Find a Daddy For Mommy

However, those twists and turns in her heart can not be said to others.

So

"Yes, it's just for the money."

Qu huazi is playing with her hand, drawing circles in her palm. Her voice is soft, like begging: "you Can you give me this painting? "

Xu Huanxi subconsciously takes back his hand - no!

Her body has been clearly expressed.

But her face, or with an innocent smile: "why?"

Yes, she just asked why, but did not immediately refuse.

Qu huazi looked at her boldly: "first, I like this painting very much. Second, I also want to participate in the painting competition, but I'm preparing for the musical instrument competition. I really don't have time to draw, so..."

She listened to the song huazi naturally answer, back behind the hand, slowly clench - why?! Why should her works be given up to Qu huazi?!

Of course she didn't want to, but she couldn't speak.

Because, she never refused to sing.

Qu huazi saw her silence and seemed to understand her idea. As soon as she gritted her teeth and opened her mouth, she hit her soft spot directly: "happy, I won this painting at a price ten times the highest prize in the painting competition."

At that time, her mind was full of money conversion, first prize, three thousand, ten times, thirty thousand.

OK, the money is in place. Everything can be sold.

She finally abandoned the painting and gently and carefully pushed it to quhuazi.

Compared with the calligraphy she gave last time, she was more sad about this painting. Because this last calligraphy, is not to compensate for the song huazi.

But this time, the painting was sold to Qu huazi, like selling his cautious dignity and pride.

Art is priceless and noble. If it stinks of copper, it's actually blaspheming art.

She drooped her eyes, her mind was full of twists and turns, and the tears overflowing her eyes stopped abruptly.

Qu huazi happily put the painting into the painting tube: "happy, I tell you, if this painting won the first prize and I take it home, if I say anything, my parents will certainly agree, maybe even your grandmother's treatment fee can be given. It's a win-win situation for us. I want the honor of the painting competition. You want a lot of money. "

Xu Huanxi dropped his eyes and did not speak, but the stars flashed by - how? Thanks to your family, don't you?

However, she did not say any questions, just looked up, eyes are sincere: "please, huazi."

The deadline for the collection of works was Monday, and the results of the competition were announced on Friday. Dijiang high school has always been so vigorous.

The result of the painting contest came out.

The crown of laurel -- the melody of flowers.

But Xue Jingyun's paintings did not enter the top three, only the top five.

Xu Huanxi admits that Xue Jingyun's painting is very good, but there are many talented people in the world. The most outstanding place like Dijiang high school is talent.

When she saw the result, she was a little funny. She didn't have to stop it. This kind of small pattern of painting can't be elegant.

Emotion, admiration, only the grandiose love piled up by gorgeous painting, hum, how can it compare with the pattern of her red chamber!

She thought bitterly in her heart, and finally had to admit that she was just sour because she couldn't eat grapes.

On Friday, it's holiday again.

However, she didn't go home. Since her grandmother's accident, she has been doing odd jobs to help her family.