When Li Yunzhe saw Wang Ruolei, who was dressed beautifully every day, she was already deeply in love and couldn't extricate herself.

Wang Ruolei looked at the attentive Li Yunzhe, who followed his mother to pack up his things and prepare to do business at eleven o'clock every night, always rushing to help him move this and that, and the fool also knew that this guy was chasing him.

Wang Ruolei doesn't hate Li Yunzhe, but she doesn't like it either. She was embarrassed to always ask Li Yunzhe to help, and Aunt Xiaoqing persuaded her not to be polite every time. Wang Ruolei could feel that Aunt Xiaoqing was deliberately pushing herself towards her son.

Wang Ruolei is only 18 years old, and she doesn't know much about the tricks of a Shanghai woman. These tricks had unknowingly woven a big net for her, and it was not so easy for her to escape.

If it weren't for meeting Yang Fan, then Wang Ruolei might have been willing to be wrapped in Aunt Xiaoqing's net and live a small life in Shanghai.

But how can the so-called red face and troubled water live a stable life so easily?

Yang Fan came to Shanghai during the eleventh day of the National Day, he is from the Fine Arts Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and his painting is very good. He heard that the buildings on Nanjing Road were very suitable for sketching, so he planned to paint the scenery here during the National Day Day.

On the day of the 11th, Shanghai was crowded with more than one million tourists, Yang Fan painted the buildings of Nanjing Road during the day and the scenery of the Huangpu River at night. Until midnight, I was reluctant to go back to the hotel.

Yang Fan carried a sketchpad on his back and wandered around Nanjing Road at midnight. He saw so many people doing business at the night market, and it occurred to him that he could make some money by sketching others.

Yang Fan was strolling around, looking for his sketch object, he thought that he would first find a character who could show his painting level, and draw a character sketch for her/him for free, and when passers-by saw his painting level, it was estimated that he would be able to make some money.

When Yang Fan passed by Wang Ruolei's stall, he found that there were many customers here, so he also went up to see what good things were sold.

In this world, there are many kinds of love, and there is one of the most breathtaking and irresistible, called "love at first sight".

But this kind of love comes and goes as quickly as it comes, because it is completely controlled by human hormones. Once you get in touch with each other, especially after getting each other, the attraction of hormones will decline rapidly, everyone's shortcomings will continue to be exposed in front of each other, and finally breaking up unhappily is the only outcome.

From the moment Yang Fan saw Wang Ruolei, his eyes seemed to be nailed to her, and he couldn't move them away.

Yang Fan is a person who loves to paint, and it is difficult to control himself when he sees beautiful things, let alone such a stunner who is shy of flowers in the closed moon.

Yang Fan found a public bench opposite Wang Ruolei's booth and sat down, set up his own drawing board, and began to draw this girl who made him unable to take his eyes off.

Yang Fan was completely immersed in his own sketching, and before he knew it, several people were already gathered behind him to watch him paint.

Wang Ruolei didn't notice at first that there was a person painting across from her, but later she saw everyone standing not far from her stall, pointing at her.

She was also curious, so she wanted to run to see what the hell that person was drawing?

This look made Wang Ruolei's face flush with shame. It's the first time someone has drawn a sketch of themselves, and it's so beautiful.

Wang Ruolei felt that she didn't have the beauty of the person on the drawing board at all, but wasn't the eyebrow and glance of the portrait exactly herself?

Yang Fan was also a little embarrassed when he saw the girl in his painting and came to see his painting, after all, he hadn't gotten the other party's consent yet.

The onlookers all pointed to Wang Ruolei and commented: "The painting is really like." ”

Someone else said: "How beautiful it is, it's completely a stall." ”

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The comments made Wang Ruolei even more shy, and she didn't know what to say, so she went back to her stall to do business.

Yang Fan saw that Wang Ruolei went back without saying a word, thinking that she was acquiescing to her to continue painting, so she continued to finish the painting just now.

Wang Ruolei is beautiful, and Yang Fan paints well, so a few onlookers want to buy Wang Ruolei in his painting.

Yang Fan told everyone that although the painting was painted by him, he could only sell it with the consent of the owner of the painting.

Wang Ruolei knew that this was for her.

After a while, the man who wanted to buy the painting came and asked her if she could sell it to her, and she nodded silently, even if she agreed.

In this way, Yang Fan painted one Wang Ruolei after another, and they were all bought by people on this street or people passing by.

One night, except for Wang Ruolei, Yang Fan didn't paint anything else.

When Wang Ruolei was closing the stall, Yang Fan walked up to her and told her that the few paintings just now were sold for a total of 360 yuan, and he gave her half of them, okay?

When Wang Ruolei heard that selling paintings was about the same as selling hair accessories, she was a little surprised. What's annoying is that in addition to two pieces of paper and a few pencils, painting is basically zero cost.

Wang Ruolei accepted the 180 yuan given by Yang Fan, and was ready to go back with Aunt Xiaoqing.

Yang Fan suddenly called out to Wang Ruolei, quietly handed her a piece of drawing paper, and then said softly: "This is for you." ”

Wang Ruolei took the painting, said thank you, and left.

Wang Ruolei has been thinking about how to make business more profitable in the future, and she doesn't care too much about Yang Fan's eyes, those eyes full of love, if she sees it, she will definitely be unstoppable.

Wang Ruolei returned to the attic, counted the money, and still folded it on her body and carried it with her.

Wang Ruolei's rental house doesn't even have a locked cabinet, and she doesn't know where to put the money. When she had saved 1,000 yuan, she was ready to go to the bank to save it.

Looking at the more and more bulging pockets on her body, Wang Ruolei patted it gently, feeling very happy.

As soon as Wang Ruolei closed her eyes, she suddenly remembered the painting, so she took it out of her bag and looked at it.

She felt that the painting was so good, it was exactly like the black and white photograph taken out, and her every move was so vivid.

Wang Ruolei noticed that at the bottom of the painting, there was a small text that read: I will come back to paint for you tomorrow night.

After reading this paragraph, Wang Ruolei felt a burst of heat on her face. Although it was not a love word, it struck her heart suddenly.

- Why did he come to paint me?

- Why do you secretly keep a painting for yourself? Wouldn't it be more valuable to sell it?

- Who is he?

- What if he leaves me another note?

Wang Ruolei thought about it for a while, the sky outside had begun to white, but she couldn't sleep, she didn't know what was wrong with her?

It seems that he is looking forward to the person who will come back to paint himself.

But he was a little shy, afraid that when he saw him, he would blush again.

The next day, Yang Fan slept until he got up at night, he went to the street to buy a beautiful silk scarf, put it in his backpack and prepared it to give to the beautiful girl for a while.

It was still early in the middle of the night, Yang Fan felt that every minute and second was very difficult, he didn't know what scenery he saw, and he forgot about the sketching task he came to Shanghai this time, anyway, he just looked forward to opening the night market as soon as possible and seeing the girl yesterday as soon as possible.

Yang Fan realized that he didn't ask the girl's name, and if he wanted a contact information, he wouldn't have to suffer now, how good would it be.

A few hours seemed to have become a long half century in Yang Fan's absent-minded strolling.

finally stayed up until the night market opened, but today Wang Ruolei was late.

Because Li Yunzhe suddenly developed shingles, the pain was unbearable. Aunt Xiaoqing could only stay at home to take care of her son, so she asked Wang Ruolei to help bring some clothes to the night market to sell.

Wang Ruolei really couldn't take so many things, so she rode Aunt Xiaoqing's car. She'd never ridden a three-wheeled battery bike, so she managed to get there.

Yang Fan looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looked forward to the girl he wanted to see, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Wang Ruolei breathed a sigh of relief.

Because Wang Ruolei had to take care of two stalls by herself and couldn't be busy, Yang Fan took the initiative to ask for help.

In this way, they worked together to sell things, and those who didn't know thought they looked like mom-and-pop shops.

After three hours of busyness, the number of people who bought things finally came down.

Yang Fan had time to talk to Wang Ruolei. Yang Fan asked her what her name was, and Wang Ruolei told him, Yang Fan praised her name for being nice, and they also exchanged contact information.

Although the two have not known each other for a long time, they have endless words.

Yang Fan asked her to have dinner together tomorrow, and Wang Ruolei readily agreed.

This day ended with Yang Fan sending a painting to Wang Ruolei.

In the early morning in Shanghai, Wang Ruolei lay on the bed and opened the second painting that Yang Dan gave her.

In her eyes, this painting is completely different from yesterday's one.

If you talk about yesterday's painting, it's like a painting. Today's painting, signed with the name of "Yang Fan", is full of good feelings.

This kind of beauty ripples in the heart of an 18-year-old girl who is just beginning to fall in love.

Wang Ruolei held the painting in her arms, looking forward to the evening date, and then slept beautifully.