Well, it's a personal style, and there's nothing wrong with looking at it from a different angle.

Su Qiao's fear is that if no one guides him correctly, his gray inner world will continue to be barren, causing him to fall into a catastrophe and go to extremes.

Su Qiao's gaze fell on the looming mountains in the distance, and said with a hint of emotion:

"In fact, it's just that you have experienced relatively few things, your horizons and heart are not broad enough, and your heart is limited to a small world, so you will feel difficult, feel that some things are invincible and cannot be crossed."

"When you have experienced a lot, maybe you will understand that this little thing in front of you is just a small twist and turn in your life, not even a storm."

Su Qiao became a bosom friend sister again.

It's kind of mysterious, it's like that.

[Cut, it sounds better than sing.] 】

444 pouted in space.

I have always been able to move my hands without moving my mouth, and my heart and eyes are not much bigger than the tip of a needle, and those who will repay him are embarrassed to say this.

Hmph, do you think people are stupid?

If you say something so old that you lose your teeth, people will believe you.

Next, it was the fastest face slap scene in history.

"I remember."

Jiang Yihan listened very carefully and answered very seriously.

I don't know what's going on, he feels that anything in the hands of the girl in front of him doesn't seem to be a big problem.

It seems that when the sky falls, she can stand up.

Inexplicably, Jiang Yihan felt this way.

At this moment, Jiang Yihan had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, as if he had let go of the mountain that had been pressing heavily on his heart, and his whole body was very relaxed.

"Let's go, let's go eat cake."

It couldn't pretend for three seconds, and the next moment, Su Qiao, who was already rumbling with hunger, pulled him to the side of the dining cloth.

didn't care if it was dirty or not, just sat cross-legged on the grass, picked up the small cake and stuffed it into his hand:

"Come on, let's eat, and drinks, you can drink whichever you like."

Whatever she gives, Jiang Yihan eats, honest, well-behaved and clever.

"Can I come here with me next time?"

Su Qiao scooped a large spoonful of cake into his mouth, and said a little vaguely while eating: "As long as you want, I can accompany you at any time." ”

"When the holidays are over, we can go to farther places, or even go abroad to experience different customs and customs, and paint them all, and in the future, we can also hold art exhibitions."

Open an exhibition or something, although she is not interested, but as long as he wants.

"Art exhibition?"

Jiang Yihan has never had such an idea, to be specific, he has never dared to have such extravagant hopes.

His biggest dream as a child was that his mother wouldn't stop him from drawing, and that his paintings wouldn't be torn up and dirty.

"Of course, if you don't want to, we can keep it for ourselves."

"We don't paint for others, but for ourselves, to express all the things we want to express through painting, or to vent it."

"Painting is just a hobby, and it has nothing to do with other people."

Su Qiao has always done her own thing, what others think, in fact, as long as she doesn't get in the way, she doesn't bother to care at all.

Because it's a waste of energy to take care of that.

"Well, I see."

Under the spring sun, a beautiful girl in an off-white tracksuit with a long black ponytail tied to her lips

Stuffed with cake, they talked eloquently.

told him that 'painting is just for ourselves', this picture, like a painting, was forever branded in Jiang Yihan's heart.

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