Mu Xiangqing hurried back to the room, opened the closet, and looked around the clothes, all of which were pants, short-sleeved sleeves, vests, etc., she liked them, but she got used to them, and others were used to them.

Mu Xiangqing frowned as if thinking about a difficult problem, sat down with a pout, and suddenly remembered that the things her father sent him yesterday should have skirts. Although she wore them less, her father, grandfather, and cousin liked to give her skirts.

She turned around and walked towards the utility room.

Since I knew that Mu Xiangqing was coming to Bei'an to go to school, Mu Feiyu transformed the utility room into a cloakroom and asked Mu Xiangqing to put things on.

After entering, Mu Xiangqing looked around and her clothes were hung up by the people who sent them, and she did have a skirt.

Go forward and choose, Mu Xiangqing picked it up and changed it.

After changing his clothes and standing in front of the full-length mirror, Mu Xiangqing was very satisfied, but the next second he frowned slightly at his half-length hair, and then turned back to the room.

When the phone rang, Mu Xiangqing just changed into her shoes.

Mu Xiangqing pressed the phone and went out.

Going downstairs and walking out of the door, she met her eyes with a pair of gentle and stunning smiles.

Mu Xiangqing was very satisfied with the effect she saw, but she was also amazed.

Sikong Jue was wearing a white shirt with the hem stuffed into light gray casual pants, white shoes, and Xin's long height, a clothes rack. His eyes were filled with an unparalleled and handsome face.

The whole person exudes a clean, noble and elegant temperament.

It's like a handsome man coming out of a comic. He's so handsome, how can anyone be so perfect?

Sikong Jue was also shocked when he looked at Mu Xiangqing.

The lotus sleeved dress has a simple light green upper body, with embroidered patterns at the waist and over the knee hem, and the lower skirt hem is a gradient from the lightest green to the forest green. It is paired with a pair of white single shoes, fresh and elegant.

She combed her hair into a bun, she was playful and cute, with delicate and cold facial features and smiled, fair skin without makeup, and was as beautiful as a little elf who accidentally fell into the world to play.

The two looked at each other and were amazed by each other. A trace of invisible thread connected their hearts, and the attraction also caused the heartbeat to accelerate.

Sikong Jue blinked his eyes, put away his stunning and tenderness a little, and secretly calmed down a little with his self-control. He pulled open the door of the passenger seat sideways and said with a smile, "Xiaoqing."

Mu Xiangqing also came back to her senses when she heard this. She was crazy about being crazy. Her hands were folded behind her back, and she was actually pinching herself to calm down and get in the car. Sikong Jue closed the car door.

When Sikong Jue got into the car, he first brought a bag from behind and brought Mu Xiangqing a warm drink, "Milk tea, eat something to put your stomach first."

Mu Xiangqing took the milk tea, lowered her thick eyelashes, and a sweet smile appeared in her eyes.

After starting the car, Sikong Jue asked, "Do you want to have dinner together?"

Mu Xiangqing nipped the straw lightly, looked up and looked at Sikong Jue. The carved side face was filled with a slight tenderness, "What should I eat?"

"A new cruise restaurant is opened at Beigang Pier. You can book dishes. I chose K-Chinese cuisine."

Mu Xiangqing curled her lips, "Okay."

After answering, he took out the small cake from the bag and took a few bites. Mu Xiangqing suddenly raised his eyebrows, "How do you know I like to eat K-Chinese food?"

Sikong Jue took a look and was very doting, "I came back during the summer vacation. You went abroad. I found out that you went to K Country. You went to your teacher's place. We missed it at the airport."

Mu Xiangqing was not angry and Sikong Jue had investigated her incident, and his mind kept echoing, "We missed it at the airport."

"So you have already thought of waiting for me at Bei'an University?" Mu Xiangqing was a little surprised.

"Yes." Sikong Jue said the word "Yes."

Mu Xiangqing looked at the almost perfect side face, and at this moment her heart was surrounded by warmth.

He didn't understand how deep her injuries were, and just wanted to treat and protect her in the way she thought was the best.

She didn't want to be hurt anymore, and pushed away again and again when he appeared.z.br

If Sikong Jue gave up between them, they would be two parallel lines from now on and there would be no intersection.

regret

And regret, Mu Xiangqing didn't know how long it would last, but she would definitely have it. She would never look back when she was so unfamiliar with such a strong person.

He noticed that Mu Xiangqing had been looking at her for a long time, Sikong Jue looked at her, "What's wrong?"

Mu Xiangqing suddenly came back to her senses, lowered her head and bite the straw to drink milk tea, "It's okay."

When they arrived at the place, the two walked to the entrance of the exhibition hall.

Mu Xiangqing looked around and landed on the sign at the door, slightly shocked, "Su Qianzhi."

She turned her head and looked at Sikong Jue, "I'm very curious. Could it be your relative?"

Sikong Jue curled his lips intrigue, "Well, it's also the Su family, and he is considered a cousin from afar. He didn't come here and went into seclusion to create."

"This should be the first time he has opened such a large-scale art exhibition?"

"yes."

Su Qianzhi became famous at a young age. At the age of fifteen, he shined in the painting world with a lotus picture. He made his mark in the painting world and was called the most talented painter in the past decade by the masters of the painting world.

After that, new works appeared every year, with no limit on the number, sometimes one, sometimes five or six.

So far, Su Qianzhi is twenty-four years old. In nine years, he has already had fifty paintings, which is more than the productions of some painting masters.

Mu Xiangqing knew that Su Qianzhi was because Mu Qingsong liked his paintings in recent years and had collected two of them and hung them in the study.

Su Qianzhi's paintings are rarely sold, and most of them are auctioned and mainly charitable.

So many people speculate that Su Qianzhi has a good background, is not short of money, and is also very mysterious, and no one has found his origin.

Sikong Jue said again, "This time he lost a bet with his friend and forced him to take out all his treasures. His friend is from Bei'an, so he chose to issue the ticket here. The ticket was gone very early. These two tickets were left to him by my cousin's friend. Anyway, he doesn't like self-appreciation, so I used them to borrow flowers to worship Buddha."

He also remembered the conversation between Mu Xiangqing and Lu Rifeng and others before. He knew that she liked painting, so he knew that her cousin from afar was going to hold a painting exhibition, so he asked Mu Xiangqing to come and see it.

Mu Xiangqing nodded clearly and went in.

There are not many people, and everyone is quietly admiring the paintings.

Mu Xiangqing admired her very seriously, and her enlightenment for painting came from her mother.

Her mother Mu Wanying also likes ink painting the most.

When she was a child, Mu Xiangqing was grinding obediently, and her mother was painting. Every time she almost finished painting, her father would come back, and then her father would write inscriptions.

Her mother would smile and say, "This is done by their family."

Sikong absolutely didn't understand it. It was enough to follow Mu Xiangqing and watch her happy.

Without appreciating a few paintings, Mu Xiangqing suddenly stopped and looked ahead.

Sikong Jue followed Mu Xiangqing's gaze and it was her father, Zhong Nanming.

Standing behind Mu Xiangqing, Sikong Jue couldn't see her expression.

Mu Xiangqing's eyes were bright and hot. No wonder her father didn't look for her today. It turned out to be here to see the art exhibition.

Mu Xiangqing turned around and signaled Sikong Jue to go out.

In just a moment, Sikong Jue had already seen a touch of redness in Mu Xiangqing's eyes.

When I arrived at the corridor outside and stood in front of the railing, Mu Xiangqing looked at the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window, "My father has no idea about paintings at all, he is a layman."

But he just looked at it very seriously.

Sikong had no time to say this sentence, and Mu Xiangqing said again, "But he would go to see any art exhibition in recent years, as if he had seen it, and my mother would also see it, and then my mother would be very happy."

"I've heard him go to the art exhibition several times before, but I listened to it as a joke. Just now..." Mu Xiangqing lowered her head and took a deep breath, then looked at Sikong Jue, "But I just saw him so serious and focused just now, and I seemed to see my mother watching with him."

"If it's true, that's great."

Mu Xiangqing choked and said this, and his eyes were crystal clear.

Sikong Jue reached out and hugged her into his arms. He couldn't say anything to comfort him because he was pale and powerless.

Because the past cannot be changed.

Mu Xiangqing raised her hands and surrounded Sikong Jue's waist, making her sad, but she resisted crying because she had a warm embrace at this moment.

The orange-yellow sunset shines in through the window and falls on the two of them embracing each other, as beautiful as a painting.

After a moment, Mu Xiangqing survived the sudden rise of sadness, raised her head and bent her lips slightly, "I'm fine."

Thank you.

Thank you Mu Xiangqing for saying this in his heart.

Sikong never wanted to let go of the sweetheart in his arms, but now is not the time. He is not qualified yet. He slowly let go of her and raised his hand to help her messy hair. "Do you still go in and see?"

"Is there another time?" Mu Xiangqing didn't want to go in and disturb her father. He should have wanted to watch it alone.

Sikong Jue smiled, "There is one more game at 5 pm on Saturday, only two games, and I can still get tickets."

Even if not, he will find a way to get it.

Mu Xiangqing's eyes moved and her tone was light, "Well, let's see it again on Saturday."

After saying that, he turned around and went downstairs.

Sikong Jue followed, "Go to have a meal now?"

"good."

After dinner, Sikong Jue sent Mu Xiangqing home, which is Mu Feiyu's apartment.
To be continued...