I am a wandering painter, making a living by painting in Shahewan. I like to draw some pictures to the passing guests at midnight. As for the money, I give them as they please. I come and go, I have a little fame here, people often say that my paintings can be fake. More and more people came to me to paint, but I started to encounter some strange things.

This starts with a hunched guest who came half a month ago. He came to me and said, “Could you draw me a nameplate with the logo of the LV bag.” He shivered and took out 1 yuan from the bag, and I started to paint seriously. It was originally a business that I didn’t care about, but the next morning, a paper bag burned to the dead was thrown at the door of my house, with the LV nameplate I painted on it. Obviously, it was made by the hunched man. Although I don’t care, I really don’t understand what this means.
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For a few days in a row, I continued to paint in silence. The humpbacked man comes every night, sometimes with 5 cents, sometimes with a dollar, which is for me to draw some nameplate signs of famous brand goods. I have observed a man carefully. He should make money by doing coolies, and he is not good at expressing. But until the next morning, there will always be the items I painted the hunchback man burned to the dead the night before at my door, with the nameplate I painted on it.

After just one week, I decided to see what was going on. What I drew for a hunched man this day was an Apple 6S logo. Then he hurriedly closed the stall, returned home, opened the invisible camera at the door, and stared at the door motionlessly.

At this moment, a figure flickered, but not a hunched man, I came to the door curiously.

A young girl quickly walked to my door and slammed down a paper mobile phone, and said bitterly: “What I want is a brand-name mobile phone, not a mobile phone nameplate. Humph!”

I was stunned for a few minutes, seeming to understand something.

The next day, the humpbacked man came again. In addition to drawing him a BMW logo, I also offered to draw him a free picture. Although he was taken aback, he agreed. During the conversation, I knew he was a construction worker.

At night, the girl came again to throw the brand-name car that his father burned to him. But when I saw the scene of a hunchbacked man working hard on a high-rise building at the door, I stopped abruptly, and then walked away silently after a long time.

Then I never saw the hunchback man again, and the girl should have gone where she should be.