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[Gentle and sinister sister] × [Introverted and sensitive sister is easy to deceive]
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The most famous art exhibition in Province A is actually scheduled to be held on the Xicheng seaside. The organizer specially invited Yan Mingyu, a talented girl in the painting world, to explain the theme of the art exhibition. This girl, who has not yet graduated from college, was discovered by the art master Guo Lao because her work "Looking to the Sun" unexpectedly became popular on the Internet, and she was accepted as a closed disciple.
The future is bright.
At the art exhibition, in front of thousands of people, Yan Mingyu talked eloquently and gracefully. The choice of words and sentences, every frown and smile are just right and elegant. Everyone was amazed, he was indeed Mr. Guo's disciple!
After the speech, Yan Mingyu walked to the corridor, smiled lightly, and took photos with the visitors. His eyes moved, but his expression suddenly solidified in an instant.
She saw a familiar figure in the crowd, looking at her. A person that made her think about and dream about day and night. Memories came flooding back to me.
Sycamore. Sea breeze. Fireworks.
Youthful and ignorant, gossiping, young and frivolous.
And her lover whom she had not seen for three years.
Yan Mingyu's eyes were red and his legs were not working as he walked towards her. The commentator's voice said in his ear: "The flower language of sunflowers is silent love." Yan Mingyu choked up.
"Qingxu, long time no see."
At this moment of reunion, the shutter sounded, and the dusty heart beat again. The smell of waves reached her ears, the wind lifted the corners of her skirt, and the eyes of the two touched each other - she saw her lips moving, and there were also tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Yan Yan, I saw that painting." Her voice was as cold and gentle as ever. Yan Mingyu was embarrassed, lowered his head and clenched the corners of his clothes, without the calmness and generosity of his speech just now, like a girl who had just entered high school.
She asked in that painting: "Do you still like me?" She waited silently for three years for the answer, and finally knew the answer on this day.
"I don't like it." She chuckled and muttered: "Because..."
"I love you."
The youthfulness faded away, and the liking finally grew into love.
·HE
·Poor writing and vulgar plot
·The protagonist is not mature enough
·Reasonable comments, don't spray if you don't like it
Intention: Be brave
