Song Han doesn't know how long he's been sitting in front of the computer? Anyway, it just feels like it's been a long time. Song Han shook his head, sobering himself up, and his thoughts became clear again! Turn off the computer and walk downstairs.

"Ann yes, Ernie should be your treat tonight!"

"Xiaoqi, Ernie has been short of money lately, hehe, you can help once, just once!"

"Hmph, no, Ernie, this is the first time you've asked me for a treat!"

Song Han shook his head with a wry smile, and said in his heart: "How did I find this pair of living treasures, arguing all day long about trivial things!" Immediately, he took out 10,000 won from his wallet (the won and RMB 180:1 in the book in the future will be counted), walked downstairs, handed it to Xiaoxiu, and said: "I'll have a treat at night, don't make any noise, I'll go out for a walk now, I don't know when I'll come back, if it's time to get off work at night, you just close the door, I'll bring the key!" With that, he walked out the door.

The last wave of cold air in winter is indeed a bit ferocious. The north wind penetrated Song Han's thin clothes mercilessly. Song Han's clothes are really a little less outside! This made Song Han cold and tremble a little! "Forget it, forget it, since it's all out, so be it!" Song Han dismissed the idea of going back and adding another piece of clothing.

Song Han walked aimlessly on the street with his hands in his pockets, and I have to say that shopping in Korea is really a pleasure. Even if the weather is so cold now, there is no shortage of all kinds of thighs dangling in front of Song Han's eyes on the street, to say that this was definitely Song Han's favorite before, but now Song Han has no interest in these thighs, and his mood is very down.

This is Momringglory, Korea's No. 1 stationery brand store. Translated into Chinese, it is: morning light. Chenguang is a Sino-Korean joint venture brand, which is the first stationery brand in China and the first stationery brand in South Korea. After Song Han bought a set of painting tools, after paying the money, he looked at the few wallets left, and he didn't know how many days he could last. Secretly scold yourself for being a loser!

Grab the whole set of painting tools and walk out of the store. I haven't touched a paintbrush for a long time, Song Han looked a little excited, and the decadence just now was swept away. Stop a taxi on the side of the road and say, "Go to the Han River Bridge!" "The taxi is whizzing towards the Han River Bridge." I heard that the Han River Bridge is a good place for sketching, and the Han River Bridge is such a sacred replica that it may be possible to catch a wild soft there! Song Han thought secretly and couldn't help laughing. The bonus is 100 percent. The taxi driver saw Song Han smiling obscenely from the rearview mirror, with a strange expression, and couldn't help but feel a chill behind him, casually, stepping on the accelerator more powerfully, and the speed soared.

It didn't take long for the taxi to arrive at the Han River Bridge, Song Han was excited, opened the car door to look at the majestic Han River Bridge, opened his arms, and unconsciously said in Chinese: "Ah, Han River Bridge, my softness, I'm coming!" The taxi driver's face became even more strange, and he didn't care about confiscating the money, stepped on the accelerator, and walked away. Only Song Hanleng was left in place, what was the situation? He hasn't collected the money yet!

Walk on the Han River Bridge, look left and right, looking for various locations. finally let Song Han find the best place to sketch. Set up the drawing board and adjust the raw materials, Song Han held the palette in his left hand and the brush against his chin in his right hand, looking for inspiration. Slowly, slowly, the noise of cars on the bridge disappeared little by little, and the pedestrians passing by around disappeared little by little. An unknown bird passed by on the river, and Song Han was instantly inspired.

The brush moved, the person moved, little by little, little by little outline appeared on the snow-white paper, more and more clearly. I don't know how long it took, but the sun went down completely, and all kinds of lights lit up in the distance, including incandescent lights, neon lights, and the headlights of vehicles.

"Hey" Song Han sighed and broke away from the state of painting. I couldn't help but shiver, I didn't feel it when I was painting just now, but now I feel it, and the night is even colder.

A burst of laughter came from behind, and Song Han found that there was a woman standing behind him, a little taller than him, with a pair of huge sunglasses on her delicate nose blocking most of her face, a black long hem down jacket, and a pair of slender white legs except for a pair of long high heels. Song Han couldn't help but secretly say: "No wonder it's taller than me, it turns out that I was wearing high heels, I have to say that high heels are really a prop that violates the human engineering setting!" ”

Seeing the beauty, Song Han couldn't help but stammer: "Ah.... You.... Ahh ”

"Poof" The beautiful woman on the other side smiled even brighter. Song Han instantly felt like a spring breeze hit, suddenly didn't feel cold, straightened up, and stood upright, a little embarrassed, a little inferior. Don't know what to say.

The beauty immediately turned around and opened the door of the BMW parked next to her, took out a down jacket, handed it to Song Han, and motioned for Song Han to put it on. Song Han was a little embarrassed and at a loss, and said, "This unknown beauty xi, are you sure that I am wearing a women's down jacket, this punishment is too cruel!" ”

"Poof" The beauty laughed again, Song Han rolled his eyes, and couldn't understand why this beauty loved to laugh so much!

"The black down jacket is nothing, and the boundary between men and women is not very visible, if you don't want it, I'll put it back in the car, don't talk when it's cold!" A clear and beautiful voice came to Song Han's ears, not very beautiful, but the voice was definitely good.

The beauties said so, and Song Han was not pretentious, put down the palette and brush, took it from her hand, and put it on.

The beauty "tsk" twice and said, "I can't see it, this down jacket is quite suitable for you!" ”

Song Han instantly climbed to his face with a whole red tide, embarrassed and unable to answer, still thinking in his mind: "Is this praising me?" Or is it a satire that I'm short? ”

The beautiful woman then slapped him vigorously on the shoulder with her palm and shouted, "What do you want? I'm just complimenting me on my good eyesight, is the down jacket good-looking? Don't be cranky! ”

Song Han laughed "hehe" and scratched his head with his hand.

"Hey, you're very good at drawing, do you like to draw a lot? I love to draw too! And photography! Travel! The beauty took the initiative to ask!

"Jinjia, our interests and hobbies are exactly the same!" Song Han was clearly provoked by her and became excited. The embarrassment slowly began to disappear, and the conversation began happily.

A couple of men and women on the Han River Bridge, standing on the side of the road, chatting and talking about the water, passing under the Han River Bridge, with the words of the man and woman, flowing in the direction of the sea.

The BMW on the side of the road, the sketchpad on the roadside and the half-finished painting, two men and women in women's down jackets, are frozen.