The wealthy wife is very charming!

31: With nowhere to go, she actually came here - the art street lined with phoenix trees.Most people sell calligraphy and paintings, and do portraits for others.

Duo'er turned to look at the boy, and laughed, "I haven't encountered anything that makes me feel so sad that I have to cry."

The sunlight that leaked through the gaps in the leaves sprinkled from the big boy's head. He stood in front of the drawing board, with a slender figure, fair skin, and elegant features. He wore a cotton short-sleeved white shirt and light-colored thin-faced jeans. There are finely crushed paint, but you feel that it is exceptionally clean.

What kind of family can educate a boy with such a pair of eyes, clear and pure, as if he is not touched by the world and does not understand filth.It makes people jealous.

The boy bent over to wash his hands in the bucket, with a sense of dignity that was not commensurate with a poor painter, and he spoke at a leisurely pace, "I haven't seen you coming over for a long time."

Duo'er stood on tiptoe and looked at the works on the boy's drawing board, "Well, I've been busy recently, have your paintings been sold?"

The boy turned around and put away the drawing board, "It's always hard to meet a customer who is as generous as you and doesn't appreciate it."

Duo'er chuckled, "Artists really don't know how to do business, so if you compliment a client, you really have vision, are you uncomfortable?"

The boy hung the drawing board on the bicycle, "But you really don't know how to appreciate it. You can't understand my paintings at all."

Duo'er deliberately snorted, "But if I have the money, it's fine if I can't buy it. If I don't understand, I can pretend to understand, and I can make others think I understand, that's fine!"

"It's a real headache for an artist like me to meet a client who smells like you."

Duo'er saw that the boy was collecting the stall, so she helped him empty the water from the bucket, put it in a tool bag, and hung it on the front of the car, "Don't worry about it, I don't have any spare money to give you a headache recently. Your painting didn't sell Forget it, I wanted to blackmail you for a cup of tea. It seems that there is no point."

The boy kicked off the rear rack of the bicycle and held the front of the bike, "Let's go, yesterday I met a nouveau riche who is as unappreciative as you, it's enough to drink tea for a month."

Duo'er shrugged her nose, "Then you still have to pay the rent."

"When you have money, I'll sell you another one, won't you have money to pay?"

Duo'er likes to look into the boy's eyes, it's so cool inside, it's so good, he can talk about such a philistine thing with the posture of a fairy.

Duo'er was sitting behind the boy's bicycle, and the wind blew her long hair up. Just like her mood at this time, she asked him with a smile, "Hey, have you ever been in a predicament with nowhere to go?"

The sun was shining on the boy, his brows and eyes were full of gentle halo, but his words were firm and confident, "No, because there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, if there is no way, you can find a way, whether it is yourself or For others, where there are feet, there is a way.”

Duo'er couldn't help trembling in her heart, she closed her eyes quietly, the boy's words poured into her blood softly and forcefully.

Duo'er returned home after drinking worry-free tea from Art Street, feeling much better.

Put on powder, put on makeup, choose a small sling, and match it with a long skirt, so it won't look so wild. The long hair is down, and a strand is pulled out from each ear and temple, which is closed back and twisted into a small bun.

In the mirror, she looks like a lady.

I don't know if it's appropriate to dress like this?

There is always a way to go, so how come there is no way to go?

What does it matter whether one's own feet or another's feet?As long as the road can lead to the top of the mountain, does it matter if you walk it yourself or someone else walks it for you?