"Oh, there are so many strange things in Australia." She felt that she was really ignorant, and she suddenly gained a lot of knowledge when she came to Australia.
Wang Aoshuang happily watched the various scenery along the way, and was extremely excited.
But Ling Ang always walked quietly to her left. Sometimes their positions were reversed, and he would quietly circle back to her left.
She didn't care at first, but over time, she became curious, "Ling Ang, why do you always walk on my left?"
Ling Ang glanced at her and said lightly: "Because in Australia, there are usually more cars on the left."
Wang Aoshuang looked at him quietly, feeling a faint feeling in her heart. Suddenly she didn't know what to say. She felt that this man was always so meticulous in everything that he was speechless.
The two then went to Federation Square, which is said to be "the ugliest square in the world". There were many performers in the square. Some were painting, some were playing and singing, and some were dancing hip-hop.
"Look, the characters painted by that young man over there are so beautiful. I want to ask him to paint one for me." She looked at the man happily.
A young man is seriously drawing a woman with long flowing hair, a quiet expression, and a noble temperament like a princess.
"This young man is not an artist. He is probably painting his beloved."
"Oh, how do you know?" She turned her head and asked him curiously.
Ling Ang looked up at the bright moon. His shiny face looked a little ethereal under the moonlight, and his eyes were dotted with light.
"Because when I was his age, I would come here to paint. When I first came to Australia, I was always in a gloomy mood. Whenever I felt depressed, I would come here."
It's just that every time he draws the same picture, it's a girl in a white skirt - the girl in his memory.
Ever since he met her that time, his soul seemed to have been taken away by her, and her shadow occupied his entire heart.
Wang Aoshuang blinked slightly. Could it be that he was drawing a certain sweetheart like this young man?
"If you like a portrait, I can draw one for you."
Surprise appeared on her fair face, "Can you draw?"
Complexity flashed across Ling Ang's face, and his voice was somewhat emotional, "Before I was 17 years old, my dream was to become a fashion designer. Drawing is the most basic skill for design."
She couldn't help but remember that when they first met, he gave her the clothes he designed. But she didn't know why he only designed white clothes.
She smiled gratefully and said, "Okay, thank you then."
The two then went to the famous Sydney Tower, where they had a bird's-eye view of the entire city from the highest sightseeing platform in the Southern Hemisphere.
Sydney is so beautiful at night with its bright lights and dazzling neon lights.
"Look at the sky over there." Ling Ang pointed to the vast night sky, "There are four shining stars there connected to form a "ten". That is the Southern Cross constellation, which cannot be seen in our country."
She raised her eyes and saw that there were indeed a few dazzling stars in the vast sky, just forming a cross. "Is this the Southern Cross on the Australian flag?"
"Yeah. Yes. This constellation is very magical. Legend has it that if you sincerely make a wish to it, your wish will come true."
"Oh?" She was dubious, "There are many things in the world that are said to make wishes come true, but none of them seem to be so effective."