"He's not serious, what's fun?"

"Mom, the house is big, let grandparents and grandparents come."

It’s easy to stay when you come, and you can sleep on the sofa.

"I called and said that the weather will be too hot next month."

"Mom, help me take down this oil painting and replace it."

"Why, why change the painting?" Miao Xiaohua was unhappy. There were ten oil paintings at home, both large and small. This painting was the largest, horizontal. There was a corridor to the west, and there was no painting hanging. There was also a horizontal painting in the west wall of the small hall. The two paintings looked similar in height, but the length was only two-thirds of this painting. On the opposite side, not far from this large oil painting, there was a vertical oil painting hanging, which was half the size of this painting. There were two vertical oil paintings in the two bedrooms, which were only half the size of this painting.

There are also five paintings upstairs. The west wall of the living room is similar in size to the small living room. There are two vertical oil paintings hanging on the east wall, and the two houses also have a vertical oil painting.

The agent said it very clearly that they were all painted by famous artists. If you don’t mention the picture frame, just one painting is worth two, three, three, and four thousand yuan.

It is the largest and undoubtedly the most expensive.

The largest one is not necessarily the most expensive, but these paintings are indeed based on size, and the larger the more expensive it is.

"Mom, wait a moment." Wang Er took the camera and took a photo, sent it to the computer, and then sent it to Li Changhua's email.

Going downstairs and calling Li Changhua: "Uncle Li, I drew an oil painting, took a photo, and sent it to your email address. I used it to replace the largest Victory Day oil painting in the living room. My mother is not happy, so tell me."

Li Changhua said: "I'm outside, wait."

About ten minutes later, Li Changhua called: "Wang Ping'an, let your mother pick it up."

"Mom, Uncle Li from the publishing house asked you to answer the phone."

"Sister-in-law Miao, it's not bad to decorate your house, but many Chinese people may not be able to accept it. The main reason is that it's too beautiful."

"Brother Li, when I bought a house that day, my waiter also said it, but I just went to the noodle restaurant, went to school, decoration, and area, and I really couldn't find a good house."

"Sister-in-law, it's not that I can't buy it, but the house is already gorgeous, and some inexplicable oil paintings are hung. It's not gorgeous, but vulgar."

"The agent said it was a painting drawn by famous artists."

"Sister-in-law, such a large-sized oil painting, the famous artists only painted two, three, three, three, four, and four thousand? I won't talk about others, just say that your son passed it to me. If you really want to sell it, you can't get it if you don't have 200,000 yuan."

Yang Tianyi and the others said it was a kind of support for the younger generation. They praised love and said it was a bit conservative. But it was really hard to say when it came to paintings.

"No way?"

"Sister-in-law, our publishing houses will not only publish novels, craft books, and art books. They are not as good as your son's paintings, but they are not as good as me in their appreciation of Wang Ping'an, at least they are worse than ordinary people. Or if you think about it, the less capable you are, the slower you draw. If you don't get the best of these ninth-rate painters, you have to paint for several days, and the middlemen will have to take away half of the profits. What you said is two, three, three, four, four, and half of them will get at most. How much is the value of a day? A famous artist only costs two, three, three, four, and four, and how much money can you make in a day if you change it to your son?"

"The waiter is better than what they draw?"

"You said that Wang Ping'an is not concerned about paintings, otherwise he is the famous artist. If you want your house to improve your taste, let Wang Ping'an take the time to draw a few paintings and replace those paintings together."

Miao Xiaohua hung up the phone dumbly: "Waiter, isn't it money now?"

"You all say that famous people are good, is it better to compare with ordinary people's salary?"

"Brother, the drawings are not very similar."

"Wan'er, what I painted is not a realistic style, but a kind of artistic conception, similar to the spirit... Well, I admit that I want to be lazy."

But it’s really not lazy. Once you draw like Leng Jun, it will not only take time, but also have different artistic conception.

Thinking of time, Wang Er suddenly slapped his head, am I stupid?

So I spent another three million to buy a set of "Selected World Famous Oil Paintings".

I don’t want to find inspiration from these oil paintings or learn from them directly.

So the second painting is taken from "Kent Shipwreck". It is not a sailboat that wants to sink, but a cruise ship. The people have become Chinese people. The layout is different. The cruise ship is farther away, with a storm in the middle. There are not two struggling lifeboats in front, but five, and the main body is still the one in front.

After drawing, I wrote two words on the edge with a hard pen: Shipwreck.

The third painting is "Asymmetric Marriage", which has been changed even more.

A very old man is wearing a ring on a young and beautiful girl. There is also a slightly older middle-aged couple next to him, probably the girl's parents. The other guests are not looking at the newlyweds, but the girl's parents. The girl's face is full of embarrassment and embarrassment.

The fourth painting is "Moonlight Night".

A few water lilies turned into a few lotus leaves and a blooming lotus flower. The girl also turned into Chinese. As she painted, she turned into Liu Tianxian at her peak appearance, and Liu Tianxian in ancient costume.

The fifth painting is the famous Van Gogh's "Sunflower". This one does not need to be changed. Just draw that flavor. However, Wang Er thought about it and found that the painting was more intense than the original painting.

The sixth painting is "Sunrise. Impression". Wang Er deliberately ran to the pier by the river in Xucheng to take a look. Of course, the painting has also changed. The boat is a small fishing boat in the Chinese style, and the situation at the port is different. Anyway, it is an impressionist painting, which looks like a non-similar. As long as the change of light and movement are painted well, the others are just an insignificant outline.

Since he chose Monet's painting, Wang Er brought out the most famous weeping willow in his ten series of weeping willows, which is the "Warewell Willow" painting with tree trunks as the main body.

There is also its sister chapter, not Monet's work, but Van Gogh's "The Reaper", which changes the tools in his hand and becomes the traditional Chinese bending sickle.

The ninth painting is still Monet's work, but Monet's early work is "The Woman Who Holds an Parasol".

But Wang Er became "The Girl Who Fights the Parasol", a seemingly and not-so-like Wan'er was holding a parasol, and a boy looked at it in the distance, and the other was that his face was not so avant-garde, "a bit like it."

The use and layout of colors, especially the core triangle (son, parasol, mother) has not changed.

This painting is intended to be hung in the Guan Nursery Room.

The tenth picture is Van Gogh's "The First Step", which becomes Wang Laoshi and his wife. Wang Er's house is a little boy. Van Gogh's paintings. The artistic conception and color must not be lost. As for whether it looks like it or not, it doesn't matter. This is placed in Wang Laoshi and his wife's room.

In his own room was "Asymmetric Marriage" and in his room was "Reaper".

Considering the parents' "receptive ability" and some other intentions, the other two paintings downstairs were replaced by "Shipwreck" and "Moonlight Night".

Miao Xiaohua is not bad this time. She looked at "Shipwreck" and said, "Waiter, what did you draw meant last year?"

But the three paintings upstairs made her dissatisfied, such as "Weeping Willow", "Sunflower" and the larger "Sunrise. Impression".

"Waiter, are you painting?"

"It's a painting, I don't believe you ask Uncle Li."

After hearing this, Li Changhua said, "Sister-in-law, this is called Impressionism. It is a real painting. If you touch the painting, you will make your son trouble you, so don't worry."

"But Brother Li, he is simply just a fool..."

"Sister-in-law, that's really not a fool. I won't lie to you. I'll let Wang Ping'an change it. As long as I change it and match it with the decoration of your house, it's a real perfect match. Sister-in-law, do you know that the painters in our publishing house scared your son silly."

The messy paintings drawn by my son are famous artists. The paintings drawn by others that are "human-like" are actually rubbish?

If the other party is not a real cultural person, Miao Xiaohua, the editor-in-chief of the big publishing house, wants to scold people.

There was no choice but to ask my son to replace the paintings together: "Waiter, what should I do with these paintings?"

"Uncle Li has a high vision, but in fact they are still good in paintings, at least better than many art teachers. I will use them to reinstall the picture frame tomorrow, and when the new book comes, I will send them to the welfare home together."

"The art teacher is not as good as you?"

"Mom, this is called art. The quality of a painting is not like it or not. If you imagine it, it is better to use a camera to take a photo. It is more similar. You have to see what kind of thought a painting wants to express and whether it has been expressed. It is the biggest condition for judging the quality of a painting. If you want to blame, you can't blame me. It was persuaded by Uncle Li, otherwise I wouldn't be able to draw."

The next day, the front painting was just loaded, and the back books came. The number was so large that it was scary. Fortunately, Wang Er greeted him in advance. As soon as the front books arrived, the courier company called the back immediately. Wang Er said, "Don't send it to my house, wait."

He rode his father's electric tricycle, put ten original oil paintings into the tricycle, took Wan'er and rode the tricycle to the express company, added a little money, and sent them to the welfare home with books and paintings.

Accompanied by Douya, Guan'er visited the new welfare home house. Wang Er unboxed the boxes, and some books were not available, so he planned to bring one or two copies home.

"Brother, I want to bring Douya and the others to my house to play."

"Okay," Wang Er replied without thinking, the house was big anyway.

Wang Er took a few girls into the truck and returned to the express delivery company. The girls were sitting on the tricycle. Wang Er drove the tricycle home. Not long after, a traffic police stopped them.

Xiaobiao said in a slight voice: "Hello uncle policeman."

Miaomiao was mute.

After the traffic police were about to criticize Wang Er, they called Wang Er's parents to come.

Suddenly, a light of inspiration appeared in his mind. Not only a few girls, but also two boxes of books. Before the boxes were closed, you could see the covers of two books: "The Adventures of the Bragging King", and there was a line of small characters next to it, a fairy tale that made people faint from laughing.

"Anne of Green Gables" has Chinese characters on the side, a gift for her best sister, and a line of small characters, an excellent fairy tale suitable for girls aged 9-20.

"Little kid, are you the fifth brother?" the traffic police asked tentatively.

Wang Er followed his gaze and looked to the side. He saw the book in the box. He scratched his head and said, "Uncle Police, you won't say it."

"You must be careful, too."

"I will be careful, my home is right in the Anyuan in front."

"Is this book coming out?"

"Sample books, sample books, but they will be released in a few days."

"You are really..." The traffic police wanted to ask, you are really a primary school student, but his professional cultivation is still good, so he waved his hand and said, "Drive slowly, come on."

"Thanks."

Wang Er drove into Anyuan in a tricycle. It was the traffic police turn to start scratching his head. After half a day, he grinned and said, "What a little monster."

After laughing, he slapped his head again: "I forgot, I signed it."

It doesn’t matter to him whether he signs or not, but how happy his daughter has to see it?
Chapter completed!