Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

"Free things are indeed not very reassuring." Qiao Yu broke the awkward atmosphere, "Then I'll charge you one dollar, okay?"

This series of entanglements should have caused Gu Ling to be disgusted, but...

The sunlight fell on Qiao Yu's face, covering him with a layer of warmth, and the smile on his lips was also tinged with the warmth of the sunlight.

His voice was clear and his eyes were gentle. He would ask for Gu Ling's opinion on everything and always kept a distance of two or three meters from Gu Ling.

The most important thing is that when the two people stopped to talk, he would bend down and look at Gu Ling at eye level.

He did not look down on Gu Ling, just as he did not look at the image of Gu Ling sitting in a wheelchair with any strange eyes from the beginning. His attitude towards Gu Ling was always equal and normal.

Gu Ling couldn't say anything bad to such a person.

Gu Ling said: "I don't have any cash."

"You can scan the code to pay." Qiao Yu took out his mobile phone quickly and was visibly happy.

Things started to get weird.

If you don’t know, you might think he is a salesman who has just completed a big order.

A notification popped up saying one yuan had been deposited into the account, and Qiao Yu glanced at Gu Ling's profile picture.

There is a white glowing letter L in the center of the pure black picture. This avatar is really... expected.

Gu Ling looked at the umbrella in her hand that was no longer dripping, and suddenly realized that she could shake the water off the umbrella herself, so why should she spend that dollar?

The person in front of her was so strange, and she became strange too.

Need to stay away.

A pack of tissues appeared in sight. Gu Ling raised his head. Qiao Yu's eyes fell on the armrest of the wheelchair: "There is water. Wipe it."

He then added: "It's free... um, how about..."

Gu Ling didn't want to spend another dollar, so she took the tissue and said, "Thank you."

The road out of the cemetery was not long, and the two people soon reached the time to part.

The black Maybach remained in its original position. The bodyguard opened the door and stared at Qiao Yu with scrutiny.

Gu Ling frowned, stood up and walked to the car door, then looked back at Qiao Yu. His gentle and smiling expression finally changed, and his surprised, open-mouthed look was a little funny.

He blinked quickly, started laughing again, and made a goodbye gesture to Gu Ling.

Gu Ling got into the car, with some doubt in her dark eyes. She understood the meaning of Qiao Yu's smile. Qiao Yu was happy for her because her legs were fine.

But why would he be happy about this?

The car sped away. Qiao Yu looked at the direction the Maybach left, wondering which friend he should find to find out the owner of the car.

……

There were green trees on both sides of the road. A black Maybach drove along the highway and slowly entered the gate of the villa.

Outside the villa is a garden with scattered rockery, fountains and gardenias all over the garden.

The gorgeous crystal chandelier illuminates the luxurious hall, and the white gardenias in the vase exude fragrance.

The dining table was already filled with food, and a stern-looking man was sitting beside it.

Gu Ling walked over and called out, "Father."

Gu Hai looked at Gu Ling's face and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her: "Well, sit down and eat."

The food on the table was light in general, absolutely nutritious and healthy. Gu Hai served Gu Ling a bowl of chicken soup: "Don't stay outside for too long next time, it's not good for your health."

Gu Ling squeezed the spoon with his fingers and said, "I'm in good health lately, I'll be fine."

"That's not what your medical report says."

When I had a physical examination a few days ago, Gu Ling had not come yet, and the original body's physical condition was really bad. After Gu Ling came, his own demonic power automatically repaired his body. Although he could not exercise vigorously, he was generally fine.

Gu Hai glanced at her and said, "If the next physical examination is in good condition, you can go out for a walk."

Gu Ling's expression relaxed and he even drank his soup faster.

Gu Hai looked at her reaction which was slightly different from usual, his eyes darkened, thinking about the fact that she came home obviously late today, he decided to ask the bodyguard and driver about it.

Gu Ling has a simple personality, so he should not be fooled by anyone.

……

Inside the bright and clean studio, the light blue curtains fluttered slightly, and the studio was filled with drawing boards, stands, and canvases.

There are many paintings in it, basically landscape and architectural paintings, with delicate brushstrokes and bright colors, which can make people relax at a glance.

Among a pile of randomly placed landscape paintings, the only portrait painting stands out.

The girl in a black dress was sitting in a wheelchair, looking sideways, her brows slightly furrowed, and her pair of inky eyes seemed to be frosty.

The solemn cemetery was surrounded by hazy mist. The rain hit the umbrella, splashing tiny water droplets, which flowed down along the umbrella's frame like a hanging bead curtain.

With an umbrella as a roof and the rain as a cage, she was locked in a small space, and the wheelchair beneath her seemed to have become shackles that imprisoned her.

Qiao Yu's paintbrush kept moving. With just a few strokes, he outlined the figure of another person in the corner. The simple lines only drew half of the young man's arm.

He paused, then used his paintbrush to paint a color other than black and white—orange.

This is a very bright color, symbolizing vitality and optimism. The orange flowers blooming in the lower right corner of the picture add a touch of color that cannot be ignored to this black and white painting.

The strong orange color spread in the corner, interrupting the rain falling from the umbrella, and a hole was opened in the closed cage.

This slightly depressing painting bursts with vitality because of this touch of color.

Qiao Yu's clothes were stained with all kinds of messy colors, and the dark circles under his eyes were particularly obvious. In order to complete this painting in one go, he hadn't slept for two days.

The inspiration for creation was fleeting, and he couldn't wait to wake up to continue creating.

After finishing the painting, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

Qiao Yu was not in a hurry to get up. He simply lay down on the ground, looking at the ceiling and clearing his mind.

It had been a long time since he had created all night like this, and it was love at first sight, it was a magical feeling.

It was difficult for him to accurately describe how he felt the moment he saw Gu Ling. His blood seemed to be boiling, and inspiration kept emerging in his mind, making him want to pick up the paintbrush the next moment.

But rather than recording his burst of inspiration, he wanted to have a deep conversation with this seemingly cold girl.

So he almost presumptuously went up to her and started talking to her. He thought of thousands of opening lines before he chose "Please make way" which was an excuse that would not seem too enthusiastic.

He wanted to chat with her, get her contact information, and possess her...

He thought about so much, but he only dared to look at her chat avatar under the pretext of payment, talk to her under the pretext of an umbrella, and walk a short distance with her under the pretext of being on the way.

The passion for creation gradually faded as the painting was completed, but the feeling called "love" in Qiao Yu's heart grew stronger with every beat of his heart.

……

The soft and soothing piano sound echoed in the piano room, and the pale-faced girl sat on the piano bench and played music.

After the song was over, the piano teacher said, "This song is different from the last one. Did anything happy happen recently?"

Gu Ling's fingers gently resting on the black and white keys curled up slightly, and she blinked slowly: "I don't know."

The piano teacher sighed in his heart. The Gu family kept too strict control over Miss Gu. Such a good girl now couldn't express her emotions normally.

Even learning the piano is just because that person likes it.

What a crime.

Out of pity, the piano teacher smiled gently and said, "Let me ask it another way. Has anything unusual happened recently?"

Gu Ling thought for a moment and said, "I want to learn painting."

The piano teacher was stunned. She recalled the rumors outside that the deceased Mrs. Gu loved piano and gardenias the most, and did not seem to have any painting habits.

So, it was Gu Ling’s own idea?

"Musicians use music to convey emotions, while painters pour their emotions into their paintings." The piano teacher smiled, "Perhaps painting is more suitable for Miss Gu."

Really? Gu Ling looked at his hands, not quite sure if he could draw a good picture.

She was just a little curious about the difference between the scenery in the photo and the painting.

Moreover, it seems that painting can be done outdoors.

She didn't understand what sketching was, but she knew she could go outdoors.

A little excited.

(The stupid author put chapter 116 into volume , so remember to read the table of contents.)