Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 63 Either Lonely or Vulgar

Bai Yang and Chun Yuwan chatted idly while the minibus finally arrived at its destination.

It is a small mountain village nestled in the mountains and surrounded by water. It can also be considered an ancient town, but it is not as good as the Fenghuang Ancient Town. It is only somewhat famous in the province and does not have many tourists.

Of course, there is no commercial atmosphere.

Green river water, stilt houses, and blue brick and stone roads.

The group dragged their painting supplies and luggage to the inn booked by Teacher Luo. The conditions were average, but the advantage was that it was right by the river, and through the window they could see the winding river and the mountains on the opposite bank.

"Everyone can take a rest first, walk around, and have lunch at the inn. I will take you to a nearby sketching site in the afternoon."

Teacher Luo emphasized the safety issue again before letting everyone move freely.

"Oh yeah!" Zeng Jianeng became excited: "Anyone want to go shopping together? I just saw several jewelry stores!"

"The jewelry stores in this ancient town all produce products from Yiwu." Chun Yuwan reminded: "Just take a look. If you want to buy, you will be ripped off."

"I have to be able to afford it." Zeng Jianeng smiled and took Chun Yuwan's arm: "Wanwan, do you want to join us?"

Chun Yuwan dodged without leaving any trace and said, "I'm not interested in shopping. There are still more than two hours before the meeting. I'll find a place to draw a building sketch."

"Wanwan works so hard." Zeng Jianeng sighed.

Chun Yuwan turned to look at Bai Yang: "Together?"

"Walk."

The ancient town is very small, with only two streets, one inner and one outer. The two found a stone bench by the river and sat down.

There was no conversation, and each of them took out their drawing boards.

The flowing river takes away the dryness at the end of summer. Bai Yang uses his hands to form a picture frame to find the composition point. Whether it is the stilt houses, mountains and rivers, or bluestone slabs, they all look very peaceful and comfortable, and there are scenery everywhere.

But unconsciously, Chun Yuwan's figure was still framed between four fingers.

The girl holding a drawing board, with her hair blown by the breeze, looks like she has transcended time between the old buildings and the beautiful landscape.

Bai Yang couldn't look away. The architectural scenes seemed dull and meaningless. Only this one was vivid and had to be recorded on the drawing paper.

So he picked up the pencil and the lines of the side face were smoothly outlined.

Chun Yuwan seemed to sense something. She looked up at Bai Yang, then lowered her head and focused on her drawing paper.

This was not the first time she had been Bai Yang's model. The two had a basic understanding when it came to painting.

The beauty on the paper soon appeared, and the wandering tourists slowly gathered around.

"The little girl is really cute." An old lady came up behind Bai Yang and said, "The boy's drawing is also very similar to her."

"Come on, help me take a photo with these two little painters."

She moved between the two of them and struck a coquettish pose.

Bai Yang frowned as his vision was completely blocked.

After snapping a few photos, the old lady came close to Chun Yuwan and said, "Little girl, can you stand up? Hold up your painting and take a photo with me. Oh, when I post it on my Moments, everyone will definitely praise you."

Chun Yuwan raised her head and said, "I'm painting, can you please not disturb me?" "It won't take up any of your time." The aunt said indifferently, "Aren't paintings meant to be seen by others? I have a lot of friends in my circle of friends, and I can also promote it for you."

Chun Yuwan withdrew his gaze and ignored her.

"Why are you so rude, little girl?" the aunt muttered, "I'm praising you, but you ignore me?"

Bai Yang sighed and stood up. "How dare you mention politeness? You are old, don't you know what a sense of boundaries is?"

"Why are you talking so harshly?" The old lady's face changed: "What's wrong with me? It's my freedom to take pictures in public!"

"So you know this is a public place. I almost thought this was your living room." Bai Yang curled his lips and said, "Excuse me, do you know what private privacy is? Do you know what portrait rights are?"

The old lady glared at him and said, "Oh, it's just a photo and you're still protecting it. What privacy or something? I don't understand. Did I break the law? If you have the guts, sue me."

"Don't be impatient." Bai Yang spread his hands. "Why should I sue you? Even if you pooped in public, it's just that you have moral problems. It's your family's shame. You're old, and it's hard for me to discipline you, right?"

The old lady raised her eyebrows and screamed, "Who did you say shit? Are you going to curse again?"

"Look, you're anxious again." Bai Yang said seriously, "This is a metaphor. I know you're not well educated, but you don't have to take it personally. You haven't really done this, have you?"

Bai Yang took a step back and fanned away with his hands: "It is the smell that disturbs me."

After saying that, he completely ignored the aunt's face which turned from red to white and waved towards Chun Yuwan.

Chun Yuwan understood and stood up.

By the time the aunt had finally finished accumulating strength and her sharp yells rang out, only the backs of the two were left.

Bai Yang is not stupid. He will not quarrel with an old lady who has entered a combat state. This will not only lower his style, but he will also be dragged into the most familiar low-quality battlefield by the other party.

Countless lessons learned through blood and tears have shown that it is useless to reason at this time, and no one can defeat the aunt in a head-on confrontation.

Unless you defeat magic with magic, you will go crazy on the spot
"What a pity, the painting is not finished yet." Bai Yang said helplessly to Chun Yuwan: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Chun Yuwan shook her head: "Thank you for helping me, but when you meet this kind of person, there's actually no point in paying attention to him."

"If you ignore her, she will only get worse." Bai Yang laughed and said, "Some people always think they are the center of the world and never care about other people's feelings."

Chun Yuwan said calmly: "When people reach middle age, they are full of resentment and vent their dissatisfaction with their lives on others in exchange for pleasure. I can understand her."

"There are so many people like this. Every time I meet them, it only makes me more determined."

"It's either loneliness or mediocrity, right?" Bai Yang mentioned her QQ signature: "I have read some of Schopenhauer's books, but I always think that choosing loneliness does not necessarily mean you can stay away from mediocrity. There are not so many polarized situations in life. Most of the time, we are in the middle."

"Is it just like what you said to me that night?" Chun Yuwan asked.

"You still remember it." Bai Yang smiled.

"I'll think about it carefully when I get back." Chun Yuwan nodded: "The so-called rooting in the soil does not necessarily require personal experience. In a short life, one cannot experience everything in the world, love, hate, and hatred."

"Moreover, rather than slowly sifting through the soil to find the 'nutrients' I need, it is better to take root directly in the nutrients - too many predecessors have already written down their life-long insights in books."

Bai Yang was stunned and silent for a moment:
"Chun Yuwan, this is not enlightenment."

"You're running away."

(End of this chapter)