When Jiang Qiran heard the question from the mobile phone repairman, his expression froze.
The boy's long eyelashes trembled and his voice was soft.
"I fell."
"Ah—did you fall by yourself?!"
The repairman opened his mouth wide and almost dropped the tools in his hands.
As if he felt that his expression was too shocked, the repairman quickly restrained his expression.
"Ahem, okay, it's okay, I'll do my best."
…
The cell phone repairman looked around the furnishings of the apartment and muttered something in his heart.
—Well, he really doesn’t understand the world of rich people.
He actually drops his phone to play with it, and then asks someone to fix it!
There's something wrong with this!
…
After all the trouble, the cell phone repairman only found a photo for Jiang Qiran.
It’s the photo on the screensaver. The girl’s bright smile is almost blinding.
Jiang Qiran gave the mechanic a high repair fee.
The master felt guilty about it, after all, he didn't help much in the end. With so much data, he could only make a screensaver.
After taking the money, the master asked Jiang Qiran with some confusion.
"The girl in this photo is your girlfriend, right? Did you have a fight with your girlfriend?"
Jiang Qiran looked serene. He reached out and stroked the photo he had just restored, and curled the corners of his lips slightly.
"Yes."
Before leaving, the repairman patted Jiang Qiran on the shoulder and taught him something with an experienced look.
"It's okay. She's a girl, you can just coax her a little more and she will be fine. Besides, you're so handsome, I have confidence in you."
"Okay, thank you."
Jiang Qiran had an indifferent expression and nodded slightly to the repairman.
Only he knew that he and Ye Linlang could never go back to the way they were before.
I'm not going to go back to the way it was before.
This screensaver photo was just his last obsession.
…
After the repairman left, Jiang Qiran went to his study, copied the screen saver image separately, and printed it out as a photo.
Just a small one.
The girl's smile is still beautiful, and her crescent-shaped eyes look at you, as if they can make you forget all your worries.
He placed the photo in the secret compartment of his wallet, zipped it up, and decided to let go of all his thoughts about Ye Linlang.
That person cannot be touched, like a taboo.
From now on, let the bridge be the bridge and the road be the road.
…
A week later, Dongchen Kingdom, the capital.
The capital of Dongchen Kingdom is very beautiful, with various Baroque-style buildings standing at both ends of the streets.
Ye Linlang almost thought she had entered the Middle Ages.
Moreover, because the capital of Dongchen Kingdom is close to the sea, the wind blowing on the body dispels some of the summer heat, and the air is also better than that in City A.
Ye Linlang raised her head, looked at the azure sky, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Come on, Ye Linlang!
Even if Jiang Qiran is no longer by my side, I must continue to live a wonderful life.
No one can live without anyone else.
…
It was Ye Linlang's first time to visit the capital of Dongchen Kingdom. Before, she had only walked within her living area. Perhaps because the sun was good, she walked a little further.
Before I knew it, I had arrived at a long art street.
In other words, an art gallery.
There were various wandering poets enthusiastically describing their works, and there were also many painters who simply painted on the ground. The dazzling array of exhibits was eye-catching.
Ye Linlang sighed as she walked, feeling that there was still a huge cultural difference between Dongchen Kingdom and Jiuzhou Kingdom.
…
As Ye Linlang was walking, she suddenly saw Grandma Zhao Wanqin, whom she met on the plane on the day she first arrived in Dongchen Country.
Zhao Wanqin was seen wearing a navy blue cotton skirt with a very ethnic style and arranging her paintings.
One after another, there are European Impressionist-style landscapes, as well as figure sketches that incorporate Kyushu-style ink paintings.
…
She walked up to him with surprise and greeted the old lady in a navy blue cotton skirt.
"Grandma Zhao, do you still remember me?"
When the old lady looked up, she saw Ye Linlang's pretty face.
She raised her reading glasses, and there was a hint of surprise in her expression.
"Little girl, I'm glad to see you here again! We are really destined to be together!"
Ye Linlang also nodded happily.
Old lady Zhao Wanqin was the first person to show kindness to her when she came to a foreign country.
Ye Linlang was very grateful.
On the plane that day, Ye Linlang told Mrs. Zhao a lot of her own stories. She didn't know why she could talk so much to a stranger.
Of course, Ye Linlang didn’t explain it in too much detail, she just said that she had been an unpopular person since she was a child, and that she was a failure as a person.
Zhao Wanqin stroked Ye Linlang's head with a kind and warm look.
"How could that be? If you were my granddaughter, I would love you so much."
That day on the plane, Ye Linlang couldn't help crying because of this sentence.
All the grievances seemed to burst out at that moment.
But Grandma Zhao did not laugh at Ye Linlang. Instead, she handed Ye Linlang a napkin and helped her wipe away her tears bit by bit, just like she did in the waiting hall.
…
Ye Linlang was grateful from the bottom of her heart for such a gentle stranger.
It was also Old Lady Zhao who encouraged Ye Linlang that no matter what happened, there would always be some miracles happening in life, and as long as she worked hard, she could always create a wonderful life.
This was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for Ye Linlang, who was feeling down and out.
…
"Grandma Zhao, can I help you put your things away?"
Ye Linlang started to help Grandma Zhao put her works that needed to be displayed in order without further ado.
Zhao Wanqin smiled with relief.
As she watched the little girl busying around, she suddenly felt that Ye Linlang's profile was very pretty.
"Linlang, how about you be my model and let me draw a sketch of you?"
Ye Linlang was startled when she heard this.
Subconsciously, she thought of the scenes in Meihua Village where Jiang Qiran painted for her.
Memories flashed through Ye Linlang's mind, and a hint of bitterness appeared in her eyes.
She was about to refuse, but Grandma Zhao had already pulled Ye Linlang's hand and pressed her directly against the edge of the bridge, asking Ye Linlang to perform a move according to her idea.
"Don't move until I finish drawing!"
Ye Linlang had an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart, but because of Grandma Zhao's warm invitation, Ye Linlang finally did not refuse and just sat there quietly.
"Then grandma, please draw faster. I don't look good as a model."
"Girl, be more confident!"
Old Mrs. Zhao shook her head helplessly, took out her paintbrush, and said a few words to Ye Linlang.
She will be participating in a "Cloud" themed exhibition in a couple of days. Originally, she wanted to paint pure scenery, but now she thinks it would be nice if there were clouds and sea in the distance, and a girl looking at the scenery in the near distance.
(End of this chapter)