Chapter 931: R Country News (4)

Mu Jinchen also nodded in agreement. There are many capable people in this world. Those who create street three-dimensional paintings can be called artists.

As she passed by, there were all kinds of ingenious and lifelike three-dimensional paintings. Some were painted directly on the floor, some were painted on the walls, and some were even painted on lampposts. She never underestimated the broad masses of the people. The wisdom, and the more outstanding artistic cells of the people, can only keep pressing the shutter of the camera in an attempt to capture these precious works of art into the camera.

"It's a pity that Ran Ran can't come. She studied painting herself, and she loves these weird street arts even more."

Mu Jinchen clasped his hands behind his back and watched the little woman holding up her SLR and patting her hands, as happy as a little girl who had just been released.

He was in a good mood, and occasionally he couldn't help but take out his mobile phone to take pictures of her agile appearance. In his opinion, Wushuang was already the most beautiful scenery in his eyes.

"It's not like we can't come again. If you like it, you can do it with her again next time."

There is no problem with the security of this country. Even if the two girls are allowed to do it again alone, Mu Jinchen doesn't think it will be a big problem.

"I almost wanted to stay. It was so shocking."

Wushuang took pictures, said "Hey" suddenly, and stood in front of a mural that seemed to be embedded in the wall.

The content of the mural is very simple. The background looks like an autumn French plane tree avenue, with dark yellow fallen leaves of French plane trees everywhere. A young woman is sitting on a simple long bench, her calm and beautiful eyes are thoughtful. Staring into the distance, with a little nostalgia, a little expectation, a little sadness...

It was a very complicated emotion. However, what made Wushuang stop was not the artistic conception of this painting, but the appearance of the woman in the painting...

Mu Jinchen obviously noticed it too, his handsome eyebrows were furrowed, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his voice was a little unhappy when he spoke, "Who drew it after you?"

Wushuang came back to her senses from the man's words, smiled heartily, and locked her eyes with the man's gaze, "Mu Jinchen, don't you think she looks more like Ms. Xia who is thirty years younger?"

Mu Jinchen didn't know who she was talking about for a moment, but his handsome eyebrows were still furrowed. Wushuang stood up on his toes and playfully poked his eyebrows, "You idiot, my mother."

Mu Jinchen suddenly realized it. He looked at the painting carefully again, his frown relaxed a little, and finally nodded affirmatively, "It is indeed mother."

Wushuang and Xia Muxue have similar temperaments and similar looks, but the biggest difference is their eyes. Xia Muxue is a little extraordinary and refined. When she frowns slightly, her eyes will show this slight melancholy; Wushuang is pure and smart, with eyebrows and eyes. Some smiles rise before they say anything. The amplitude is not big. It is almost invisible when they are not speaking. But just by gently bending the corners of the lips, spring flowers will bloom. Mu Jinchen also loves her eyes very much. , I’ve kissed there countless times, so it’s easy to tell the difference.

He stepped forward, dipped his fingers into the paint on which he was standing, looked around again before looking back and said, "The paint is not completely dry yet, the painter should still be nearby."

Wushuang also noticed it and looked around subconsciously. There were many unfinished murals around. However, at noon, the artists didn't know if they had gone to have dinner. There were only a few tourists in the entire long art street. , no one who paints exists.