Early in the morning, surrounded by strangely shaped buildings, in the central square, sat a woman with long black hair. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info woman wears a white shirt, black trousers, and in front of her is a wooden drawing board.

The sleeves of the shirt casually rolled up to the elbows, revealing the skin on the forearms. The yellow skin is full and shiny, and the muscles on the arms sometimes appear as the woman moves.

The shirt was unbuttoned and the same white vest was exposed inside. At the hem, a knot is tied around the woman's waist, revealing a thin waist.

In his right hand, he holds a pencil and concentrates on the drawing paper, with a faint expression, like a quiet morning in Prague.

The sun rises and the warm sunlight shines on the woman. In the square, there are gradually pedestrians, and the silence turns into a lively. The woman was still just changing the pencil in her hand.

Hula.

A flock of pigeons foraging through the cracks in the rocks flew up, and one of them flew to the woman's shoulder, stretching out her little paws to comb the feathers on her wings.

The woman who was disturbed looked up and noticed a commotion not far away. At some point, a group of people had already gathered, and the melodious sound of the violin came out of the crowd.

The woman silently lowered her head again and began to revise the scene around the fountain in the artwork in front of her.

"Are you drawing me?" suddenly appeared in a voice that spoke fluent English. "However, when I played, there were no pigeons on my shoulders. ”

Prague is a city with so many people from all kinds of different countries that English is probably the first language used to test strangers.

When the woman heard this, she looked up and saw the young man with brown hair, looking at her condescendingly with his head down. The moment the woman looked up, the eyes of the young experience fell into the woman's eyes without a trace.

"Should you pay me for the use of the portrait?" asked the young man with a smile.

"Then, this painting will be given to you. Without hesitation, the woman moved to remove the paper from the drawing board.

It's just that before the hand pressed the splint, the young man's hand pressed on the woman's hand: "How can an unfinished painting be used as my Xiao Xiang usage fee?"

The woman frowned.

"Your name, can pay for this time. The young man reminded with a smile.

"Lin An. The woman, still sitting on the bench, withdrew her hand from under the young man. Then he spoke slowly, and his voice was soft and catchy.

"What a strange name. Lin An doesn't have an English name, she doesn't know if Lin Anan has it, but Lin An is not uncommon. What if she doesn't have an English name, she's still her.

"Can I give you a cup of coffee?" asked the young man.

"Thanks, just don't use it. Lin An lowered his head again, picked up the pencil, and began to draw on the paper.

That's right, this painter who sits in the square for a day is Lin An. It's just that, compared with Lin An a few months ago, Lin An's skin in front of him has darkened, his figure has become better, and even his muscles are more lined.

No one knows where Lin An has gone in the past few months, because, as a leader in blue domain hackers, Lin An doesn't want people to know where she is, even if she calls and emails normally, no one can find her.

With no familiar people around, Lin An can finally vent all his personalities. No constraints, no worries, the only thing to do is to do what you love!

The name Lou Yuan, Lin An deliberately no longer remembered. The white scar on the ring finger of his left hand had long since disappeared because of his travels.

"Your name, pay me, a little more, I'm not a person who likes to owe people. The young man who was rejected was not discouraged at all, but sat next to Lin An and continued to persuade while looking at her paintings.

That's right, he's talking to her! The woman in front of him is the most beautiful woman in the whole square!

"I don't care about that little bit more. ”

Lin An changed a paintbrush and added a few more pigeons to the drawing paper. The crowd and pigeons made the originally lifeless square instantly lively.

"Which academy are you a student at, and your painting skills are good!" the young man asked.

Prague is home to numerous art academies. Of course, in the square, there are often all kinds of students who come to sketch. The young man had obviously misunderstood that the black-haired woman in front of him was a student of the academy.

Lin An's current status is indeed a student, but he is not a student of any academy in Prague. He was a student at the Bordeaux Academy of Fine Arts, the first in France. Even though he failed to return to Bordeaux during the college examination, Lin An was successfully admitted to the Bordeaux Academy of Fine Arts with a design drawing under the guarantee of Bernard.

"I'm just a hobbyist. Lin An replied.

The tone of the beauty has always been faint, not warm. The young man is a little embarrassed, but if he wants to flirt with his sister, he will not be deterred by a little difficulty.

So, after Lin An's attention was on the drawings, the young man made a decision.

He stood next to Lin An, took the box containing the violin behind his back, and took out his tools. Beside Lin An, he started his second performance today.

The melodious sound of the piano fluttered out. People in Prague have eight or nine songs, and they all have one or two songs, because no matter in the streets of Prague, there is always countless music playing every day.

So, after the song sounded, the people in the square began to be attracted. Then, when Lin An looked up again, he realized that he had now become the one in the center of the crowd.

"Dear Miss, can I ask you to dance?" At the end of the song, the young man put down his violin, stretched out one hand in the direction of Lin An, and put the other hand behind his back with a fist, pulling an extremely gentlemanly smile, and asked.

Lin An was embarrassed.

Lin An's good figure is definitely caused by a healthy life and healthy exercise, although Lin Anan graduated from a formal dance school, but Lin An is not!

Moreover, even if it is Lin An'an, what she can dance is only a folk dance! At the invitation of the young man in front of her, Lin Anan is 100% sure that what she is dancing is definitely ballroom dancing.

This really won't!

"Sorry, I don't know how to dance. "No one here knows Lin An, and the people around him will not have any more intersections with Lin An in the future, so refusing is not something that cannot be done.

Bernard once advised Lin An not to impose restraints on himself. Therefore, Lin An naturally likes how to come.

"Beautiful Miss Lin An, do you really want to reject me so ruthlessly?" the young man struggled a little pitifully.

"First, I don't know you well, I don't like to communicate too much with strangers, second, I don't know how to dance, I'm not good at all dances, and third, you disturb me to draw. ”

Lin An's rhetoric made it impossible for men to get off the stage.