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Chapter 289 Oil Painter

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    "Little brother, if the flu breaks out in a large area, will I die?"

    "Don't talk nonsense, brother will not let that happen, if you are cold, you can hug brother."

    "However, my little brother's body is also very cold. You should wear these clothes."

    "Don't move, brother is so comfortable, if you are tired, you can lie down for a while, but you can't sleep, do you hear me?"

    In order to prevent Jiang Keran from closing his eyes in the severe cold, Fu Qinqi always breathed out lightly, and the ice on Jiang Keran's eyelashes was frozen.  After the stop, the beautiful picture on the grassland.

    "Little brother, this is the first time I've heard you talking so much. Do we have to move later? But I'm so sleepy."

    "No, you can talk to brother again."

    "Oh, little brother, why did you build a big shed? What's in it?"

    "That's because my brother is planning to hold an art exhibition for you. At that time, many people will be invited to come, and all your paintings will be hung in it, including the ones from when you were a child."

    "Really?"

    Jiang Keran became much more energetic, and wanted to jump up happily, but Fu Qinqi didn't let him, because lying down is the best posture to maintain physical strength.

    "Thank you little brother, but can my classmates come from Maplewood City? It's too far away from the school."

    "Brother, you can let all the villagers in Changshi Town come to see your art exhibition."

    Jiang Kean shook his head slightly with lowered eyebrows.

    "What? If you don't believe me, even if you kneel from house to house, let them come over."

    "No, I was just thinking about today's graduation ceremony. The students must be in the auditorium. Only I came to Changshi Town. I wanted to take the earliest bus back to school, but it was raining again. If my paintings can't be auctioned,  How can I be a great painter, my little brother is still waiting for me to have a future, let¡¯s leave Changshi Town, there are always disasters here, it¡¯s really not suitable for living.¡±

    "But our roots are all here. The reason why the villagers don't want to move is because the village left by their ancestors and the economy cannot develop. It is also because few people choose to travel here, even if it is driven by a heart-shaped stone."

    Niu Anshi sighed slightly in the shelter, and covered Fu Qinqi and Jiang Keran with the big cotton coat.

    "No, you take it."

    "Put it on, Qin Qi, Uncle Niu understands that you have a grudge against me. If your mother's illness is discovered earlier, maybe you can be saved. Therefore, I can't just watch you freeze to death. This is a poor town, located in a remote place.  , A heavy rainstorm will cause landslides and mudslides, even if the rescue team arrives, it will take a while, because the roads have collapsed."

    "Little brother, I don't want to be here, I want to go back."

    As he spoke, Jiang Keran cried aggrievedly, no longer wrapping his hands around Fu Qinqi's waist, but kept touching her painting.

    "Why!"

    Fu Qinqi sighed heavily, and a helpless expression jumped onto his face, as if to say, "Brother is incapable and can't give you a good life."

    "Then my paintings can sell for a lot of money."

    Jiang Ke murmured that the paintings were the little sun that supported her heart since she was a child, shining on her all day long, never thought that one day she would make money with coolies, but the paintings could not be sold, it was really equivalent to the waste paper in the east of the village  , It seems that it is not as soft as wiping the ass.

    Jiang Keran looked at his rough hands, opened and closed them, the nails seemed to be inlaid with oil paint, which couldn't be cleaned, but the fulfillment of the dream could not match the cruelty of reality.

    "Brother, I will meet you in the future." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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