My Headphones Can Connect to the Future

Xu Fan stopped discussing this issue with Yin Jundong, but looked at Sister Jing who was eating.

"Oh, Xu Fan, don't look at Sister Jing like that. He will look at the two of us again. Then he should think I am narcissistic. Don't do that." Yin Jundong was frightened.

But Xu Fan smiled badly.

"Sister Jing." Xu Fan said.

Sister Jing swallowed what was in her mouth, put the chopsticks on the plate, and looked at Xu Fan suspiciously: "What's the matter? Mr. Xu."

"Actually, I want to ask you, what do you think of Mr. Yin?" Sister Jing was taken aback when Xu Fan said, and then her face instantly flushed.

Sun Rui has never seen sister Jing so shy.

She looked at Xu Fan and smiled, Xu Fan also looked at her and smiled knowingly.

Then the two people looked at Sister Jing and Yin Jundong together.

Both of them blushed because of their shyness.

"Mr. Yin, it is naturally very good. In fact, I recognized it as soon as I met. Mr. Yin is the famous painter, right?" Sister Jing said.

"Exactly." Xu Fan nodded.

"That's right, I felt familiar with Mr. Yin when he walked in. Then I checked the Internet and found that it was really him. In fact, I was very excited, but I didn't know how to express it. I was afraid that Yin would be scared. Sir." Sister Jing said, looking at Yin Jundong's body.

Yin Jundong was nervous at first, but it was even more chaotic when Sister Jing saw that.

"Mr. Yin, Sister Jing admires you very much, don't you say a few words?" Xu Fan reminded Yin Jundong.

Yin Jundong's nervous heart is beating wildly now, there is no thought to say to Jing Jie, but now all eyes are looking at him, if he doesn't say anything, it's not the case.

"No, no, I'm nothing special, and I'm not a famous painter. I'm just an ordinary person with better luck. Please don't say that, Sister Jing, let me toast you a glass of wine." Yin Jundong raised the glass. , I thought for a long time but didn't figure out the reason.

"Anyway, I just want Sister Jingjing to have a glass of wine." After Yin Jundong drank the wine in the glass, his silly look made Sister Jing smile.

"Mr. Yin is really funny and cute, but I hope Mr. Yin can remind me next time I drink, because I want to drink with Mr. Yin." Sister Jing smiled and raised the glass and returned Yin Jundong a glass.

It was also the first time that Yin Jundong was praised by a woman for being humorous and cute. This made Yin Jundong, who was already confused, even more confused. He felt that the world was spinning.

"Actually, I think Mr. Yin is a bit too humble. The luck you mentioned can be famous. I don't agree with it." Sister Jing said very seriously.

"Actually, it's not that I am humble. I really think so in my heart. I think the things I draw are quite ordinary. It's just that I have drawn my own thoughts. Of course, the outside world likes the world that I have built in my heart. Very happy, but I think at this level, anyone can do it." Yin Jundong lowered his head and said.

Sister Jing shook her head vigorously.

"No, Mr. Yin. Actually, I have seen a lot of your paintings. Every time there are exhibitions, I will go to observe them. Many exhibitions have your paintings, and there is a very interesting thing, that is, I often do I stopped there and watched it for a long time because of some excellent works."

"Then one day I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had a lot of works of interest, all of which were made by you. I figured it out. There were dozens of paintings, large and small, of which there were more than 20 paintings all drawn by you. Of those twenty-odd paintings, I have carefully observed and felt every one of them, and I can feel the broad world in your heart."

After Sister Jing said something, Yin Jundong was stunned. He felt that he was dreaming.

He never thought that someone could appreciate his words like this, and really feel the paintings he made with his heart.

It was not that he had never thought that someone could do this, but he felt that there would not be a girl who would treat him like that, and just happened to like him.

When Yin Jundong was still young, he was always eager to find such a partner, and then communicate with him in the soul, and be able to understand all his paintings.

But after a few years, Yin Jundong discovered that this was nonsense and impossible, so he didn't have any confidence in feelings.

However, the appearance of Sister Jing today rekindled hope in Yin Jundong's feelings, but Yin Jundong was not sure whether Sister Jing really liked him, so he did not dare to raise this expectation too high, for fear that he would usher in even greater disappointment.

"Really? So what paintings have you seen Sister Jing?" Yin Jundong just kept talking, he just wanted to see whether Sister Jing said it was true or false, because she had met some women before, deliberately in order to get close to her. Pretending to be a fan of her paintings, in fact, she doesn't know much about her works.

Sister Jing did not answer, but took out her phone and flipped through the album.

After a while, Sister Jing raised her phone and pointed at one of the photos.

That photo is a painting by Yin Jundong, but the painting is relatively small, and it did not cause much repercussion.

"Mr. Yin, to tell you that I really like this painting, maybe he is not particularly famous, but I think he likes it inexplicably when I see him." Sister Jing glanced at the painting again after she said it, her eyes It's full of appreciation.

"Then thank Sister Jing for showing her love, but Sister Jing, why do you particularly like this painting?" Yin Jundong asked.

In fact, the painting of this painting is very abstract, and it is ink painting, which looks rather monotonous.

When he painted this painting, Yin Jundong didn't expect him to hold fire. There were too few people who could understand this painting.

Faced with Yin Jundong's problem, Sister Jing smiled slightly.

"Mr. Yin’s understanding of words is different for everyone. I don’t know if my thoughts fit with you, um... If I say it, you don’t feel right, and I hope you don’t get angry. I really feel you with my heart. If you want to, I’m not sure whether you can feel your heart accurately.”

"It's okay, just tell me." Yin Jundong looked at Jie Jing and said, he was really looking forward to the answer Jing Jie gave him.

"My view of this painting is freedom." Sister Jing said.

After Yin Jundong heard this answer, his whole body trembled.

Sister Jing actually really understood his thoughts.

This painting looks messy to outsiders, and there is no way to see what is being painted, but Sister Jing can actually see the meaning of this painting at a glance.

"And then." Yin Jundong asked.

"When I saw this painting for the first time, I was really a little dazed, because the painting is very messy, and there is no shape. I say that Mr. Yin will not be angry, right?" Sister Jing was also a little bit too distracted. Speaking freely, he forgot to worry about Yin Jundong's feelings, but Yin Jundong didn't care at all, he nodded with interest.