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The requirement of the program group is to "make money from painting", and of course it would be great to be able to make money from painting.

Yu Shengwei was surprised: "What way?"

Bo Yijian: "Continue to paint, but this time we don't paint portraits, we paint watercolors."

Yu Shengwei hesitated to speak, and felt that he had to remind Bo Yijian: "Well, the last time I touched watercolor was when I was in middle school..."

Bo Yijian smiled slightly, and the smile was a bit malicious: "No hurry, just use your mobile phone to search for 'watercolor abstract painting'."

Yu Shengwei did as Bo Yijian said.

When the dense and strange watercolor paintings jumped out of the screen, Bo Yijian pointed to one of the colorful and full-bodied watercolor paintings and asked Yu Shengwei: "Do you know how this painting was drawn?"

Yu Sheng looked at the painting slightly.

It doesn't have too complicated a composition, it's just a radioactive circle, but in the center of the canvas, countless colors are attached to it, they overlap, interfere with each other, and fit each other, like the beginning of an explosion, It's like the beginning of a new life.

In any case, the painting shows a perfect transformation.

Yu Shengwei: "I don't know, but it must be difficult, right?"

The malicious intentions on the corners of Bo Yijian's mouth have turned into evil: "It's actually very simple."

Yu Shengwei: "Huh?"

Bo Yijian: "Take a mop, dip it in various paints, and throw it straight down from the second floor. The effect will be this effect. You can throw it as many times as you want."

Yu Shengwei: "???"

Bo Yijian: "So, what do you think abstract painting is?"

Yu Shengwei: "...art?"

Bo Yijian: "That's right."

He stuffed the paint-stained watercolor pen into Yu Shengwei's hand and winked at him.

"We are doing art. How normal is it that those who do art are not understood?"

Holding a watercolor pen, Yu Shengwei looked at the various abstract paintings on his phone, and then thought about what Bo Yijian said, confidence arose spontaneously.

Anyway...

I don't understand art, and neither do you.

***

With confidence, painting is fast.

This time, Yu Shengwei completely let himself go. He adjusted the watercolors at will and painted the paintings one by one.

Bo Yijian clapped his hands beside him as usual.

He wandered the streets with a nice-looking "art painting" and borrowed twine and clips from a gift shop.

He fixed the hemp rope to the lamp post and hung up the paintings to dry.

Yu Shengwei had already drawn six or seven paintings at this time, and he thought it was about the same, so he temporarily put away his brush and hung the paintings with Bo Yijian.

Yu Shengwei: "How to set the price? Is it still 15 Euros off 7.5 Euros?"

Bo Yijian: "I noticed just now that the tips you put in the box of the band across the street are between 1 and 5 Euros, and the price of our paintings should also be in this range. After all, we only need to settle if we have products. One problem, we still need to solve the customer's problem, we can follow the method just now..."

Yu Shengwei completely understood what Bo Yijian was thinking!

The feasible plan added a touch of excitement to his tone: "I continue to dance to attract customers, but we don't want their tips, but let them buy paintings. Anyway, they would have given tips anyway, and with the same money, we can still give them money. When a painting is brought back, I think people will patronize our business."

Bo Yijian smiled and said, "It's almost the same. But dancing is too tiring, let's change the way. Is it okay to sing?"

Yu Shengwei: "Of course."

There is no distinction between singing and dancing in China, and Yu Shengwei has done a lot of research on both.

Bo Yijian: "That's easy."

He took another watercolor painting that looked good from the folder, and walked to the stray band next door again. After some simple conversations, he exchanged the painting in his hand for the right to use the guitar.

He returned to his small stall with the guitar in his arms, and made a small bench with Yu Shengwei.

He lightly plucked the guitar strings, listening to familiar and unfamiliar rhythms ringing in his ears.

Yu Shengwei: "???"

He was fascinated: "Brother Yijian, it doesn't matter if you can play the drums, but you can also play the guitar? By the way, you were talking to someone in French just now, right?"

Bo Yijian is more modest: "It's true that I know a little bit."

It's not a little bit at all.

Yu Sheng took a slight look at Bo Yijian, as if he wanted to see through his heart: "Since you can play the drums and guitar, brother Yijian, do you know all kinds of domestic songs?"

Bo Yijian is still modest: "There will be some."

Yu Shengwei: "Then... will "Kiss" be available?"

Bo Yijian: "Yes."

Yu Shengwei: "What about "I To You" and "Strange Street"?"

Bo Yijian: "I will."

Yu Shengwei: "What about "Tenderness" and "Chasing"?"

Bo Yijian: "I will."

Since the city, Yu Shengwei continued to think about the follow-up topic: ""Encounter", "Unreal", "You"..."

The more Bo Yijian listened, the more something was wrong, this guy is not trying to pass me, is he?

He quickly interrupted: "It's almost done, let's start working quickly, it's almost noon!"

Yu Sheng took a slight look at Bo Yijian, and stopped doing good things.

Bo Yijian began to tune the strings, he chose the song "Kiss", he played for a while, and slowly, the broken rhythm under his hands changed from long to short, and the notes seemed to have hooks, hooking back and forth , It seems to have grown small hands, holding hands, dancing cheerful waltz.

Ready to complete.

Bo Yijian stopped and started again, his five fingers passed over the strings, and a series of familiar melodies flew out from the vibrating strings of the guitar.

With a smile on the corner of Yu Shengwei's mouth, he hummed softly along with the melody.

In his heart, still quietly, quietly, he combined the song titles he said before one by one.

Strange street meets illusory you.

My pursuit of you is as tender as a kiss.

Bo Yijian played and listened at the same time.

The clear voice rang right next to his ears, and the gentle trill was like the beauty of a butterfly fluttering its wings to the sky.

The sun rose above their heads.

On strange streets in strange cities, most of the bustling crowds continued to move forward, but there were still some who stopped and listened to this melodious and beautiful foreign song.

***

Bo Yijian and Yu Shengwei played and sang some love songs intermittently for half an hour.

Thus passed the last hour of the morning.

They account for their income:

Three paintings were sold for a total of 10 euros.

Bo Yijian looked left and right, the homeless man in front was gone, and so was the homeless band diagonally opposite, but the instrument was still in place, and he didn't know if he asked someone to help him watch it or he just didn't think so. stolen.

But these are not important, the most important thing is...

Bo Yijian: "It's past twelve o'clock, and there are no people on the street. If we stay here, we won't be able to sell anything. Let's go have lunch."

Yu Shengwei was a little worried: "Is 10 Euro enough?"

Bo Yijian pondered for a while: "...how much did we eat last night?"

Yu Shengwei: "I don't know, but I remember that every dish seems to cost tens of Euros."

The two were relatively silent for a moment.

It's still Bo Yijian's decision: "It doesn't matter, let's go and look around, we can eat something cheap."

With that said, he first put the guitar on hand among the musical instruments of the opposite band, and then took various painting tools, and walked out with Yu Shengwei.

This long street is not far from the place to eat. After turning two street corners, various restaurants appeared in front of the two of them.

This time they only went to those shops that looked cheap.

It's a pity that the prices of cheap shops are not cheap, Bo Yijian looked at the lunch menu outside, and saw that the cheapest pasta on it cost 10 Euros, which happened to be all their property.

He thought about it for a moment, and felt that such a pasta would never be enough to fill the stomachs of both him and Yu Shengwei, so he continued to move forward, this time not looking at those small restaurants, but walking towards the chain fast food restaurant .

The prices of chain fast food restaurants are indeed lower than other small restaurants, and the portions are also larger.

For example, in a burger shop, the burger packages above range from 8 euros to 20 euros.

But even so, 10 euros is not enough to order two of the lowest-priced set menus or two of the most ordinary burgers.

Bo Yijian stood in front of the burger restaurant's menu and researched for a long time, and finally chose a double-layer beef burger set with the highest cost performance. After the waiter prepared the meal, he made some requests to the waiter in French.

Five minutes later, Bo Yijian returned to Yu Shengwei with the dinner plate.

The double-layer beef set was still on the dinner plate, but all the food on it, whether it was a Coke burger or a hot dog, was cut in half and divided into two.

Bo Yijian's face was serious: "I don't have enough money, so I can only order a set meal. However, I analyzed and compared all the dishes on the menu, and our current set meal is definitely the most cost-effective, most nutritious and balanced, and the most filling one." portion."

Yu Sheng opened his mouth slightly, but didn't say anything.

Then he reached out, took half of the burger, and took a bite.

Bo Yijian asked casually: "How does it taste?"

With more food in his mouth, Yu Shengwei's voice was a bit vague: "It tastes good."

The hamburger in front of his mouth covered the corners of his upturned mouth.

This is the best burger he's ever had.