Chapter 215 Ma Gong Tsering’s Abba

Author: Sicilian Fish

Qiu Ying looked at Shangguan Xing: "Give me a pencil and a piece of white paper."

Shangguan Xing brought a pencil and white paper, and after Qiu Ying took them, she began to draw a portrait of Uncle Giza based on her own memory, with Chun Ya standing by to give her advice.

In about half an hour, Uncle Giza's portrait was drawn. Qiu Ying and Chun Ya felt it was almost done, so they handed the portrait to Zhan Dui.

Zhan Dui looked at Qiu Ying with an admiring look: "Mr. Qiu's silent painting speed is very fast, which shows that his sketching skills are solid."

Zhan Dui can talk about silent paintings and sketches at first glance, so it seems that he has studied art before.

Qiu Ying smiled slightly: "Just kidding, I just have a better memory. Director Zhan Dui, has he also studied art?"

Zhan Dui frowned slightly and smiled lightly: "I have been an art teacher for several years, but I haven't touched a pen in five or six years."

His smile at this moment was the most natural and real since we met until now.

At this time, Qiu Ying received a call from the owner of the racecourse, saying that a horse master had seen an uncle named Jiang Baijiza in the pasture at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

Qiuying took a photo of the portrait of Uncle Jiza she drew on her mobile phone, and then said goodbye to Shangguan Xing and Zhan Dui.

The three of them came to the racecourse again. Qiuying showed the portrait of Uncle Giza to the horse master named Gonbu. Gonbo said that it was him and that he was the father of Tsering, the horseman in the pasture under the snow-capped mountains.

When Qiu Ying heard that Uncle Giza's son was a horse worker, she felt even more uncomfortable, and she must have had a stronger desire to return the Dzi Beads to him.

It takes about four or five hours to go back and forth to the ranch from here and walk slowly on horseback.

Qiuying couldn't ride a horse, so she chose a Tibetan horse with a pure character and hired Gongbu as the horse trainer.

Duanmu Feng and Chun Ya can ride horses. Duan Mu Feng chose a brown and black purebred horse, and Chun Ya chose a white horse.

They first came to the peach blossom forest. The small pink petals of the peach blossoms shone with warm light under the sun, coating the entire peach blossom forest with a hazy golden color. A gust of wind blew by, and the peach blossom petals flew like snow.

With such beautiful scenery, the horses seemed reluctant to walk fast and wandered slowly in the forest.

Passing through the peach blossom forest, you can see the endless grassland. In winter, the grassland is like a big white carpet, cold and confused, yet beautiful.

Looking at the dreamy world covered in silver, Duanmu Fengyou shouted twice, raised his whip and spurred his horse to gallop forward. Chun Ya was not willing to lag behind, and then flew away too.

Qiu Ying can only envy her. Apart from riding a bicycle, she has never known any other means of transportation since she was a child.

After a while, Duanmu Feng whipped his whip with one hand and held the reins with the other, and came back in a circle. Looking from a distance, his posture was not to mention very elegant.

He slowly pulled the reins and stopped the horse beside Qiu Ying's horse. He stretched out his hand towards Qiu Ying calmly and freely: "Come here, I will take you to run."

Qiu Ying shrank her neck and shook her head desperately: I don't want it, I don't want to die yet.

Chun Ya also shouted to her: "Sister Ying'er, give it a try, it will be great!"

Duan Mufeng got off his horse, walked to her side, put one hand on her waist and the other on her leg, staring at her: "Believe me, as long as you hold me tight, you won't fall."

Qiu Ying still shook her head. She was reluctant to try this kind of attempt that was not within her control.
Chapter completed!