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"Go back to the young master, the third lady is in the flower room, I will take you there right now." The servant smiled quickly and came forward to greet him, holding the umbrella for him.
The flower room has regained its former vitality, with large swaths of roses in full bloom. Due to the rain, the transparent glass flower wall seems to be covered with a layer of mist, giving it a hazy beauty.
"Sister Qingwan!"
Before anyone arrived, Xiao Qinglang¡¯s voice had already arrived. Xun Qingwan turned around to look, and the small figure flew towards her, ¡°I brought a drawing board, we can draw together!¡±
There were water drops on his hair, his face was flushed, his eyes were as bright as a deer, and his smile was as bright as a star.
"Okay, I just happen to be planning to draw too."
Qingwan smiled and reached out to brush his hair. She saw a tall and slender figure from the corner of her eye, and her movements suddenly froze.
Lu Jingchuan strolled into the flower room. His body was stained with moisture, and there were fine droplets of water on his hair on his forehead. Even his handsome face that made people dare not look directly at him was stained with rain and mist.
Qingwan's heart suddenly shrank, and spasmodic pain spread. She pinched her palms, stood up, and said politely, "Young Master Lu."
The girl's expression and voice were full of restraint, unlike when he first saw her when he came in. She had a light smile and the way she stroked Xiao Qinglang's hair was like a gentle silent lens, which made him feel a little dazed for a moment. The blue-green skirt appeared inexplicably.
"Yes." He walked closer, with a faint smile on the corners of his lips, "Miss Third, can you draw?"
"I majored in painting in college, so I know a little bit."
Qingwan and Manjun both like painting, but Manjun paints more Chinese paintings, while she prefers oil paintings.
As she got closer, Qingwan couldn't help but look at his forehead. The very faint scar, if she hadn't looked at it deliberately, she wouldn't have noticed it at all.
He was tall, so she had to look up at him.
"Is Young Master Lu here to pick up my second sister?" There will be a cocktail party today, and Mr. Xun Man will attend with the Lu family, which can be regarded as a disguised introduction to Mr. Xun Man's identity to others.
"Yeah." Lu Jingchuan looked at Qinglang, "Send this guy over by the way."
Qinglang already put down the small drawing board with a hum, "Sister Qingwan, can you help me get a shelf? I also want to draw like you."
Qingwan asked Uncle Xun to get an easel and a stool suitable for the little guy's height. After setting it up, he turned around and found that Lu Jingchuan was still standing there, looking at them silently, his eyes dark.
He found that he couldn¡¯t understand this girl.
When he first met her, he thought she was a petty, willful little girl who dressed up to take the spotlight in such a scene.
But the next two times, she didn¡¯t seem to have that kind of temper.
"Young Master Lu, my second sister should be ready soon"
The implication is that it¡¯s time to leave.
As long as he is here, she can't help but think about what happened between the two of them, that night, and the little brother who bled to catch her when she was young.
Could that young man who held her tenderly and coaxed her be him?
"Is Third Miss chasing me away?" He looked at her with a half-smile.
Qingwan said hurriedly: "Of course not, I just think that if the second sister comes downstairs and sees you waiting for her, she will be very happy."
"Cousin, aren't you going to pick up your fianc¨¦e? Go quickly, I'm going to paint with Sister Qingwan!" Xiao Qinglang moved her butt, without even looking at Lu Jingchuan, and said to Lu Jingchuan excitedly: "Sister Qingwan, is this how you hold your pen?"
"Yes, that's it" Qing Wan taught Qing Lang softly and ignored Lu Jingchuan. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com