Tao Yao is the person who bumped into her at the Dragon Boat Festival.

The only thing Liu Xuanxuan is certain of now is that she did not plagiarize, but Tao Yao plagiarized herself.

She began to think back to the little things she had been doing in the process of designing the look and shooting the video.

Many of the students in the club know that she is running her own public account, and she has always treated her classmates as family, so she did not deliberately hide many details of design and shooting, and even sometimes she took the initiative to invite everyone to make some revisions for herself.

When Xu Jiangtian came back, he saw Liu Xuanxuan holding a pillow in the bean bag in the study. She looked depressed, as if there was some unsolvable trouble.

He stepped forward: "Still not resolved?" ”

Liu was still full of confidence when she persuaded him not to interfere yesterday, but after a day of online violence, her mood was at rock bottom.

"I'll find a few media outlets to help you clarify." His hand pressed on the top of her head, and the palm was warm, which made Liu Xuanxuan feel extra relieved.

"Xu Jiangtian, I feel that it is useless to just ask the media to clarify this matter." She threw the pillow aside, "The other party is now accusing me of plagiarism, if I can't prove myself, then my official account can't be done." ”

Xu Jiangtian didn't think much of this kind of thing: "Then block her account." ”

"Don't." She pouted and turned around, "I want healthy competition, I want to prove myself." ”

Xu Jiangtian looked at her stubborn appearance, and suddenly remembered when he first met her.

At that time, she also often played petty and had a small temper. At that time, I only felt that this girl was a little stubborn, clumsy and cute, who would have thought that looking at it now, her eyes were full of distressed pampering and connivance.

"Okay." He squatted down and held her hand, "Then I can ignore it for now, but you promise me, if you can't handle it, don't carry it yourself, eh?" ”

Liu Xuanxuan nodded.

"One more thing." Xu Jiangtian looked at her seriously, "I have a little time in the past two days, let's go to Nanzhao for a walk?" ”

Liu Xuanxuan knows that Nanzhao is a very beautiful place, with the majestic beauty of the majestic snow-capped mountains and the tranquility and calmness of the ancient city of the water town. On the official account, the content of the twelve hairpins of Jinling is nearing the end, and she just needs to find new materials, so she agrees with him.

They set off by private plane that night, and early the next morning, they watched the sunrise on a small island in Changhai, Nanzhao County.

At four o'clock, the water surface of the Changhai Sea was blown by the breeze, and there were shallow ripples. Low-flying waterfowl weave diagonally through the lilac mist. In the distant hills, ethnic minority women carrying baskets on their backs have walked on the ridges, their thin and straight bodies are reflected in the morning light into fiery red shadows, and a fat doll pokes its head out of the basket to look east and west.

The early hours of Nanzhao were unrealistically beautiful.

Liu Xuanxuan sat on the swing next to the lake and watched the scenery, and Xu Jiangtian watched her back in the room.

"Ayasu." He called her.

Liu Xuanxuan pulled the rope of the swing and turned to look at him: "Xu Jiangtian, it's so beautiful here!" ”

Xu Jiangtian agreed: "It's beautiful. But he praised the people in front of him, not the scenery in the distance, "I'll paint you a picture." ”

He really took the drawing board and brush, and traced it carefully to Liu Xuanxuan.

"Can you still draw?" She looked at him curiously, and was about to get off the swing.

"Don't move!" Xu Jiangtian stopped her, "I learned a little when I was a child. ”

He modestly did not boast of his level, in fact, he had learned all from Xiaoqin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he had learned them all very well.

But Liu Xuanxuan only lasted for a while, and then she got off the swing, and she snuggled up to his hand and watched him draw.

Xu Jiangtian could only draw with his own memory of her, from the distant mountains outside the window, the blue waves nearby, to the girl's slender calves, soft waist, and the soft and delicate smile when she looked back...... All of them are detailed and vivid.

"Is it pretty?" He quickly finished the painting and showed her the work.

"Well, it's good-looking!"

"For you."

Liu Xuanxuan took the painting and held it in her arms with joy: "You paint so well, then you have to paint one for me every year as a gift!" ”