Chapter 24

Now that they were in Second Sister-in-Law, it was unknown which day, the brothers would just call her sister-in-law!

She closed the newspaper and let out a long sigh. Her father's number was flashing on the screen, and she pressed it down as soon as she knew she didn't want to take it. She looked out at the gray sky and saw that it was going to rain, and she didn't have an umbrella, but she wanted to close the door and go out into the rain.

"What a coincidence." He held a stack of drawing paper in his arms and looked at her with a smile.

"Are you closing?" He looked at her anxiously. After standing there quietly for a while, he unlocked the door and said, "Come in. It's raining heavily."

She and An Jiahe got to know each other a week ago, and he accompanied his little niece to buy a zither.

But he settled on a piano on the spot and came back the next day with his easel on his back.

Jingzhi was very close to him. Furthermore, An Jiahe also liked listening to Wang Fei's songs. Three days later, he very naturally mentioned that he wanted to draw a picture for her.

And this time, he had come to show Jingwen the finished painting.

The painting was very simple. It had been changed into an oil painting on the basis of the drawing he had done last time. The light and dark lines were very beautiful, and the shadows were treated extremely well.

She loved music, he loved painting. Between the two of them, there seemed to be a faint joy of knowing each other, but no one wanted to break it.

Such a warm mood in the small space in the small, the sound is still playing the song of Wong Fei.

I'm like a chess piece

It's up to you to make a decision

I am not the only commander in your eyes

It was an unremarkable soldier

The gentle tapping of her fingers stopped, and Jingwen became depressed. It was more accurate to say that she had this kind of feeling since it had started more than a month ago.

Between her and An Jiahe, there were two cups of bitter coffee that was still steaming hot. She knew that the MOCA was cooked extremely well, and it was especially bitter, so bitter that it could pull people's nerves, but it had a unique taste. She remembered that once after dinner, she poured a cup for Meng Shaoting, and he tasted it, then casually poured it into the pond.

What was Meng Shaoting doing on such a rainy day? Will he come back? Today was her birthday.