, so angry that the landlady reached over and twisted Wang Baoyu.