Chapter 235

His inquiry came suddenly, so that Xia Chun almost dropped the chopsticks between his fingers on the table.

What does that mean? Is it difficult... Qi Yunzhe found that she began to draw again?

At the thought of this possibility, Xia Chun was flustered. She hurriedly comforted herself. Don't panic. He might want to ask something else.

According to Qi Yunzhe's temperament, if he knew he was secretly painting every day, he would be furious.

It's impossible to talk to her calmly like this, so she'd better not scare herself.

Xia Chunzhen settled down and said with a smile, "do you think I have anything to tell you?"

Xia Chun asks Qi Yunzhe intelligently, hoping to muddle through.

Qi Yunzhe glanced at her, and all her looks were immediately panoramic. Xia Chun was not good at talking. He could see that Xia Chun was nervous.

Her nervousness and negative answer made Qi Yunzhe more curious about what she was doing every day.

"You've made up your mind and don't want to confess to me." Qi Yunzhe looked slightly frozen and pretended to be serious.

Seeing him like this, Xia Chun's back is even colder. He is not sure whether Qi Yunzhe really knows or is bombing her.

However, she did make up her mind not to say anything about painting.

That's one of her few hobbies and strengths. Xia Chun doesn't want to give up. She doesn't want to do nothing, but also wants to work and rely on herself.

Xia Chun got up slightly, took a spoon and filled the soup, and then put it in front of Qi Yunzhe. "I don't know what you want me to say. Drink the soup."

You'd better shut his mouth so that he doesn't ask questions.

It seemed that he saw Xia Chun's intention. Qi Yunzhe snorted contemptuously. However, he was very honest. He picked up the bowl and drank the soup.

He saw it. Xia Chun didn't want to tell him that he had already restrained his original temper and wouldn't get angry with her.

At least, she just shut up and didn't lie to him.

"Xia Chun, I warn you not to do anything that annoys you."

He doesn't want to investigate, which doesn't mean he can't find out. If he knows, what Xia Chun has done has violated his bottom line.

No matter how he feels about Xia Chun, he will still get angry.

Xia Chun's hand shook involuntarily for fear that Qi Yunzhe would see her embarrassment. She quickly stabilized her arm, pretended not to hear, and ate skillfully.

A storm, in Xia Chun's foolishness, passed quietly.

Because she was worried that Qi Yunzhe would find out something, Xia Chun stayed at home these two days and didn't go to art street.

However, after a long time, Qi Yunzhe never mentioned it again, and Xia Chun couldn't bear the heart he wanted to draw again.

So she quietly went to the art street. She liked the atmosphere here. It was vibrant, romantic and poetic.

Here, Xia Chun feels that her inspiration has been opened.

She likes to look at people passing by and associate the stories behind them according to their clothes, expressions and even walking speed.

Then, on the drawing board, draw what she thinks is the most interesting scene.

Most of the people who come here are people who go shopping. Xia Chun can sell one painting in a few days on average.

The price is very reasonable. It should be calculated according to the time she painted.

Sometimes lovers come and ask her to draw a portrait, and she doesn't refuse to come and enjoys it.

"How about drawing a portrait for me, miss?"

Xia Chun, who was painting, suddenly heard a familiar voice in her ear. The brush in her hand trembled and looked up. It was indeed a familiar face.

"Song Jin, how did you know I was here?" Xia Chun asked pleasantly.

It's a secret that she came here to paint. She never told anyone about it, including Gu Sinian and Song Jin.

Xia Chun just wants to draw quietly and rely on her own ability. She's afraid that after they know, they will ask her to buy paintings at three or five times.

"It's a secret." Song Jin smiled and always liked to tease her.

Xia Chun suddenly thought that Song Jin and Qi Yunzhe have cooperation. At the moment, Song Jin is here. Shouldn't... Qi Yunzhe also come?

Thinking of this, Xia Chun immediately began to scan around vigilantly. Recently, she deliberately took a straw hat for fear of being accidentally bumped into by Qi Yunzhe.

At present, Xia Chun lowered the brim of her hat and looked left and right until she confirmed that there was no shadow of Qi Yunzhe around.

Song Jin looked at her and felt funny. Suddenly, he smiled even more, "you look like a thief. What are you looking for?"

"This is also a secret." Xia Chun answered Song Jin in a similar way.

"Yo, Xiao Xiachun, OK, she's learning from me." Song Jin was amused by her and reached out to pinch her little face. It's tender and feels great.

He was reluctant to let go, so he ravaged Xia Chun's face more wantonly.

I haven't seen her for such a long time. She has gained some weight, not as skinny as before, and her spirit is much better.

"Let go!" Xia Chun was so angry that Jiao drank.

The passers-by was startled when they heard the sound. Seeing the appearance of Xia Chun and Song Jin, they said bitterly, "show your love and die quickly."

After saying that, the man may be afraid that Song Jin would get angry, so he left quickly.

Who knows, Song Jin was in a good mood when he heard this. Someone said they looked loving.

His smile was bright and dazzling. He held Xia Chun's face in his hands and stared, "let me see. Well, it seems that Qi Yunzhe raised you well."

The two of them seemed more intimate. Xia Chun hurriedly pushed him away and saved his painful little face.

"Come on, what are you doing here?" Xia Chun asked.

Song Jin stood beside her, very considerate on the sunny side. His shadow could just help her block the scorching sun.

"Of course, he came to see you and draw a portrait for me." he didn't lie. He deliberately asked someone to check Xia Chun's whereabouts and knew that she would come here every day.

It happened that when he was free today, he came to see her. Seeing that her painting was good, he had the impulse to let her paint a portrait for himself.

Imagine her eyes staring at him, and then carefully sketching his outline, facial features and that scene on the drawing board. It must be wonderful.

Xia Chun doesn't know which of his words is true or false. She also wants to draw. At the moment, she doesn't have business.

Since Song Jin wanted a portrait, Xia Chun satisfied him.

"Then sit down and I'll draw for you." Xia Chun casually took out the small stool she had prepared for the guests and handed it to Song Jin.

"Can't you stand?" if he sat down, the sun would hit her.