C1979 (1/2)

It was the first time that Ning Yue hung up Fu Jin Yan's phone in such a rage. He was also angry and had some sad and sad self mockery. Was it that he finally found out the lovely beauty and novelty of those young girls outside, so he finally lost interest in her?

So, this is what she expected from the beginning, isn't it? Now it just happened at last.

But she was more sad than she thought.

She stood by the fence alone, standing by the river. The wind of the river disordered her hair behind her and made her white shirt hunting. At the same time, she also blew tears from her eyes.

She did not notice her tears, until she sipped at the corners of her mouth a touch of salt, and then found that her face had become wet.

It is said that men have tears, but not to the sad place, in fact, women are not the same, that can cry out of the sad, in fact, is not sad, this flow in the heart of the silent pain, but really pain to the extreme. She has been standing by the river for a long time. If she doesn't go back, it's time for her child to look for her. So she dried her tears and turned around to leave. She found that a man in her twenties and thirties was painting with a paintbrush. The man was wearing a loose shirt and beige casual pants, and his face was very handsome. He looked as if he was only twenty-five or six years old, but his temperament was very calm It's not the vicissitudes and loneliness of ordinary young people, so Ning Yue is not sure how old he is, but there is an easel in front of him, and the direction he is facing is her side.

She frowned, and the man nodded at her, and Ning Yue walked towards him.

She was surprised to see a woman on his easel, which was the posture and direction of her standing before.

The man has explained before Ning Yue's opening: ”you stand on the bridge to see the scenery, and the people who see the scenery look at you from a distance. You decorate the scenery in my eyes.”

Ning Yue couldn't say what she wanted to say. Instead, she pointed to the painting and asked, ”you're a good painter. Can you send it to me?”

The man did not hesitate to agree: ”yes, you are also inadvertently into my painting, you like to give it to you.”

”Thank you. I'm going.” Ning Yue carefully put away the painting, said thanks, then turned away.

Men also do not have the meaning of detaining or talking to each other. Meeting by chance is fate. If it is, it will be goodbye.

As it was getting dark, he packed up his easel and walked in another direction.

After Ning Yue got home, Ning Rui was full of praise for her words: ”sister, where did you find a street artist to paint? I didn't expect that the current street art level is so high.”

”What kind of street art? It was painted for me by the people I met by the river. I'm coming back.”

Ning Rui sat down beside her: ”sister, did you go to the riverside alone? Are you not happy? ”

”No, I just go for a walk and see what's going on here. It's only a few years. I don't know anything about it.”