After the exhibition, some of Qingyou's paintings were honored to be noticed by the museum and will continue to be exhibited in the museum for a month. In this way, Qingyou has a more sufficient reason to stay, she understands Zhou Han, and it will have the opposite effect if she is in a hurry, it is better to wait quietly, Zhou Han's credibility and sense of responsibility are the foundation of his creation of the Tianhan Kingdom, in this case, why should he be in a hurry? She is a smart woman, and she naturally knows how to avoid it at the right time.

Yang Yifeng came to the hotel early in the morning to find Qingyou, "Qingyou, Zhou Han found you a house in the suburbs, it should be very suitable for you to paint, I'll help you move over." ”

"House?" Qingyou was lost for a while, what are you doing to find me a house, so you don't want me to disturb you? "Okay, I'm looking for it too~"

"Then pack up quickly, I'll be your free coolie today." After speaking, Yang Yifeng added again, "Qingyou, where is suitable for you..."

Of course, Qingyou heard the meaning of his words, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile, "Well, I know!" ”

The car drove into a European-style villa on the seaside in the suburbs, which is quiet and fresh, facing the sea. Qingyou was naturally very happy, Zhou Han still knew her, and thinking about it made up for the loss just now.

Yang Yifeng stopped the car, walked out of the car, spread his hands, and breathed the air here, "Qingyou, this place is so beautiful, Zhou Han still understands your mind." ”

"Hehe..."It would be better if he could live here with me, I hope this day will not be far away."

Yang Yifeng thought silently in his heart, Qingyou, I understand you better than Zhou Han, why can't you look at me?

"Don't be in a daze, let's go in and have a look!" Qingyou urged, as he walked to the trunk of the box.

"Oh," Yang Yifeng took the box in her hand, "I'll come, you go open the door!" ”

Qingyou turned the key, as carefully as if opening a magic gift box, the layout inside did not disappoint her, the large floor-to-ceiling windows, simple and warm decoration, the spacious hall and the specially designed studio are integrated, full of rich artistic atmosphere.

Qingyou immediately saw the silver-white piano in the hall, she walked to the piano, and her fingers gently stroked the little dust on it. She sat down slowly, flipped up the lid of the piano, touched the keys, and the piano made a clear and pleasant sound, and she played it unconsciously.

Memories of five years ago replayed back in her mind like a movie film. Zhou Han sat next to her and listened to her play quietly, he would take the opportunity to make trouble and deliberately play a few times with his hands, but she was still able to finish the song with a smile, and it was still pleasant.

Qingyou played the tune of the year, the technique was very jerky, and her hands now belong to oil paintings; She turned her head, there was no room around her, Zhou Han was not there, Zhou Han now belonged to Ningxia Xia, and her tears couldn't help but flow...

"Qingyou, what's wrong?" Yang Yifeng asked with concern, wasn't it okay just now, why did you cry while playing?

"I miss Zhou Han!" Qingyou stopped her hand and looked at the man who loved her deeply with tearful eyes, "Yifeng, help me make an appointment with Zhou Han next week, just say come here for dinner, then I can meet him." ”

Yang Yifeng helplessly spit out a word, "Okay!" ”

"Hehe," Qingyou turned his head to look at the piano, his eyes were empty, "Let's call everyone..."Isn't it just three months, I've been waiting for five years, not three months!"

Yang Yifeng didn't speak, just nodded, carried her suitcase upstairs, and Qingyou wiped her tears and followed.

"Yifeng, I'm sorry..."Qingyou knew Yang Yifeng's intentions, she shouldn't always ask him to do this and that unconditionally.

Yang Yifeng ignored it and opened a room directly, "This south-facing room should be the master bedroom," he put down the box, "It's spacious and bright, and you can also see the sea." ”

"Yifeng, I'm sorry," Kiyoyu continued, "I don't want to lose you, I didn't want to take advantage of you..."

Yang Yifeng turned his head to Qingyou, who was full of apologies, and suddenly grabbed her shoulders as if he had lost his mind and pressed her on the bed.

"Yifeng..."Qingyou exclaimed, "you... Do? …”