84. Chapter 84 Qingqing is Qingmei?

Author: Shi Meng Qiu Shui Qing

Chapter 84 Qingqing is Qingmei?

"Hey, honey, where is the person named Fu?"

Jiang Dongwan held back his anger, but found no trace of Fu Liang for a long time.

Su Wanqiu looked up and saw that Ling Zhenzhen had disappeared at some point.

"Stop looking for me. I just saw Li Anye on the way back. As expected, he took me away."

Mu Zhichao held up his chin and saw Su Wanqiu finished eating the snacks in his hand. He took out a bag of marshmallows and gave them to her, feeding her snacks constantly.

Su Wanqiu tore open the package, threw a piece of sweet marshmallow into his mouth, and then took out one and gave it to Mu Zhichao, who smiled and prepared to eat it.

Just as he was about to bite it, Su Wanqiu immediately retracted his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I didn't tell you, so don't be so sentimental!"

Okay, I shouldn’t believe it!

Mu Zhichao licked his lips, and then kept looking at Su Wanqiu's side face. No matter how he looked at it, he just couldn't get enough of it.

Look at her with a cold face, look at her with a slight smile, look at her in a daze...

In short, all I can think about is her.

"Tsk, Mr. Mu, can you restrain your gaze?"

Su Wanqiu seemed embarrassed by him and excused herself to go to the bathroom. Jiang Dongwan curled her lips and said.

"My Huanwan is beautiful, but your crazy face scares everyone who sees it!"

Mu Zhichao wiped the corners of his mouth. Well, there was indeed some saliva.

"I'll pay attention next time!"

"What should I pay attention to?"

"Be careful not to drool!"

"????Are we talking about the same thing?"

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"Miss Su, Mr. Huang is waiting for you!"

As soon as Su Wanqiu came out of the bathroom, she met an assistant-like figure waiting for her.

She thought for a while and didn't refuse, so she went all the way to the lounge.

Mr. Huang was sitting on the sofa in a daze, with her painting in front of him.

Yes, Su Wanqiu finally sold it.

After all, you are a fool if you don’t make money, as long as you make money!

"Old Huang!"

Su Wanqiu called out. Although she felt awkward, she still held it back.

"Girl Su is here? Sit down!"

Mr. Huang was not polite and only regarded her as his descendant, which made Su Wanqiu even more uncomfortable.

"Speaking of which, I also want to thank you!"

Huang Lao closed his eyes. He originally thought that he would never see any trace of that man in the world again, but he didn't expect that in his old age he would still be able to see such traces of this painting.

Fifty years later, he can still feel the throbbing of the past.

"Why is Mr. Huang so interested in my paintings?"

Su Wanqiu asked her question. She really couldn't figure out why Mr. Huang was so obsessed.

It stands to reason that her traces have been cleared away long ago, and other than those in Shenshan Hall, others should not care.

"Actually, what I like is the power and painting style."

There was a trace of nostalgia in Huang Lao's tone, it was still a story from when he was young.

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"Comrade, your pen!"

Huang Yi hurriedly ran until he was in front of a girl wearing a white plum blossom cheongsam, and then he hurriedly handed over the pen.

"Thank you!"

The girl thanked her softly, and he seemed to be able to smell the fragrance between the tips of her hair. He wondered if she washed her hair with flower petals every day, giving off a fresh floral fragrance.

Huang Yi was stunned. The girl disappeared and it was already a few months later when she saw her again.

At that time, he was sketching in the mountains and forests, and came across a girl sitting alone in front of a bamboo house in the deep forest, painting. The painting was a luxurious mansion, not the ruins in front of him.

He was very surprised and stepped forward to hand over his kettle. The girl only smiled lightly and did not take it.

After that, he would come here every day, and the girl came here half a month later, until one day half a month later.

"Huang Yi, I won't be coming starting tomorrow!"

"Why?"

Huang Yi covered his chest, feeling that the girl's words had torn out a piece of his heart.

"I want to find someone, someone who is very important to me!"

The breeze blew the girl's long hair away, and the blue ribbon was blown away.

Huang Yi wanted to keep the girl and tell her that he liked her.

"Huang Yi, I am very grateful to you these days. This painting is given to you. If one day I see the same person, maybe we will meet again!"

The girl said goodbye to him under the pear tree. He only felt that the girl was like a breeze. Once it blew away, it would be difficult to see him again in this life.

He stretched out his hand, trying to hold back the gust of wind in his hand.

But he missed her. It was as if the girl didn't exist. He couldn't catch her no matter how hard he tried.

"What's your name? Where can I find you?"

He shouted, and for a long time the breeze brought her unreal voice.

"Qingqing, you and I are about to say goodbye!"

From that day on, Qingqing never appeared in his world again, and it has been fifty years since he waited until now.

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"Miss Su, Miss Su?"

Su Wanqiu came to his senses and noticed Huang Yi's worried eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Su Wanqiu hurriedly shook his head, but his pale face could not be concealed.

At that moment, she realized something.

She should have seen it, or should have realized it on the first day.

Qingqing, Qingmei, they are so similar, why would I admit my mistake?

"Maybe Qingqing is still there?"

Su Wanqiu murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!