C12 Give Him the Money

12. Give him the money

Chapter XII

This place was not a big city. It was not that open and tolerant, and there were only a few people who admitted that they were gay without saying a word. Besides, this was not something that was said on the streets. No one else might be able to hear it.

"Don't, don't be so loud. It's not good."

"Who cares about other people, I'm just asking where my family's Faang Zheng went. I haven't seen him for days." Where did he go? "

"Be quiet."

"Oh my god, you are being really careful. Didn't you say that all artists have very strong personalities? Why are you still so timid, what's wrong with that! "

Artists do not follow the normal path, too normal without personality, look at Picasso, personality, painting not many people can understand, but the price.

Fresh, he knows Picasso.

Teacher Chung didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his words. That's right, an artist should walk a path that normal people wouldn't walk.

"I really miss him too much. He ran away just because I kissed him. Where did he go? Is he rich? Is he hungry?" Artists like you are only valuable after death. It was hard for you to be alive, I know that. I was afraid he wouldn't have enough money to eat. You tell me where he went. "

Hsu Haodong's anxiety was real, and what he said was true qi.

Based on what he said, those who study painting are doomed. If they were to die, who knows who will be the one to die? Then what is the point of painting?

Teacher Chung was sentenced to death just like that. Don't even think about getting angry until you're dead.

He really didn't know how to hide anything.

Teacher Chung was speechless. He didn't know what to say next. He pushed his glasses and answered selectively in embarrassment.

"He just walked around here for a while and then left. "I don't know where."

"It's over, it's over. My wife is starving to death."

Hsu Haodong was worried to death. What should he do?

"Is there any other place he likes to go?" Or better friends? "

"Faang Zheng is used to being alone. Besides, we artists all have very unique personalities and do not like to make friends. They all nodded. "They never ask about each other's lives, and the relationship between the two is as peaceful as water."

Ye Zichen bet Hsu Haodong's words on Hsu Haodong's mouth.

"How many days does he usually go out?"

"A week? One month? He hasn't been gone for long, but his Tengyun Town is something he needs, so he will be back very soon. "

"Oh, that's right. His house is over there. Alright, since you have news of him, you can tell me. "

Hsu Haodong sighed. It was over. He did not come step by step to scare away his wife.

Ye Zichen took out his wallet, took out ten thousand yuan and handed it over to Teacher Chung.

"No need, no need, Yan is learning to draw and doesn't need money."

"This is not a tuition fee, this is the living expenses I give to my wife! What are you thinking about? "

Teacher Chung gritted his teeth. No wonder Faang Zheng wanted to beat him to death. This bastard was truly hateful. He could have killed him.

"You artists must have a way of contacting each other. If you get in touch with him, you give him the money. "I'll give you the cash, and you can transfer the money to him on WeChat. He'll have the money to spend it wherever he goes, so he won't starve to death. Thank you."

"Oh, okay."

"I'm just worried about him. I met bad people and couldn't eat well. If he needs money to borrow from you, you can lend it to him. I'll return it to you later."

Stimulating a single dog, not giving it a way out, was akin to forcefully pouring dog food into a single dog's mouth.

"Call me if you have news of him. "Thank you."

Hsu Haodong waved his hand. He had completely scared away his wife. I just want my wife to think about his parents coming home early.

Otherwise, where could he find a good wife?

Teacher Chung saw off all the children and closed the door of the studio. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Faang Zheng leaning against the window with a brush in his hand.

"Money, yours."

Teacher Chung put the money in front of Faang Zheng, Faang Zheng took a glance.

"That's all my paintings are worth?"

"The living expenses Hsu Haodong gave you, he was afraid that you would starve to death. He said that when we paint, it's not worth drawing when we're alive, but when we die, it's worth painting when we're dead. Let me transfer it to you for your living expenses. "

"Tsk."

Faang Zheng snorted.

"Ignorant."

"Ignorant and not ignorant, put it aside. Faang Zheng, he is quite bold. He doesn't hide his sexual orientation at all. He just casually asked me where you went. He's your boyfriend. This bold person was not bad. "He is a man who dares to act recklessly."

Teacher Chung pulled over a stool and sat in front of Faang Zheng. His face was full of gossip, completely unlike the artist in everyone's impression.

"Hey, Faang Zheng, although he's kind, his figure is good, and his personality is also good, why don't you consider him?"

"He has good culinary skills and is extremely patient."

Faang Zheng remained unmoved as he continued to talk about Hsu Haodong's merits.