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After getting up in the morning, he ate a bowl of tofu brain and two pancakes in a breakfast shop near the dormitory. Ye Zhiran bought two newspapers to read. This was his habit. When he turned to the second page, he saw some articles commemorating the early revolution in China. He remembered that today was the anniversary of the death of the founding leader, and he couldn't help but feel sad. In the long river of history, everyone's life is short, and so is great men.

It has only been more than two years since I left the provincial capital, but the changes have been great. The road from J to Chengzhonghu has completely changed. Think about it, after the reform and opening up, the country has developed rapidly with each passing day, especially in big cities, and the construction speed is far ahead. Roads, bridges, and tall buildings are changing with each passing day, and at the same time, the low old buildings continue to disappear. Therefore, Ye Zhiran feels that it is very different when he takes this road two years later.

After listening to Chen Rong's revelation last night, he planned to go to Painter Zhu's house today to see what was going on. He knew that Painter Zhu was a freelancer and was more likely to stay at home in the morning. So, after breakfast, he walked slowly along Zhongshan Road towards the lakeside, intending to walk through the beautiful lakeside to his house. On the one hand, he could exercise and experience the scenery.

When he arrived at the lakeside, Ye Zhiran looked at the lake and mountains as he walked. The rising sun spread the light on the calm lake surface, and the rippling waves turned red. A peach tree and a willow tree lined up in two orderly. He walked up a long lift and passed a small bridge, and was surprised to find that Painter Zhu and Huang Yuwen were walking towards each other and met unexpectedly.

"Huh? Painter Zhu, Huang Yuwen." Ye Zhiran stopped and said hello.

The two of them were talking while walking, but they didn't notice Ye Zhiran. After hearing the scream, they looked up and painter Zhu immediately said happily: "That's great, Xiao Ye is simply Song Gongming."

Ye Zhiran asked in surprise: "Painter Zhu is saying something strange. How could I become Song Jiang in time?"

Painter Zhu laughed and said, "I'm going to the Painting Academy for a meeting in the morning, Huang Yuwen is going to sketch, and I'm discussing what to do. You're here just in time, accompany Huang Yuwen."

Isn't this to catch him as a strong man? Treat him as an idle person. Ye Zhiran is a little confused. He looked at Huang Yuwen again and saw that she was carrying a large painting board, and the strap on the painting board was cross-buckled against her chest, which marked out the outline of her chest. She was holding paper and pen in her hand. Seeing that she was dressed like a maid in the play, she couldn't help but look at her carefully.

Where is Huang Yuwen? Seeing that Ye Zhiran had no time to say hello, when he heard Painter Zhu say this happily, he looked at Ye Zhiran with some expectation.

Ye Zhiran felt unable to refuse. Look at a beautiful woman carrying such a big drawing board on her back and holding something in her hand. If she meets a big gangster on the road, the little pervert can't escape! This? Heroes should always save Mei, right? Or should they help Mei?

Ye Zhiran scratched his head and said, "Painter Zhu, I originally planned to go to your house. You asked the people from the community office to bring me a message. Could it be that I was the only one who worked as a coolie to accompany your disciples to sketch?"

Painter Zhu smiled and waved his hand and said, "That's two of my friends thought of registering a company in your community and working in the cultural industry. I want you to support me."

Ye Zhiran said: "This is no problem, the cultural industry is also the support target of our community."

Painter Zhu said: "This matter will be discussed someday. Now I will hand over Huang Yuwen to you. I will rush to the meeting."

Can Ye Zhiran still say "no"? He nodded immediately and said, "Okay, go, and Huang Yuwen will be handed over to me."

When Huang Yuwen heard this, she was a little unhappy and protested: "What do you mean to give it to you? I can't explain it clearly, I'm giving you my things!" As she said that, she stopped, untied the strap on her chest, and untied the drawing board.

Ye Zhiran's eyes followed the movements of her delicate hands, and she wanted to go up and help her untie her belt, but she didn't pay attention to when Painter Zhu left. Huang Yuwen untied the painting board and glanced at him. Seeing his wandering eyes, her face turned red and she scolded him angrily: "Student Ye, what are you doing with a thief? Why don't you help me get something?"

Although Ye Zhiran can keep a normal mind in front of his leaders and subordinates, he will be stunned in front of the beauty, otherwise Nian Yue would not call him "wood". Hearing Huang Yuwen's soft rebuke, he dullly stepped forward and picked up her things. But the drawing board was too big, and it wouldn't be comfortable to hold it.

Huang Yuwen said, "I'm stupid! It's better to carry it on my body like I did just now."

Ye Zhiran clumsyly picked up the drawing board and carried it behind his back, but he didn't know how to buckle the straps.

Seeing his clumsy look, Huang Yuwen hummed in dissatisfaction and said, "Just pretend! Can't you even do this?"

Ye Zhiran muttered, "I don't paint, how can I know how to hold up such a big thing on my back?"

Huang Yuwen saw that he didn't look fake, and then thought again, after all, he was helping her get something. She went up to help him wrap the straps from behind to his chest, and buckled the buttons on his chest with both hands.

Ye Zhiran stood there, motionless like a sculpture. Seeing her dexterous hands on his chest, she completed the work like a butterfly wearing a flower in a few strokes, she couldn't help but smile and praise: "What a clever hand! It's not a shame that she is a beautiful painter."

Huang Yuwen blushed after hearing this. She wanted to refute a few words but didn't know what to say. She could only glar at him fiercely. She saw that his clumsy look on his back was very different from his previous image. She looked a little out of place, and couldn't help but smile.

Ye Zhiran said, "Okay, beautiful painter, where can we go to sketch?"

Huang Yuwen pointed to the green mountain opposite the lake and said, "Go up the mountain."

Ye Zhiran said in surprise and protested: "As the saying goes, if you look at the mountain and run to death, do you really plan to treat me as a horse?"

Huang Yuwen couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you a horse? I see you like a donkey."

Ye Zhiran pretended to be aggrieved and said, "No wonder you took it away. Why did I come here early in the morning?"

Huang Yuwen knew he was joking, so she glanced at him and said comfortably: "What's wrong with coming here early in the morning? The scenery here is not everywhere." She raised her snow-white neck slightly and joked, "You have beauty around you now, and you can admire the beautiful scenery of the motherland with your eyes. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

Ye Zhiran said: "You are watching the scenery here, and others are watching you there. Don't you know that you are also a scenery in the eyes of others?"

These words blurted out, but they were extremely mysterious. Huang Yuwen couldn't help but become obsessed with it after thinking about it.

She had seen this classic sentence in her articles before, but she didn't expect that she would say it from his mouth at this time and still touched her heart at once.

Seeing that she was silent and silent, Ye Zhiran couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? What are you thinking? A beautiful painter?"

Huang Yuwen's mood still did not completely escape from it. When she heard Ye Zhiran also called her "beautiful painter", she said, "Don't call me that, just call me Yuwen."

Ye Zhiran stopped pretending and said, "Yuwen, let's go. We stand like this and stare blankly. Others think that the two of us are having a quarrel."

Huang Yuwen opened her beautiful eyes wide and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with me? Why do they think so?"

Ye Zhiran joked: "This? Let's see us. The man's jade tree is in the wind and the woman's fairy descends to earth. Such a perfect match is that the two of them are dazed and stupid by the lake. Don't you think we have a quarrel? It would be a big shame."

"Bah!" Huang Yuwen spat and said, "You are still in the wind! You don't look at your own appearance? You clumsyly carry a drawing board, and at most you are a book boy." He turned around and took two steps, and ordered Ye Zhiran to be arrogant and said, "Bahn, hurry up and keep up."

Ye Zhiran sighed and said, "In Changjia, I am still a village head, and many beauties are thinking of ways to make me corrupt. When you come to you, you will be scolded for being a book boy."

Huang Yuwen looked at him and asked with a straight face: "Then are you corrupt?"

Ye Zhiran hurriedly said, "I am a gentleman who is calm and unwilling to do so. How could I be corrupt?"

Huang Yuwen snorted and ignored his words. After walking a few steps, it might be that Ye Zhiran's words just now touched a string in her heart, and she said with emotion: "Xiao Ye, I'll call you Xiao Ye. Why do you think people must get married when they grow up? In fact, living alone alone can do whatever they like, such as singing and painting, isn't that great?"

Ye Zhiran couldn't keep up with her rapidly changing thinking and said in surprise: "How can a girl like you not get married? I wonder how many men are around you and take you as the center."

Huang Yuwen said mischievously: "Is that so? Why don't I know?"

Ye Zhiran said: "Beautiful girls are like stars in the sky. Every planet will have many other stars surrounding them. They are attracted by her at the same time and are her loyal followers. But some of these followers are closer, and some are a little further away. Sooner or later, the existence of these stars you will find will be combined with one of them sooner or later."

This passage was stunned again when Huang Yuwen heard this.

In her arrogant heart, no man had ever said something similar to her. Oh my God! How could he say such a wonderful word? How could he say such a wonderful word?! She felt that somewhere in her deepest heart suddenly became very weak and weak, and the hardest part in her heart was slowly melting.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses and said to Ye Zhiran: "I won't leave, just draw here. Maybe the scenery I see here is the most beautiful."

Ye Zhiran took off the drawing board on her body, fixed it with a bracket, stood beside her, watched her take out the paintbrush, and sketched it. The breeze blew across her clothes, and the girl's beautiful figure stood quietly by the lake. She captured the natural scenery with her bright eyes, as if she was completely integrated with the surrounding environment.
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