Looking at the Asian girl in front of him from the initial panic to calmness, and then to thoughtfulness, the three young men quietly exchanged glances, and their hearts were extremely satisfied, worthy of the heroine they had waited for several years to choose.

Jian Han took a deep breath, her partners are so crazy, she should also follow the madness, anyway, isn't it just taking on several roles at the same time!

She nodded happily: "Okay! But first, if my performance doesn't satisfy you, you'll have to find someone else to play other roles!"

Cyril laughed out loud, and couldn't help but step forward to hug this cute Asian girl, but was ruthlessly avoided by Jian Han, and in the end, he could only shake his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "Of course, we have been preparing our graduation work for so many years, and no one wants to mess him up, right?"

He looked at the other two partners for verification, and this time, Roy and Ryan, very cooperative, nodded solemnly.

Jian Han has always been a doer, and seeing that the first topic had been successfully passed, she immediately sat down and opened her mouth excitedly: "You must not have thought of where I went yesterday!"

At this time, Cyril and the others vaguely remembered that it seemed that when the girl had just arrived in the activity room today, she had shouted the same thing, but they were too excited at that time, and under the enthusiasm of the three people, the girl's excitement was crushed without suspense.

At this time, when he heard Jian Han mention it, he couldn't help but make a gesture of listening to his face, and Cyril asked with interest: "Where did you go?"

Jian Han's eyes were shining, his pretty face was bright, and he spit out a string of words excitedly: "France!" Paris! Louvre!"

"Mona Lisa!"

Seeing Cyril blown up by his own four words, he sat up straight when she said France, and when she said Paris, most of his body had twisted towards her, and when the Louvre spat out of her mouth, his hips left the sofa.

In the end, as soon as Mona Lisa's name was spit out, he bounced directly from the sofa to her, a fair and handsome face turned pink, his eyes were shining and staring at Jian Han, his thin lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

Jian Han was infected by his emotions, and also bounced up from the sofa, his pretty face flushed, and shouted excitedly: "Yes! That's her! I see her! She herself! No, no, it's a portrait of her—"

"You don't know how beautiful she is—"

Cyril finally breathed well, and he interrupted Jian Han's words without hesitation: "Of course I know how beautiful she is!"

Jian Han looked at him in surprise, but the focus of her eyes did not fall on him, at this moment, she seemed to have returned to the moment when she first saw Mona Lisa, her eyes were obsessed, and she whispered like a demon: "She is really beautiful, but the most touching thing is still a touch of sorrow between her eyebrows——",

"You could easily feel her melancholy, and the smile on her lips was real, like, like—"

"It's like a white light suddenly lit up in the extremely dark night, or a snow-white lotus bloom in the mud everywhere, so pure that people just want to stop time at this moment!"

Jian Han came back to her senses in an instant, and unexpectedly looked at Cyril who accurately said what she was thinking, and was very surprised: "Yes! That's how it feels, do you think so?"

Cyril's rare serious face, a pair of beautiful amber eyes, looked at her deeply, turned around and sat back down on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

Jian Han was suddenly a little inexplicable, and looked at Ryan for help, Ryan glanced at Cyril thoughtfully, and responded calmly: "Although he is not very reliable most of the time, when it comes to his major-"

Jian Han suddenly remembered that in the trident of the sea god, everyone is versatile, but they also specialize in art, such as Cyril, who is good at photography and lighting, and painting, and photography, are closely related - people originally used painting to record the world, but now, it has just changed to a camera.

She nodded understandingly, then looked at Roy, "I think we should revisit the script." ”

In the original version of the script written by Roy, Mona Lisa's husband was set to be heartfelt and amorous, changing one mistress after another, which deeply troubled her and was the source of her depression.

Later, her husband brought in a young man to serve as his son's governess, and the young governess, overwhelmed by the beautiful mistress, began to pursue her passionately and quietly—a rose sandwiched between the title pages of the book, or a delicate bracelet engraved with her name, silently appeared before her.

These small gifts have added a lot of fun to her ordinary and boring life, but on the surface, she has always been unmoved, making her more and more melancholy, in addition to her husband's flowery heart, and the estrangement of her growing son.

It wasn't until her birthday that she happened to see the young governess teaching her son: "Go, son, and she will be very happy to bring this bouquet of roses still stained with morning dew to your mother." ”

So, when the half-grown boy was restrained, stiff, and bowed his head to deliver the roses to his mother, the painter, who had been waiting for many days but made no progress, finally caught the touching moment of the hostess's face.

The preconceived content of the script made Jian Han think of relevant associations for the first time when he saw the portrait of the Mona Lisa.

But as the time went by to watch it, she felt that such a story was too superficial.

Whether it was her husband's betrayal or her son's estrangement, it was superficial, and her melancholy was so deep that it almost blackened her whole being, and it was by no means such a simple event that could be piled up.

So, what makes her so melancholy? And what makes her smile?

"For a woman of her age, her husband's heart is not a day or two, although it will embarrass her, it will definitely not make her so melancholy-" Jian Han carefully stated her reasons.

"If it's not her husband, then what?!" Roy's sharp gaze stabbed straight at her—no doubt, just as Cyril spoke of his own field becoming more serious, Roy was also annoyed that Jian Han had challenged his authority as a screenwriter.

Jian Han looked back calmly and said his opinion without hesitation: "Her son!"

After a pause, she added seriously: "For a woman, in her heart, the status of her spouse may be higher than that of her children, but the premise absolutely includes that the spouse has not cheated." ”

"The weight of a cheating husband can never compare to the weight of her son in her heart!"

Roy laughed angrily, and even used honorifics to Jian Han: "If I'm not mistaken, you also denied this just now, and denied that she became melancholy because of her son's estrangement!"