Wang Er happened to stand opposite Miao Xiaohua and whispered towards Liang Jun. Miao Xiaohua reacted: "Okay."

It is fake to accompany you, so you have to take a look at this fool and return to your hometown. No matter what happened in the Liang family, it has nothing to do with your own family, but it is hard to explain what happened halfway through.

Miao Xiaohua took Aunt Wang and the other two away.

Wang looked at his son honestly, and he always felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

"Dad, what do you think of me? Xiaomei, come and talk."

The Evil King finally left, and the little girls were no longer afraid, and they were talking nonsense, while Xiaomei was still doing movements.

"Dad, why did Liang Jun call me a cripple? It means that when his family called me at home, they were either a waiter or a cripple. Even if my family owed her in the last life, it was wrong to train her to go to college. It was a college college and it was a college life. It would be considered to be paid off. If you continue, upstairs, the knife is fast, and he dares to attack others, he dares to attack others. The key is that we were stabbed down together. The police are coming, and the underage is not allowed to deal with him. You can cry at that time."

Is this possible?

The possibility is extremely small, but who dares to gamble?

"Dad, this guy is more dangerous than the human trafficker at that time. You and your uncle didn't take the wrong medicine, so you dare to bring him to my house."

Wang Er said that, and called Wang Er uncle again. Uncle Wang Er was not at home, but it was the one who answered the phone. Wang Er said a little while and Aunt Wang Er jumped up.

He blinked his eyes a little and looked at Wang Er: "Brother, is he even more powerful than a human trafficker?"

Wang Laoshi was cleaning up the ground, and after hearing this, he finally realized: "Waiter, did you mean it?"

"Dad, what did you say?"

Wang Laoshi looked at his son's innocent expression and sighed: "I don't want them to stay there, so I'm talking hard, and I have to be so happy? It's not money."

Even the human traffickers could find out and caught him. He didn't believe that his son could not deal with a cousin who was much smaller than him and who only knew how to play games all day long.

"Hey, Dad, do you blame me for doing this?"

"In the future, put your cleverness on writing books, and don't put it on harming people. I read less and can't say it doesn't mean I don't understand." It was not until this moment that Wang Laoshi recognized his son and never entered the city again, the ignorant child.

Xiaomei looked at the father and son: "Uncle Wang, brother Xiao, what are you talking about?"

After cleaning it, Wang honestly said: "What should I do with these bottles?

"It can be bought, but it's really a bit troublesome."

Wang Er called Su Huaiwen. Su Huaiwen listened to the incident and said, "Wang Ping'an, I'll ask for you."

"You really need to find a leader to buy it?"

"Dad, they are mainly exported goods, and they are sold for foreigners. They are generally not sold in China."

“Foreigners are so big.”

"It's not that foreigners are really big, but that this style of porcelain is not a special use in China. In addition to specialized use, the rest of the people generally don't buy it. If Chinese people don't buy it, the manufacturers will no longer sell it in China. So those who want to buy it are not big and it's easier to buy it. If you want to buy it, you must make a small circle."

The "small circle" was released after a while, and the manufacturer directly sent some product information to Wang Er's email.

Wang Er looked at it and it was enough to be unified with the interior decoration environment. There was no need to do it. He ordered a few porcelains, which were indeed not cheap, including postage, which cost more than 14,000 yuan. Wang Er paid the money and it would take several days to send it. But on this day, Wang Laoshi was very unhappy. The two brothers had similar thoughts and hated him. After all, after so many years, Aunt Wang Er sincerely congratulated him. He had no other intentions. He gave another small red envelope. Even if it was two or three hundred yuan, the relationship could be eased.

"Go to have breakfast."

"Dad, if you have it, if you don't be able to take care of it, the children in the entire welfare home will not be hungry." Wang Er shook the card in his hand.

My son grew up and gradually couldn't control it. Wang Laoshi had no choice but to go to the store.

When he came back to ask in the evening, Wang Laochan asked, Xiaobudian said, "It's delicious, delicious."

Xiaomei said: "It's beautiful."

Douya said: "Uncle Wang, I ate a lot."

Miaomiao was talking dumbly and was very happy to eat.

Wan'er felt a little embarrassed to say it.

I am not afraid of spending money, go to a big restaurant for a meal, order good ones, and it will definitely be better than the food made by Miao Xiaohua.

Wang Laoshi sighed quietly and went downstairs.

After only two days of happy life, Miao Xiaohua brought four old men and Wang Erxiao uncle Wang Junzheng over.

A few old men came, and Wang Er was also very happy. He ran to the entrance of the community to greet him and entered the house. Uncle Wang Er looked at the painting: "Hey, who drew it? Isn't it my father and mother?"

"Drawn by Xiaoer."

"No wonder, the drawing is a bit not very similar."

"That's right, I've painted the wrong one, but the people from the publishing house said that the painting was good and they had to print it into a picture album. The bearded man took photos and looked like he was looking at a baby, almost drooling. I really can't figure it out, Jun Zheng, this painting is pretty good, you go and see other paintings."

Wang Junzheng went to the deputy hall to see the painting again: "This woman looks like a star in a TV series."

"Uncle, I drew it by myself accidentally. It was a bit like a car, a bit like it, not exactly like it."

However, now the Internet is unanimously convinced that he was painting Zhou Fei, and Wang Er had no choice. Whoever you think he was painting is the one.

It's time to get the first step again, and it's okay, at least you can understand it. When it comes to the Reaper, Wang Jun was stunned: "Waiter, are you sure this is a painting?"

"This is called Impressionism, also known as the game of light and shadow. The focus is on external light and color, and there is even more ruthless one, called the Abstract School. I haven't painted the abstract school paintings, so I'll take you to the computer to see."

Wang Er taught his uncle to use the mouse, and this was not difficult, and then asked his uncle to search for abstract paintings by himself.

Several little girls lay on the railings of the patio and looked down. Wang Er said, "Go downstairs, everyone who comes back this time is full of good people."

Xiaomei took the lead in going downstairs, and Wan'er felt a little embarrassed and took Wang Er's hand.

"Wan'er, what are you afraid of? They are my grandparents and grandparents. They were the ones who raised me when I was a child."

The uncle said in the room: "Woman, there is me."

"Yes, yes, my uncle and aunt have also made contributions."

After going downstairs, it was not the leader of Guan'er, but Xiaomei. They called each one, and all followed Wang Er to call grandparents and grandparents.

The four old men stared at the little girls, looked at them for a while, and found them. Not only did Guan'er hold Wang Er's hand, but in order to complete the procedures, Wang Laoshi also sent Guan'er's big head photo back to his hometown.

“Like, like.”

Does it look like it? There are two yellow photos of Sister Wang Er in my hometown, one of which was just born not long ago, and the other one was taken by Zhou Shi.

One is a one-year-old baby and the other is a nine-year-old "big girl". How can I compare? It's like that. Uncle Wang Er came down from the upstairs: "Waiter, those are also paintings?"

"The paintings I painted earlier were called realistic paintings, which are the several Impressionist paintings I painted, and they are also realistic paintings. No matter what technique I use, there must be real objects. The abstract school emphasizes the ultimate and simplicity. Wan'er, go upstairs and get...I'll get them myself."

Wang Er ran upstairs to get some tools, paper and pen, spread the paper on the table, and began to draw a strong cow.

"Waiter, are you drawing a cow or a pig?"

Wang Er made his uncle choke in one sentence: "Uncle, I am showing you what abstract school is."

When I arrived at the second picture, I began to fade, and there were some lines, the third picture, the fourth picture... I drew until the ninth picture.

Wang Er put down his sketch pen: "My uncle, don't you see it? This is the ultimate simplicity, but it is not a doodle. Of course, some abstract schools go further, and I can't appreciate them either."

Miaomiao looked at the painting and thought.

"Miaomiao, can you understand?"

Miaomiao made a gesture and Wan'er said, "Brother, Miaomiao said it's not good to draw like this."

Wang Er nodded. This is a relatively pioneering art and an art that is easy to go on a bad road. The same is true for Chinese calligraphy. Some people write ugly calligraphy, and some people are really ugly in style, but some people do not pursue artistic beauty, but pure nonsense.

This painting is of great value. Wang Er carefully put it away and moved the things upstairs.

When he went downstairs, Wang Erxiao said: "I understand. What you are talking about is pursuing an art that cannot be too similar?"
Chapter completed!