The friend behind him made a meaningful long towing sound, and it wasn't until the car ran away without a trace that Xu Xiaoxiao found that he had to clean up the garbage of the dinner party.

The road to Vermont's countryside is getting narrower, and the wildflowers and creeks and waterfalls that begin to pop up on the roadside make the journey even more beautiful. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It took a long time to see a small wooden farm on the side of the road, and on the side of the dirt road there was a simple little table, on which there was only a small wooden sign indicating the price, and a piggy bank of the most rustic.

On the table are the farm's produce, whether it is a tender cucumber, it may be the corn harvested in the early autumn of the affluent, or it may be the most natural wild honey that the farmer has accidentally stolen from the hands of the little brown bear.

Passing highway riders, take the goods and give money all by themselves, and when you don't have your change, you can also use the physical products around you as collateral as your purchase money.

Qin Guan picked up 3 yellow-green cucumbers from the table, and when he threw the money, he found that there were all kinds of things used to pay in the cash register in front of him.

Sunglasses, hairpins, and an expensive headscarf, these wayward travelers are just looking for the thrill of the countryside.

'Click'

The crisp cucumber was chewed in two pieces in Qin Guan's mouth, and Hilton's slow down meant that the final destination of their work was in front of them.

If it is said that it is not all the way to the end, if it is said, blindfolded Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei, when they come here again, they still think that time has gone back a hundred years.

It's a serene and tranquil manor, with two fenced gates with wooden cutouts at the entrance, and the sign of Tasha Manor swaying, squeaking in the breeze to tell the history of the place.

Hilton parked the car outside the manor, a place that could barely be considered an open space, and a few people walked to the interior of the manor on the grass that grew naturally half an inch high.

Suddenly, a little gray rabbit jumped out of the grass nest, glanced at the strange visitor with dark eyes rather curiously, and then quickly disappeared into the field.

Blue sky, white clouds, green meadows, full of relaxing and pleasant rural atmosphere.

The only thing that can make people walk normally in the manor is the stone pavement made of broken stones, which has a messy and rustic artistic texture.

"Jingle bell!"

"Grandma Tasha, I'm Hilton..."

"Oh, it's our dear kitten here, come on in.."

It seems that Hilton and the nationally acclaimed illustrator Tasha . Du Duo was quite familiar with the relationship, and after hearing the invitation to enter the house, the Hilton in front of the door opened the room of the farmhouse like a cabin in the woods.

'Jingle Bells'

The crisp wind chimes reminded the guests of their arrival, and a room with a pure wooden floor, cloth tables and chairs, and a medieval fireplace slowly appeared in front of Qin Guan and several people.

In the center of the hall, there is also a tin and tin stove, and the tin chimney that connects the stove leads directly to the window of the wooden hut.

The firewood on the stove was clearly extinguished, and a quaint kettle was being heated on it, occasionally emitting a white mist of steam.

Time here is really 100 years back, and after Qin Guan saw this American illustrator master, he began to wonder if he had traveled through time and space.

Tasha Dudo is now 79 years old, but with the gentlest smile, her steps are firm and powerful. She wore the oldest dress, with the headscarf of an English milkmaid wrapped around her head, and a piece of clothing that had not yet been sewn in her hand.

"Welcome, the kitten has finally brought the guest I want to invite, and when grandma's latest illustration book is published, I will definitely send the first one to you."

Tasha Dudo's voice was the same as her people, quiet and elegant, gentle as a spring breeze, without any offensive power.

She turned her head curiously, and introduced the people who had already taken their seats to the guests who had already been motioned for by her.

"Lin Lun, a reporter from Time Magazine in the United States, heard that I had invited Qin Guan to be the model for my latest illustration work during the phone call."

"So, when I had the opportunity to interview me, I must come over for a personal visit, this popular Asian model in the United States."

The man didn't feel uncomfortable at all because of his uninvited, he elegantly raised his gold-rimmed eyes, and looked at Qin Guan in front of him with appreciative eyes looking at a work of art.

He watched so attentively and seriously that he forgot to say hello to the people present, but Tasha Dudo, who knew his old friend well, continued to talk about it unapprovingly.

"Leave him alone, he's a guy who sees good material and forgets about his surroundings, let's see when it's the right time to start working."

"You first taste the flower tea produced on my farm."

Wild chrysanthemums bloom in an English white porcelain cup, and honey and milk are all products from the original farm of Tasha Dudot.

Qin Guan on the side didn't feel tired, in such an environment, it would make people relax unnaturally.

"I'm fine, I'm ready to get to work."

"Alright, you wait for me to get the tools for painting."

As a person who also paints on paper for a living, the distance between Cong Nianwei and Tasha Duduo is as far away as the city and the countryside, but all the work related to painting can arouse her greatest interest.

Qin Guan, who was rarely idle, pushed open the door of the room and walked into the rather spacious farm.

Clusters of white wildflowers, occasional vines with branches, and curvy morning glories do not have the slightest taste of artificial modification.

The childlike Qin Guan, after seeing the old banyan tree in front of him, which was quite old, pinned the shirt on his body into the waistband of his trousers.

He pulled up his trouser leg a few times, and climbed up the fork of the thick trunk, and found a comfortable position a little naughtily, sat down on it, and hung down his long legs unscrupulously.

The wind on the farm, mixed with an inexplicable slightly sweet smell, blew past Qin Guan's side, shaving his snow-white shirt slightly, blowing his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and blowing the smile on his face to the surface.

At this time, Qin Guan seemed to be an elf integrated into this idyllic scenery, beautiful and natural and full of heartbreak.

Tasha Dudot, who had obtained the painting tools, forgot to drag out his usual work chair, and sat down on the fenced corridor protruding by the door, and painted on the ground. (To be continued.) )