Perhaps because my son painted well, the parents did not object anymore.

Of course, I never said agree.

This means that you can do whatever you want.

If it was impossible before, you would definitely say that you should study honestly and don’t do these messy things.

Ren Bufan did not show his previous rebellion today, which is also an important reason. It makes his parents feel that he has changed and his attitude will naturally soften.

This is done, and the next thing is the easel issue.

After dinner, he focused on making easels again.

Maybe I really don’t have the talent in this area, and I still haven’t succeeded until the third update in the middle of the night, and even got worse and worse, and was upset.

At 1 a.m., I even fell asleep on the table in the hall because I was too tired.

The next morning.

The sun shone in through the window and sprinkled on his face, feeling warm.

Ren Bufan opened his eyes and sat up in a daze.

I was stunned when I found myself sleeping in the room upstairs and covered myself with a quilt.

It seemed that I fell asleep on the table because I was too sleepy last night.

It seems that my parents brought them up?

Oops!

At this time, the easel has not been prepared yet! How can I make money and how can I pay back Zhao Yan's money?

At this time, my parents have already gone out to work, and they are the only ones at home, so they are very quiet.

He was in a panic and put on his clothes and went downstairs, preparing to get some food, and then quickly figured out how to get the easel.

When I arrived at the lobby downstairs, I was shocked to find a fairly standard easel standing in the middle.

I went up to check and found that I used the old wood, but it was much better than the easel I made myself.

Try it, it's very strong and won't shake.

Could it be that I did it in a daze last night?

It's impossible!

Even if I really made it in a daze, where did the wood chips go?

Turning back, I saw an aluminum pot on the table, still steaming.

There are vegetable dishes next to the pot, including pickled radish, pickled cabbage and dried vegetable buckles.

Removing the lid of the pot, it was porridge that looked very appetizing.

I looked at the easel and then looked at the dishes on the table and realized that this was made by my parents for me.

My father should have done the easel. Although he is not a carpenter, he has occasionally seen furniture repairs, and his handicrafts are definitely better than himself.

The meal was cooked by my mother in the morning, so she must have gotten up very early and prepared before going to work.

A heat surged in my heart, and I thought to myself why I was so ignorant in my previous life, and even tortured my parents until I died.

In this life, you must never take the old path and you must not let your parents worry about you.

After rushing to finish breakfast, pack up all the painting tools, and ride a bicycle on the easel on your back.

When I arrived near the gate of Luogu Temple, it was already around 9 a.m.

There are already cars coming and going here, crowds of people, and it is particularly lively.

It is very common for tourists from all over the weekend to come to play.

Locals don’t have to buy tickets when entering Luogu Temple. Ren Bufan used to visit Zhao Yan and the others. A few bad guys would occasionally steal coins from tourists who threw them in the wishing pool and use them to play games.

So I am very familiar with Luogu Temple and can walk around with my eyes closed.

There is no stall setting up in Luogu Temple, and the managers will stop it, so they can only be near the mountain gate.

This is where tourists enter and exit, with a huge flow of passengers, and there are vendors on both sides of the road.

All the good places are occupied, I just blame myself for coming too late.

There was no way, so after walking a few times, I could only put down the easel near the highway further away from the mountain gate and stayed a little away from the vendor.

Park the bicycle next to it, place the stool in front of the easel, and place the white paper prepared in advance on the easel.

On this white piece of paper is Ren Bufan's self-portrait, and the words "100 characters sketches per picture" are written.

After the arrangement is set, sit down and wait for the customers to come.

There are so many passers-by, but some people stop to watch. After all, it was the first time I saw someone paying to draw a sketch portrait in this scenic spot, which was fresh.

But I just took a look at it casually, walked over, stayed for less than 3 seconds, and had no intention at all.

This location is pretty good. Behind me is a big tree, just covering the sun and it is very cool.

But it was also very tiring to sit until eleven or twelve o'clock.

The most important thing is that no one cares about it, which has caused a big blow to Ren Bufan's self-confidence. He thinks he is just a joke and thinks that it is too easy to make money.

I was so hungry at lunch time, so I took out the two sweet potatoes that I had roasted in the morning and ate them. I thought I could wait for another hour, and if I still have no business, I should quit!

Maybe I thought too well, so how could I make money so easy?

Compared to his confidence at the beginning, his face was full of depression and irritability.

After eating two sweet potatoes, I sat for about half an hour, and my confidence was even more overwhelmed, but no one came forward. The tourists passing by met them and just asked, "Do you want to sketch?" The other party looked at themselves with strange eyes and left directly.

Is it a great sin to make money by sketching?

The more I waited, the more annoyed I felt. Just when I wanted to give up, someone next to me was curious and came over: "Classmate, what are you doing here?"

Turning his head to look in the sound, he saw a girl who was about the same age as him approaching with curiosity on her face.

"You are..." Ren Bufan felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn't recognize her.

"You are the Fatty Ren from the fourth eighth class of Wuzhou, right?" the girl asked with a smile.

"You are very rude!" Ren Bufan felt displeased when he heard this title, "My name is Ren Bufan, not Ren Fatty!"

It was the Four Chou of Wuzhou and the Fatty Ren. It was not happy that anyone would call him in person.

"I'm sorry!" The girl was stunned, and then immediately expressed her apology, "It's just that everyone around her calls me like that, I..."

Ren Bufan was depressed because he had no business, but now he was disturbed by her like this, and he was even less in a mood. He stood up and prepared to pack up his painting tools and go home.

"Are you angry?" Seeing him like this, the girl quickly apologized softly, "I have no malice! I have seen you at school and saw you here, so I'm curious to come and have a look. I am Shen Qingqing from Class 3 (2), right next to you."

Shen Qingqing from Class 3 (2)?

Ren Bufan stopped and looked back at her, and finally remembered.

Just say it looks familiar, it turns out that it is from the next class.

At school, she was wearing a school uniform of a size 1 and had a ponytail. She didn't have braids now, with long black hair draped behind her, wearing a fitted casual suit and tight jeans, which was completely different from what she saw in school, so it was no wonder she didn't recognize her at the first time.

"100 characters sketches..." Seeing that he was dissatisfied, Shen Qingqing walked up to take a look and showed a surprised expression, "You make money for painting for people? The price is too terrifying! It would be strange if someone wants to do this price!"

"Hmm?" Ren Bufan frowned in confusion and turned to look at her.

"My father's monthly salary is only 1,500 yuan, which is very high in the town. Who can afford to spend your 100 yuan per picture?" Shen Qingqing said, "Or, are you just writing it as fun?"

100 yuan per piece is very high?

I often see a sketch of 50 yuan and 100 yuan in my memory...

Halfway through thinking, he suddenly reached out and patted his forehead.

In my memory, it was more than ten years later, and now it was more than ten years ago. It’s different!

It was also because there was a little local Zhao Yan around him who could lend more than 100 people, which made him ignore the fact that he was happy.

The purchasing power of 10 yuan or 20 yuan is worth more than 100 in ten years.

No wonder so many tourists passed by before, and they just looked at themselves with strange eyes. There was something wrong with their feelings here!

Since he knew what the problem was, Ren Bufan stopped cleaning up and quickly took out the eraser and erased the number 100.

"Hey!" Shen Qingqing hurriedly wanted to stop her, but it was still too late, so she could only show a regretful expression, "These birds are well drawn, it would be a pity to wipe them off like this."

"Change the price." Ren Bufan didn't look back and picked up the brush to prepare to rewrite it.

"Wait!" Shen Qingqing thought for a while, stretched out her index finger and gently pointed it on his left shoulder, "Classmate, why not draw a new one?"

"Why?"

"Your self-portrait is not good-looking, it will also have an impact. I speak more straightforwardly, but there is no malicious intention." Shen Qingqing said, "You have to put a good-looking sketch to attract others!"

"You mean I am fat and ugly. As a sign, it's not only not attractive, but it's disgusting?"

"No!" Shen Qingqing waved her hands repeatedly, "You are a little fat and your facial features are still upright. But people like to appreciate beautiful things, right?"

"This..." Looking back, her expression was indeed very sincere. Ren Bufan hesitated, "Then what should I draw?"
To be continued...