Chapter 60 Loyal fans
After going out, Qingqian didn't ask the driver at home to take her there, but took the tram instead.

The scenery outside the window was constantly changing, and the passers-by in the car changed from batch to batch. When the car finally stopped at Kanagawa Station, Qingqian picked up her bag and prepared to get off.

After walking a few streets, Qingqian stopped in front of a shop selling painting materials.

Looking at "Yihua" (the name of the store) in front of her, Qingqian curled her lips, and quietly pushed the door open and went in.

At this time, it was the time for everyone to go to work and class, so there were no customers in the store except the employees.

Qingqian quietly walked over to the counter, seeing a person with his back facing her sorting out the newly arrived painting materials, Qingqian laughed twice.

"Ashu!" A sudden cry made the person who was tidying up tremble in shock.

As soon as he turned around, a shadow pounced in front of him. Fortunately, the man who had experienced such situations many times was already prepared, and firmly caught Qingqian who pounced on him.

"How many times have I said, you are not allowed to be called Ah Shu," the man rubbed Qingqian's cheeks fiercely: "You must call me cousin."

"I know, I know." Qingqian slapped away the hands that were messing with her face sadly.

"He just came here without replying to the message." This person was Qingqian's cousin Yingting Shuyu: "I didn't prepare at all."

"I want to give you a surprise." Qing smiled shamelessly: "Hurry up and show me the new paints and brushes."

"Hmph, I didn't know to come to see me until I heard that there are new paints, and usually I don't even see people!" Yingting Shuyu glanced at Qingqian.

"Who said that, I miss Ashu when I'm usually at home." Qingqian held Shu Yu's arm affectionately.

"Over there, go and see for yourself." Shu Yu pointed helplessly at the shelf on one side, and did not correct the plain name.

Shu Yu and this cousin have a lot of topics in common, so they have always been very close. Friends and family members often call her Shu Yu or Xiao Yu.

"Don't look at those, I left something for you." Shu Yu mysteriously pulled Qingqian to the back of the counter, and took out a simple and heavy wooden box from a small drawer: "Open it and have a look."

Qingqian opened the wooden box, there was an inkstone lying inside, Qingqian's eyes were shining, she carefully took out the inkstone, her plain fingers stroked the inkstone, it was smooth and delicate.

"Good inkstone." Qingqian put the inkstone back carefully.

"It's for you, do you like it?" Shu Yu smiled lightly.

"I like it." Qingqian has never been polite to Shu Yu: "I have something for you too."

Speaking of Qingqian, she took out the rolled up painting from the bag she was carrying.

"This is a self-portrait drawn for you," Qingqian opened it, and the person painted on it was Shu Yu.

"I'm going to hang it up, come and help me." Shu Yu was so happy that she dragged Qingqian to the exhibition area.

Nearly [-] paintings, large and small, are hung in the exhibition area, including gouache paintings and sketches. Some of the paintings are landscapes and some are figures. The only thing they have in common is the word "Qing" in the lower right corner.

The masters of these paintings can be imagined.

"I've hung up all the paintings you gave me. Many customers wanted to buy them before, but I didn't give up." Shu Yu can be regarded as a loyal fan of Qingqian.

Qingqian handed the tape to Shu Yu who was standing on the ladder, and was about to say something, when the sound of wind chimes came from the door, indicating that a guest had come.

(End of this chapter)

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