Summer:......

The heart beats non-stop in the chest like a rabbit, and the early summer is excited and excited.

She covered her eyes with her hands, and at this moment, it seemed as if she was about to lose control of her emotions.

She still didn't reply, but her face kept changing.

She likes Mo Ling, but at this moment, she doesn't have the courage to say it directly.

Mo Ling saw that the girl beside him was already nervous and speechless, so he didn't continue the topic.

He got up and walked to the door of one of the bedrooms, the door was open to see what was inside the bedroom.

This is a very small bedroom, it should be only fifteen or sixteen square meters, the bedroom has a bed of about 1.2 meters, a small wardrobe, a small desk, and a guzheng in the left corner.

Clean and tidy bedroom, even the quilt is neatly folded.

At this time, Mo Ling's eyes were attracted by a picture album on the desk.

Is it a painting made in early summer?

Mo Ling then walked in and picked up the thick album.

He took the album to the living room.

"Is it all your work?" Mo Ling asked.

He also has two albums, but both of them he drew when he was a student, and after work, he rarely paints.

Chu Xia nodded, this is the colored pencil painting she has painted in the past three years.

"Can I watch it?" Mo Ling asked again, out of respect, he didn't immediately open the picture book.

Early Summer nodded and said yes.

In fact, these paintings are not very good, and she herself is not satisfied.

Mo Ling opened the album, and soon he saw the works inside, the first painting was a bouquet of blooming daffodils, and there was nothing wrong with the use of lines and colors, and the work was decent.

He turned to the second one, this painting is a house, a very old house, no, this should be the kind of small mud house in the countryside from decades ago, there is a small lawn in front of the house, and the weeds in the lawn grow very high, you can see that the house in the painting has not been inhabited for a long time, and in front of the house is a path, and both sides of the path are also overgrown with weeds.

The scenery in the painting looks desolate and lonely, as if it has been deserted, and no one has been in a place for a long time.

It's just that......

Mo Ling suddenly frowned.

He stared at the painting for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt, and he always felt as if he had seen this place somewhere, and the little earthen house in this painting.

Could it be......

Some long-ago pictures suddenly appeared in Mo Ling's mind, and he looked at the painting carefully again, and basically determined seven or eight points.

"In early summer, did you imagine this painting yourself, or did you personally go to this place and paint it on the spot."

Mo Ling handed the painting book to Chu Xia and pointed to the second colored pencil painting inside.

"What do you say......" Chu Xia thought for a while and said: "This is the year before last, no, the summer vacation after my college entrance examination ended the year before last, I went to a small township below Liyang City with my parents and grandparents, which attracted many tourists with its characteristic farmhouse experience." I painted this painting when we were fishing and barbecue in a village. The village is very well developed, and every family has built beautiful houses, which are more beautiful and magnificent than many villas in our night city, but only this old mud house suddenly appears in this village, which looks very special. You know, it's rare to see this kind of earthen house built tens or hundreds of years ago now, so I painted this small house.

Hatsu explained.

Mo Ling was still staring at the room in the painting.

"The small village you are talking about is called Mangshan Village, right?"