Chapter 552

Those mouthfuls of sour plum soup made her feel less uncomfortable and more sober than before. She looked at the painting hanging at the end, which was a landscape painting.

That landscape painting was copied by Su Xia a long time ago. She had seen it before in Gu's family. It was hung on the wall by Gu Jinnian at that time. But... Gu's family was burned by a fire. I never thought that this painting was preserved intact.

But I don't know when it was framed here.

When the waiter comes with the things, she looks at Su Xia's eyes on the painting. She puts the things in front of the table for Su Xia. It seems very good that some guests will come to see the painting. Because it's very low-key, and it's not a work copied by the master, it also leads to little popularity.

In addition, it's also a place to eat, so there are not many people stopping to look at a painting. But the woman's eyes have been staring at it. She looked at the painting and explained, "this painting was sent by Mr. Gu to commemorate his first meeting with Mrs. Gu here."

"I heard that Mr. Gu and Mrs. Gu met in our shop before."

Where we met.

Even Shen Qiao heard it for the first time.

She frowned, as if a picture suddenly flashed into her mind. It was a rainy day, in which a man and a woman appeared.

The woman's back is familiar. She is wearing a simple dress, with a ponytail. Her legs are slender and long. Her fingers hold the umbrella tightly. At this moment, the rain is pouring down, and the raindrops fall on the surface of the umbrella.

Ticking from the surface of the umbrella fell to the ground, the water on the ground at this time has no time to flow, sewer rustling noise.

That pair of white sports shoes stepped on the rain water, has been gradually wet, "Anyue, my grandfather said that if the rain on the ground has blisters, it will last a long time."

"You didn't have breakfast when you came to school in the morning, did you?" She was holding an umbrella to block the raindrops. Her clothes were wet, but she still leaned the umbrella on the man's side. It was clear that the man was walking very fast and her legs couldn't keep up.

But I still tried my best to catch up with him. I seem to be very happy. I seem to be used to his attitude. "Anyue, I heard that this school snack bar is delicious. I don't know how long it will take to line up every day. We'll come early today, or we'll eat here!"

"Su Xia, can you stop following me? I'm so upset!"

The irascible voice came from under the umbrella. She was obviously frightened by the roar. She stared at him with round eyes. "I'm just afraid you'll be hungry. I want to invite you to breakfast."

"No, Susha. I feel sick because you pester me. Do you think I have an appetite for breakfast?"

The woman's face froze. Su Xia seemed to see the tears in the corner of her eyes. She felt a twinge in her heart. "I'm sorry, Anyue. I'm wrong."

"Get out of here."

Then the man grabs her umbrella, pushes her hard and falls to the ground uncontrollably.

It rained heavily. That spring morning, because of the continuous drizzle, it was very late. At the moment, the light still kept the original light, so she threw herself into the pool.

The people who were standing there eating all saw it. After all, there was a man lying there all of a sudden, which was very attractive.

Su Xia's eyes are hazy. She can't see clearly the environment in front of her. She just feels that she has done so much. Why doesn't an Yue like her?

All of a sudden, an umbrella appeared in front of her. She only looked at the light in front of her. What appeared in front of her was a pair of shoes.

……

"May I have a look?" All of a sudden, those pictures disappeared in front of her eyes. I don't know why she heard that sentence, which made her feel uneasy.

Is this Anyue the Anyue Gu Jinnian said?

And this one, she?

Her eyes are anxiously staring at the painting, because it's a little far away. In fact, she doesn't see it very clearly. She only looks at the ink of the thick ink mark, which is not skilled.

The feeling of painting is also very empty, inspiration is very empty.

On this medium-sized paper, it seems that there is no deep meaning. It's just a simple copy. Even the most original painting method can't be found in that painting.

When it comes to painting, Su Xia studied painting on the island for a while. At that time, because she was bored at home, she began to want to learn painting.

But after learning the theoretical knowledge, she felt that she was too general and eager to write. At that time, the teacher told him to learn theory first and not to worry about other things. After all, nothing was accomplished in a few days, let alone painting.

But she insisted on writing, and the teacher had no choice but to let her draw, but when she really picked up the pen, she couldn't draw a picture. However, she felt as if she had not learned anything, so she gave up in such a hurry and had no interest.

"Yes, but it's better not to reach out and touch it. Master Gu has taken care of it."

The woman smiles like a thrush, "thank you."

Su Xia gets up, "Shen Qiao, I go to have a look, you eat first."

"Well, let's go --!"

Su Xia gets Shen Qiao's smile and walks over. Her eyes are a little short-sighted. Now she comes to her and finally gets the whole picture into her eyes.

She doesn't appreciate the painting, but this painting makes her suddenly flash a picture, a familiar picture, but soon disappeared.

Until she looked at the blank space on the screen and wrote a sentence.

The font was very scribbled. In fact, she couldn't see what was written. A series of words seemed to be deliberately trying to hide some secrets, but she didn't know why.

——Summer love

Susha.

Gu Jinnian?

But not long after, a group of people came from the door. When Susha heard the commotion, she was already surrounded by people, all around one person.

The surrounding people were immediately scared because of this group of people. Even the boss came out in person. If I had seen a big scene, I had never seen such a stiff intrusion.

The first man soon found Shen Qiao's figure and stood there respectfully, "madam, I'm waiting for you at home. I'm very angry to know that you are running away from home alone. You'd better go back with us --"

Shen Qiao drank sour plum soup unnaturally. In fact, she didn't like this feeling. She seemed to be controlled all the time. "I just want to chat with my friends."