‘Monterey’ in Paris, France has always been the favorite place for tourists from all over the world.
Poets, scholars, painters, all those who long for freedom gather here, and they all long to find a place where their souls can rest.
Many painters gathered in groups in front of the spacious church, picking up their brushes to depict the scenery and people in front of them.
A graceful oriental woman stared at a sculpture in front of the church from a distance.
She is very young, probably in her teens, wearing a long white dress, with smooth skin and long flowing hair.
This kind of scenery instantly became the focus of everyone.
"Want to paint? It's free." A rush of enthusiastic foreign men surrounded her.
She shook her head with a smile.
Her pale eyes passed over the wanderers setting up easels in front of the church one by one. She felt very moved and really admired these people who could leave the world behind and pursue freedom.
Finally, her eyes stopped in front of a man who had been burying his head.
The man wore a black coat made of woolen cloth, his hair covered his beautiful eyes, and his three-dimensional nose bridge was as sharp as a knife.
He always focused on the painting in his hand and was not affected by the noise from the outside world.
Yan Nuannuan was very curious.
She walked into him slowly, and she felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest. He looked so similar to the beautiful uncle in her memory.
Her dream, her dream since she was a child, is to find him.
She left a little hastily, she was very nervous, she didn't know if her beautiful uncle still remembered her!
"Excuse me...can you draw a portrait for me?" She stopped her beating heart and lowered her head and asked.
Look up, smile, and have beautiful peach blossom eyes.
Kudo Tomohisa was slightly startled when he saw Yan Nuannuan.
Her young and beautiful face, her white skirt and her long black hair were exactly the same as the beautiful figure in his memory that he could never forget!
But, how is it possible?
Kudo Tomohisa shook his head and said to Yan Nuannuan.
"Girl, do you want a portrait?"
"Yeah!" Nuannuan nodded.
She knew that he was her beautiful uncle, but she didn't have the courage to call him.
"Sit tight and sit tight!"
Tomohisa Kudo picked up the brush and sharpened it on the edge of the drawing paper.
He began to concentrate on describing it, while Yan Nuannuan sat obediently and was too nervous to move.
He was painting, feeling a little dazed. He didn't know whether he was painting the shadow deep in his heart or the beautiful girl in front of him.
This painting took him twice as long as usual. After completing it, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ok?"
"Um!"
Taking off the painting and handing it to him, she gently touched his clean and slender fingers.
"Thanks!"
"goodbye!"
------------------I squeezed out a day to code an ending that is not the ending, and actually came up with the idea of falling in love at the end of my life. Uh-huh, my fingertips are so evil!
End!
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