Sheng Jiaoyang raised his eyebrows as he was obviously taking pictures, more likely taking pictures of her.
The man wearing a mask not far away bent his eyes, seemed to smile at her, and then walked away to take pictures of other scenery.
Oh, it turned out to be a tourist.
Sheng Jiaoyang didn't pay attention. She walked along the river bank. When it was time to eat, she turned into a restaurant on the bank and had lunch leisurely. After resting for a while, she continued to enjoy the scenery of the Tiber River.
When walking on the Ponte Sant'Angelo, she saw a young man sketching. She walked over and saw him painting an angel statue. She stopped and watched for a while.
Seeing the young man stop painting, she took a step forward and asked, "Can I borrow your tools?"
Seeing other people painting inspired her addiction to painting.
The young man turned his head and looked at her, and without much hesitation handed her the painting tools in his hand.
"Thank you!" Sheng Jiaoyang thanked him and unceremoniously borrowed the young man's painting tools to start painting.
Little by little outlines appeared on the white paper. At first, she drew a little bit here and there, so scattered that it was hard to tell. However, when the fragments were connected by her strokes, Finally, a statue of an angel appeared on the paper.
The young man had a solemn expression at first, as if he regretted lending the tool to someone else, but after seeing this magical stroke, his eyes widened and he was very surprised. Then he discovered that the other person's hand had not stopped and was still enriching the space on the drawing paper.
Next to the realistic angel statue, a Q-version little angel slowly appeared. It looked very similar to the angel statue, like a father and son. This little angel tilted his head and looked at the serious and stereotyped angel statue next to him, with a revealing look on his face. Full of curiosity and ignorance, it's so cute that it makes people's hearts melt.
The young man was so surprised that he opened his mouth, but he was afraid of disturbing the person who was tracing, so his voice reached his throat and he suppressed it.
Finally, the slender white hand held the brush and moved it to the lower right corner, as if to sign. Just as the tip of the pen was about to land on the paper, it suddenly paused and moved away.
"What's wrong? Why don't you sign it?" The young man couldn't help but ask. He finally figured out that this girl who looked younger than him was a young painter with rich and sophisticated painting skills.
Sheng Jiaoyang tilted his head and replied with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "There is a guy who spent one million to buy out my pen name."
"What? Why do you do that? Are you short of money?" Young people especially cannot understand that such a talented young painter should not let his pen name be bought out for that little money.
Because that guy is a big devil, she can't fight him for the time being, so she has to admit it. But she was indeed short of money.
Sheng Jiaoyang smiled, put down the brush, stood up and said to the young man: "Thank you for the tools. If you like this painting..."
"Can you give it to me?" A voice suddenly interrupted her.
Sheng Jiaoyang turned around and saw a face covered by a mask. The eyes were quite beautiful. The eyes were as dark as ink and the brows were curved. The eyes seemed to be filled with stars. Very charming.
"I don't care. The drawing paper belongs to him. You should ask him." Sheng Jiaoyang pointed at the young man.
The man turned to look at the young man and said in a very sincere voice: "I really like this painting. Can you give it to me? Or I can exchange it for something else."
"I'm sorry, sir." The young man shook his head, "I also like this painting very much, and nothing can exchange it."
"Oh, that's very regrettable." Although the man said regretfully, there was no disappointment in his eyebrows.
The young man began to pack up his tools and prepare to leave. Before leaving, he solemnly thanked Sheng Jiaoyang. He had just witnessed the entire process of painting this painting. He felt that he had benefited a lot and felt that a skylight had been opened in his mind.
Sheng Jiaoyang nodded and waved goodbye to the young man. She glanced at the man who was standing beside her and didn't move, then turned and walked back to the river bank.
It was almost evening. In the white pointed tent near the fence on the long embankment by the river, many people took their seats, lit their favorite wines, and began to wait for nightfall.
Sheng Jiaoyang also found a seat next to the fence and sat down, ordered a glass of wine and drank it slowly, very leisurely.
"Can I sit here?" A familiar voice sounded beside him.
When Sheng Jiaoyang saw the masked man who appeared in front of her for the third time today, her eyebrows moved, her chin slightly raised, and she lazily replied: "Please."
The man sat down, put the camera on the table, and took off his mask.
He's a very handsome man.
Sheng Jiaoyang glanced at it and then looked away.
"Are you Chinese?" the man suddenly asked in smooth Mandarin.
Sheng Jiaoyang looked at him and replied: "Yes." She also replied in Mandarin.
"So are you Chinese?" The man's eyes showed some interest.
"no, I am chinese."
She can clearly distinguish between Chinese and Chinese. Chinese refers to all people with Chinese ancestry, while Chinese only refers to foreigners with Chinese ancestry. Her nationality has never changed. No matter where she eats or lives, her roots are always in China.
"Your English is very authentic." The man praised.
"You're not bad either."
"I'm Gu Zhou." The man said suddenly.
Sheng Jiaoyang blinked and said "Oh".
"It seems you really don't know me." The man chuckled.
Is it normal to know him after hearing this tone? Sheng Jiaoyang looked at the man again seriously.
"Are you impressed?" The corner of his mouth raised.
"No." Sheng Jiaoyang replied honestly.
"Your answer really makes me wonder if you are Chinese." Seeing that she really didn't know him, Gu Zhou couldn't help but said, "Have you never seen any of my movies?"
Movie? Hearing this, Sheng Jiaoyang seemed to be a little impressed, as if he had actually heard of the name "Guzhou".
At this time, the mobile phone rang. Sheng Jiaoyang turned out his phone.
"Hello?"
"Xu Jiaojiao, stop playing outside and come back early." Zhuo Yiyan's voice came from the phone.
Sheng Jiaoyang responded and hung up the phone.
"I'm leaving first." She picked up her small backpack, said hello to Gu Zhou, and left.
Gu Zhou chuckled. This was the first time he met a girl. She didn't even ask him for an autograph or a photo and didn't recognize him. This kind of treatment had never happened to him since he became famous.
He took out his mobile phone and watched the short video he had recorded before. To be honest, he didn't mean to follow her, but he met her while walking around. He happened to see her painting, so he turned on the video out of habit, and Thanks to this habit, he was able to preserve that magical scene.
It’s really hard to imagine that with just one stroke, the entire plate of loose sand turned into a painting. The little angel painted at the back sublimated the entire painting, adding smart and vigorous vitality, and the angel statue no longer looked dull. It's just boring and boring, but as soon as I see this painting, I have endless reveries in my mind.
He uploaded the video to his Weibo and wrote:
Today I met a young girl from China by the Tiber River, and I was instantly captured by her paintings. I originally thought that if she recognized me, I could ask her to give me a painting, but she didn’t even know me ( Grievance)~
Not long after his Weibo post was posted, it received a flurry of likes and retweets.
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