Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Chapter 232 Twelve Zodiac Signs (Third Update)

"What kind of painting do you want? Chinese painting? Or sketch? You can't possibly want oil painting, right?"

She's not good at oil painting, so she won't be able to do this business today.

"Chinese painting is enough. This is the traditional painting of our country. What? Do you have a way to buy it? Or can you get it for free from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Shen Mengfei asked this not because he knew about Mu Chenyan's relationship with her. Although he and Xue Weisong now knew that Professor Yu was her brother, they were still freshmen who had just entered the school less than half a year ago, and art and physics were too far apart. For them, they don’t even know what Master Mu’s full name is.

Hearing the word "free", Mu Jiawen raised her head and looked at Shen Mengfei faintly, "Don't you have our class fee? You want to buy something for free, why are you so stingy? You have to know, there are When things fall from the sky, it’s not necessarily the pie that falls.”

"what is that?"

Both looked at her curiously.

"It doesn't matter what it is. What's important is that I can draw the painting you want, but the premise is how much do you plan to spend on one? What type do you want? How big is it?"

"Can you draw Chinese paintings?"

The two looked at her in surprise. They only knew that she could draw circuit diagrams vividly, and she could even draw every small detail of the wires clearly. She was even used as a lesson plan by the professor.

But Chinese painting

Xue Weisong wanted to ask her if she had learned it before?

Ever since they learned that she had been abducted as a child, although he and Shen Mengfei were curious, they had not asked any more questions, and they had not even discussed it in private.

Now that he heard that she knew Chinese painting, he was curious.

"Yes, I used to sell a painting for this amount in Yunzhou -"

As she said that, she stretched out a finger and wondered if she could guess ten thousand? If they guess 10,000, I will give them a discount this time.

"one thousand?"

"one hundred?"

They both spoke at the same time.

Mu Jiawen looked at them both expressionlessly.

The two looked at each other with surprise.

Just as he was about to continue guessing, Teacher Luo opened the front door and walked in, "Please hand in the homework you left last time. Xue Weisong and Shen Mengfei each will take half of it. Hurry up. Mu Jiawen, give me yours first."

The topic of the price of traditional Chinese paintings stopped here, but Shen Mengfei did not go to the Academy of Fine Arts to buy paintings after all. He allowed Mu Jiawen to paint four festive paintings, two on each side of the classroom, and then he bought some other things and posted them.

The target given by counselor Tang An is two hundred.

This means that the maximum cost of decorating a classroom cannot exceed two hundred yuan.

Mu Jiawen:

I told Jiang Yan about this at dinner in the evening, and he said while picking up food for her, "You have already made your own decision and why are you asking me? Draw the twelve zodiac signs. Haven't you always wanted to draw this before?"

Mu Jiawen is easily satisfied. As long as she is not short of money, she will not attach much importance to money, so it doesn't matter to her whether she sells the paintings or not.

"Twelve paintings, all hanging in the classroom?"

"Hang it, since it's free, you have to paint it well. When you open a gallery in the future, you will be better known."

Mu Jiawen glanced at him and asked, "Do you really think my paintings are so good? I will definitely become famous in the future?"

She didn't take the path of painting, nor did she think of relying on it to make a living in the future, but every time Jiang Yan talked about her paintings, she felt that they would definitely succeed.

He is more confident than her!

"You have to have confidence in yourself. With your aunt's level, she is full of praise for your paintings. How can it be worse?"

Mu Jiawen couldn't help rolling her eyes, "That's my mother. Even if I draw a random line, she thinks it's more vivid than others, so just listen to what she says and don't take it seriously."

Having said that, Mu Jiawen still drew a little rabbit very seriously when she returned to the dormitory at night. Liang Yujun sat aside and watched. From time to time, she said with emotion that the painting was really good. As for how good the painting was, she couldn't say any more professional adjectives.

Mu Jiawen glanced at her and asked, "You said before that your grandma's seventieth birthday was New Year's Day or Chinese New Year?"

"Originally it was New Year's Day, but now it has been postponed to the Chinese New Year. My grandma said she doesn't care about that, just having a meal together as a family. On New Year's Day, because I am far away, school is only closed for three days. It’s vacation and I don’t have time to come back, so I simply postponed it to the Chinese New Year, when there will be many people and it will be lively.”

He was talking about the crowd and the excitement, but the look on his face was obviously a bit unhappy.

Because her grandma postponed her birthday basically to wait for her, her cousins ​​who went to school or worked in the city where her home was located all spoke in weird ways when they called her.

"Oh, Mr. Yu, you still have too much face. Grandma won't even think about the birthday banquet without you."

"After all, I got admitted to Peking University, which is different from ordinary universities like ours."

"Look, Yujun, grandma has even arranged a birthday banquet for you. So do you have to prepare well for grandma's birthday gift? Don't let us down when the time comes."

Liang Yujun was very annoyed when she thought about these things. Each one of them was jealous because her grandma had organized a rather grand entrance banquet for her because she was admitted to Beijing University this year.

Is it interesting?

If you have the ability, you should also take the exam at Beijing University!

I didn't stop you, right?

Of course Mu Jiawen didn't know what she was thinking, so she just pondered for a moment and said, "Let me teach you how to write a birthday. Although the time is tight, if you practice more every day, I will teach you step by step, and you should be able to write it in a month. A decent one.”

Liang Yujun's eyes lit up, yes, why didn't she think of this?

Her grandmother had two major hobbies in her life. One was history, which was related to her being a history professor. The second was Chinese painting and calligraphy. Master Mu’s paintings were hard to find, and she couldn’t afford calligraphy by famous masters. .

But in fact, all of these are inferior to the words I learn and write with my heart.

Jia Jia is good at Chinese painting and calligraphy with calligraphy. He is a ready-made teacher!

"I'll go to the dormitory of the Academy of Fine Arts and ask where I can buy pens, inks, paper and inkstones."

After speaking, Liang Yujun got up and ran away in a hurry. Mu Jiawen originally wanted to tell her that she had it at home, so there was no need to buy it.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, this guy had disappeared.

In addition, she also prepared a painting of her mother's, but she ran away before she had time to tell her. Forget it, I'll just bring it to her when the holiday is coming soon.

After finishing the painting of a rabbit, Mu Jiawen put down her pen and was about to pick up the novel beside her and open it to take a look when the dormitory door was pushed open.

Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali, who went to the library to look up information, came back.

However, they were not the only ones who came back, they also brought a bouquet of flowers.

Ding Yuanyuan winked at Mu Jiawen, "Guess who gave it to Yali?"

"It must be the bushy-haired junior, Yali's fellow student, your family member."

"My friend, Senior Ding just confessed his love to Yali and asked her to watch a movie on Christmas."

Mu Jiawen tilted her head and asked Sha Yali, "Agree?"

　We went out for a meal at noon, but the computer was down in the afternoon.

　　It’s that I know exactly which plot I want to write in the next chapter and what the story is, but I just can’t write it.

　　I think I may have left my brain behind in the hotel.

　　(End of this chapter)