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Mr. Zhang Xiaole laughed and said, "Mr. Huang, this is a copy of one of my students."

"No, this painting is the real work. You see, the painting is clear and clear. In the foreground, there are thick lines and moss on the rocks, dense and dense, and ink vapor is dripping. The outline of the mountain is outlined by the fine brush, and the wet brush is blended with light ink, showing the Yin and Yang of mountains and the distance of highlands. With ink thick light dry wet, or pen simple ink light, or thick moisture, extreme change. Light ochre Fu mountain, flowers and green with the mountain pine forest, you ran layer of forest immersion. The combination of the pen and the square, showing the clumsy. Part of the close-up, the boat prominent, boat friends drinking wine conversation, poetic. This is absolutely authentic. " Huangshi didn't believe it was a copy, because he ignored a problem, that is, where can a middle school teacher have the money to buy Zhang Daqian's Qiushan map.

The reason for this is that the old man wanted to get this painting all his life, and was blinded by the painting.

The teacher looked at Huangshi with a smile and said, "you don't believe it. This is simple. I can ask my students to come to the scene and draw a pair for you."

Huangshi nods. So Zhang Xiaole was called to the teacher's home to paint on the spot.

Huangshi was happy when he saw Zhang Xiaole. He looked like a fairy. There was no country child's pinching and shyness.

Zhang Xiaole painted Qiushan again and asked Huangshi to point out.

Huangshi looked at the picture of Qiushan with great emotion and said: "I never thought that there would be such a genius in the world. It's really daunting for the future. If Mr. Zhang Daqian knew that there was another genius in the field of traditional Chinese painting, he would be smiling."

Zhang Xiaole was a little embarrassed about the praise given by the old man Huangshi, saying: "the old man praised me wrongly. I just feel like it and doodle it casually."

Huangshi took out a card from his body, handed it to Zhang Xiaole, and said, "I want this painting. There are 450000 yuan in the card. I will bring you another 50000 yuan later. I can't take out any more. I don't know whether the girl is willing or not."

Zhang Xiaole was so scared that he could support himself in the future.

Zhang Xiaole felt that she was not happy when she had money. She thought she would be very happy, but it is not the case.

She sat under the tree, quietly looking at a butterfly on a flower in the distance, leisurely and leisurely, inexplicably in her heart, there was a faint sadness in her heart, and she couldn't tell why, it was the book that said that she had strong sorrow for Fu's new words.

Why did not have this feeling before? Maybe it was because the family was too poor, when people were not full of food, they had no mood.

Zhang Xiaole stood up from the tree and looked in the direction of the classroom. The boy had not come out, which made her a little worried.

The boy's name is Lu Yiming. He is really poor mountain valley. Remember the child.

He has been in middle school for three years, and he has never seen him change his clothes. All year round, in winter and summer, he has two sets of washed white Zhongshan suits, which are fat and big. Obviously, these two sets of clothes are not his own.

Zhang Xiaole lived that kind of life before her big brother came back. No one in the class was willing to be with her, for fear that her poverty would spread on them like a virus.

Once, Zhang Xiaole was ill and had a cold. He was lying in the dormitory for three days without anyone asking.

On the fourth day, Zhang Xiaole felt that she would die if she didn't go out to make a stutter. She was only a teenager. She had a long way to go. She didn't want to leave the world like this, although the world seemed cruel and inhumane.

However, Zhang Xiaojian did not come out of the dormitory far away and fell on the ground, trying to get up, but the whole body is soft, the whole body is not her.

Students passed by her, and they all hid far away. No one came.

Zhang Xiaole wanted to cry, but she held back, because tears are the cheapest thing in the world.

The sun had gone over the treetops, shining on her, and she felt that the last bit of water in her body was about to evaporate.

At this time, she felt a cloud, colorful, covering the hot sun, let her see hope in despair.

"You, what's the matter with you?" A boy's voice, sounds a bit ethereal, far away.

Zhang Xiaole was speechless. He just looked at the boy in front of him. He knew him, because his slightly pale face with malnutrition was unique in the school.

She felt that she was carried up by a person. It was the boy, Lu Yiming. At that moment, she felt his back was really warm and comfortable.

I don't know how long after that, Zhang Xiaole opened his eyes and saw Lu Yiming sitting beside her, surrounded by snow-white walls, with a good smell of disinfectant.

There is still half a bottle of liquid in the hanging bottle in front of you. The medicine in the dropper is slowly falling down.

Zhang Xiaole shed tears this time. It was the first time that she felt that the world was still warm. The skinny boy looked like such a man.

"I'm thirsty." Zhang Xiaole said with difficulty.A soft straw went into her mouth, and a liquid with some temperature went into her mouth sweetly.

"The doctor said that patients should not eat cold food." Lu Yiming smiles faintly, a little shy.

That time, Lu Yiming spent 100 yuan. For a child of a rich family, 100 yuan was the normal consumption of two or three days, but for Lu Yiming, it was half a month's board expenses.

Zhang Xiaole wanted to return it to him, but she only had 30 yuan.

Lu Yiming said with a smile: "it's OK. I have a way to get through it. You're just sick and weak. You'd better keep it by yourself."

Zhang Xiaole didn't know what Lu Yiming had to do. She was going to save some money every month and give it back to him gradually. However, one evening, she went to buy a pencil outside the school and saw a familiar figure looking through the garbage can not far away. It was Lu Yiming.

Later I learned that Lu Yiming went out every day to pick up waste products and sell them. One day is two or three yuan. This is how he survived.

Zhang Xiaole felt that he fell in love with the boy, because every night when he went to bed, the big boy's thin body and firm eyes would make her heart throb.

After her brother came back, she once gave him money, but he refused and said, "a man who is poor will not spend money from a woman."

Lu Yiming is about to quit school, because he says that it's the same whether he depends on himself or not. Although he can get into No. 1 middle school, he can't leave his mother at home.

Zhang Xiaole is a little anxious. She holds the bag tightly. She doesn't know if she can let Lu Yiming take over her mind.