Luo Xingchen's fingers are slender and the bone joints are well-proportioned, especially when holding a paintbrush, which is particularly charming.

Lin Qianyu hesitated slightly.

Because this was Luo Xingchen's own boat on the lake, there were no safety measures, so Lin Qianyu could only reach out and grab Luo Xingchen's hand, and with his support, he got into the somewhat shaky boat.

Luo Xingchen's palms are warm and dry.

And Lin Qianyu's hands were slightly cold.

The moment the two hands touched, Luo Xingchen only felt that there seemed to be some cold ice in his heart quietly melting.

However, he didn't show anything out of the ordinary.

And Lin Qianyu didn't know anything.

After she got on the boat, she immediately let go of Luo Xingchen's hand, and all her attention was attracted by this beautiful and antique boat.

"This boat looks so beautiful, did you buy it?"

Luo Xingchen said: "I asked someone to customize, the patterns and styles on it are all designed by myself, only in line with my own aesthetics, sitting on it can be more comfortable." ”

"You're really hearty."

Luo Xingchen smiled faintly: "Let's make a circle around the lake, the feeling of wandering in the center of the lake is really good." ”

Lin Qianyu rarely had the opportunity to row a boat—the kind of boat in the park that cost thirty yuan for ten minutes didn't count, and he didn't feel it at all.

Like now, a comfortable boat swinging on the clear and uninhabited lake is the real rafting.

Although it is already winter, due to the geographical environment here, the wind blowing on the lake is not cold, but has a lazy warmth.

It's like a spring breeze with green willow branches in spring.

Lin Qianyu was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep.

She found that Luo Xingchen was really good at finding a place, and in such a beautiful place, it was no wonder that she could inspire and paint one spiritual painting after another.

On the boat, Luo Xingchen once again mentioned to Lin Qianyu about next year's national painting contest - it was a very valuable competition.

It is said that those who can win the top few places in the competition can not only get high bonuses, but even be directly admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts in Shengdu.

That's why every year, many artists with dreams participate in this competition and go forward one after another.

Lin Qianyu felt that he didn't have much hope.

But looking at Luo Xingchen's expectant eyes, she couldn't save his face, so she could only nod and agree: "Okay, then I'll try, but it may not be a show." ”

"Don't look down on yourself too much, you haven't started yet, how do you know the result?"

"Well, I'll try my best to ......"

After Luo Xingchen and Lin Qianyu wandered on the lake for a while, they saw that the time was not early, so they prepared to go home.

However, I didn't expect that as soon as I landed on the shore, I saw a familiar figure sitting on a big rock not far from the shore!

Lin Qianyu's mouth instantly opened into an "O" shape.

Jiang Yizhou?

How did he end up here?

Lin Qianyu was still standing in place and didn't move, Jiang Yizhou had already turned his head.

His face was very unsightly.

Lin Qianyu moved her lips: "Jiang ...... Jiang Yizhou......"

Jiang Yizhou stood up expressionlessly, strode to her side, pulled her wrist, and pulled her forward.

Luo Xingchen quickly blocked in front of him.

He frowned slightly: "What do you mean by this?" ”