In November, the winter rain period has not yet completely entered, and the rainfall is not heavy yet.
The drizzle turns into dewdrops and condenses on the leaves and grass, giving off a fresh and natural breath, green and dripping.
Annuo carried a simple drawing board and stool on his back, and held a brush, palette and some paints in his hands.
Although his main occupation is goldsmithing, if he wants to relax, he naturally chooses oil painting.
He came to the river, put down his luggage and the concentration and tension when studying and working, and breathed in the fresh water vapor in the air.
The long hair is still growing and is often taken care of. It is spread very smoothly behind Annuo and is gently blown by the wind.
Now Annuo is almost 18 years old and 180cm tall. Although he usually eats well, he still looks a little thin.
After finding a good viewing spot, Annuo placed the simple easel and prepared to start painting.
He wants to paint a landscape oil painting and plans to finish it before going back.
While he was enjoying his art, a figure appeared not far from him, secretly observing his every move.
The figure in the dark looked at Annuo and scratched his head: "Is that person the so-called artist?"
An Nuo was so focused on painting that he didn't even notice what was behind him.
The figure in the dark came for a picnic today. She thought it was an ordinary deserted grassland by the river, but she didn't expect that there were already guests before she came.
On Annuo's canvases, the prototypes of rivers, trees, grass, stones, and other objects have all appeared on the paper.
The girl in the dark saw that Annuo had not noticed her, so she became bolder and walked out of the woods.
An Nuo also turned his head when he heard the movement.
The two people's eyes met and they were both stunned.
Annuo's long black hair was blown by the wind, and he could only use his little finger to tidy up his hair so that he could see the girl clearly.
The girl was a little curious.
"Hello, sir." The girl greeted him proactively.
"Hello, miss." The other party greeted him first, and Annuo had no choice but to stand up and return the greeting.
"Are you an artist? Sir." Annuo saw the girl clearly.
The long burgundy hair may be naturally curly, but it actually has a rare wavy hairstyle.
The girl is very beautiful, but she is not so beautiful that people fall in love with her at first sight. She just happens to have a reasonable combination of facial features.
Wearing noble attire, an exquisite outing dress and small leather shoes, she looked at Annuo from a distance.
"Yes, I am an artist." An Nuo just looked at it for a moment and then withdrew his gaze.
Judging from the appearance of the girl, she is only fifteen or sixteen years old.
Seeing that Annuo could communicate, the girl got together and tasted Annuo's works.
"Don't all artists create art?" Looking at the exquisite and realistic scenery created by Annuo, the girl expressed different opinions.
"Um?"
"You are just copying nature, is this art?" The girl didn't quite understand, but she asked bravely.
But Annuo was not angry, instead there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
This unknown girl gave him some inspiration.
"My name is Lawrence Anno Falgault. May I know your name?"
"I'm Halli." The girl showed a standard smile, "Hali Baharguli Owais."
"Ovis..." Annuo thought about it for a moment and found that he had this surname in his memory.