Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Xiao Jun took it and praised: "It's very beautiful."

She happily put the small bowl on the shelf next to it, "When it dries, you can put it in the porch, put keys and so on."

Xiao Jun smiled, she was thoughtful, even thought of the purpose.

If she is an artist, she must be a pragmatist.

After she put the small bowl away, she came back to clean up the mud on the turntable and kneaded the unused mud balls again.

Xiao Jun's hand also covered the back of her hand again, kneading the lump of mud together with her, and finally intertwined his fingers, and he held her hand.

She lowered her head and huddled in his arms, Xiao Jun tightened his arms to prevent her from moving, and then put his chin on her shoulder.

"Have you learned this before?"

She nodded and said that she learned from an old man who made pottery in the village, how to play in the mud while herding sheep, and how sad she was after the old man passed away.

When she spoke, their fingers were not separated, Xiao Jun twisted her fingers unconsciously.

It's already such an intimate gesture, he doesn't believe that Ruomu doesn't understand his thoughts, and as long as she gives a little response, Xiao Jun will carry her back to the room.

But she kept her body stiff and didn't dare to move her fingers.

Xiao Jun sighed secretly, let go of her hand, thinking to take his time, he became impatient again.

He stood up, walked to the shelf where he put the pottery, and randomly picked up a finished product he had made before.

"How do you like this?"

It was a cylindrical vase. After it was formed, he used a carving knife to modify the body of the bottle, but because the lump of mud was not kneaded well, and the dryness and wetness were uneven, a large piece fell off during the modification process, and the cylinder was slightly damaged. In fact, it should be thrown away, but he forgot later.

She stood up, took a look at the vase, and pursed her lower lip, showing embarrassment, as if she didn't know how to comment.

"Just tell the truth."

"Very... artistic."

Xiao Jun smiled: "Do you use this word to describe everything you are embarrassed to criticize?"

She said awkwardly: "Don't test me, I really don't understand art, so I can't judge your works randomly."

"Artwork doesn't exist to be incomprehensible. To be honest, no compliments are allowed," he said in a more stern tone, "I don't like people who compliment me."

"Okay," she pondered for two seconds, and said, "The wall of this bottle is uneven, the bottom of the bottle is crooked, and there is a gap. It seems to be caused by the uneven humidity of the mud. You can see that there are cracks here. This kind cannot be fired in a kiln, and it will crack when fired..."

Her evaluation was very professional and merciless, but Xiao Jun felt that she was already paying attention to her words, in order to save him some face.

"Then if you were to spend money to buy it, how much would you spend?"

Ruomu smiled: "I'm not stupid, why buy this..."

Xiao Jun laughed, "It's worth nothing?"

She said awkwardly, "The little bowl I made myself can be sold for ten yuan. As for yours, it doesn't look good at home, and it's useless. Anyway, I won't buy it..."

To be honest, no one has criticized Xiao Jun's works so much.

Before he became famous, others looked at his father's face, or in order to curry favor with his father, he praised his works to the sky.

After becoming famous, all his works, whether it is painting or sculpture, which he is not good at, will be blindly sought after by some people.

He has almost never met someone as outspoken as Ruomu.

The girl criticized the bottle he made as worthless. Although he was not angry, he felt a little bit humiliated. A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he said to her, "I plan to sell it tomorrow."

"No one will really buy it..."

"We can give it a try. Anyway, we don't sell much, so how about [-]?"

She sneered, and quickly held back, "Well, it's only one hundred thousand, not much."

Of course Xiao Jun heard the little girl's teasing, "Don't you believe me?"

She said frankly, "Even if you did it, I don't think it will be sold."

"Then let's make a bet, if I can sell it to 10, you promise me one thing."

"Then what if you can't sell it?"

"I'll give you one hundred thousand."

"No problem!" She answered without mentioning how fast, and then said very seriously, "But we have to agree first, even if it is less than 10 yuan."

Xiao Jun smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"You can't play tricks, find friends to buy something."

"Don't worry, don't lie."

She thought about it again, and added: "You can't say that you did it, or else others might buy your bottle because of your reputation."

Xiao Jun said in his heart, this little girl is not so heartless, she even thought of this level, but he didn't want to take advantage of his identity.

"Well, don't use my identity." He washed his hands at the sink on the balcony, then turned to ask her: "Is there anything else, do you want me to promise it in writing?"

She waved her hand and said that there was no need, because she believed that Master Xiao would be honest.

Afterwards, Xiao Jun said good night to her, walked to the door and asked her again: "You don't even ask, if I win, what will you promise?"

She waved her hand easily, "I know you can't win."

Xiao Jun smiled, "Don't speak too early."

After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave when the girl realized later and ran to the door to stop him: "What do you want me to promise?"

He glanced at her sideways: "Don't worry, it's something you can do."

After Xiao Jun left, Ruomu washed his hands and lay down on the small bed again.

Then he raised his hands in front of his eyes, and looked at his own hands by the moonlight. He was making pottery vases with him just now, and he touched her hands over and over again. Are her hands so good?Ruomu smirked for a while.

Then he remembered the thing about him boasting about selling broken pottery vases. The young master is really whimsical, he has no life experience, who would buy such a broken vase?

It seems that I have won him a hundred thousand this time.

With this money, what do you do?

I want to buy a lot of delicious food, and I also want to buy some clothes.

The clothes that Young Master Xiao gave her were more formal, but it's better to wear something casual for home when you usually go to buy groceries or go downstairs to throw out trash.

He also thought that he still owed Young Master Xiao money, so he could just use the money to settle the debt...

While thinking wildly, the phone vibrated beside the pillow.

Ruomu picked it up, it was from Xiao Jun, and it said: "Breakfast at seven o'clock tomorrow, after breakfast we will sell bottles, don't oversleep."

Ruomu quickly replied: OK, received!

After sending the message, she put her hands back to the distance, quickly closed her eyes, and concentrated on brewing sleep.

……

The next day, at 06:30 in the morning, the alarm clock rang, Ruomu opened his eyes with difficulty, thought for a while about the 10 yuan he was about to get, and finally drove away the sleepiness, and even got a little excited.

Excited but also a little apprehensive, he is so confident, can he really sell it?Is there really such a big fool?