My Third Gentleman

Chapter 931 R country knowledge (4)

Rao Shi Mu Jinchen also nodded in agreement. There are many capable people and strangers in this world. These three-dimensional street paintings are called artists.

Passing by, there are all kinds of ingenious and lifelike three-dimensional paintings. Some are painted directly on the floor, some are painted on the wall, and some even the lampposts are not overlooked. She has never underestimated the people's. Wisdom, the more outstanding artistic cells of the people, can only keep pressing the shutter of the camera in an attempt to record all these precious artworks into the camera.

"It's a pity that Ranran didn't come. She learned to paint and loves these weird street art even more."

Mu Jinchen put his hands behind him, watching the little woman holding the SLR and stopping to pat, happy like a little girl just released.

Feeling good, and occasionally can't help taking out her mobile phone to take pictures of her agile appearance. In his opinion, Wushuang is the most beautiful scenery in his eyes.

"It's not that you can't come again. If you like, you will come again with her next time."

There is no problem with public security in this country. Even if the two girls are asked to do it again, Mu Jinchen does not think there is a big problem.

"I almost wanted to stay and not leave. It was shocking."

Wushuang patted it, suddenly "huh", and stood in front of a mural that seemed to be embedded in the wall.

The content of the mural is very simple. The background is like the Avenue of Fatong in autumn, with dark yellow sycamore leaves everywhere. A young woman is sitting on a simple bench, her calm and beautiful eyes thoughtful. Staring into the distance, a little nostalgia, a little anticipation, a little sadness...

It was a very complicated emotion. Of course, the reason why Wushuang stopped was not the artistic conception of this stroke, but the appearance of the woman in the painting...

Mu Jinchen had obviously noticed, his handsome eyebrows were deeply locked, even his thin lips were tightened, and his voice was a little unpleasant, "Who did it like you?"

Wushuang recovered from the man's words, smiled openly, his eyes locked in the man's sight, "Mu Jinchen, don't you think she is more like Ms. Xia who is thirty years younger?"

Mu Jinchen didn't know who she was talking about for a moment, and his handsome eyebrows were still locked, Wushuang padded his toes and slid his eyebrows playfully, "Big fool, my mother."

It was then that Mu Jinchen realized that, he looked at the painting carefully, his frown stretched a little, and finally nodded affirmatively, "It is indeed a mother."

Wushuang and Xia Muxue are similar in temperament and appearance, but the biggest difference is the eyes. Xia Muxue is a bit extraordinary and refined. When she frowns, her eyes will show this slight melancholy; Wushuang is pure and smart, with eyebrows and eyes. Some people laughed up first without saying a word, the amplitude is not big, and they are almost invisible when they are not talking, but only need to bend the corners of the lips gently, and the spring will bloom. Mu Jinchen also loves her eyes very much. , Kissed there countless times, so it's easy to see the difference.

He stepped forward, dipped his finger on the paint on the station, and then looked around before looking away and said, "The paint hasn't dried up yet, the painter should be nearby."

Wushuang also noticed it, and subconsciously looked around. There were still many unfinished murals around. However, at noon, the artists didn’t know if they had a meal. There were only a few tourists-like people on the entire art street. , There is no painter.

(End of this chapter)