"It's okay...can't I have a word with you?"
"I am very busy."
"What are you busy with? There are no customers." Jasmine pursed her lips.
"Can't I feed the pigeons?"
"Oh... ok, ok..."
"If there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first."
"Hey!" Jasmine suddenly stopped him. After a while, she spoke, her voice a little erratic, "You... you kind of look like a person."
"Who was it? Your ex-boyfriend? He made you pregnant and then dumped him?"
"...Why are you so mean-mouthed?"
"I can tell by the look in your eyes, what? Is he as ugly as me?"
"You are wearing a mask, how do I know if you are ugly or not?"
Jasmine stretched out her hand to remove his mask, but the man stepped back and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I just want to see what you look like."
"You can watch it if you want? Go away, don't bother me, or I'm going to beat someone up."
"Then...how can I see what you look like?"
The man sneered: "It's okay in bed."
"You!..." Jasmine was frightened and took a step back.
"Are you scared? Don't worry, I'm not interested in oriental women. I'm just kidding you, I'm leaving."
"I……"
The man suddenly said coldly: "Are you too bored or too lonely to strike up a conversation with everyone you meet?"
"No way." Jasmine was furious, "I have a boyfriend, okay?"
"What about others?"
"He..." Jasmine pursed her lips, "He is in China."
"Oh, then why are you here? You don't like him?"
"Who says I don't like him!" Jasmine shouted towards the sky, "I like him so much!!"
"Then why are you here?"
"Because I like him too much, but I can't like him." Jasmine smiled faintly, "Okay, goodbye, you are not him, he will not come here."
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After that, the man disappeared for a long time.
Jasmine stands in the square every day waiting, will he never show up again?
Who is he...?
Finally one day, he appeared again.
It still looks dusty.
Jasmine stood in front of him.
"It's you again." The man said tiredly, "I'm very tired and have no time to chat with you."
"I'm not here to chat, I'm here to do business with you." Jasmine took out ten pounds and said with a smile, "Come and paint a picture for me."
"Oh, okay." The man picked up the pen and wrote quickly.
Jasmine sat in front of him obediently.
Generally speaking, this kind of street painter can only draw a rough sketch, which can be completed in less than half an hour. But Jasmine sat in front of him from morning to noon, and from noon to afternoon, and the man's painting remained the same.
Not finished painting.
Jasmine couldn't help but said to him: "Hey, what are you painting, and why haven't you finished it after so long?"
The man didn't even raise his head and continued to write rapidly. Jasmine sat there and couldn't move, so she waited until the man stretched and said, "I'm done."
Jasmine then said: "Then give me the painting."
"You can't look at it now." The man folded a scroll and handed it to Jasmine: "You can look at it when you get home."
Then the man's figure packed up the painting materials and left gracefully.
Jasmine took the scroll and returned to the apartment with mixed emotions. When she opened the scrolls, she was shocked.
In fact, when she saw the tall figure feeding the pigeons, she already felt something in her heart, but when she saw those pictures, her tears fell without restraint.
It was not one painting, but many, many paintings, forming a large picture scroll, and those paintings were not what she looked like today.
This chapter has been completed!