It's Mengxia now, but the reeds have been replaced by autumn colors in the twilight.

The man stared at the painting, and another work came to his mind.

He turned his head to look at Twilight, and suddenly asked, "Have you ever painted a 'twilight'?" ”

Twilight was stunned when she heard this.

Twilight?

remembered that he had indeed helped Zhai Nanci's sister draw a 'twilight' in Zhai Di before.

But could he be talking about that [twilight]?

That painting was the work that Zhai Nanci's sister took to the competition, even if the man was really talking about the 'twilight', it seemed difficult for her to admit that the painting was from her at the moment.

After all, when it was first painted, it was compensated to Zhai Xinglu.

Looking at the man, she replied decisively: "No." ”

The man's voice was calm: "So, that's my mistake." ”

The autumn mood on this painting is very similar to the style of [twilight], and he thought that the two paintings were from the same person.

The breeze blew, ruffling a few strands of hair on the side of Twilight's forehead, and the white headband fluttered in the wind, and she raised her hand to pull the hairs behind her ears.

The man inadvertently caught a glimpse of her movements, and his cold eyes were a little more warm, frozen in her delicate face.

At this moment, the twilight mobile phone rang suddenly.

She looked down at the screen of her phone, and it was a new WeChat message.

Zhai Nanci: [What are you doing? 】

"......" stared at the familiar name, and the twilight was stunned for a moment.

Then, I put away my phone and didn't reply.

Since seeing him dining with a woman in the restaurant that day, Zhai Nanci has not contacted her again these days.

And she didn't want to contact him!

Looking up, the originally blue sky, cloudless, has gradually become twilight.

It's not too early.

"I'll take it down and give it to you."

She glanced at the man, then turned to take the painting off the easel and hand it to the man.

When she handed it over, out of politeness, and because it was her first customer, she asked abruptly: "By the way, what is your surname?" ”

The man glanced at her: "Don't give your surname Bo." ”

"Mr. Bo, please put away your paintings."

Bo Yichen took the painting and noticed that the traces on the oil painting had not yet dried, so he was more careful when taking it.

It can be seen that the other party is a person who knows how to draw.

The drawing board is relatively large, Bo Yichen frowned suddenly, turned his head and looked at it again, and he was still holding his big. The little nephew of the leg seems to have some concerns.

Twilight is packing up her easels and paint trays and getting ready to go home.

"Excuse me, can you do me a favor?" The man spoke suddenly.

She paused, then turned to look at him.

The man's attitude was humble: "If I want to hold my nephew, I can't hold this painting, you ...... Can you send me home? ”

Hearing this, Twilight hesitated.

It's getting late, and if you don't go back, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch the last bus.

"Is your home far from here?"

The man turned and looked at the white villa across the stream: "There." ”

Twilight looked in the direction of his finger, startled.

The villa she painted turned out to be this man's home!?

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you-"

"It's okay, you're very good at drawing, and I like it too."

She was about to explain, but apparently the man didn't care, but felt that it was an honor for his home to be painted and become a masterpiece.

Her [Autumn] will definitely become a masterpiece.

He didn't mind, it was naturally excellent for Twilight.

"Okay, I'll send it back for you."

"Thank you."