After being tamed by a cold beauty

Chapter 116
She likes Jiang Yuan.

Her "love" for Jiang Yuan is not the "love" between ordinary friends, nor the "love" of doctors for patients.

It is the kind of "love" between a man and a woman.

That night, Ji Liangke watched the video of the blogger called "Skillful Craftsman" many times.

There were not many videos, but she watched the same content over and over again as if she was tireless.

——Ji Liangke captured some information.

She could recognize the scene in the painting.It was the southernmost famous scenic spot on the map of the country, called Guangtong Ancient City.

It was a place full of fireworks in the world.

Therefore, there is a high probability that Jiang Yuan is in that city now.

She watched these videos again with great concentration. After a long, long time, she lowered her eyes and bit her lip.

She is going to find Jiang Yuan.

This time, she will not make a wrong choice again.

She's going to tell him what she likes, what she really thinks, and how she wants to spend the rest of her life with him.

If only there was time.

It's been two years, is it still too late?
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a month later.

Guangtong Ancient City.

A certain part of the old street.It used to be a dilapidated cultural hall.

This usually quiet place is extremely noisy today—a painting exhibition is being held here.

Now it's an exhibition hall.

There is a poster of the art exhibition at the door. There are not many famous painters on it, and most of them are just small painters with some reputation on the Internet.

One of them has a name - good craftsman.

This is a successful art exhibition. Even though there are no famous painters, it still attracts many tourists.

The theme of this exhibition is named "dream", because the paintings in the exhibition hall have various styles and contents.

But these paintings seem to have been carefully selected, and each one has a different beauty.

There were so many people who came to see the exhibition that it was almost full.

The curator ran around to keep order—a man with mid-length hair tied in pigtails and piercing eyes.

After a long time, he ran to the corner of the exhibition hall.

"I'm so busy, you are more relaxed." He said to the man sitting at the table in the corner.

Although he was complaining, there was a smile on his face.

The man sitting just slightly raised his eyelids, picked up the goblet beside him, and took a sip of the red wine in the glass.

The man was wearing a well-fitting white shirt, and the black cuff buttons reflected the deserted light.

His hair was light yellow, and the three obsidian studs on his ears shimmered in tiny pieces.

The light yellow hair color is not something everyone can control, but because his skin is very fair, the hair sets off the fair skin, not only does it not violate the harmony, but also has a stunning beauty.

His eyelashes are thick and slender, the bridge of his nose is straight, and the line of his jaw is smooth and beautiful, as if carved.

He was sitting lazily, with his long legs stretched out, exuding a certain abstinence all over his body - which attracted many little girls who watched the exhibition to look back frequently.

This is a man with exquisite appearance.

"Wow, Jiang Yuan, so many girls are looking at you! Hurry up and strike up a conversation, what a great opportunity, if you tell them that you are the one who painted the picture on the wall, who would not love it?" on you?"

——Yes, the man sitting is Jiang Yuan.

The curator, of course, is Ling Hui.

Ling Hui had already shaved off his full beard.Ling Hui, who had shaved off his beard, could even look a little handsome.

Jiang Yuan was expressionless and didn't take Ling Hui's words seriously at all.

"Go and go yourself."

"Tch, it's such a pity to see your virtues. If you are so blinded by this face, you won't strike up a conversation with any beautiful women." Ling Hui sat down on the chair next to Jiang Yuan aggressively.

Jiang Yuan was noncommittal.

Then, Ling Hui began to share his mental journey with Jiang Yuan.

Extremely proud, it can be said to be eloquent.

But he was called away after he didn't talk for long - this art exhibition has successfully kept Ling Hui busy.

The exhibition is open until six o'clock.

So at 06:30, when Ling Huihui arrived at the exhibition hall, Jiang Yuan was the only one in the exhibition hall.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Ling Hui's eyebrows drooping due to exhaustion suddenly raised again.

Jiang Yuan was standing in front of a certain painting, which was his own painting.

The cold light shone on him, and he was in a lonely corner.

It was incompatible with the bustling night scene outside.

solitary.

"I'll leave later." Jiang Yuan said with a calm expression.

He looked up at the painting with his pockets in his pockets, the cold and soft light refracted into his eyes, even his eyes were indifferent.

Not only indifference, but deep in his eyes, there is also a strong sentimentality.

"I'll take a break when you leave together." Ling Hui sat down.

Jiang Yuan nodded silently.

Ling Hui looked at Jiang Yuan's back and sighed.

——Jiang Yuan likes this painting very much.

However, every time he sees this painting, he always feels sad for a long time.

As it is now, he neither speaks nor does anything, but simply stares at the painting.

Ling Hui didn't know what to do about it. As a buddy, Jiang Yuan felt sad, so he just stayed with him.

Another 10 minutes passed.

Jiang Yuan finally retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes, suppressed the chaotic emotions in his eyes, and walked near Linghui.

"Let's go back."

Ling Hui didn't move.He looked at Jiang Yuan's expression.

He wanted Jiang Yuan to be happy.

"Jiang Yuan, why don't we go to the bar? Anyway, I've been tired all day."

Jiang Yuan raised his eyes.

Ling Hui then continued: "I just passed by that bar, and the resident singer there sang quite well, and the inside should not be bad."

Immediately, he smiled, with a slight frivolity in his smile: "Maybe there will be a beautiful encounter."

"I don't want to go." There was no emotion in Jiang Yuan's voice.

"Okay," Ling Hui shrugged, "then I won't go."

……

The bars in the ancient city always seem to have a kind of feeling.Different from bars in other areas, the bars here have a kind of leisurely and quiet romance.

In the bustling night, the slowly flowing singing voice and the light and shadow of the sky are intertwined together, turning into a layer of hazy veil, covering everything.

The light in the bar is beautiful and blurred.

The gentle and melodious singing came from a corner of the bar, and finally filled the whole bar.

The singing even spread to the ancient streets outside and to the ears of tourists outside.

——Singing from a long-haired woman on a dimly lit stage.She hugged the guitar and was immersed in the music.

She has long hair like black ink, and is wearing a dark blue tie-dye dress, the skirt hangs down softly, and the woman's ankles are white and delicate.

It's Ji Liangke.

Coming to the stage was just a whim - as long as she remembered that Jiang Yuan was in a certain corner of the city, her heart would be filled with unknown emotions, and even her heart would be faintly clenched.

(End of this chapter)