Ling Shaocheng sat in a corner of the park, with a huge fountain behind him, but it won't be opened until summer.

Mingyue and the servant were playing with the youngest eagle catching the chick. They were sweating profusely by Yanyan and were out of breath.

If it were his own children, he would probably have bought some food and handed over it. It would be so hard to play with him.

Ling Shaocheng rarely comes to such places to play. There are people dancing around and some are teaching roller skating. The hydrogen balloons tied to the bicycle faucet float higher than the other.

His eyes fell not far away, and Ling Nuanqing held the drawing board, not knowing what he was drawing.

A middle-aged woman sat next to her with a bag and approached her, "Little girl, are you learning to draw? You're so amazing."

Ling Nuanqing politely turned around, "Thank you."

"Do you see the picture? My eyes are very accurate."

"No, thank you."

Ling Nuanqing doesn't believe this.

Ling Shaocheng was worried, and his steps gradually passed. He heard the woman still saying unwillingly. "I see that you have a good face and are in a great fortune."

Yeah?

Compared with those who are both parents, is she still lucky?

Sure enough, those who look at the photos can talk nonsense for money.

Ling Shaocheng's footsteps settled to Ling Nuanqing. The woman looked up and saw that he was slender, with a tall figure covering his head, and his eyebrows were very deep, but this person's eyes were very fierce, and his eyes were staring at her as deep as a pool.

"Fortune-teller?"

"Yes, yes, I can show you."

Ling Shaocheng spread his palm and handed it to her. "Then help me see what's my life?"

His fingers are slender and his bones are clear, and he is obviously a pair of hands that make money.

The woman stared at his hand for a long time, then looked at his face. Ling Shaocheng narrowed his eyes, "No need to say anything, I'm tired of hearing it."

There was a look of hesitation on her face, "This gentleman, my life is very strong."

When Ling Nuanqing heard this, he couldn't help but stop his brush. He was so tough that he meant he defeated others?

She didn't want her to continue saying it, "Then show it to me."

Ling Nuanqing handed her palm, "Look at when I will become famous and how is my career?"

The woman held Ling Nuanqing's finger and took money. Of course, she had to say good things, "This girl is lucky and has a strong career line. She can do many big things without relying on men."

Ling Nuanqing nodded, but actually didn't listen at all. She just wanted to send her away quickly.

She wanted to take her hand back, but the woman didn't finish her sentence, so she couldn't make them feel like she was fooling around.

"It's just that girl... you still have a great disaster, so you have to be careful."

Ling Nuanqing is not surprised, and she can think of her routine. Should she talk about the cracking method next?

"Is that so mysterious?"

"What you experience the most in your life is the pain of separation, and the next disaster is also related to it."

Ling Nuanqing felt his heart hang up when he heard this. He couldn't take the initiative to put this into himself, otherwise he would always feel that every word was talking about himself.

Ling Shaocheng's brows were already frowning. Where did the liar come from? There was nothing nice about it in his mouth.

"You mean, will I be separated from others next?"

Who does it mean?

With Ling Shaocheng? Or with two children?

Ling Nuanqing smirked, but she didn't want the man to start thinking about it again, "I'm fine now, where else can I go?"

"Many people always don't believe what they say to us. Everyone has their own life..."

"Okay, I understand." Ling Shaocheng sat down, "You go."

Ling Nuanqing quickly took out a piece of paper money from her bag. She didn't usually bring money, which was a coincidence today.

"Thanks."

The woman took it in her hand, but she still told her a few words, "Girl, be careful."

Ling Shaocheng resisted the urge to let her go, but he didn't want to ruin his mood of finally getting out.

The woman stuffed the money into her bag and looked for her next target.

Seeing Ling Shaocheng's face turned pale, Ling Nuanqing couldn't help laughing at him, "Are you still angry with a fortune teller?"

"What's the saying? Give her the money back."

If he wants to see it, it will be good if it’s money.

"Otherwise, what's going on? I really keep her going and she may be able to pull it out in the past and present lives."

Ling Shaocheng's eyes swept over Ling Nuanqing's face and reached out to touch her hair, "Nuannuan."

"Um."

She whispered.

"Are you... thinking about running again?"

Ling Nuanqing paused with the brush hand and drew a long pencil print on the paper, "Do you think I have this ability?"

Ling Shaocheng looked so tightly. Even if he pressed a pair of wings on her, he might not be able to fly out, right?

"Whether you have this ability or you have this idea, is different."

Ling Nuanqing sat on the long steps, with water facing the lake below, and she shook her legs. "Don't worry, I'm not afraid, do you think that's an easy thing? How great is this now. I'm drawing my favorite paintings, seeing the people I want to meet, and still doing what I want to do..."

Ling Shaocheng raised his chin lightly, and his eyes met Ling Shaocheng's skeptical belief in his eyes, "It's really tiring to hide from others. People who have ever had one will never think of a second time. Do you believe it?"

Her smile was sweet and beautiful, without any falsehood, and a small flower rippled around the corner of her mouth. Ling Shaocheng was drunk.

He nodded, believing.

Ling Shaocheng looked at the children not far away, and he looked at Ling Nuanqing again, "It's too cold here, and his hands are about to freeze."

"You go and accompany them, I'll be fine in a while."

Ling Shaocheng pulled her arm over and held her palm, and it turned out to be cold.

An aunt who set up a street stall came over with a car and looked at the two of them while walking. Maybe she thought they were too funny and it wasn't warm this day, so why did she sit by the river?

"Do you have gloves?" Ling Shaocheng asked her.

The aunt quickly pushed the cart forward. "Yes, yes, my goods are very trendy, you young people will definitely like it."

Ling Shaocheng jumped off the stairs, "The kind that wants to show his fingers."

The aunt took out a bag and took out several pairs of gloves from it. They were made of knitted materials, fancy and some were embroidered with little yellow ducks.

Ling Shaocheng turned around and asked Ling Nuanqing, "Which one do you want?"

"Whatever you want."

The man picked a pair of pure black ones, and the aunt thought he had a bad attitude. "This red one, look at the small green flower on the back of his hand, and the color combination is really amazing."

Ling Shaocheng smiled and refused.

Ling Nuanqing also followed, "Auntie, do you have a hat?"

"Yes, I have."

The aunt took out a bunch of ear-protecting hats, baseball caps, wool caps, etc.

Ling Nuanqing picked the simplest model, and Ling Shaocheng felt unexpected, "What are you going to do?"

"You lower your head and try put it on."
Chapter completed!