Author: Yigu Qingjiu

—Northern Shanxi—

A dull and lonely night.

The rain came suddenly and stayed for a long time.

Pedestrians on the roadside were walking in a hurry, sometimes holding umbrellas, sometimes closing umbrellas, going back and forth, feeling very depressed.

The rain falls and stops, as it pleases, with no rules, and its intentions are unclear.

A brightly lit bedroom.

Raindrops beat against the window, making it heavy.

Lin Xia sat at the table, holding her mobile phone and looking at the pictures on the screen, her emotions began to fluctuate in her heart.

Her long hair was spread loosely, falling on her cheeks, and the depths of her slightly narrowed eyes shone with an unpredictable light.

She stared at the picture for a long time, her expression changing, sometimes struggling, sometimes relaxed, sometimes gloomy.

After a long time, she clicked on Weibo.

As soon as the interface came out, the 'Northern Shanxi Creative Mural Competition Official' that she was following had released a new update three hours ago, which dynamically displayed:

The registration period is about to end...

I wish in advance that all contestants will shine and win awards. At the same time...

We sincerely hope that your work will be included in the "202X Northern Shanxi Creative Mural Grand Prix Collection".

At that time, the entire contest will be followed and reported by Shanbei Radio and Television Station, and feature films will be edited and produced.

Dear contestants, come on!

Seeing this, Lin Xia locked her eyes on the word 'portfolio' and looked at it as if she thought of something. She took a deep breath and shrank her fingertips, as if she was hesitating.

‘Dong Dong’

There was a knock on the door.

Lin Xia immediately came back to her senses, quickly turned off the screen of her phone and put it on the table. She stretched out her hand to smooth her long hair, took a deep breath, and calmed down her emotions.

"Xia Xia, mom is coming in."

"Okay." She stood up and greeted him with a smile.

The door was pushed open, and a woman walked in with a fruit plate in her hand and a gentle smile. "You didn't eat much for dinner. Mom prepared some fruit for you."

"Thank you, Mom." Lin Xia took it with a smile.

"Mom, do you think I will win the Best Creative Award?" Lin Xia asked, looking forward to it.

The woman smiled gently, thinking that she was about to compete, and she was feeling nervous, so she encouraged her:

"Of course, my Xia Xia is so great, not only will she win an award, but your work will also shine!"

"Thank you, Mom." Lin Xia smiled shyly.

The woman touched the top of her hair with kind eyes and said, "Mom, I won't disturb you anymore. Don't stay up too late."

After saying this, the woman turned around and went out, and the door was closed.

Lin Xia put the fruit plate aside and lit up her phone.

This time, she did not hesitate and quickly uploaded two photos and edited a few words.

Xia Xia, who loves murals: Practice casually today.

【Picture】【Picture】

After posting the news, she refreshed it.

But I just posted it and it has already received dozens of likes and seven or eight comments.

Recently, the mural competition has been promoted everywhere in order to build momentum. Many people from other cities throughout northern Shanxi are looking forward to this competition.

Therefore, she also received a lot of attention.

In the past, with her popularity, this kind of speed of likes and comments did not exist.

But now, both likes and comments are actively increasing, and they are all praise:

【No. 1, Xia Xia is great!】

[Has Xia Xia signed up for the competition? She paints so well, don’t waste the opportunity to become famous! 】

【Another day to be impressed by Xia Xia’s talent】

[Xia Xia is a fairy, she has a sweet voice and is so talented. I will always support Xia Xia! 】

[Wow, the lady is great, follow her and follow her]

Most of the comments below are from her fans.

Seeing the compliments that filled the screen, Lin Xia's lips raised involuntarily, and an obscure light flashed in her eyes.

She kept refreshing the posts, looking at those words of praise, which inflated her already huge vanity, and she couldn't help but start to indulge in it.

Her brain has subconsciously ignored those questioning words. For example, a netizen said:

[It looks good, but I always feel that these two pictures don’t look like they were drawn by the same person.]

His comment received a few likes, but was quickly buried under the thumbs-up comments.

Lin Xia didn't notice at all.

She quit Weibo with satisfaction, took a look at the time, and made up her mind not to practice any more before the game, but to recharge her batteries and prepare for the game two days later.

——

The next morning.

The clouds recede and the sunshine blooms.

Su Mian had breakfast, went back to her room to change clothes, and was about to go to the studio. On the way, she received a video call from Li Shen.

The curtains in the room were opened, and the light from the sun cast a dim light on Su Mian.

She was talking to Li Shen, mysteriously, "Brother, I have a bad feeling."

"What premonition?"

Li Shen looked at her and felt that his throat was dry and astringent.

Wearing suspenders and a V-neck, shrouded in the sun, the little girl exuded a softness and charm.

What the hell kind of clothes is this?

"I have a feeling that I might be framed in this mural competition." Su Mian smacked her lips, looking helpless.

She said aggrievedly, "Brother, I feel like I had a hard time growing up. I was kidnapped, infected with viruses, and framed. It's so sad."

She said, blinking her peach blossom eyes.

She was clearly smiling and pretending to be pitiful, but there seemed to be a layer of mist in her eyes, which made Li Shen just want to hold her in his arms and pamper her.

"Do you need my help?" he asked in a low voice.

Intending to frame his little girl?

His sword is always at the ready...

"No, I can handle it." Su Mian smiled at him, "I won't let her bully her, not to mention this is a competition and my reputation is involved."

"Then stand up and let me take a look."

Li Shen said this suddenly, and the topic changed so quickly that Su Mian didn't react for a moment.

She was stunned for a moment, then stood up, pulled her chair back, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Shen didn't say a word, but a sentence came to his mind:

She wore a small skirt today, and he...

You can only look at it, not touch it.

Li Shen rubbed his fingers, the light in his eyes flickering on and off, and his throat was as dry as fire and needed to be extinguished.

Su Mian didn't understand what was wrong with him, and kept standing still. The purple floral dress made her skin extremely white, and the pleated design on the chest gave her a clear sense of layering.

The fragrant shoulders and collarbones made Li Shen's eyes warm.

I want to bully her, the cruel kind.

"Brother, why don't you say anything? It's time for me to arrive, how about we talk in the evening?" Su Mian asked.

"Are you going out like this?" Li Shen's voice was low and hoarse, and he stared at her collar for a moment.

Su Mian was stunned for a moment, then looked at him.

Someone's gaze was so hot it seemed like it could burn her.

The words he asked were full of resentment.

Su Mian understood immediately, and she smiled sullenly, "Of course not, I still have to carry a bag and wear a coat."

As she spoke, she put on a coat that matched her skirt, spun around in circles, then stopped and asked:

"Brother, this skirt was bought for me by my father and Aunt Yun when they were shopping. Does it look good?"

Li Shen gritted his teeth and said, "It looks good."

Can he say it doesn't look good?

Questioning the vision of his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, should he still want to marry a wife?
Chapter completed!