After the exhibition, some of Qingyou's paintings were honored to be chosen by the museum and will continue to be displayed in the museum for another month. In this way, Qingyou has more reasons to stay. She understands Zhou Han and is anxious.
It will have the opposite effect, so it is better to wait patiently. Zhou Han's trustworthiness and sense of responsibility are the foundation for him to create the Tianhan Kingdom. In this case, why should I rush for a while? She is a smart woman, and she naturally knows how to avoid it at the right time.
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Yang Yifeng came to the hotel early in the morning to find Qingyou, "Qingyou, Zhou Han has found a house for you in the suburbs. It should be suitable for you to paint. Let me help you move there."
"House?" Qingyou felt a little confused. Why are you looking for a house for me? You don't want me to disturb you so much? "Okay, I'm planning to look for it too~"
"Then hurry up and pack up. I will be your free coolie today." After saying this, Yang Yifeng added earnestly, "Qingyou, where is the place for you..."
Of course Qingyou heard what he meant and forced a smile, "Yeah, I know!"
The car drove into a European-style villa on the beachfront in the suburbs. It was quiet and fresh here, facing the sea. Qingyou was naturally very happy, Zhou Han still understood her, and thinking this way made up for the loss just now.
Yang Yifeng stopped the car, got out of the car, spread his hands, and breathed in the air, "Qingyou, this place is so beautiful, Zhou Han still understands your thoughts."
"Haha..." It would be better if he could live here with me. I hope that day will not be far away.
Yang Yifeng thought silently, Qingyou, I understand you better than Zhou Han, why can't you look at me?
"Don't be in a daze, go in and take a look!" Qingyou urged, walking to the box in the trunk.
"Oh," Yang Yifeng took the box in her hand, "I'll do it, you go and open the door!"
Qingyou turned the key as carefully as opening a magic gift box. The layout inside did not disappoint her. The large floor-to-ceiling windows, simple and warm decoration, the spacious hall and the specially designed studio were connected together, full of rich artistic atmosphere.
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Qingyou immediately saw the silver-white piano in the hall. She walked to the piano and gently touched the specks of dust on it with her fingers. She slowly sat down, turned up the piano cover, touched the keys, and the piano sounded
The clear and sweet sound made her play it unconsciously.
The memories from five years ago were replayed in her mind like a movie reel. Zhou Han sat next to her and listened to her playing quietly. He would also take the opportunity to cause trouble and deliberately play a few times with his hands, but she could still play it with a smile.
After playing the song, it still sounds pleasant to the ears.
Qingyou played the music from back then, her technique was very jerky, her hands now belonged to oil paintings; she turned her head, there was nothing around her, Zhou Han was not there, Zhou Han now belonged to Ningxia Xia, she couldn't help but shed tears...
"Qingyou, what's wrong?" Yang Yifeng asked with concern, weren't you fine just now? Why did you cry while playing?
"I miss Zhou Han!" Qingyou stopped and looked at the man who loved her deeply with tearful eyes, "Yifeng, help me make an appointment with Zhou Han, just say you come here for a dinner, then I can see him
Already."
Yang Yifeng helplessly whispered one word, "Okay!"
"Haha," Qingyou turned to look at the piano with empty eyes, "Let's call everyone..." Isn't it just three months? I have been waiting for five years to come here, no less than three months!
Yang Yifeng didn't say anything, just nodded and carried her suitcase upstairs. Qingyou wiped her tears and followed behind.
"Yifeng, I'm sorry..." Qingyou knew what Yang Yifeng was thinking. She shouldn't always ask him to do this or that unconditionally.
Yang Yifeng ignored it and opened a room directly. "This room facing south should be the master bedroom." He put down the box. "It is spacious and bright, and you can see the sea."
"Yifeng, I'm sorry," Qingyou continued, "I don't want to lose you too, I didn't mean to take advantage of you..."
Yang Yifeng turned back to the apologetic Qingyou, suddenly grabbed her shoulders as if she had lost her mind, and pressed her down on the bed.
"Yifeng..." Qingyou exclaimed, "What...are you doing?..."