Chapter 1325 Angel Boy, Lovable (38)

Well, this is a personal style, and there is no problem to appreciate it from a different angle.

What Su Qiao is worried about is that if there is no one to guide him correctly, his gloomy inner world will continue to be desolate, causing him to fall into doom and go to extremes.

Su Qiao's eyes fell on the looming mountains in the distance, and said with a hint of emotion:

"Actually, it's just that you have experienced relatively few things, and your horizons and hearts are not wide enough. Your heart is limited to a small world, so you feel difficult, and you feel that certain things are invincible and insurmountable."

"When you experience more, maybe you will understand that this matter in front of you is just a small twist in your life, not even a storm."

Su Qiao once again became a bosom friend.

That way, it's quite mysterious, and it's quite like that.

[Cut, speaking is better than singing. 】

444 pouted in the space.

He has always been able to move his mouth without moving his mouth, his heart is not much bigger than the tip of a needle, and a person who will report to Jieji is too embarrassed to say this?

Hmph, do you think everyone is stupid? If you say something old-fashioned, people will believe you.

Next, is the fastest face-slap scene in history.

"I remember."

Jiang Yihan listened very carefully and answered very seriously.

He felt that anything in the hands of the girl in front of him didn't seem to be a big problem.

It was as if the sky was falling and she could bear it.

At this moment, Jiang Yihan felt a sense of enlightenment.

It was as if he had let go of the mountain that had been pressing heavily on his heart, and his whole body was relaxed.

"Let's go, you're hungry, let's go eat cake."

It didn't last for three seconds, and the next moment, Su Qiao, who was already grumbling with hunger, pulled him to the tablecloth.

Regardless of whether it was dirty or not, he sat cross-legged on the grass, picked up a small box of small cakes and stuffed it into his hands:

"Come on, eat quickly. There are also drinks. You can drink whichever you like."

Whatever she gave, Jiang Yihan would eat whatever, honestly, obediently and cleverly.

"Can I come here with you next time?"

Su Qiao scooped up a large spoonful of cake and stuffed it into her mouth, while eating, she said vaguely, "As long as you want, I can accompany you anytime."

"When the holidays are over, we can go further afield, or even go abroad to experience different customs.

Draw them all down, and in the future, we can still have an exhibition. "

She doesn't have any interest in holding art exhibitions, but as long as he wants to.

"A painting exhibition?"

Jiang Yihan had never had such an idea. Specifically, he never dared to have such an extravagant hope.

His biggest dream when he was a child was that his mother wouldn't stop him from painting, and don't tear up and trample his paintings.

"Of course, we can keep it to ourselves if you don't want to."

"We paint not for others, but for ourselves. We express or vent all the things we want to express through painting."

"So painting is actually just a personal hobby and has nothing to do with others."

Su Qiao has always been her own way. What other people think, as long as she doesn't get in the way, she doesn't care at all.

Because doing this is a waste of energy.

"oh, I understand now."

In the spring sunshine, a beautiful girl in a gray and white sportswear with a long black ponytail was talking eloquently while stuffing a cake into her mouth.

Said to him 'paint just for ourselves'.

This scene, like a painting, was forever etched in Jiang Yihan's heart.