Paris.

On Times Square, flocks of white pigeons fly around, and the fountains continue to spray water of various shapes, attracting the attention of passers-by.

In one corner of the square, a girl with a double ponytail sat on a small stool, seriously painting a portrait of an old woman with silver hair.

The girl's skin is very white, and the whole person is like a delicate porcelain doll, looking very petite and cute, and she wants to be pampered in her arms.

The watercolor painting lasted for a long time, and the girl was afraid that the old woman would not feel well after sitting for a long time, so she took the initiative to give up the stool that originally belonged to her to the old woman.

She is very serious when she paints, and the characters and scenes she sketches are always vivid, and if she is not careful, those living creatures will even jump out of the painting.

The girl has been painting here for more than two years, and every morning at ten o'clock she will be ready to appear here with a small stool on her back, most of the time there are no customers, she will bask in the sun here and read a book, occasionally bored, she will close the stall early, and then run to the café on the nearby street to spend time.

Sometimes she can't help but want to eat dessert, so she secretly buys herself an ice cream cone as a reward, she likes to eat sweet food, cakes, ice cream, chocolate, etc., are her favorite things.

In addition to that, what catches the eye is the clothes worn by the girls.

Many people will ask her where she bought the clothes from her, and she will patiently introduce her clothes to those foreign friends, of course, she will not recommend where to buy them, nor will she help buy them.

Time in Paris was boring, but it was fulfilling, because the city was big, but there was one less person, just as there was always one less piece of heart after she left.

But looking back, in the more than two years she has been here, she feels fulfilled, every day she will get up early, buy watercolors and paint for people, although she doesn't make much money, but every penny makes her spend very steadily.

She is no longer the little girl who needed help to tie her shoes, nor is she the little princess who doesn't know anything, here, she uses her own hands to feel and experience life, and uses her most real experience to contact the bottom of society.

But this city, after all, was still strange to her, and no matter how familiar she was with the streets, her heart had never belonged here.

In the bottom of her heart, there has always been a little secret, she wants to make money with her own hands, buy a ticket home, and then quietly give him the countless pictures she drew day and night.

I really want to see him again, even if it's one side, just one side.

The city is always cold and cold, and if there is an occasional warm current, it should be her aunt who has always been with her.

When she came to Paris, her aunt had already moved her business here, and in order to be able to take care of her more conveniently, she even bought a large area of house here.

On Saturdays, my aunt would come here to see her, and she was busy with work, so she didn't have much time.

At first, my aunt didn't agree to let her paint for others, but under her pleading, my aunt was really distressed and finally agreed to her request.

Today is Saturday, my aunt is about to take me to a big dinner, Chu Chu is sitting on the small bench, a little anxious to make the last painting.

With her efforts, the painting was finally completed at half past eleven, and the old woman was very satisfied with the painting and gave Chu Chu a large sum of money, but she smiled and declined, she always charged a fixed price for painting.

When the old woman left, Chu Chu packed everything and sat on a stool quietly waiting for her aunt to arrive.

But after waiting for a long time, her aunt still didn't come, and just as Chu Chu was hesitating whether to call her aunt, a little girl suddenly ran in front of her.

"Sister, sister," cried the little girl, "an older brother asked me to give you this rose." ”

Chu Chu glanced at the delicate red roses in the little girl's arms, although she was very moved, but remembering that it was given by a strange man, she immediately refused: "Thank you, little sister, but my sister doesn't need this, you can return the roses to that brother." ”

This is not the first time Chu Chu has encountered such a situation, her appearance can be said to kill all the women on this street in seconds, and the young talents who come to paint every day are about to line up, but after she told her aunt about such a thing, there was no similar situation when she came to paint later.

The little girl stood in front of Chu Chu, did not turn around, but took out a small box from her arms, and then said to Chu Chu: "Sister, sister, my brother said that if you don't want roses, let me give you this box, you see the contents of the box, and you will naturally accept the roses." ”

Chu Chu couldn't help but look at the box in the little girl's hand with some smiles, but she didn't expect that there were people in the world who were as stubborn as her.

But my aunt hasn't arrived for the time being, so it's okay to open it and take a look, just don't want it yourself.

Thinking of this, Chu Chu smiled at the little girl, and then took the small box from her hand.

When Chu Chu opened the box, she was completely stupid, inside the box was a piece of jade, and the person who carved it was none other than herself.

If it was just like that, it wouldn't be fine, but she recognized the material of this jade, which was exactly the same as the jade he gave to her on her birthday.

Chu Chu's heart beat a little fast, and he reached out to take the rose, and the little girl immediately turned around and ran away.

Seeing that there was a greeting card in the roses, Chu Chu picked up the greeting card and looked at it.

How could that familiar handwriting be...... How come?!

"Long time no see. ”

Chu Chu choked up a little, she recognized it, this is his handwriting, there can be absolutely no mistake.

"Can you help me draw a portrait? If you don't draw well, I won't pay for it." ”

A figure suddenly appeared in her eyes, Chu Chu from the bottom to the top, carefully from the feet to the neck, and finally confirmed that it was the face that he missed day and night, he could no longer control his emotions, cried loudly, and ran directly into the man's arms.

"I'm so long, I'm so long, I'm so long, I'm so long, I'm so long, I'm so long