C13

After a while, Huo Lianqing ran down the stairs. She had changed into a light green color, and her hair was tied behind her back to beat against her smooth neck. She wore the pair of earrings that Ambowen had given her, and the bright green knee-length skirt that made her look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old student, but it did not lose the charm of a mature woman.

Her face was still lightly made up, but there was a faint layer of powder on it. What was different about her was that she had drawn a faint pink eye shadow on her face. "Her charm was so great that it was even more obvious that she had the charm of a little woman. Just looking at her would cause one to think of that poem." "If you want to make the West Lake more beautiful than the West Lake, it is always appropriate to wear thick makeup."

She stood on the stairs and smiled at him like a flower that had just bloomed. He didn't use the driver, but drove his own car. It was a Porsche sports car, very eye-catching.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and he even played music. A melodious song wafts out of the CD: "From a high place to a far place, from a low place to a fleeting happiness. The spinning wheels carried me, chanced upon the pale light of moonlight, and the warning of colored signposts forbidding passage. We were light as feathers under the sky, and our eyes were blind best playmates. Or the choice of the choice of the journey. Watching a meteor crash will make everyone sad, complaining that the moon in the city is too twisted and only the sun sings. Bright corners reflected light as butterflies flew over the city's skyscrapers and blossomed. "The life awakened by it only lasted for a split-second, before the accidentally lost colors turned into dust, and the colored road signs warned against passing …"

The bright and beautiful sunlight shone through the glass window onto their faces. It was so warm that it gave people a sense of laziness and fatigue. The surrounding fields were still a dark green, with a few red and purple flowers appearing occasionally. The vast and boundless wilderness was connected to the blue sky and white clouds in the distance. It was like a painting scroll, light and distant.

Huo Lianqing looked at the vastness of the sky, and a door suddenly opened up in her heart.

"You like this kind of place too?"

he asked her, holding the wheel.

"Have you ever been to a place like this before?"

Huo Rulie said with a smile. In this way, the relationship between the two of them seemed to have grown closer as they spoke in a casual manner.

"I grew up in this kind of environment!" As soon as he stepped on the brakes, the car came to a sudden halt. Huo Lianqing looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Get out of the car. Let's walk." An Bowen said simply.

Following Li Fangyu out of the car, the two of them walked into a green vegetable patch. Facing the wind, they felt as if the air was filled with the fragrance of earth and vegetables. Huo Lianqing happened to be wearing a green dress as she stood in the middle of the green vegetable patch like a beautiful rapeseed.

Huo Lianqing seemed to have forgotten about everything else as she ran around the vegetable field to her heart's content. The wind brushed past her face and made her itch slightly. She stopped abruptly, took out her phone, and handed it to him.

"Help me take a picture, this place is so beautiful!" All sorts of postures and smiling faces were recorded on the small cell phone. They didn't get into the car until they were tired.

"Where are we going? "Who are you going to pay a visit to?"

"The studio, let's go to the studio. A very beautiful place, even more beautiful than this. "

Huo Lianqing looked at him with a puzzled expression. This kind of person, could it be that he understood art? After about half an hour of driving, a grand house appeared in front of them. It was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and on one side was a green field. The scenery was really beautiful. It was like the heavens above the earth.

An Bowen parked the car outside and got out with Huo Rulie. After the doorbell rang for a while, the sound of a door being locked came from inside. The door opened and a middle-aged woman walked out. He was dressed in a black velvet cheongsam, his body did not look bloated at all, his hair was tied neatly behind his back, and his face looked very young. Therefore, it was impossible to tell how old she was. She was only dressed according to her attire, and should already be over 40 years old.

"Hello, long time no see. I thought you left again. " The middle-aged woman wrapped her arms around his waist and patted him on the back.

"I'm old now, and I can't walk. I can only stay here and draw my picture."

Huo Lianqing opened her eyes wide. What was the relationship between the two of them? Couple? Surely not... While Huo Lianqing was still in a daze, he was pulled over by An Bowen.

"Lianqing, this is Zhuang Zhou, my good friend. She's a famous painter, and I'll show you her studio later. "

Only then did Huo Lianqing realize that they were old friends. It was inconceivable that someone like Ann Bowen would befriend such an artist. Huo Lianqing was pulled inside by An Bowen. Zhuang Zhou seemed to live alone, busily preparing tea for them as soon as he entered.

Umbo pulled Huo Lianqing into her studio. There were paintings everywhere, and they wandered around the studio for a long time. Huo Lianqing had never known anything about art. He explained to her the meaning and origins of each painting. He explained it well, explained it perfectly, and bestowed every painting with such a beautiful soul. Huo Lianqing was mesmerized by what he was saying. She slowly leaned on his shoulder as she listened to what he was saying. It seemed like a story, a beautiful and beautiful story. The vicissitudes of life, the sea dried up and torn up were all written in this painting, and he could read every single one of them with such elegance and beauty.

As he spoke, he felt the light breaths of the person beside him. He turned around and saw that Huo Lianqing had fallen asleep against his body. Perhaps because he was too tired from running away, Umbo picked up her phone and slowly flipped through the photos he had taken earlier. They were all very beautiful and moving.

He had an idea just now: he should show it to Zhuang Zhou and have him draw one or two pictures of her. She would definitely paint her more beautifully. He just looked at her. She was sleeping like a baby, with a little red face and a little smile on her lips. Her long, curly eyelashes covered her eyes. They were like two small palms covering her face, making her seem even more adorable. Her lips slightly pouted, as if she was a spoiled child.

She mumbled something under her breath and leaned against his shoulder again. An Bowen wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms, but that gentle action seemed to have woken her up. Huo Lianqing gave a soft 'En' sound and opened her eyes.

Ye Zichen rubbed his drowsy sleep as he looked at Ann Bowen beside him. This man was unexpectedly gentle at this moment, and it was as if her heart was tightly tangled up by something. Ye Zichen looked at him in a daze, and only managed to react after a long while.

"Did I fall asleep?"

An Bowen smiled and said somewhat mischievously.

"I can't believe I can't sleep while listening to someone else?"

Huo Lianqing felt a little embarrassed as she blinked her eyes playfully.

"No!" "I think it was because I was tired from running just now. As soon as I calmed down, I fell asleep while listening."

He stood up.

"Let's go out and have a cup of tea."

Huo Lianqing nodded and stood up. As if she had been sitting for too long and her legs had lost their strength, she immediately fell to the ground. Huo Lian's body trembled slightly as she felt a pair of large hands tightly wrap around her waist.

He picked her up and threw her into a wide, warm embrace, feeling the air around her warm up. An Bowen's face was filled with a devilish smile. More accurately, it was the allure of a devilish charm. Huo Lianqing felt her heart involuntarily beat faster. It was as if this scene was the truest and truest. It was truly a pity. It was truly the image of Ambrose. At this moment, they were completely immersed in it.

Their gazes met, filled with tender affection. The door was suddenly opened.

"Come out and drink …" "Tea."

Zhuang Zhou stepped into the room, and seeing this, he quickly retreated.

"Sorry, you guys continue. I won't disturb you any longer."

There was a bit of warmth on her face as she breathed. At this moment, her face was a faint pink, as if it was formed from a dense layer of hot air, as if she was a ripe peach that was tender and glistening. An Bowen slightly frowned his brows a little. He then softly leaned close to her ear.

"Let's go out. The tea will be cold in a while." Like a magic spell, Huo Lianqing slowly retreated. She took a deep breath and regained her calm.