This place is not a big city. It's not so open and tolerant. It's not a few people who dare to admit that they are gay. He's really brave. What's more, it's not something that people talk about in the street. I'm afraid people can't hear it, so they have to pull their necks and yell.

"You, don't be so loud. It's not very influential."

"It's nobody's business. I'll ask you where our family went. I haven't seen him for several days. Where did he go? "

"Keep your voice down."

"My God, you are very careful. Don't you mean that you artists are all very individual? Why are you so timid? What's the point? "

Artists do not have to go the ordinary way. If they are too regular, they will have no personality. Picasso has his own personality. Not many people can understand his paintings, but it costs a lot.

Fresh. He knows Picasso.

Mr. Jiang was so embarrassed by his words that he was right that artists have to go the way that ordinary people don't go.

"I miss him so much. I kiss him and he runs away. Where has he gone? Is he rich? Is he hungry. Your paintings are valuable only when you are dead. It's hard when you are alive. I know all this. I'm afraid he won't have enough to eat. You tell me where he went

Xu Haodong's worry is true, and what he said is really irritating.

According to him, all those who learn to draw are dead. Who knows who is dead? What else to draw?

Mr. Jiang was sentenced by him. Don't think about it in your life. You can't be angry until you die.

It's too blatant for such a blind thing.

Mr. Jiang was speechless and didn't know how to go on. He pushed his glasses and gave an embarrassing selective answer.

"He walked around me and left. I don't know where

"It's over. My daughter-in-law is starving."

Xu Haodong is so anxious. How can this be done.

"Is there any other place he likes to go? Or a better friend? "

"Fang Zheng is used to going alone. Besides, we artists are very individualistic and don't like to make friends. It's all nodding. Never ask about each other's life, the so-called gentleman's friendship is as light as water. "

Bet Xu Haodong's mouth with Xu Haodong's words.

"How many days does he usually go out?"

"A week? one month? It's not long since he left. Tengyun town has his concerns. He will come back soon. "

"Oh, yes, his house is there. Well, if you have any news about him, just let me know. "

Xu Haodong sighed. It's over. He didn't come step by step and scared his daughter-in-law away.

Take out your wallet and ten thousand yuan and give it to Mr. Jiang.

"No, Xiaoyan doesn't need money to learn painting."

"It's not tuition, it's my living expenses for my daughter-in-law! What are you thinking about

Mr. Jiang grits his teeth. No wonder Fang Zheng wants to kill him. This kind of bastard is really hateful. I'll kill you.

"There must be contact information between you artists. If you get in touch with him, you will give him the money. I give you cash, you give him the transfer of WeChat Alipay, where he went to have money to spend, not starved to death, thank you.

"Oh, good."

"I'm just worried about him. When I meet bad people, I can't eat well. If he is short of money and borrows money from you, you can lend it to him. I'll give it back to you later."

Stimulate single dog, don't give single dog a way out, poor to single dog mouth forced to pour dog food.

"Call me when you hear from him. Thank you

Xu Haodong waved his hand. He completely scared his daughter-in-law away. Just ask the daughter-in-law to think about his father and mother and go home early.

Otherwise, where can I find a good daughter-in-law.

Mr. Jiang saw off all the children and closed the door of the studio. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Fang Zheng leaning against the window, painting on the easel with a brush in his hand.

"Money, yours."

Mr. Jiang put the money in front of Fang Zheng, who took a look at it.

"That's all my paintings cost?"

"The living expenses Xu Haodong gave you, he was afraid that you would starve to death. He said that when we paint, it's not worth money when we live, but it's only worth money when we die. Let me pass it on to you. "

"Cut."

Fang Zheng snorted.

"Ignorance."

"If you are ignorant or not, put aside Fang Zheng. He is brave enough to not cover up his sexual orientation and ask me where you have gone? He's your boyfriend. That's a good man. I'm a man who dares to act. "

Mr. Jiang pulled the stool and sat down in front of Fang Zheng. His face was full of gossip, which did not have the image of an artist in everyone's mind.

"Ah, Fang Zheng, although he is big, has a good figure and personality, why don't you think about it?"

"I'm also good at cooking, and I'm very patient."

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