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After Si Yun took Wen Qiao away, he kept paying attention to her emotions. Seeing the disappointment on her face, he didn't dare to ask her what happened, for fear of reminding her of something bad again.

It wasn't until the car reached a central square that Wen Qiao asked Si Yun to stop. She wanted to go for a walk.

There seemed to be a lot of people in the square, and the scene was very lively. It was a good place to relax.

Si Yun wanted to follow her after parking the car, but Wen Qiao stopped her.

"President Si, I'm sorry, I want to be alone for a while, is that okay?"

"Please don't follow me, thank you."

It was rare for Wen Qiao to be so polite to him, but under such circumstances.

Si Yun was dumbfounded, knowing that it was not easy to refute something to Wen Qiao at this time.

He nodded: "Then you go, I will stay here. When you want to go back, come here to find me."

Wen Qiao thanked her and walked into the crowd.

It's full of strangers and strangers here.But the smiles on their faces were all so happy.

The streets in foreign countries are not like Jiangcheng. This place is much more lively than Jiangcheng, and everyone's ears are full of laughter.

Of course, occasionally you can meet a few oriental faces and hear familiar dialects.

Here, no one knows her.

Wen Qiao walked slowly on the square, but she was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful street scene.

She went to a corner and found that there were many white pigeons staying here.

There are three or five people feeding them food, which looks very healing.

A little boy ran up to her, handed her a bag of food, and ran away again.

Wen Qiao watched him run to his mother, and finally waved to her with a bright smile.

After pouring out some food, Wen Qiao casually fed the white pigeon.And they are not afraid of people at all, vying for the food in her hand.

Seeing them, Wen Qiao smiled.

I really want to be like them, to be a carefree pigeon, and then fly freely in the sky.

Wen Qiao walked along a small road and saw an old man sitting on the street corner drawing a picture.

She holds a pen in her hand, bows her head, and concentrates on it.When Wen Qiao approached, he found that the old man was fascinated by the painting, without moving his hands, thinking about something.

Wen Qiao felt curious, so she also stayed there and watched for a while.

The old man's paintings are surprisingly amazing. It can be seen from the paintings that she is very professional.

Just why, she seemed dissatisfied?

"Ma'am, is there anything I can do for you?" Wen Qiao hesitated and asked in a foreign language.

Hearing the voice, the old man looked up at her, but she didn't say anything, and looked down at the painting again, frowning a little more.

Wen Qiao felt that she was making fun of herself, and was about to get up and leave when the man stopped her: "Can you draw?"

"You, are you asking me?" Wen Qiao turned around and asked uncertainly.

The old man has a bad temper: "What do you think, is there anyone else here?"

Wen Qiao smiled and stepped forward: "Yes, I just saw you frowning, did you encounter any problems, can I take a look?"

This time the old man took the initiative to stand up and give way to Wen Qiao: "I always feel that there is something missing here, and the visual difference is much worse."

She sat here all afternoon and didn't think about it. She was in a bad mood.

Originally, she didn't want to pay attention to Wen Qiao, but she was the first person to ask her if she wanted to help.

Wen Qiao looked at it for a while, then asked politely, "Can I add something to this?"

The old man raised his eyes to look at Wen Qiao, and finally nodded slightly: "You can do whatever you want."

Anyway, she couldn't think of anything after thinking about it all afternoon, so let her try it.If the painting is destroyed, it is destroyed, and she is not very satisfied anyway.

Wen Qiao nodded, picked up the brush and began to paint seriously. Within a few minutes, the painting was given a different life.

The old lady didn't have any hope at first, but her eyes lit up when she saw it, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"The little girl has a good handiwork, has she studied professional painting?"

Wen Qiao shook her head shyly: "It's the teacher who praised it, but I just draw and play when I have nothing to do."

"However, recently, I have learned from a professional master, but it was only three days of fishing and two days of posting on the net, which made the teacher laugh."

"I hope these few strokes of mine didn't damage your painting. This painting looks expensive, and I can't afford it."

The old man smiled, waved his hand and said it's okay: "You added it just right, and it solved my troubles all afternoon."

"Why don't you give this painting another name, what do you think it should be called?"

Wen Qiao looked at it for a while, and said, "Why don't we just call it Xiangyangsheng."

It looks ordinary, but it has infinite power.

As long as there is light and dreams, we can live well.

"Born to the sun." The old man nodded in satisfaction: "That's a good name."

"Girl, are you interested in learning to paint with me? I rarely accept apprentices. It's fate to meet you today. Do you want to think about it?"

The old man could tell at a glance that Wen Qiao liked painting, so he wanted to take her as his apprentice.

She is also getting older, and it is time to train a new successor. This world still needs to be created by their young people.

The end of art is endless.

It's rare that she has eyes for this little girl. If she wants to, she can set a precedent.

She once said that she would never accept apprentices, but now it is different. She wants to teach everything she has learned in most of her life.

"Me?" Wen Qiao was flattered: "But I only know a little bit, and I think your painting style is not quite the same as mine."

Wen Qiao said truthfully: "I have recently learned ink painting, and I want to pass on this kind of painting."

"Sorry, I may have disappointed you, but thank you for your kindness. I am also very happy to receive your praise."

Few people say that she paints well, and being praised by others is a very happy thing.

"Also, I may be busy with other things recently, and I may not have time. I'm sorry teacher."

The old man waved his hand indifferently: "I understand, I just saw your face and knew you were in a bad mood."

"But it's okay, I can wait until you want." The woman wrote down a phone number and handed it to Wen Qiao.

"Whenever you figure it out, you are willing, or you encounter any difficulties, you can call me on this number."

"However, what I want to hear more is the good news that you want to learn to draw."

Wen Qiao took it and said happily, "Thank you teacher, I will seriously consider it."

Perhaps, after separating from Gu Moshen, she could find this teacher and start a new chapter in her life.

It seems that besides painting, she has no other choice now.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."