After solving the problem, Yan Tao bought a ticket and flew back to Qingyang City.

The handsome boy is wearing black-framed sunglasses, walking like the wind, and his back is as tall as pine and bamboo. His handsome and evil temperament is a scenic spot in the entire airport.

The moment he walked out of the airport, a chubby little old man jumped out next to him, "srprs! Yan!"

Yan Tao

She looked sideways and saw a very familiar face.

Smith.

The boy twitched slightly, and his left hand slapped Smith's shoulder with a cool and handsome face. She glanced at him leisurely, "Smith, our game is very useful first, can we change the second one?"

Smith shook his head: "nnn! Yan! You China has an idiom, it's all the time to try it out! I'm just this trick now, I'll try it out! "

Yan Tao

very good.

Subai pushed the little old man away with her hand, and the young man hooked up at the taxi driver. The car rushed to her, "Classmate, where are you going?"

"Qingzhong."

"Okay!"

Smith watched the boy leave casually, with two dark circles hanging on his eyes, and was about to cry without tears.

Today is a weekday, there are not many people on the street.

Yan Tao stepped out of the car door with his slender legs, and put his one hand in his pocket. The only exposed chin arc was perfect, and the curve of the thin lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling, which smelled bewitching.

"Hey hey, hello!"

George, who had worked hard to find the way, saw someone coming out, and his eyes ran over to ask for the way, "I want to ask, how to go on this road?"

The boy's face, his slightly raised eyebrows fell on George's face through his sunglasses. Well, it seemed a little familiar.

Xiaoqi: Master, isn’t this the painter who chased you for three streets?

Yan Tao: Well, painter.

George's eyes touched the boy's picturesque face, and he was obviously stunned, and asked tentatively, "Are you Yan, Yan Tao?"

He looked down at the address and name on the paper again.

"Yeah," Yan Tao said with a smile, "I'm not."

George scratched his head and stared at Yan Tao without blinking, "Does there be so many good-looking people in China?"

Yan Tao: "No, I am the only one who looks so beautiful in China."

George

Xiaoqi

After teasing George, Yan Tao led the people into the yard. Grandma Jiang was making clothes on the stone table with needles and threads. She raised her head as she heard the sound and showed a kind smile, "Where did this kid come from? Come and show it to grandma."

Yan Tao

What is again?

Thank you, I have never gotten it yet.

George rushed to Grandma Jiang, and glanced at the clothes she had made with excitement and excitement, "Is this Chinese embroidery? I have never seen anyone actually do it? Grandma, how can you do it?"

His eyes were lit up, and he obviously liked it very much.

Grandma Jiang came and put on reading glasses and said, "Do you like it?"

"I like it so much!"

"I can teach you if I like it."

"Really?"

George couldn't believe that he had such good luck.

Ancient embroidery in China is a work of art full of ancient charm.

It makes him excited even if you think about it!

Yan Tao glanced at the two of them casually.

Um.

Grandma Jiang has forgotten that she has a grandson.

very good.

Yan Xiaolian Tao Momo walked into the kitchen, chopped vegetables and cooked.
Chapter completed!