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Volume 3 County Famous 745 Who is Van Gogh?

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    Wang Baoyu got up and dressed, sat on the sofa, and waited for the landlady to bring breakfast. Speaking of which, there was art in this house, and the landlady was an artist.

    But in Wang Baoyu¡¯s opinion, the landlady¡¯s paintings were not famous, and she had never heard of her selling any paintings. It was probably because the paintings were not good enough to sell.  Furthermore, her paintings are too limited. Every painting has that rotten bird. Not to mention that Wang Baoyu felt upset when she saw it. There are probably not many mature people who like such childish things.

    At seven o'clock in the morning, the landlady brought breakfast on time. Wang Baoyu tried to find some different expression on her face, but apart from being a little haggard, the landlady's expression was surprisingly calm, as if what happened last night had nothing to do with it.  happened before.

    "Sister, I want to ask you for leave. I have to go out for two days to participate in an event." Wang Baoyu said while sipping porridge.

    The landlady groaned and complained: "Don't make any noise while eating!"

    Wang Baoyu chuckled and said, "You're in a hurry. It won't look good if you're late."

    "What activity is it? Is it important?" The landlady showed an interested expression.

    "It's not important to me, but it's different for others. It seems to be an artists' pen club, and they are all elderly people." Wang Baoyu said calmly. In fact, he wanted to hint to the landlady, don't think that you are great because you are an artist. I know him.  There are so many artists!

    ¡°Is it the one held by the Pingchuan Municipal Party Committee Party School?¡± the landlady asked.

    "I don't know the specific place yet." Wang Baoyu told the truth, feeling a little surprised. The landlady stayed at home and seemed to know a lot about art activities.

    "Child, are you driving there?" the landlady asked.

    "Well! Let's go to Qingyuan Town first, pick up an old artist, and then go to Pingchuan City." Wang Baoyu said without hiding anything.

    "I'll go too!" the landlady said seriously.

    "There are quite a few trains to Pingchuan. One of them seems to be at five o'clock in the morning. There will be no delay when you get there." Wang Baoyu picked up a pickle and chewed it.

    If you want to ask why Wang Baoyu knows the train schedule so well, it is because there is a train timetable the size of a matchbox stuck under his desk. It was probably left by the previous owner of the desk. Wang Baoyu glanced at it when he was bored.  , I really remembered a lot of train numbers.

    "I want to take your car. Normally I would not participate in such an event, but since you are going to Pingchuan City, I will reluctantly go there once!" said the landlady.

    "Don't force yourself to do this, don't worry about my face." Wang Baoyu said hesitantly, not wanting to take the landlady with him. After all, he had agreed to accompany Yang Hongjun.

    "You must take me with you, otherwise, breakfast will be gone." The landlady said, reaching out and grabbing the tea eggs that Wang Baoyu had just picked up.

    Wang Baoyu took advantage of the landlady's unpreparedness, snatched it back, quickly stuffed it into his mouth, and said proudly: "It's too late, I've already eaten it!"

    Unexpectedly, the landlady stepped forward, hugged Wang Baoyu's head, stretched out her slender fingers to dig into Wang Baoyu's mouth, and said reluctantly: "You have to spit it out if you eat it!"

    "Sister, eldest sister, spare your life! I'll just take you there!" Wang Baoyu tried his best to avoid the landlady's unreasonable attack. He had no choice but to compromise. After all, he really stayed here because the landlady cooked for him.  , otherwise, he would not be able to bear this one person and one bird.

    The landlady snorted and turned back to tidy up. Wang Baoyu ate breakfast and waited for a long time before the landlady finished tidying up. She frowned at the wall for a long time and finally took out two of the paintings and put them on a paper  In the tube, he called Wang Baoyu to go downstairs together.

    Today's landlady is dressed in a particularly foreign style. Her long shawl hair is pulled into a bun, which makes her neck fair and slender. She wears a pink plush sweater on her upper body, wool plaid trousers on her lower body, and a pair of small leather shoes with tassels on her feet.  Looks a lot younger.

    ¡°Sister, I didn¡¯t expect you to look like a movie star with just a little bit of attention!¡± Wang Baoyu chuckled.

    "I dare not say anything else. With my figure and appearance, I will definitely not embarrass you if I follow you out." The landlady said confidently.

    Wang Baoyu started the car and chatted while driving: "Sister, do you also sell paintings after you paint them?"

    "Not for sale!" said the landlady.

    Wang Baoyu mocked: "You can't sell it, can you?"

    The landlady said contemptuously: "What do you know? Someone wants to buy a small painting of mine for ten thousand yuan, but I won't sell it. Those hanging in your house are worth a lot of money. Don't lose the key, otherwise  I can¡¯t even afford to pay for it!¡±

    Wang BaoyuShe opened her mouth in surprise and said: "Just two swipes are worth so much money. Sister, if your painting is not sold, it will not generate any economic value. What's the use of painting it?"

    "Child, if you don't understand art, don't talk nonsense. Van Gogh in the West never sold a single painting until his death, but he was definitely a great artist." said the landlady.

    "Who is Van Gogh?"

    "You? Hey, you are really uneducated! You should pay attention to your inner cultivation in the future!" The landlady complained while giving Wang Baoyu a brief introduction to Van Gogh.

    "Cut off your own ear? It's obviously a mental illness. What kind of good painting can you draw from this?" Wang Baoyu asked.

    The landlady said unhappily: "What do you know? Although Van Gogh had mental illness, he was the brightest at heart. His paintings are simple and have a strong impact. Alas, there are few in the world who can surpass him, so  Each of his paintings is priceless.¡±

    Wang Baoyu said disdainfully: "Look, it was sold in the end. If he doesn't sell it, of course someone else will sell it for him! The purpose of painting is to sell money!"

    "Nowadays, all young people are obsessed with money. You have to respect art. Do you understand? Don't say that about Van Gogh. If I could be like him, I would cut off my breasts." The landlady said disdainfully.

    "Sister, no matter where you cut, you can't cut the chest! What a pity!" Wang Baoyu had a smirk on his face.

    "Okay, let's drive well!" The landlady realized that she had made the wrong metaphor and did not want to continue talking about this topic with Wang Baoyu.

    The two chatted and unknowingly arrived at Qingyuan Town. Wang Baoyu drove the car directly to the door of Yang Hongjun's house and honked the horn. Yang Hongjun walked out briskly, carrying a bag in his hand.  Holding a bag, Wang Baoyu guessed that it should contain his commonly used brushes.

    Yang Hongjun opened the car door and saw a woman who looked less than forty years old sitting in the back seat. She asked in confusion: "Xiao Wang, who is this?"

    "This is the greatest artist of all time, Ms. Li Keren." Wang Baoyu laughed and said, so angry that the landlady reached out and pinched Wang Baoyu.
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