Early in the morning, Song Han woke up in a leisurely blink of an eye, and the lovely people around him were long gone, probably going home.

Song Han got up, stretched a long lazy waist, felt that the whole person was relaxed and comfortable, and then walked towards the window. As soon as the curtains were drawn and the sunlight rushed into the room, Song Han's eyes didn't adapt for a while, and he immediately stretched out his hand and put it on his forehead, blocking Taeyeon and squinting his eyes.

In Seoul in April, spring has quietly arrived, Song Han opened the window, took a deep breath, and the roof garden of the Seoul flower shop was mixed with all kinds of floral air, and he felt refreshed for a while. Rubbing his chin to feel the stubble growing a little, he walked into the bathroom.

Today, because it is not a weekend or a holiday, the flower shop will not be very busy, Song Han asked Xiaoqi and Xiaoxiu to rest. Open your own shop. It's noon, and there are few people who come to the flower shop to buy flowers, and Song Han feels that he is about to fall asleep. I simply closed for the afternoon, closed the shop, picked up the sketchpad again, and walked around sketching.

If you want to say that there are really not many places in Seoul that are suitable for sketching, I think about going to Song Han or driving to Namsan Park. Or is this place suitable for sketching.

This time, I didn't walk up to Nansan like the first time, but took the cable car to the Namsan Tower. The cable car is very fast, reaching the end in less than five minutes, and you only need to climb a dozen more steps to reach the top.

Song Han climbed to the top of the South Mountain, even if it was a weekday, there were still many couples holding hands and snuggling at the top of the South Mountain. There were also some young parents, pushing strollers, strolling around with happy smiles. There were also gray-haired grandfathers and grandmothers running behind their grandchildren.

Song Han suddenly felt that it was a mistake for him to come to Nanshan alone. Looking at that pair of people, groups of people, I am an alternative. Immediately, he shook his head and didn't think about it. Take the steps under your feet, walk around this South Mountain, looking for a place with beautiful scenery suitable for your own sketching.

Song Han, who had gone around in a whole circle, still felt that a place near the lover's lock wall was suitable for him to sketch. He set up his drawing board. Spread the drawing paper and look at the ancient high-rise buildings in Seoul that rise and fall down the hill, and a sense of pride rose from my heart, and I took a deep breath. Inspiration is on the horizon. Immediately, the next pen began to sketch.

The majestic high-rise buildings, the mottled wrinkled horizontal and vertical roads, and the rushing and wide Han River, suddenly outline the outline on the drawing paper.

Little by little, time passed. The scenery on Song Han's painting paper is plump up little by little. Finally, Song Han dropped the last stroke in his hand. "Whew" breathed a sigh of relief, Song Han picked up the drawing paper and looked at it carefully left and right, this is the first painting he completed in South Korea, and the one given to Park Hyo-min can only be regarded as half a painting.

"Song Han, you drew well! This technique is considered to be at the professional level! A voice came from behind Song Han, like a yellow warbler crying at the beginning of spring, sweet and moving.

Song Han was taken aback and almost knocked over the palette in his hand. When I turned around, I saw the pair of slender legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and black canvas shoes. The dark red plaid shirt is open to a gray knit.

"Park Hyo-min. I met you twice on my trip to the Han River Bridge, I met you twice for sketching, and each time you appeared behind me quietly, and each time it scared me. Are you a ghost? So elusive. Song Han looked at Park Hyo-min in front of him and scolded. Immediately, her eyes stayed on the SLR hanging on Park Hyo-min's chest, wasn't this Sony's latest SLR given to her by the local tyrant fan at the Chinese fan meeting at that time? Thinking about it, Song Han swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

Park Hyo-min was startled when he looked at Song Hanse's **** staring at him, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to cover his ****, and his body couldn't help but take two steps back. looked at Song Han with a wary face: "What are you going to do?" In broad daylight, be careful that I call the police. Song Han, I didn't expect you to be such a person. ”

Song Han ignored any warnings from Park Hyo-min and gently lowered the palette and paintbrush in his hand. Still staring at Park Hyomin's ****, he stretched out his finger and pointed to her chest and said, "Hyomin, can you lend me your SLR for me to play with, I haven't played this high-end thing, I'll try the feel." ”

Originally, Song Han put down the palette and paintbrush in his hand and pointed to her chest. Her nerves tensed, and she looked nervous. Subsequently, when I heard what he said, I breathed a sigh of relief and remembered that Song Han was also a lover of photography and painting. It's thinking too much.

Park Hyo-min immediately took off the SLR from his neck, held it in his hand, and said, "Song Han, I can lend it to you to play." However, you must promise me one condition. ”

"On what terms?"

Park Hyo-min didn't talk, but smiled, like a peony blooming, beautiful and unparalleled. Turning around, she took out a piece of drawing paper from her backpack, wasn't it the unfinished painting on the Han River Bridge that Song Han gave her? Then he said: "Song Han, just this painting, either you can help me finish it now, or I will use this painting to exchange the current painting on your drawing board with you." ”

Song Han was stunned for a moment, he thought that he had already thrown this half of the painting by Park Hyo-min and didn't know where he was, who knew that Park Hyo-min not only did not lose it, but also kept it with him, he was stunned for a long time, and said: "Hyo-min, can you sue me, why haven't you thrown this painting away, and you have always taken it with you." ”

"Uh-huh" Park Hyo-min snorted coldly and said arrogantly, "Isn't it because someone told me that the next time I meet on the Han River Bridge, he will finish this unfinished painting for me?" Last time, I finally met him, but after he molested me, he ran away. As he spoke, Park Hyo-min pursed his mouth and tilted his head slightly with a dissatisfied expression.

Song Han was stunned, his head was blank, and he said, "Xiaomin, is the painting I drew really good?" ”

"I don't know what other people think of your paintings, but I think your paintings are really good, and I like them very much." Park Hyo-min put down his arrogance and nodded at Song Han.

It was the first time that Song Han was so respected, the first time he was recognized, in painting. Suddenly, a burst of joy rushed to his heart, took the half of the painting from Park Hyo-min's hand, looked at it for a long time, and then said, "Go." With that, he began to pack up his things and turned to leave.

Park Hyo-min was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Where are you going?" I don't know, Song Han is going crazy, and he can't care about the SLR in his hand, so he hung it around his neck and said.

"Let's go to the Han River Bridge. I'll help you with this painting. Saying that, Song Han laughed, obviously in a very good mood. (To be continued.) )