In the end, Zuo Xingyun still drove the car to the Cantonese restaurant where he had eaten before.

Xiang Wan was puzzled: "Aren't you going to change it?" ”

Zuo Xingyun looked at the signboard of the restaurant through the car window: "Although the taste has changed, how do you know if you can accept it if you don't eat it a few times?" ”

I don't know if it's a perception error, Xiang Wan always thinks he has something to say.

Without waiting for her to think deeply, Zuo Xingyun opened the door and got out of the car: "Among the Cantonese restaurants I know, there is nothing better than this one, let's try again." ”

Hearing this, Xiang Wan put aside the strange thoughts in her mind, she thought too much.

Walking into the restaurant, she habitually picked a window seat, so that when eating, she could also look at the street scene, whether it was Haicheng in the evening or Haicheng at night, there was a different kind of beauty, regardless of its own prosperity, it was a kind of native love for his hometown.

After ordering, Zuo Xingyun suddenly said, "There is a smell of gardenias, do you smell it?" ”

Xiang Wan sniffed intently, sure enough, there was a fragrance, not very strong, and it smelled a kind of elegant beauty, but she couldn't find the source of the fragrance.

When she looked at Zuo Xingyun again, his attention was no longer on the scent of gardenias, which did not come from the source.

He quietly looked out the window at the street, half of his face hidden in the shadows, his bony hands folded on the table in front of him, deep and elegant.

It was evening, and the setting sun illuminated the clouds, shrouding the city's high-rise buildings in a riot of colours, while the streets were obscured by the towers, and the colour lines seemed to have been cut by a skilled painter, turning the whole world half bright and warm and half dull and soft.

Xiang Wan was attracted by this scenery, picked up his mobile phone and adjusted the camera function, took photos from all directions, and kept the stunning beauty of this world as much as possible.

She hid a little caution and photographed Zuo Xingyun, who was sitting opposite, and it happened that the warm lights in the dining room and the clouds in the sky were mixed together, and the shimmer was dotted on his hair, and the picture was so beautiful that it was heartwarming.

As everyone knows, her little trick has already been discovered.

Zuo Xingyun suddenly looked at her, his eyebrows soft: "Finished shooting?" Send it to me. ”

was caught secretly shooting, Xiang Wan was embarrassed for a moment, and sent the photo to Zuo Xingyun's mobile phone.

After watching, he said, "Not bad. ”

Xiang Wan was a little happy in her heart, people always like the feeling of being recognized, there is no doubt about this.

When I got home in the evening, Xiang Wan found that Zuo Xingyun's WeChat avatar was replaced by the photo she took, he himself was impeccable, and he was particularly photogenic, even if it was a side face, it could make people feel excited just by looking at it.

She itched when she took that photo, hurriedly took a shower, turned out her drawing tools, and began to make the most preliminary composition. I originally wanted to come back early to rest, and I don't feel tired at this time, love can always cover up tiredness, painting is what she has learned from elementary school to adulthood, and she loves it the most, and there is no one.

Since the accident at home, she has no intention of anything else, and even her favorite long hair may not have been maintained for a long time, at this moment, she feels that she is alive for a long time.

It was impossible to complete a painting with complete colors in such a little time, and she stayed up until her eyelids sank, and then she threw away the brush and lay down, not forgetting to warn Nian Nian: "Don't touch my painting...... Good night. ”