I survived being intersex

Xie Fan was very talented in painting since he was a child, and his poor family background and hardships along the way did not stop him from becoming a world-renowned painter.

He has held countless successful art exhibitions, and one of his paintings can even be auctioned for millions. Everyone praised him, saying that he is a rare talented painter who is rare in a century.

And Xie Bian has had a habit since the first day he picked up a paintbrush, that is to leave a symbol exclusive to him on his paintings.

Shen Yuxing was taken aback when he recognized it, then turned his eyes away from the painting to carefully examine the little boy's appearance.

It is indeed similar to Xie Bian.

Shen Yuxing remembered that Xie Fan did have a younger brother, who happened to be the same age as this boy in terms of age.

He probably knew what was going on.

It is estimated that Xie Bian's younger brother learned how to draw from him, but he didn't know the meaning of this symbol, so he drew it in the painting.

And the reason why he sells paintings is easy to guess.

Shen Yuxing put down the painting and said seriously: "I want this one, how much is it?"

Xie Ziting whispered, "Two yuan."

"Two yuan?" Shen Yuxing frowned, "It's too little, you can add more."

Xie Ziting was stunned for a moment: "Then... three yuan?"

"No, I'm rich, you can kill me as much as you want." Shen Yuxing shook his green head, expressing that he was a rich man who took advantage of him.

He thought for a while, and then said, "Two thousand pieces, what do you think?"

It was the first time Xie Ziting had heard people say such words. His little face was flushed, and he felt that this kind of behavior was deceiving, so he pinched the corner of his clothes and said: "My paintings are worthless, in fact... this painting is mine. Follow my brother's drawing, if you really want it, I'll ask him if he can sell you the original one, his one is a hundred times better than mine."

"As for other paintings, two pieces will do!!"

A few days ago, Xie Ziting heard from a classmate that someone who sells paintings here can sell a lot of money in a day, so he decided to take advantage of the weekend to earn money and share a little hard work for his brother.

But he doesn't know how to draw. My brother has a lot of paintings, but he can't sell them directly, otherwise he won't be making money on his own. So he imitated his brother's work and drew one, and the rest are all his own. drawn.

Xie Ziting really felt that his paintings were not worth the price, but if it was his brother, he would definitely be worth it!

Shen Yuxing said softly: "It's okay, what I'm looking at is just an eye socket. I like your paintings very much. I will buy them for any money."

Under Shen Yuxing's insistence,

The painting with the symbol of thank you first that he took a fancy to was finally sold for 2000 yuan.

He originally wanted to buy the remaining paintings at the same price, but Xie Ziting disagreed with everything, and finally sold them for two yuan each.

Shen Yuxing was holding a stack of paintings, Xie Ziting was holding a stack of money, and the two happily parted ways.

Xie Ziting returned home happily with the money in his pocket, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Xie Bian sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

"Brother!" He said excitedly, "I'm making money by myself!"

Xie Fan nodded, without any emotional fluctuations on her beautiful face, she raised her chin slightly: "Sit."

Xie Ziting sat down in front of him, impatiently took out the money and handed it to Xie Bian, as if waiting for his compliment.

Seeing the thick stack of hundred-yuan bills, Xie Fan raised his eyebrows slightly: "You made money by selling paintings?"

Xie Ziting was stunned: "How did brother know?"

Xie Fan found paints and brushes on his desk, and roughly guessed what Xie Ziting was going to do.

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from my brother." Xie Ziting was still very happy, this was the first time he had earned so much money.

Does it also prove that he can do something for his family.

This thought made Xie Ziting extremely happy, even happier than when he got No.1 in the exam.

Seeing the smile on his face, Xie Fan lowered his voice and said, "Tell brother the truth, did you really earn so much by selling paintings?"

It's not that Xie Bian doesn't trust him, but that he understands that an ordinary painting can't be sold for much money.

Not everyone is a philanthropist willing to spend money on a painting that has no collectible value.

He was more inclined that Xie Ziting had done other work, but he was unwilling to tell him.

Xie Ziting's smile slowly disappeared, and he thought of that rich and powerful big brother.

If it weren't for that big brother, he might sit there all night and no one would buy his paintings.

In the end, he became ruthless and determined to tell the truth: "In fact, there is a big brother who paid a very high price..."

Xie Bian thought sure enough: "We have to return the money."

Xie Ziting bit his lower lip and whispered, "But that green-haired elder brother doesn't seem to live near there, so he might not come again."

Xie Bian paused: "Green hair?"

He thought that there are not many people with green hair now, so if he pays attention, he should be able to find them, so he said: "This money can't be spent, I will keep it and return it to others later."

Although he was very reluctant, Xie Ziting would always listen to Xie Bian's words, so he nodded: "Okay, if I can meet that green-haired brother again, I will definitely give it back to him."

After dealing with this matter, Xie Bian stood up, suddenly thought of something, turned around and said: "Brother knows what you want, you study hard, I'm here."

Xie Ziting was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and hummed softly, his eye circles slowly turning red.

He knows that he has the best brother in the world.

The next day Xie Ziting went to that street again, wondering if he could meet Shen Yuxing by chance, and then return the money to him.

But the whole weekend passed, and he didn't see the big green-haired brother again.

After Xie Bian found out, he only said lightly that he knew, and still took the money well.

He always felt that he could meet this kind man again.

When Shen Yuxing came home, Shen Sulin saw his hair and almost kicked him out.

"You you you..." You didn't say anything for a long time, Shen Sulin gave Shen Yuxing a hard look, decided to keep out of sight and out of mind, turned and went upstairs.

Shen's mother also felt that this was indeed a little out of line, but it was more important for her son to be happy, so she didn't say anything.

She saw that Shen Yuxing seemed to be holding a stack of papers in his hand: "A flyer handed out on the road?"

"No." Shen and Xingshen said mysteriously, "This is a good thing."

Although it wasn't Xie Bian's own painting, Shen Yuxing still thought it was quite valuable. If his family went bankrupt in the future, he could still make a small fortune from this painting.

Shen Yuxing thought happily, and planned to find a frame to hang these paintings, and put them in his room every day to admire them.

Xie Bian spent the whole weekend drawing the boy described by the nurse.

There isn't much information, so there are a lot of places where he's just relying on his imagination.

The teenager in the painting has a dazzling smile, as if there is a whole night sky in his eyes.

Xie Bian looked at it for a while, and felt that something in her heart seemed to be touched.

Perhaps deep in his heart, what he paints is not others, but himself.

When he was painting, Xie Ziting was watching from the side. Seeing that his brother drew the symbol in the lower right corner, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what does this mean?"

Xie Bian warmly explained to him.

Xie Ziting scratched his head: "I accidentally drew this too... But I feel that the person in this painting is very similar to that green-haired brother."

"looks like?"

"Yeah, but that brother's hair is green, this one's not."

Xie Bian smiled and said nothing.

On Monday morning, Xie Bian took a car to the hospital before dawn, bought breakfast for Lin Qingyan and watched her finish eating before going to school.

When he arrived, there were not many people in the classroom. Today happened to be his duty, so he put down his schoolbag and started cleaning.

Before the start of the morning reading time, all the cleaning in the classroom had been done, so he sat in his seat and started to work on the questions.

The number of people arriving gradually increased, but Xie Bian was still working on his questions.

It wasn't until there were bursts of violent gasps in the classroom, accompanied by a few words "too sloppy", "how did he think of dyeing this color", "I can't stand it", that he raised his head to check.

At the door, Shen Yuxing with green hair walked into the classroom with steps that no relatives recognized.

Xie Bian's eyes fell on his hair.