Su Jiuyao was stunned for a moment: "That's all you want to ask?"

"Yes, answer my question first, and then talk about the dog."

Seeing that Gu Hanye was serious and seemed to mind this matter, Su Jiuyao sat up a little bit, and told him in detail that just now in the ward, Xiao Jun asked her if Uncle Wei told her about it last night. A lot of words have been said.

She said to Xiao Jun: Uncle Wei said that you have many specialties, and you have a very high talent for painting since you were a child. A painting you painted when you were five years old was auctioned for 100 million pounds.

Hearing this, Gu Hanye snorted and interrupted her: "Listen to that old man."

Seeing his awkwardness, Su Jiuyao wanted to laugh, "Do you still want to listen?"

"Listen, go on."

Su Jiuyao went on to say that after Xiao Jun listened to it, he also laughed at himself, saying that he was very talented. At that time, there were many people who flattered his father, and those people praised Xiao Jun when they saw him.

At first I praised him for being cute, but I couldn’t always praise him for being cute. If I wanted to say something new, I didn’t know what to praise, so I praised his paintings.

And those people not only praised his paintings, but also bought his paintings.

The one that was auctioned for 100 million pounds was actually the cat at home who jumped on the desk, stepped on the oil paint, and then stepped on a canvas on the floor, so it was not painted by him at all, it was stepped on by the cat.

As for the buyer, he was just a business partner who wanted to curry favor with his father. He bought his paintings just to please his father.

At that time, Xiao Jun was young and didn't like to talk, but he liked to hide behind the stairs and observe the guests who came to the house. He found that some people were full of lies, which was very funny.

When others talked about his talent in painting, his father was so proud that he simply let him paint impromptuly in front of people. Xiao Jun was very upset and didn't know what to paint, so he just drew the feces of the cat at home.

As a result, people in that room praised the painting to the sky. Some said that he was an abstract artist, and some said that they had seen a painting like this by a certain master, but it was not as good as his painting. One of the chocolates he had eaten was so similar that he could smell the chocolate even on the canvas.

My father said with a smile, just praise him!Then his father asked him, what exactly did Ah Jun draw?

He said: It's just cat shit.

The father smiled awkwardly and asked him why he drew this?

He couldn't answer it, and he didn't dare to say it.

The people in the room helped him out, saying that cat poop is also very good at drawing, no one has ever been able to draw a pile of poop so cutely and vividly...

Xiao Jun has heard such flattery since he was a child, so he has seen so many people. In the end, he still likes his cat the most. Unfortunately, that cat died of illness when he was young.

He also said that in fact, he knew that his painting was not very good, and he didn't have any talent in painting. It was because he didn't want to talk to people, so he locked himself in the studio for a whole day, but he couldn't paint well. Less sketching, and laying down the basic skills.

Gu Hanye nodded slightly, "He is honest, he even told you these things."

Su Jiuyao nodded again and again: "And I didn't expect him to be so good at talking."

Gu Hanye narrowed his eyes: "So we hit it off?"

Su Jiuyao quickly shook her head, changed the subject quickly, and said, "Anyway, I just heard him say that those people praised the cat's feces to the sky, so I couldn't help laughing because I thought it was funny. Then I thought of our Xiaobai , thinking about whether to let Xiaobai also step on a painting, and test those who come to visit you, who is real and who is full of hypocrisy. "

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