Chapter 48

Just now, it was obviously taking pictures, more likely taking pictures of her. Sheng Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows.

Not far away, the man in the mask bent his eyes, as if he had smiled at her, and then walked away to take other pictures.

Oh, it turned out to be a tourist.

Sheng Xiaoyang didn't care. She wandered along the Bank of the river. When she arrived at the dinner point, she turned into the restaurant on the bank and had a leisurely lunch. After a rest, she went on a tour of the Taibo river.

When walking on the saint Angel bridge, she saw a young man sketching. She went over and saw him painting angel statues. She stopped and watched for a while.

Seeing the young man stop painting, she stepped forward and asked, "can I borrow your tools?"

Seeing other people drawing, she became addicted to painting.

The young man turned his head and looked at her. Without much hesitation, he handed her the painting tools.

"Thank you!" Sheng Jiaoyang said thanks, and he used the young people's painting tools to draw.

A little outline appeared on the white paper. At first, she drew a little here and a little there, scattered and invisible. However, after the piecemeal was connected by her stroke, an angel statue jumped onto the paper.

At first, the young man had a dignified expression. He seemed to regret borrowing the tools. But when he saw the magic pen, his eyes widened and he was very surprised. Then he found that the other hand did not stop, but also enrich the space on the paper.

Next to the realistic angel statue, a Q version of the little angel slowly appears. It looks like a father and son. The little angel looks at the serious and rigid angel statue with his little head askew. His face is curious and ignorant, which makes the heart melt.

The young man was so surprised that his mouth was open, but he was afraid to disturb the person who was drawing. His voice reached his throat and was pressed back by him.

Finally, the simple white thin hand holding the brush moved to the lower right corner, as if to sign, the tip of the pen just to fall on the paper suddenly stopped and moved away.

"What's the matter? Why not sign? " The young man couldn't help asking. He could see that the girl who looked younger than him was a young painter with rich painting skills and old ways.

Sheng Jiaoyang crooked his head and said with a little helplessness in his tone, "a guy paid a million yuan for my pen name."

"What? Why do you do that? Are you short of money? " Young people can't understand that a talented young painter like this shouldn't be the one who buys his pen name for that money.

Because that guy is a big devil, she can't fight for the time being. She can only recognize him. But she's really short of money.

Sheng Xiaoyang smiled, put down his brush, stood up and said to the young man, "thank you for your tools. If you like this painting..."

"May I have it?" She was interrupted by a sudden noise.

Sheng Jiaoyang looks back and sees a face behind the mask. Those eyes are very beautiful. They are black as ink. The eyes are like stars. They are charming.

"I don't care. The paper is his. You should ask him." The sun is shining on the young.

The man turned to look at the young man, the voice is very sincere and said: "I really like this painting, can you give it to me? Or I'll trade it for something else. "

"I'm sorry, sir." The young man shook his head. "I like this picture too. Nothing can be exchanged for it."

"Oh, that's a great pity." Although the man said sorry, but there was no loss between the eyes and eyebrows.

The young man began to pack up his tools and prepare to leave. Before leaving, he solemnly thanked Sheng Jiaoyang. Just after seeing the whole process of painting, he felt that he had benefited a lot and felt that his mind had been opened a window.

Sheng Jiaoyang nodded and waved goodbye to the young man. She looked at the man standing next to her and turned back to the river bank.

At this time, it was nearly evening. In the white tent with the fence on the long Bank of the river, many people took their seats and began to wait for the night.

Sheng Jiaoyang also found a place near the fence to sit down, ordered a glass of wine to drink slowly, leisurely.

"May I sit here?" A familiar voice sounded on the side of the body.

Sheng Jiaoyang saw the mask man who appeared in front of her for the third time today. His eyebrows moved, his chin raised slightly, and he replied lazily, "please help yourself."

The man sat down and put the camera on the table. He took off his mask.

It's a very handsome man.

Sheng Jiaoyang looks at his eyes and then moves away.

"Are you Chinese, please?" The man suddenly asked in Mandarin.

Sheng Jiaoyang looked at him and said, "yes." She also replied in Mandarin.

"Are you Chinese?" There was some interest in the man's eyes.

"No, I'm Chinese."

Chinese Chinese is clearly divided. Chinese refers to all people of Chinese descent, while Chinese only refers to foreigners of Chinese descent. Her nationality has never changed. No matter where she eats and lives, her roots are always in China."Your Italian is very authentic." The man praised.

"You're not bad either."

"I'm Guzhou." The man said suddenly.

Sheng Jiaoyang blinked his eyes and said "Oh".

"It seems that you really don't know me." The man chuckled.

Is it normal to know him by this tone? Sheng Jiaoyang carefully looks at the man again.

"Do you have an impression?" He raised his mouth.

"No." Sheng Jiaoyang replied honestly.

"Your answer makes me wonder if you are Chinese." Seeing that she really didn't know herself, Gu Zhou couldn't help saying, "haven't you seen one of my movies?"

Movie? Hearing this, Sheng Jiaoyang seems to be a little impressed. It seems that he really heard the name "Guzhou".

At this time, the mobile phone rings. Sheng Jiaoyang turns the mobile phone out.

"Hello?"

"Xu Jiaojiao, don't play outside, come back earlier." Zhuo Yiyan's voice comes out of the mobile phone.

Sheng Xiaoyang answers and hangs up the phone.

"I'll go first." She picked up her backpack, said hello to Gu Zhou and left.

Guzhou chuckles. The first time I met a girl, I didn't even know him before I asked him to sign for a photo. This treatment hasn't been seen since he became famous.

He took out his mobile phone and watched the small video recorded before. To be honest, he didn't mean to follow others, but when he was wandering around, he met her. He happened to see her drawing and opening the video habitually. Thanks to this habit, he could save the magical scene.

It's really hard to imagine that with just one stroke, the whole plate of loose sand becomes a painting. The little angel in the back painting sublimates the whole painting and adds a vivid vitality. The angel statue is no longer just rigid and uninteresting. When you see this painting, you have infinite reverie in your mind.

He posted the video to his micro blog and wrote: "today, I met a little girl in China near the Tiber River, and was captured by her painting. I thought that if she recognized me, I could ask her to send me a painting. No one else knew me (grievance) ~

his micro blog didn't go out for a long time, and Shua Shua praised and forwarded it.".

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