Rural Demon Little Village Doctor

Speaking of this, Xia Feng hesitated and said, "sister Xu, is it difficult for you now?"

"Yes." Xu Lingshu did not hesitate: "I spent all my money and had no other ability to make a living. I had to perform on the street, but fortunately, I could barely survive."

Although she is a little embarrassed, she is still very magnanimous, which is a real artist's temperament.

"Your painting is very good. Don't the French have eyes?" Xia Feng asked.

"Art is the purest, but it is not so pure to sell art." Xu Lingshu poured himself a glass of wine and looked helpless: "it needs fame, time and opportunity, but more importantly, it needs operation."

Xia Feng immediately understood: "so Van Gogh was penniless before he died and became a world-class painter after he died."

"Yes." Xu Lingshu sighed gently and took a sip of wine: "art is to endure loneliness, loneliness and poverty."

After a while, she looked at Xia Feng and smiled bitterly, "but to tell you the truth, I can't hold on, but I really can't do anything except painting, so I have to hold on."

This is Xu Lingshu, a kind of magnanimous and lofty.

With her beauty, she doesn't need to know anything at all. As long as she throws a wink at her, she's afraid that there are not a lot of dignitaries falling under her pomegranate skirt, but she would rather be poor than face Xia Feng and admit that she can't eat, but she will never sell her soul and abandon her original heart.

Xia Feng doesn't know what to say. He can coax women more and more now, but he really doesn't know what to say in the face of women like Xu Lingshu.

He can only raise his glass.

Xu Lingshu also raised her glass, sipped the wine and said, "tell me about you. How are you recently? Why did you suddenly come to France?"

Her cell phone rang.

She gave Xia Feng a slight sign, put down the cup, took the mobile phone, looked at it, connected it, and said, "Mengmeng, what's up? I'll come right away."

She put down her cell phone and said to Xia Feng, "sorry, I have something urgent. Thank you today, Xia Feng."

She stood up, hesitated and said, "why don't you go with me? I don't have any money for the bus."

Such a woman, Xia Feng really didn't know what he felt in his heart. He nodded without hesitation: "OK, I'm fine anyway. What's the matter with me?"

"Say while walking." Xu Lingshu said while walking outside. Xia Feng found for the first time that she was still an acute child. Later, she thought, isn't she? She told Qiao Jianyi that she would divorce if she divorced. She dragged the box that day and left without any hesitation.

Xia Feng settled his account and took a taxi. When he got to the car, Xu Lingshu told him that an auction house was going to auction a painting called fighting crickets. It was once her grandfather's collection and later drifted overseas.

"Before my grandfather died, he told my father again and again that he must find it as long as he had a chance." Xu Lingshu gently shook his fist: "one of the important reasons why I came to France is to find it. Fortunately, it finally appeared."

"So she still has this meaning to come to France." Xia Feng nodded secretly. Looking at her excited and persistent face, she made up her mind to help her.

This is a very beautiful woman, but Xia Feng looks at her with more respect than lust.

After driving for more than 20 minutes, in front of a building, a girl waited outside. When she saw Xu Lingshu, she immediately greeted her.

The girl is in her twenties and seventies. She is medium-sized, round face and medium-sized. However, she has a pair of deep dimples, which gives people a very lovely feeling.

Xu Lingshu shouted, "Mengmeng, are you sure it's a cricket fighting picture?"

"Look." as like as two peas, the girl named Meng dream gave Xu Lingshu a magazine. The same thing was known by Xia Feng. This is the brochure of the auction house. Last time, he bought a go for the port city to help Zhao Ruirui. He had seen the same exact page, the great album, the very good copper paper, and the auction house was very willing to pay the money in this area.

Xu Lingshu opens the brochure. In the middle is a picture of an ancient Chinese painting. Several children are fighting crickets. It looks lifelike and childlike.

Xia Feng is an earth hat. He has no ability to appreciate it, but he also thinks it is well painted and vivid.

Xu Lingshu looked and his eyes lit up: "it's the picture of fighting crickets. That's it. Let's go in."

"But it's so expensive." the girl named Mengmeng frowned. "The price is 80000 euros, and someone will compete."

Hearing her words, Xu Lingshu frowned, thought for a moment and said, "go in and talk about it. By the way, I'll introduce you. This is my friend, Xia Feng. This is Guo Meng, a friend who shares a rent with me."

"Hello." Xia Feng shook hands with Guo Meng. Xu Lingshu was impatient and said, "let's go in quickly."

"It's really an acute child." Xia Feng smiled to himself.

Guo Meng said, "it's no use just going in. If you want to participate in the bidding, you have to pay a deposit first."

Xu Lingshu was stunned: "do you still have money?"

"I only have more than 100 euros." Guo Meng said bitterly, "the deposit is 5000 euros."

"I still have some money here." Xia Feng volunteered, "I'll pay the deposit."

Guo Meng's eyes brightened and said, "that's great. Don't worry. If you don't bid or fail to bid, the deposit will be refunded."

"No." Xu Lingshu shook her fist hard and vowed, "we must take pictures this time."

She didn't have a euro in her bag, but she said she must take it. Xia Feng doesn't know how to describe this artist's temperament.

"I'll help you." but he didn't say that.

He entered the hall on the third floor, paid the deposit, took a sign and entered the auction room. There were about twenty or thirty people in it.

Xia Feng couldn't help scanning his eyes, but he smiled subconsciously again.

He scanned to see if Wu Qingmei was there. The female thief left a deep impression on him. If Wu Qingmei was here, he believed it would be very fun, but Wu Qingmei was not there.

He found a place to sit down. After a while, the auction began. Xu Lingshu was not interested in the previous rounds, and Xia Feng certainly wouldn't be interested. He couldn't appreciate antiques, and he had a resistance in his heart.

Why? A broken book or a broken picture costs hundreds of thousands, millions or even billions of dollars. The workers in the cement plant are tired and tired, but they can only get thousands of yuan a month, or even can't get it.

If it was him, he wouldn't give it to him for free. It's broken, but Xu Lingshu likes it. Then no matter how much money, he will take it for her.