happy ex-wife

Chapter 714 The Painter with a Story ([-])

Nima——

Is the world too small?

Why did you meet that man again?

But it's okay to be cold, I didn't expect that he was still an irresponsible man. Sure enough, this kind of man with good breed was taken over by Shui Anluo.

When Shui Anluo came back, Qiao Yaruan was holding the computer and fighting with the people from the game side.

"How's the little fat man?" Qiao Yaruan asked while playing the game.

Shui Anluo got the water, drank it and said, "The situation is fine, but I don't know how long Mr. Chu can delay. I'm afraid that his parents will be finished when they come back."

"When you meet this kind of patient, you are the only one who is stupid. Most people have given up a long time ago. Who else would think of sending his parents away." Qiao Yaruan sneered.

After drinking the water, Shui Anluo let out a haha, her senior brother said this too, but she didn't give up because she wanted to get Qiao Huihe's approval, and because giving up without trying hard was disrespect for life. It is also disrespectful to oneself.

"Where are we going for lunch?" Shui Anluo said, looking at the crazy people playing games.

"You go to buy fried rice noodles at the shop opposite, don't disturb Ai's house to play games." Qiao Yaruan waved her away disgustedly while talking.

Shui Anluo was disgusted, but she still took her backpack and got up, "You're crazy, do you want chili?"

"Yes, the spicy one." Qiao Yaruan said, and Shui Anluo had already left.

There are quite a few small restaurants opposite the hospital, but this one is really good, so when Shui Anluo arrived, there were still more than a dozen people queuing up ahead, so Shui Anluo had to go and queue.

It's just that when Shui Anluo was queuing up, he saw a non-mainstream painter sitting on a flower bed not far away eating steamed buns.

"It's him?" Shui Anluo thought curiously, her eyes never left him, until she was in line, Shui Anluo wanted to say two, but suddenly changed her mind and said three.

Shui Anluo bought rice noodles and carried them over.

The artist's injured hand hangs down slightly, while the uninjured hand holds a steamed bun and slowly eats it.

In fact, he is very elegant.

Shui Anluo stood in front of him, and when the painter raised his head, he handed the original rice noodles in his hand to him: "Please eat."

The painter was taken aback for a moment, puzzled flashed in his eyes.

Shui Anluo put the lunch box on the flower bed, tilted her head slightly, and said, "You have the strength to draw when you're full, don't you?"

The artist slightly hooked his lips, "Little girl, what's your name?"

"My name is good man." Shui Anluo said with a smile, then turned and went back to the hospital.

The painter's hand holding the steamed bun paused slightly, and a picture gradually appeared in his deep eyes.

[On the Houhai arch bridge, the girl is standing on the bridge looking at the sunset in the distance, and the boy behind her is drawing a picture for her.

Finally, the girl turned around. She looked about seventeen or eighteen, with fluttering long hair, willow-leaf eyebrows, glazed eyes, and a small cherry mouth.

"Are you drawing me?" the girl said, and ran over, turning around the drawing board to look at a figure from the back that appeared on the drawing board, and the setting sun in the distance, "You are amazing." The girl exclaimed.

The boy stretched out his hand and scratched his head, a little shy.

"Ah, you are the kind of person who draws pictures for people on the side of the road, and then earns travel expenses to travel poorly. I envy this kind of person the most." The girl said excitedly.

The boy didn't answer, he just thought, this girl is really pretty.

The girl bowed her head and took out 500 yuan from her bag, "Here, this is my painting money."

"Need not--"

The girl smiled, "I'll pay you for your travel, I'm a good person." The girl smiled and ran away with the painting. 】

The painter lowered his head, looked at the lunch box on the flower bed, and felt a tearing pain in his heart, "Anxin." With a murmur, he spat it out from his mouth under the beard with pain.

(End of this chapter)