Chapter 383 The Fallen 'Artist'

Wu Tao nodded, and started to circle around Qiu Xiaotian's painting booth...

An easel, two stools, some drawing paper.

This is all of Qiu Xiaotian's belongings. In addition, even the lights are from the afterglow of the night market.

It's really shabby. No, it's extremely shabby.

But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that with Qiu Xiaotian's temperament, his art booth should not appear here at all.

Next to it was a peddler selling pirated discs. Ding Tiantian’s brave pirated discs were so popular that the aunt who counted the money grinned. vulgar!

Next to it was a car stall selling trinkets, and the owner of the stall was a young man, who caught the plump aunt and praised her for a while, just to get her to sell more pairs of earrings. Too vulgar!

Next to it is a book stand, not to mention pirated books, and occasionally some pornographic books for sale. Every time the middle-aged stall owner sees young people coming over to browse, he recommends it grandly. Quite vulgar!

However, it is in this world of ordinary people that Qiu Xiaotian, who has always advertised himself as an artist, is actually sitting in it, painting a little fat girl.

This unscientific!

Qiu Xiaotian was overwhelmed by the two of them, so he chased them away with a guilty conscience, "You two have nothing to do, hurry up, don't affect my creative inspiration!"

As a result, the chubby girl couldn't sit still anymore, she stood up and interrupted, "Hey, is the drawing finished?"

Qiu Xiaotian immediately changed his countenance, and said with an apologetic smile: "There is still a little work on the clothes..."

The chubby girl glanced at it, waved her big hand, and conjured up two dollars: "Okay, give me the painting."

"That's it~" Qiu Xiaotian reached out to pick it up consciously, but when he thought that Wu Tao and An Rong were watching, he hesitated for a moment, and finally took the two steel jumpers, and then finished the picture scroll and handed it over to Weibo. The fat girl held it in her hand and watched it go far away.

This is embarrassing.

At least Qiu Xiaotian's self-justified rhetoric is self-defeating.

But he wasn't in any embarrassment at the moment. He sat down and touched the cigarette, but it turned out to be empty.

So An Rong calmly walked over, sat down on the pony and said, "Teacher Qiu, draw two pictures for me too."

Qiu Xiaotian threw away the empty cigarette case, picked up the pencil, narrowed his eyes with a smoky arc, and was about to draw.

Unexpectedly, Wu Tao simply pulled An Rong up and said, "What kind of painting do you want to paint? Help Teacher Qiu close the stall, and go to see Mrs. Shi..."

"Okay, okay!" An Rong immediately cheered, picked up the ponytail, and went to collect Qiu Xiaotian's easel.

Qiu Xiaotian was still waiting to stop him, but when he opened his mouth, he felt powerless to speak.

In the end, they were pulled into the car by two people.

Enter Pajero.

Qiu Xiaotian didn't intend to speak, but just twitched his fingers lightly, accompanied by slight movements of his lips.

This is a sign of smoking addiction.

In the previous life, Wu Tao often saw his father Wu Binghua behave like this, so he knew it clearly.

However, Qiu Xiaotian used to pay more attention to one person and lived a carefree life. He never took such mundane things as cigarettes seriously.

Now that he has even learned to smoke, it seems that there are many stories here.

"Uncle Zhuang, where are your cigarettes?"

Song Zhuang took out a pack of Yipinmei, which he had just unpacked. Wu Tao touched it and threw it to Qiu Xiaotian who was on the passenger seat.

Qiu Xiaotian took it, took out one, touched the lighter on the bridge, and put it on skillfully.

The car was very quiet. An Rong, who always hated the smell of cigarettes, didn't say anything, but just held Wu Tao's arm very tightly.

Wu Tao knew that this was his nervous and concerned reaction.

Song Zhuang asked without looking back, "Boss, where are you going?"

"Turn around casually, wait for him to speak." Wu Tao is also straightforward.

Since you want to hear the story, you must be patient. But tonight, Wu Tao had plenty of patience.

After smoking two cigarettes in a row, Qiu Xiaotian finally calmed down, told Song Zhuang the name of the location, and then returned the remaining cigarettes to him.

Song Zhuang waved his hand and said, "Take it, I have plenty."

"Uncle Zhuang, you go ahead, he has no chance to smoke again in the future." Wu Tao said this, expressing that he will take care of today's matter.

Qiu Xiaotian smiled, and there was some misery in his eyes.

A man, as long as he is not so anxious that he is helpless and undoubtedly resolved, he will not habitually use the smell of tobacco to numb himself.

Wu Tao began to be a little curious, what kind of accident happened that made him become like this.

The car went straight to the east of the city. At that time, there was no concept of a village in the city, because many places were full of self-built low-rise shantytowns and small buildings, and they surrounded the few tall buildings and mansions.

This is especially true in the old city of Beijiang.

Where Pajero stopped was by a stinking river ditch. On the other side of the ditch is the towering chimney of the Beijiang Glass Factory, under the clear starry night sky, like a villain with teeth and claws.

Obviously living here is not a pleasant thing.

And with Qiu Xiaotian's family background, it is even more inconceivable that a newlywed should actually live here.

Passing through the criss-crossing alleys and enduring the dirty ground where the sewage flowed, the three of them quickly came to the door of a small courtyard on the second floor.

Qiu Xiaotian knocked on the door, and soon there was the sound of a woman's hurried footsteps.

The door opened, revealing a pretty face of a woman in her early twenties, with happiness flowing in her dimples, "Xiaotian, are you back?"

At this moment, seeing this face, Wu Tao dispelled some thoughts and felt relieved.

At least Qiu Xiaotian was not forced by his wife to think of ways to make money. Otherwise, it would be really hard for an upright official to decide on housework, and I could only come here for nothing tonight.

Qiu Xiaotian pointed at Wu Tao and the two, "Manman, you two...friends."

The woman named Manman quickly opened the door wide, revealing a somewhat bloated figure, "Come in and sit down!"

"Sister Man, excuse me." Wu Tao apologized and followed the two into the courtyard.

"It's okay, as long as you don't dislike it!" The woman named Manman was full of simplicity, even a little silly. It's just that her stupidity is different from Ding Tiantian's.

She is a rustic fool, while Ding Tiantian is a pampered fool.

"You go in and sit down, and I'll pour water for you."

Qiu Xiaotian stopped his woman, "Let me come, you are inconvenient."

Standing in a small courtyard, it is more appropriate to call it a patio than a small courtyard, covering seven or eight square meters to the sky. Looking up at the sky is like looking at the wellhead.

An Rong didn't look at the sky, but touched the woman's belly and said, "Sister Man, how many months?"

The woman rubbed her belly happily, "It's 8 months, and it will be born in a few weeks."

Wu Tao was slightly taken aback, Qiu Xiaotian had only been married for less than half a year, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "Is this Teacher Qiu's child?"

If not, then tonight this story is a bit exciting.

After all, a prodigal son like Qiu Xiaotian would like to be a father sometimes. So Wu Tao asked this question with a smile, more precisely, it was a joke.

"Of course!" The woman suddenly said loudly, with a serious look on her face.

Wu Tao suddenly regretted his joking words, very regretful.

The woman didn't blame him, but said to herself: "It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, Xiaotian wouldn't have broken up with the child's grandpa, so that it got into such a difficult situation..."

"Now the child is about to be born, and I can't see my grandparents, what should I do..."

Qiu Xiaotian came over with water, and said firmly: "They will never see each other again, I can support you two!"

The two people's words are not on the same channel at all, but Wu Tao can at least be sure that Qiu Xiaotian's persistence is right.

For such a woman, even if she falls from an artist to an ordinary husband, so what?

At least, worth it!

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