Nongmen tranquility

Chapter 127 She Needs Money
"Biography?"

Ning Fangyuan looked at her suspiciously.

"Yeah." An An nodded and smiled, "Wait a minute."

After finishing speaking, he ran back in a hurry, and then started to write with a pen.

Ning Fangyuan glanced at it. The handwriting was very beautiful. Although it was not as good as his handwriting, it took some effort and was quite strong, and said, "Your handwriting seems to have some strength. , although drawing and writing by myself will not make the icing on the cake, but it will never be unsightly."

He watched the comments from behind. After An An wrote a few words, she stopped writing and turned her head, and said, "Thank you for the compliment, but you look at me like this, and I can't write."

Ning Fangyuan originally wanted to comment on her words, but when she said this, he got stuck in his throat.

An An also felt that she was a little rude, but now the sword had to be fired, it was just a painting, and it was not well-known, even if it had some features, how much could it sell for?
She studied in the Academy of Fine Arts in modern times, and the calligraphy and paintings of her classmates and teachers who are not well-known cannot be sold for a year. She can't wait that long, she needs money.

Before coming here, An An had already thought about it. If the text here was Chinese characters, she would add a story to the painting, a picture book and a storybook. If there are too many, it shouldn't be too difficult to just pick up a short story of two or three thousand words.

She smiled brightly at Ning Fangyuan, with a hint of coquettishness, "Brother Fang Yuan, can I borrow your study room?" She stood up and pushed Ning Fangyuan away, "If you have anything to do, go and do it first. ,Do not bother me."

Ning Fangyuan was pushed out, a little funny, "It just so happens that I have some things to tell Changshi, I can lend you the study room, and I can sell paintings for you in the future, but there is a condition."

There are still conditions?Isn't the golden thigh always easy to talk to? An An is a little bit bad, "What conditions?"

Ning Fangyuan: "Give me the picture you drew just now." The picture she drew was the word he mentioned, it's better not to wander out.

An An thought: He is the son of everyone. Although she painted the painting just now, but he mentioned it. It seems that it is really not good to sell it. Naturally, there will be no objections. She raised her hand and made an OK gesture. "no problem."

Ning Fangyuan told An An to eat some snacks and drink some tea if he was hungry, and told people not to go in to disturb An An, and then told Miss An An to call him if something happened, and then walked away.

An An spent an entire afternoon in this struggle, wrote a story of more than 3000 words, and inserted a picture of a handsome man and a beautiful woman on it, and it really didn't stop for a moment.

If she hadn't thought about the development of the story, the outline and the words in her mind several times in the past few days, she couldn't have done it in one go.

Straightening up her back and moving her stiff back and wrists, An An was quite satisfied with her results.

Ning Fangyuan did not go far. This is his study room. Usually, whenever he is in the manor, he is either in the study room or in the martial arts room not far away. After practicing for two hours, he just finished bathing and changing clothes. The servants came to pass, saying that Miss An'an invited him over.

As soon as Ning Fangyuan came, An An handed over the results of her hard work all afternoon.

Ning Fangyuan only took a few glances, then his face changed, then his ears were slightly red, and then his expression became gloomy.

"The painting is good, the biography is well written..."

"How is it written?"

(End of this chapter)