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Chapter 206 Improper Licking Dogs 6
Feng Meng felt that Wushuang wanted to spend the money to improve the life of the orphanage because he saw that the orphanage was too poor.

Although he has a good heart, Feng Meng still can't accept it, because the money is crucial to Wushuang's future.

So Feng Meng said earnestly to Wushuang: "You are still young and don't know the importance of money, and you will use it in many places in the future.

If your academic performance is so good, you will need money to go to high school or university in the future, and then you will find that the little money in your hand is not enough to do anything at all.

Although it is difficult in the orphanage, the dean's mother can handle it by herself. You are still a child, so don't worry about these, just study hard. "

Seeing that Feng Meng misunderstood, Wushuang hastily explained: "Mother of the dean, the money was not left to me by my mother, but earned by myself.

My mother taught me how to paint, and then my mother left and the family had no money, so I went to museums to make portraits on Sundays to make money.

I earned all the money from painting. I also want to ask the dean's mother one thing, that is, can she accompany me to the museum to give portraits on Sundays. I am afraid of encountering bad people alone. "

Feng Meng was a little surprised that Wushuang earned the money herself, and since Wushuang asked her to accompany her to the museum to set up portraits for others, it meant that she couldn't be lying.

Feng Meng was silent for a while, but still refused: "Although you earned the money yourself, it's not easy to use it in the orphanage.

If you keep the money, you will definitely use it in the future. Even if you can’t use it up for school, you will have more places to use the money in the future without the help of your parents. You still have to rely on yourself. "

No matter what Wushuang said afterwards, Feng Meng refused to use Wushuang's money, so Wushuang had no choice but to withdraw the money.

Forget it, the next time Feng Meng sees his earning ability with his own eyes, he won't refuse to use it like this.

She couldn't do anything else, so that these people in the orphanage had enough to eat, and it was okay to eat meat once in a while.

It was also a coincidence that the next day was Saturday, and Wushuang woke up early in the morning, urging Feng Meng to go to the museum with her.

Wushuang got up early and rushed, Feng Meng was not angry, he washed up, helped Wushuang carry his painting tools, and went out together to take the bus to the museum.

On the way, remembering that he hadn't eaten yet, Wushuang bought a 20 yuan wallet. He wanted to pay for it himself, but Feng Meng preempted the payment.

Wushuang: "..."

Well, anyway, when she makes money, she can pay it back.

Feng Meng ate three of the ten big buns, and Wu Shuang ate the rest.

Feeling that her stomach is becoming more and more like a bottomless pit, Da Wushuang is a little scared, if it doesn't make money, she can bankrupt the orphanage.

When Wushuang arrived at the museum, he found his old place, sat down and began to draw.

This time Wushuang didn't start writing, a young couple approached and greeted Wushuang very familiarly.

"Little sister, you came here very early today, quickly draw a four-panel cartoon for me and my boyfriend."

Seeing that she was a regular customer, Wushuang immediately said enthusiastically, "What kind of plot does my sister want to draw?"

The girl blushed immediately, glanced at her boyfriend, and said shyly and happily: "My boyfriend just proposed to me today.

This is an important day, and I want to draw and save this scene as a memorial. "

The boy looked at the girl with affection in his eyes, he held his girlfriend's hand tightly, and said to Wushuang: "Little sister, when you draw, can you make the background more romantic."

This is equivalent to picking a background for the photo, Wushuang immediately nodded and said: "Yes."

Wushuang listened to the process of the two people's marriage proposal, and then began to write.

The first painting shows two people holding hands and walking on the square, with square pigeons flying around their bodies in the background.

The background of the second painting has a lot of romantic soap bubbles. The boy kneels down on one knee and proposes to the girl.

In the third picture, the girl happily takes the boy's ring, the boy looks up, the girl leans down, and the two exchange a sweet kiss.

In the fourth painting, the girl holds the boy's hand and walks forward together. There is a broad avenue in front, dreamy bubbles are flying behind, and square pigeons are circling behind the two.

The girl looked at Wushuang's finished painting, and she liked it very much: "You didn't realize it when you proposed just now, but now you realize it after drawing it, it's so romantic, even more romantic than the photos."

The boy was also very satisfied, and happily took out his wallet to pay Wushuang.

At the beginning, Feng Meng looked at Wushuang with eyes full of relief, thinking that Wushuang is smart, sensible and talented, and can make money at such a young age. Although he suffers at an early age, he will surely have a wonderful life in the future.

This kind of relief turned into shock and shame after seeing Wushuang earning 360 yuan so quickly.

What's shameful is that a child can earn hundreds of yuan in the blink of an eye, but as an adult, she doesn't earn as much as any child in the first day of worrying, and she grows old in vain.

Wushuang couldn't care about Feng Meng's thoughts, she was busy painting a portrait for the next guest, who was an old man with a military look.

When Wushuang asked, he found that the other party was indeed a retired soldier, and what he wanted Wushuang to draw were five hundred exquisite sketch portraits.

Wushuang draws very seriously, especially the eyes. Wushuang is the most serious. The eyes of the other party have the unique perseverance of soldiers. Wushuang wants to restore these eyes together.

Wushuang's painting speed has increased by more than three or four times since his soul power was improved. A portrait that could only be drawn in more than ten hours in the past is now enough in three or four hours.

It took Wushuang three and a half hours to complete the sketch portrait of the old man. The other party looked at the portrait in his hand, raised his thumb and praised Wushuang: "Little girl, you are amazing."

After sending the veteran away, Wushuang drew another four-panel cartoon of the brotherhood of the three basketball boys.

Wushuang was very lucky today. He drew seven or eight four-frame comics in a row, and he didn't stop drawing all day.

For lunch, Feng Meng bought sesame seed cakes, and fed them into Wushuang's mouth one by one, letting her take time to eat.

Because there are adults around, Wushuang boldly drew for two more hours at night, and used the two hours of wandering around on the bus every day to make money.

After closing the stall and sitting on the bus, Feng Meng painstakingly massaged Wushuang for a whole day, her wrists were trembling.

Feeling the involuntarily trembling wrist in the palm, Feng Meng said distressedly: "Why don't you draw for so long, you are still young, what should you do if you hurt your wrist?"

Although his hands are shaking, Wushuang actually feels fine. The original owner has been helping his mother with housework and is very capable. The pain of painting is nothing at all.

The reason why Wushuang's hand shakes is entirely because the painting posture is too single, and it is caused by painting for too long.

She rubbed her wrist and said, "I'll get a good night's sleep, and I only draw two days a week, so there won't be any major problems."

(End of this chapter)