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"Hey, what's wrong with you." Ling Hong took a shot on Wuhai's shoulder and asked loudly.

"Nothing." Wuhai said that the mustache was not salty and not light.

"It’s just that people are not coming, and they are not coming." Ling Hong shrugged and said with a relaxed face.

"Do you mean Lu girl?" Suddenly a small man asked.

"How, you know?" Ling Hong asked with interest.

"Of course I know, so beautiful a beautiful woman." The little man said with a smile.

"You know why she didn't come?" Ling Hong asked affirmatively again.

"Moving." The little man said with some regret.

"Moving? When?" Wuhai's tone is somewhat doubtful.

"It’s about a week after you left." The little man thought about it before he said it.

"It’s been so long." Wu Hai’s tone was full of regrets, regrets, pity, and faint disappointment.

"How do you know?" Yuanzhou also suddenly asked.

He also wants to know why this regular customer suddenly does not come.

"There was a road just happened to meet, and I asked him." The little man said embarrassedly.

"It turns out." Yuanzhou nodded.

"But I have a new address, either." For a moment, the little man suddenly said.

"No need." Wuhai was silent for a while before answering.

For a moment he wants to agree, maybe the individual is also a good choice.

The woman that several people talked about is the back view of Wuhai painting. This woman is also a frequent visitor to the Yuanzhou store, but now it is no longer moving.

Wuhai did not even talk to her, Yuanzhou has also said a few daily routines, so I can't talk about it, but she is beautiful.

"Don't say goodbye?" Yuanzhou did not understand.

He looked out, Wuhai has been very concerned about the woman, although there is no conversation, but the eyes can not fool people.

"No, I just feel that I have lost a painting material." Wu Hai picked up the water glass and drank his mouth. This is what he said.

"Weird painter." Yuanzhou came to a conclusion.

"Maybe." Wuhai touched the moustache and was silent.

"Young people are good." Grandpa laughed and laughed.

Shop people come and go, some people just move home, they will not come again.

The kitchen **** shop will not move in place, but people are waiting in the same place, and the truth is understandable. But there is a kind of feelings, it is not love, just want to watch quietly, time is like water, seeing you well, is enough.

So don't need to say goodbye, don't need to see you again, maybe in the memory of Lu girl, there is only a passer-by, with a mustache, the name does not know.

......

At the end of the breakfast time, Yuanzhou took out a new menu and placed it with the card.

"I don't know what it is for." Yuanzhou took the card and looked at it again.

Inviting people to eat, this is really a problem for Yuanzhou, please who is good, this problem he did not think.

Then Yuanzhou thought of an important question: "System, is this the person who invited the card to pay the other party or not?"

The system reads: "It is the same as other diners."

"That's good." Yuanzhou breathed a sigh of relief, and it would be bad if he ate white and white.

The door of Yuanzhou Xiaodian was wide open, and people walked into the outside, not others, it was Wuhai.

"What are you looking at?" Wuhai looks normal.

"Nothing." Yuanzhou did not trace the card, but did not close the menu.

"Hey, is this a menu?" Wuhai said with a menu unbelievable.

"Well, there will be at noon." Yuanzhou nodded.

"Your menu doesn't look too simple. This paper is very good." Wuhai said, picking up the thin paper.

"Of course." Yuanzhou has nodded of course.

"Do you paint it yourself?" Wu Hai carefully looked at the lotus pattern above, and said with amazement.

"No." Yuanzhou directly denied that he would not draw a joke.

"This painting is not machine-printed." Wuhai's eyes are very good.

"And this word is also very good." Although Wuhai does not know the word, but the word is the same art, good or bad can still be seen.

"This shop must be a boutique." Yuanzhou said seriously.

"Amount..." Wuhai was shackled.

"What happened so early?" Yuanzhou shifted the topic.

"You guess." Wuhai suddenly said in a serious way.

"Do not guess." Yuanzhou was speechless and refused directly.

"I want to hang a picture of you here." Wuhai did not ridicule too much, but directly said the purpose.

"Why." Yuanzhou decided to look at Wuhai, a strange look.

"Appropriate." Wuhai did not say the reason.

"Yes, except for the price list, and the ceiling." Yuanzhou pointed to these two places and said seriously.

"You don't let me hang here because I am afraid that others will not see the price list?" Wu Hai said with a look of suspicion.

"No, can't block the price list." Yuanzhou did not answer.

"Then I am hanging on this side?" Wu Hai said on the edge of the price list.

"No, it affects the overall taste of the store." Yuanzhou said firmly.

"Oh, then here." Wuhai was too lazy to argue about the value of this painting.

Directly pointing to the opposite side of the cherry shrimp wall scene, the location of the painting is determined.

This painting is naturally the copy of the "Crowd of All Lives" that has already been sold. Wu Hai thought about it and was not reconciled. He rushed to redeem the painting last night. Of course, Zheng Jiawei had not received the news at this time.

Wuhai took out the painting, and the name of the blank space above became "Small Shops". The name "Crowd of All Lives" was originally proposed by Zheng Jiawei, but Wuhai always felt that it was not suitable, and he did not draw any more.

Until I returned to the Yuanzhou store, Wuhai was able to flash the light and wrote the name directly, feeling more suitable for this painting.

"The painting is very good." Yuanzhou looked at Wuhai to take out the painting, sincerely said.

"Yeah." Wu Hai looked at the painting, his face was very gentle, just like facing his own child.

"Hang up." Yuanzhou and Wuhai jointly picked up the oil painting and prepared to hang it on the wall.

When the painting was hung up, the store had a little more aura in the blink of an eye, and it looked more chic and more warm.

"Sure enough, it is hanging here." Wuhai clap his hands and said generously.

As for the indiscriminate bombing of Zheng Jiawei, that is the future.

"Yeah." Yuanzhou nodded.

......

During the lunchtime of the day, everyone first noticed the newly-hanged paintings. The familiar diners found their own figure inside, and the first time they came, they would also unconsciously bring in the characters.

This painting seems to have magic power, so that diners feel better in Yuanzhou store.

"Sure enough, it is a master." Even the grandfather who came to eat at noon could not help but say.

"I remember that you have sold this painting." Ling Hong asked with a puzzled look.

"No, rumor." Wuhai said resolutely.

"Sell a few million, do you say rumors? Your agent is going to cry." Ling Hong's face was gloating.

"No, he agrees very much." Wu Hai's face is taken for granted.

When Wu Hai and Ling Hong argued, the old man first discovered the new menu of Yuanzhou and exclaimed.

"Hey, is this what? Is it a menu?"

Ps: The dish is too dishy, ​​but it hasn't been written yet, but it will continue to work hard. It is a bit late, so don't give up. (To be continued.)