In the center of the theater hall, there is a circle of beautiful girls, each with exquisite makeup and their own beauty, waiting in line for Chen Yuanyuan's painting.
There are 16 paintings in total, and the price is 80 yuan.
She happily counted the bills in her hands. She was rich and happy! After a busy afternoon, with so much income, it seems that there is no need to go to the street to set up a stall.
Getting rich is just around the corner. Chen Yuanyuan is like a greedy cat, smiling crazily, holding a wad of banknotes in her hand, and in a wonderful mood.
After Qingyun gave away the banknotes, he sat alone in the corner and drew circles. Why? He lamented that God is unfair, why do all the talented and beautiful women have husbands?
He watched Chen Yuanyuan licking her fingers, smiling happily and counting the money, silently cheering himself up in his heart.
It's okay, don't be angry, I'm only 32 years old, in my thirties. Wouldn't it be better to wait a little longer and let the old mother survive for a few more years so that she can have her grandson later?
He was once forced into marriage and ran away from Yuzhou to Meizhou. When I was young, I also liked a woman, but that woman was already married and even had children.
He told the woman: "I don't care, I can treat the child as my own flesh and blood."
As a result, she was chased and beaten by her husband and ran three streets. Recalling that unbearable experience made Qingyun feel even more uncomfortable. He ran back to the house in the backyard dejectedly, immersed in depression.
At this time, no one of the girls cared about the sadness of the class leader. They were holding the scrolls and chatting together to discuss whether she was more beautiful or the other person was more beautiful.
Hu Panpan walked into the house happily, holding a gorgeous red seal in his hand.
"Yuanyuan has been customized. What do you think?" The seal is engraved with exquisite patterns, and the red ink pad exudes a faint fragrance.
"Excellent, I just finished the painting, now stamp it." Chen Yuanyuan took the seal in surprise, carefully observed the pattern and felt the texture of the ink pad.
The seal was engraved with the word "Shi", which was the pen name she wanted because Chen Yuanyuan felt that the name Yuanyuan did not sound domineering, and she did not want to use her real name to avoid being recognized.
The girls got their portraits, and the hall was filled with laughter and laughter. They shouted one after another, very affectionately.
Chen Yuanyuan was surrounded and sat in the middle. The table was filled with melon seeds and various pastries. Everyone was surrounding her and laughing happily.
The girls all wanted to make friends with her, and seeing how thin Chen Yuanyuan was, they thought her family was poor, so they all tried to serve up all the delicious food from the troupe.
"Miss Huayu, I'm really full. There's no need to bring any more food." Seeing someone bring another plate of papaya, Chen Yuanyuan hurriedly stopped her.
The girl named Hua Yu covered her mouth and chuckled, "Looking at how thin you are, you should eat more. Why, my husband is treating you harshly at home?"
Chen Yuanyuan shook her head, thinking that her husband had indeed never treated the original owner harshly, it was just her mother-in-law who only let her eat simple rice porridge when her husband was not at home.
Huayu was puzzled, "Does that mean you want to lose weight? Let me tell you, I understand those men best. They say they like thin people, but you can't believe their lies. The places that should be thin are thin, and the places that should be fat are some parts." "It's better to be plumper." She knew exactly what those men were thinking.
Chen Yuanyuan looked at the turbulence in front of Huayu, then looked down at her own withered figure, feeling embarrassed.
Hua Yu is the most popular woman in the troupe among men. Even though Hu Panpan is now the mainstay, there are not as many people pursuing her privately as Hua Yu. Why? It's not just because she understands what those men want, she is also good at learning how to refuse and welcome them, and the best is what she can't get into her mouth.
"There are other things you learned, come on, come on, I'll teach you a trick"
"Just be like this, like that... I'm sure your husband will pity you and love you forever." Hua Yu imparted experience to the sisters.
Hu Panpan was listening with red ears and face, but Cui Guo clapped her hands like a curious baby, "Ah, what next? Sister, talk more, talk more, I like to hear it."
Hu Panpan didn't look at it. Hey, such a pure little white flower is going to be tainted by those pedantic things. Don't bring bad children.
The girls around listened with their ears pricked up. When they talked about those things, everyone laughed and clapped their thighs happily.
The girls here are more open-minded than the girls outside the garden. They have seen all kinds of society early, and their speech is not as reserved as other ladies.
Chen Yuanyuan liked them very much and soon joined the gossip group. She also knew how to tell dirty jokes.
After a while, the girls got into a fight. Although it has not been tested, it does not affect the battle between villains and heaven in their minds.
There is no reason why girls' friendship is so good. The sound of frolics in the troupe could be heard far away. Unknowingly, the sky was getting darker and the blazing sun gradually faded away, leaving behind a faint afterglow that reflected the earth in a golden and warm light.
Chen Yuanyuan was very happy to meet this group of people. Time flew by so fast and it was time to go home.
The shadows of the trees were dancing, the breeze was blowing, I was holding money in my hand, and on the way home, I didn't forget to buy the roast chicken I had been longing for.
At this time, she still didn't know how much trouble the pictures of beauties she painted today would cause through the troupe.
It attracted countless famous painters to make a special trip to Meizhou to visit and study, and poets wrote poems and left thousands of good stories. This is another story.
