Chapter 97: Mo Langlan's Memories (5)

The scattered scrolls rolled aside, and the ground at that time happened to be covered with water, soaking one of the scrolls, which was her painting for the final round of the competition, the weeping skirt.

Chen Zining looked at the picture scroll that was slowly soaked in water, and a sad aura appeared inexplicably in her eyes.

She didn't even look up at the person who had bumped into her, she stared at the scroll in distraction, and after a while, she turned her head, put away the other scrolls with misty eyes, picked up the other paintings scattered on the ground, grabbed the case and walked outside.

Maybe it was the sadness in Chen Zining's eyes that infected Mo Langlan at that time, or maybe the aura she exuded was too desperate, and just when she was about to pass by him, Mo Langlan grabbed her arm.

"Why don't you pick up that painting?" Mo Ranlan, who was holding Chen Zining's arm, asked her in a low voice.

Mo Langlan's eyes staring at her were not as bright and clear as when he was on the stage just now, and he was lifeless at this time, but it was a pity that he had such a pure pair of eyes, Mo Langlan thought to himself.

Chen Zining, who had been walking with her eyes down, raised her eyes to look at Mo Langlan, "Can you pick up the soaked paintings, can the dead be resurrected?"

Mo Langlan didn't expect her to ask such a rhetorical question, and was stunned for a moment, and Chen Zining only glanced at Mo Langlan lightly, shook her shoulders, got rid of Mo Langlan's hand, turned around and walked out of the cultural company indifferently.

Mo Langlan saw her indifferent glance, his heart throbbed inexplicably, he strode forward and clasped Chen Zining's arms with both hands, "Be my woman, I spoil you." He said in a domineering tone, of course.

Chen Zining was clasped like this, and the painting tools in her hand and the album she was holding fell to the ground, her eyes moved, and she still lowered her eyes to knock off Mo Qianglan's arms against her.

Don't even want to fall to the ground, Chen Zining glanced at Mo Ranlan and walked outside indifferently.

Mo Ranlan stared at Chen Zining's back as she walked out, waved her hand indifferently, withdrew her gaze, shook her head and left, it was just an ordinary woman, just excited because of her rare sympathy, she was not worth his effort to get.

Two people, one walked outside, the other walked inside, and the rest were scattered on the ground with picture scrolls and lonely painting boxes, which looked particularly abrupt on the white floor.

And this time, the second meeting between him and her, still did not leave any traces in his heart, and his life was still colorful, busy with EA's work, sleeping with different women, and occasionally going to the gym.

After another period of time, at that time, Gu Feng was teaching at F University because of his friend, and when he went to look for Gu Feng, he saw the woman named Chen Zining again in the beautiful artificial lake.

She also wore a ponytail, but today she was more feminine, she was wearing an ankle-length floral dress, a small denim shawl on the upper body, and a pair of ordinary sandals on her feet.

Next to her, not the only one he had seen twice, there was a man with his arm around her shoulder, walking with her affectionately on the weeping willow bank by the artificial lake, and although she was still quiet, she would occasionally smile and laugh with the man.

Mo Ranglan, who was sitting in the back seat of the sports car, was inexplicably displeased with those lifeless eyes that flashed through his mind again, no one had ever rejected him, this woman, just for the sake of an ordinary college student?