Rao is Mu Jinchen also nodded in agreement, there are many talented people in this world, and these street three-dimensional paintings can be called artists.

Walking through is all kinds of ingenious and lifelike three-dimensional paintings, some are painted directly on the floor, some are painted on the wall, and some even the lamppost does not let go, she never underestimates the wisdom of the masses of the people, and the artistic cells of the more outstanding people, only keep pressing the shutter of the camera, trying to include these precious works of art in the camera.

"It's a shame that Ran Ran didn't come, she learned to paint herself, and she loves these weird street art even more."

Mu Jinchen put his hands behind his back, watching the little woman holding a SLR stop and pat, happy like a little girl who had just been released.

The mood is very good, and occasionally he can't help but take out his mobile phone to take pictures of her smart appearance, in his opinion, Wushuang is the most beautiful scenery in his eyes.

"It's not that I can't come again, if I like it, I'll come again with her next time."

There is no problem with the security of this country, even if the two of them are asked to do it again, Mu Jinchen doesn't think there is much of a problem.

"I almost wanted to stay, it was so shocking."

Wushuang patted it, suddenly "huh", and stood in front of a mural that seemed to be embedded in the wall.

The content of the mural is very simple, the background is like the autumn Tung Avenue, the ground is full of dark yellow French plane leaves, a young woman sits on a simple bench, calm and beautiful eyes staring thoughtfully into the distance, a little remembrance, a little expectation, a little sadness......

It was a very complicated emotion, however, the reason why Wushuang stopped was not the artistic conception of this stroke, but the appearance of the woman in the painting......

Mu Jinchen obviously noticed it too, his handsome eyebrows were locked deeply, even his thin lips were pursed, and his voice was a little displeased, "Who drew it according to your appearance?" ”

Wushuang came back to his senses from the man's words, smiled heartily, and Yingying's eyes locked on the man's gaze, "Mu Jinchen, don't you think she is more like Ms. Xia, who is thirty years younger?" ”

Mu Jinchen didn't know who she was talking about for a moment, his handsome eyebrows were still locked, and Wushuang raised his toes and playfully stroked his eyebrows, "Big fool, my mother." ”

Mu Jinchen suddenly realized, looked at the painting seriously, stretched his deep brows a little, and finally nodded affirmatively, "It is indeed the mother." ”

Wushuang and Xia Muxue have similar temperament and appearance, but the biggest difference is that the eyes, Xia Muxue is a little extraordinary, when frowning slightly, her eyes will reveal this slight melancholy; Wushuang is pure and smart, and her eyebrows and eyes are a little raised with a smile before speaking, the amplitude is not large, and it is almost impossible to see when you don't speak, but you only need to bend the corners of your lips slightly, and you will definitely be able to bloom in spring, Mu Jinchen also loves her eyes very much, and has kissed there countless times, so it is easy to see the difference.

He stepped forward, dipped his fingers in the paint on the stand, looked around again before retracting his gaze and said, "This paint is not completely dry yet, and the person who painted it should still be nearby." ”

Wushuang also saw it, and subconsciously looked around, there were still many unfinished murals around, but at noon, those artists didn't know if they had gone to dinner, and there were only a few tourists on the entire art street, and there were no painters.

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