"Jingle Bell ......" With a burst of bells, the two walked outside the café.

Today's boss changed into a coat, but it was still a long sweater, all black color, the sleeves didn't know if it was because it was a little long or because of the style, and it was rolled up in two pieces, and the cuffs and placket were still stained with some bright paint, but the paint on the shoes had been wiped off.

"Let's go this way." After going out, the boss pointed to his right hand and said to Xia Qian. Xia Qian nodded, and the two walked over side by side.

Led by the boss, Xia Qian took a look at the other half of the ancient city that had not been visited, and it was only after three o'clock in the afternoon that the two returned to the 'Po Sha Du', and when they saw that there were only two cakes left in the window, the boss made two cups of coffee, and sat down at the table by the window where Xia Qian sat yesterday, and drank afternoon tea.

"Got inspired?" After drinking half a cup of coffee, the boss asked Xia Qian with a lazy smile.

Xia Qian smiled and didn't speak, and after taking a sip of coffee, he pointed to a few paintings on the wall of the café and asked the boss, "Are these all painted by you?" ”

The boss took a sip of coffee, but smiled silently, but Xia Qian still knew that these should have been drawn by the boss.

"You painted very well," Xia Qian praised sincerely, but after thinking back about the operation of this café, she said again: "Will you sell these paintings of yours?" ”

The boss didn't answer Xia Qian, but the look on his face was slightly darkened for a moment, of course, this is not that he felt that Xia Qian's words insulted his pride and dignity as an artist, although he gave up too many things because of oil painting, but that was a thing of the past after all.

Xia Qian understood the boss's expression, but he also knew that this was not a happy topic, so he didn't say more but enjoyed her sunshine, so another day passed.

On the third day, or because it was sunny for a few days, there was a rare winter rain in the ancient city, and the temperature dropped a lot at this time, but Xia Qian brought thick clothes because of Gu Zhaoran's thoughtfulness, so he left the hotel with an umbrella after eating in the morning.

But after walking for a while, she heard someone calling her, and when she turned around, she found that it was Yuan Qingyun, she didn't hold an umbrella, and ran towards Xia Qian in the rain.

"Why did you run out on a rainy day?" Yuan Qingyun ran under Xia Qian's umbrella.

She didn't wear much, a low-necked sweater and a coat, leggings and boots, Xia Qian looked a little cold, but it had nothing to do with her, so she didn't bother to say anything.

"It's nothing, I just want to come out and walk." Xia Qian purely wanted to see what this ancient town would look like on a rainy day, so he came out.

"Then I'll accompany you" Yuan Qingyun took Xia Qian's arm, and the two were a little closer, which also prevented the rain from wetting their clothes.

Xia Qian didn't say anything, moved the umbrella to her side, and the two walked up in the ancient city under the rain, and the rain enveloped the entire ancient city in a hazy fog, still quiet and comfortable.

"How's your drawing?" Knowing that Xia Qian didn't take the painting tools out yesterday, and she didn't move when she came back at night, she didn't have to think much to know that she didn't paint anything at all, but at this time, because she couldn't find words, Yuan Qingyun still asked.

"I didn't paint anything" Originally, Xia Qian didn't want to answer her question knowingly, but after being silent for a while, he still said softly.

"Time is running out, why aren't you in a hurry?" Yuan Qingyun looked like I was anxious for you, Xia Qian glanced at her, too lazy to talk.

"By the way, yesterday I heard from my classmates that you were walking around the ancient city with a man, who was that person?" Yuan Qingyun thought that when she came back last night, Xia Qian had already finished cleaning up and lying on the bed, so she didn't ask, she wanted to ask this morning, but Xia Qian went out without knowing it, so she chased after her.

Xia Qian glanced sideways at Yuan Qingyun, then smiled and replied, "The owner of the coffee shop." ”

She came to ask her about this, and her nose is really smart.

"Did you know each other before?" Yuan Qingyun looked like a curious baby.

"I don't know," Xia Qian replied truthfully.

"Oh, isn't it shallow...... Affair? Yuan Qingyun heard Xia Qian say this, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she asked her very curiously.

Xia Qian looked at her like that, smiled and didn't explain anything, I don't know why, she really doesn't want to deal with her more and more for Yuan Qingyun. But as soon as she thought that this woman was sticking to her, there must be some purpose, Xia Qian couldn't bear the idea of throwing her off and leaving by herself.

"I heard that guy is quite handsome, isn't he? Tell me about it, can you tell me about it? Yuan Qingyun looked very familiar with Xia Qian, and she was coquettish, and suddenly Xia Qian's scalp was numb, but fortunately, she had strong endurance, and she quickly lifted the stubble, and simply told Yuan Qingyun about the boss.

The rain didn't stop until two o'clock in the afternoon, and looking at the slightly clear sky outside, Xia Qian cleaned up and walked towards 'Po Sha Du'.

When I went there, there were two groups of customers drinking coffee and eating cake, and the owner was still drawing, but when she walked behind him to see what he was drawing, she found that it was a rainy alley.

There was a girl holding an umbrella on the bluestone slab in the alley, she was wearing a thick long camel-colored sweater, her red scarf raised a light arc in the air with the wind, and her slender legs walked unhurriedly on the stone slab that I didn't know how to age......

Until six o'clock in the afternoon, the customers in the store came and went, the sky was bright and dark, the boss never looked up, only carefully smeared the beautiful or deep colors on the picture scroll, and then he put down the brush with satisfaction.

"This painting ...... Can I give it to me? Although she couldn't see the girl's appearance clearly, such a beautiful and slightly sad picture made Xia Qian's heart feel deeply, and she could see from the painting that the girl seemed to be in a story, and she was telling another story.

Although she never felt that she wanted to tell a story, and she never felt that she had a story, the boss used his paintings and his eyes to express his feelings, which made Xia Qian feel incredible, could it be that the boss saw something about her? What a strange feeling.

"This painting was originally given to you, too." The boss heard the voice and glanced back at Xia Qian, who was wearing a camel-colored long sweater, the red scarf around her neck lined her already flawless skin and became fairer, what a beautiful girl.

"Thank you"

The stubble on the boss's chin seems to have a tendency to turn from cyan to black, coupled with his somewhat tired face, it really looks like a decadent uncle is sexy at this time, of course, Xia Qian would not have thought of this. (It's purely the author's death, don't pull me...... ）