Although sometimes the nodding acquaintance becomes a fateful friend, there is absolutely no change in the relationship between Nanwen and Bo Beimo.

Moreover, Nan Wen couldn't figure out when Bo Beimo learned to paint, because he definitely didn't look like a person who could hold a paintbrush, and he wasn't a person who would calm down and do something that made people feel extra gentle when they looked at it.

But there are so many strange things in the world that you don't need to worry too much about appearing around you or appearing to you, because those are all normal.

However, the most important thing is why Ji Qingxun asked such a sentence at this time, could it be that he knew something or wanted to do something?

Nan Wen thought about it and asked, but he asked a little more implicitly, and he didn't make everything clear.

Because now you are dealing with a person whose thoughts you can't figure out at all, and this person is really erratic, maybe it will bring you bad news at any time, and there is no way for you to recover.

Nan Wen also knew what kind of person this random sketch book standing in front of him was now, and he also understood that this person was definitely a nightmare in the hearts of countless people.

Even if you see it in your sleep, you will definitely be awakened alive.

After all, there are some things that don't need to be talked about in detail, and everyone knows everything clearly, and the reason why they don't explain it directly is just because they don't want to calculate it.

And sometimes people don't have the courage to want to know.

While these words may sound a bit exaggerated and hilarious, they are definitely true, and they are not particularly tightly hidden.

At least a lot of people know about it, and a lot of people have seen it, so these things must have gone through countless scrutiny in their own small circles, and they will also be discussed countless times.

The red-haired man standing in the dim light raised his eyebrows slightly, just from his tone, he could tell that he was in a good mood at the moment, but once these situations appeared to him, it would be the most abnormal thing.

He seems to really like to laugh: "Hmm......"

After a pause, he finally spoke again: "Nothing. ”

But it's not certain what the other voice is, and there may still be several different meanings, so if you want to understand his attitude, it is definitely an extremely difficult thing.

Ji Qingxun seemed to understand what Nan Wen was thinking now, as if he had a mind reading technique, he directly said what Nan Wen was thinking, and added a sentence by the way.

"Didn't think about doing something you didn't like."

This sentence was also handed to Nan Wen like a reassuring pill.

Ji Qingxun put the random manuscript into Nanwen's hands.

Say: "Gardenia." ”

Yes.

Every page of this manuscript is full of gardenias, and all of them are lifelike, as if they were on paper.

Nan Wen subconsciously reached out his hand to touch it.

The tip of the nose instantly swelled with a more intense gardenia fragrance.

It turned out that this manuscript was not only painted with gardenias, but even dyed with the smell of gardenias.