Chapter 884

"Hello everyone, our photography exhibition is about the theme of nature. All the works are taken by our photographers..."

The narrator not far away is patiently explaining to every audience. Each picture is also endowed with a lot of meaning. Xue Xueer didn't go to join the fun. Instead, she went to other places alone and quietly watched the works on the wall.

Many times, without explanation, she can see what it contains. The things designed these days are too tired. Her brain urgently needs rest and inspiration.

So I can only carry a drawing board and pen, act as a painter who comes out to collect style, and walk around and have a look. She stopped too long in front of a long picture.

What kind of picture is that?

It's Huashan at eight o'clock in the morning. There are many pine trees standing on the edge of these steep cliffs. The most famous is the landscape of "wonderful pen and flowers". These pines, rooted in the cliffs, deeply shocked Xue Xueer's heart.

Before she recovered, a familiar voice appeared in her ear.

"Mr. Lin, how are you? Are you coming to the photography exhibition?"

Xue Xueer looked back and saw Guan Zhihan not far away. Speaking of Guan Zhihan, I only cooperated for some time before. Others, no more impression. According to Zhang Lan, he seems to have gone to do business.

Seems to be doing well.

Guan Zhihan was busy dealing with the bosses, so he didn't notice the crowd behind him. Xue Xueer didn't want to go up to say hello. She finally looked at the picture, and then left with the drawing board on her back.

Guan Zhihan didn't find out at all.

After the exhibition, she found that it had rained. She stood on the steps and didn't know where to go for a moment. Looking at the rain, it seems not small.

I'm afraid I can't go back if it goes down again. She still has a drawing board on her back. It's always difficult for her to stay in the art museum. Just as she hesitated, an umbrella suddenly appeared on her head.

Covered most naughty raindrops.

"Ouyang..."

"It's raining. I happened to pass by here. Let me take you back."

Although they borrowed money, the embarrassing atmosphere between Xue Xueer and Ouyang Qing'an didn't dissipate. So she shook her head and refused Ouyang Qingan's kindness.

"No, there's a bus stop over there. I'll just walk there when the rain is light."

Despite what she said, Ouyang Qing'an stubbornly refused to go. He stood there clutching the handle of his umbrella, pursed his lips and said nothing. His eyes still fell on her.

When she couldn't stand it, she had to relax: "please take me to the bus stop."

The two of them walked along the path and tried to avoid the coming and going vehicles. In order to take care of Xue Xueer's skirt, they also tried to avoid the small pool.

Xue Xueer didn't get caught in the rain. As for Ouyang Qing'an, half of his shoulders were wet by the intermittent rain. Fortunately, it was a dark suit, and soon there was no trace.

When she got to the bus stop, Xue Xueer found the trace on his shoulder.

"Why are your shoulders wet?"

"It won't get in the way."

Xue Xueer doesn't know how to face him anymore. She doesn't feel sad. It's false. But she couldn't make up. Didn't she make all this herself?

Ouyang Qing'an was worried that she was not safe alone, so he specially waited here with her. While waiting for the bus, he racked his brains to find a topic to chat with Xue Xueer: "how's your second uncle?"

"Well, I've been discharged from the hospital and recovered well. The doctor said it should be no problem to keep well."

That's good.

Ouyang Qing'an's money is worth it.

Xue Xueer seemed to think of something, so she anxiously added: "don't worry, I'll give you the money back. I won't owe you!"

"I'm not in a hurry. Just bring it to me when you're free."