Their Intriguing Marriage

Over the past few days, Li Qingning traveled all the way to several cities, to Guilin, to Dali, and finally to Sanya. As a general escape, rushed through one city after another. Every city has a different scenery, which makes her want to settle down from now on.

But no, she has to go far enough that the man will never find himself in his life.

Finally, she arrived in New York. With her simple luggage, she constantly navigates with a mobile phone map, asks for directions in unfamiliar English, and walks through strange streets, passing by people with different skin colors.

She thought she should find a place to live first and then make plans.

Eyes a little confused to walk through this strange country, she had to face the timidity in her heart. When passing a small square, she saw the bench on the square. She suddenly felt a little tired, so she dragged her suitcase and sat down.

There are also some artists in the square with scaffolding in front of them, inviting passers-by to paint portraits for them to make money. She bought a small portion of dry corn and squatted down to feed the pigeons that fell on the square. All the pigeons flew to her side and landed on her hand without fear, pecking at the food in her hand.

Looking at the pigeon around her, her mood suddenly became clear.

Suddenly, a soft hand patted behind her.

She turned around and saw a man with deep eyes and a high nose, but the pupil was like an Asian man standing behind her, looking down at her with a kind smile on her face.

But for the first time, Li Qingning's face was still on guard. Immediately stood up, beside the pigeon a call and scattered, flew to other places.

She stood up and looked at the man, her eyes full of vigilance and asked, "excuse me?"

The man seemed to see the vigilance in her eyes, and the smile on his face deepened a little. He waved his hand to her and asked her in English if he could draw a portrait of her. Because he thought the scene when she fed the pigeons was so beautiful, he recorded the moment with the camera.

Then she showed her the picture in her hand.

In the photo, she has a clear smile on her face. She is no longer gloomy and melancholy in the past. Even her depression seems to have been dissipated by the good sunshine in New York.

She looked at the photo, her heart also unconsciously cleared up.

Li Qingning said thanks to her in English, then bowed his head to think about it, waved his hand to him and said sorry, I still need to find a place to live.

Because I haven't used English for a long time, a word was stuttered by her.

But the man's expression was not embarrassed after being rejected, but always with a friendly smile.

He looked at her and asked tentatively in Chinese, "excuse me, are you Chinese?"

A little surprise flashed in Li's eyes. Hearing Chinese in such a strange country was like returning to a familiar place in an instant. That kind of intimacy made her inner uneasiness dissipate a lot in an instant.

She nodded hard and asked, "are you, too?"

The man laughed and said, "well, I'm Chinese. My parents immigrated here before I was born, but they all speak Chinese at home."

"So." Li Qingning nodded thoughtfully, but the surprise in his eyes didn't go away for a long time.

He said with a smile, "now, can I draw a portrait of a beautiful lady like you?"

She thought about it, nodded to him with a smile, then followed him to the other corner of the square, sat down on the wooden pony, and sat upright, with a solemn look on her face.

The man leaned out his head from behind the drawing board, blinked at her and said, "you don't have to be so nervous. Relax. You can also have slight body movements."

Then she realized that she looked too stiff, and she was embarrassed to smile at him.

Before long, the man took off the drawing paper and held it in front of her. When he looked at her, a trace of shyness flashed on his handsome face and said, "are you satisfied with it?"

Li Qingning looked at himself in the portrait, with a pure smile on his face, as if he had no worries. He said softly with a smile, "you've painted too well."

Then he took out his wallet from his pocket and paid him. But the man held her hand and said, "no, it's art. You can't use money to measure the value of art. I gave you this painting."

Li Qingning looked at him awkwardly and said, "isn't this... Good?"

"Miss, I really think your eyes and smile are very beautiful, which can be called art. If you think you're in debt, come and model for me often. " Said, also toward her blink, Junlang's facial features at the moment look even a little childlike mischievous.

He rolled up the painting with a smile and tied it with a ribbon. Then he put the photo on her hand and said, "I saw you at a glance since you appeared in the small square, but I think you seem to have something on your mind. No matter what, you should keep the smile on the photo. It's really beautiful."

Li Qingning looked at himself in the photo and told himself that when he came to such a new country, he was going to say goodbye to the man, his hard and unforgettable memories and all the things before.

Yeah, it's time to start a new life. One can't always be clouded by the past.

Maybe this man, the goodwill of this country to her, will not be as difficult as he imagined in the future.

Back at her hotel, she was a little exhausted. Before she had time to take a bath, she lay on the soft bed in the hotel, and her legs and feet were so sore that she couldn't move any more.

The lines on the ceiling, and the crystal chandelier emitting warm yellow, gradually, her eyes began to become a little fuzzy, and her consciousness began to be a little lax.

Finally, I fell asleep.

When Li Lin knocked on the door of the apartment again, to her surprise, Lan Qing opened the door of the apartment.

He looked a little obviously haggard, just like a declining aristocrat, with light green stubble on his temples, deep socket in his eyes, and fatigue between his brows.

Her impression of President LAN has always been delicate and impeccable, but at the moment, he seems to have suddenly become another person overnight, and even his sharp spirit is weak.

His dark eyes looked wet and sad. He looked at Li Lin and said, "come in." The low voice sounds a little hoarse.

Some place in Li Lin's heart suddenly developed a kind of complex emotion, which was not clear.

It turns out that love can change a person in this way. It can make you energetic and look like a winner in the world. It can also make you feel down and embarrassed overnight, as if you have lost the whole world.