Well, it's personal style, and there's nothing wrong with appreciating it from a different angle.
What Su Qiao was worried about was that if no one guided him correctly, his dark inner world would continue to become desolate, leading him to an irretrievable state and into extremes.
Su Qiao's gaze fell on the looming mountains in the distance, and he said with a hint of emotion:
"In fact, it's just that you haven't experienced much, your vision and mind are not broad enough, and your mind is confined to a small world, so you feel it's difficult and that some things are invincible and insurmountable."
"When you have experienced more, maybe you will understand that what is happening now is just a small setback in your life, not even a storm."
Su Qiao once again became a confidant sister.
It seemed like it was quite mysterious and it seemed like it was real.
Tsk, that sounds better when spoken than when sung.
444 curled his lips in space.
How dare you, a person who always uses his hands instead of his mouth, whose heart is not much smaller than the tip of a needle and who is vindictive, say such things
Humph, do you think everyone is a fool? If you say something old-fashioned, people will believe you.
Next, it’s the fastest face-slapping scene in history.
"I remember that."
Jiang Yihan listened very carefully and answered very seriously.
He felt that anything was not a big problem in the hands of the girl in front of him.
It seems like she can hold up the sky even if it falls.
At this moment, Jiang Yihan felt as if he was suddenly enlightened.
It was as if I had put down the huge mountain that had been weighing heavily on my heart, and my whole body felt relaxed.
"Come on, you must be hungry, let's go eat some cake."
He could only pretend for three seconds. The next moment, Su Qiao, whose stomach was growling with hunger, pulled him towards the tablecloth.
He didn't care whether it was dirty or not, he just sat cross-legged on the grass, picked up a small box of small cakes and stuffed it into his hand:
"Come on, eat quickly. There are also drinks. Open whichever you like."
Jiang Yihan ate whatever she gave him, honestly and well-behaved.
"Can I come here with you next time?"
Su Qiao scooped a large spoonful of cake into his mouth and ate it while saying vaguely: "As long as you want, I can come with you anytime."
“When we have holidays, we can go to places farther away, or even go abroad to experience different customs and cultures.
Draw all of them, and we can hold an exhibition in the future."
Even though she had no interest in holding an art exhibition, it was fine as long as he wanted to.
"An art exhibition?"
Jiang Yihan had never had such an idea before. To be more specific, he had never dared to have such an extravagant hope.
His biggest dream when he was a child was that his mother would not stop him from painting and would not tear up or step on his paintings.
"Of course, if you don't want, we can keep it for our own enjoyment."
“We paint not for others, but for ourselves, to express or vent everything we want to express through painting.”
“So painting is just a personal hobby and has nothing to do with other people.”
Su Qiao has always been a person who does her own thing. She doesn't care what others think as long as it doesn't bother her.
Because taking care of these things is a waste of energy.
"Yes, I see."
In the spring sunshine, a beautiful girl in gray and white sportswear and a long black ponytail was talking while stuffing cake into her mouth.
Tell him, 'Painting is just for ourselves.'
This scene, like a painting, is forever engraved in Jiang Yihan's heart.