Well, this is personal style, and there's nothing wrong if you appreciate it from another angle.
Su Qiao is worried that if no one guides him correctly, his dark inner world will continue to become desolate, causing him to fall into a desperate situation and go to extremes.
Su Qiao's eyes fell on the looming mountains in the distance, and he said with a hint of emotion:
"Actually, it's just that you have experienced relatively few things, and your vision and heart are not wide enough. Your mind is limited to a small world, so you find it difficult and feel that certain things are invincible and insurmountable."
"When you have experienced more, maybe you will understand that this thing in front of you is just a small twists and turns in your life, not even a storm."
Su Qiao became a close friend again.
That way, he pretends to be quite mysterious, and it seems like that.
[Tch, it sounds better when spoken than when sung.]
444 curled his lips in the space.
How can someone who has always been silent but silent, whose eyes are no bigger than the tip of a needle, and who is determined to retaliate against anger, have the nerve to say this?
Humph, do you think everyone is a fool? If you say something corny, people will believe you.
Next, is the fastest slap in the face scene in history.
"I remember."
Jiang Yihan listened very carefully and answered extremely seriously.
He felt that nothing seemed to be a big problem in the hands of the girl in front of him.
It seems like the sky is falling, but she can hold it up.
At this moment, Jiang Yihan felt a sense of enlightenment.
It was as if I had let go of the mountain that had been weighing heavily on my heart, and my whole body felt relaxed.
"Come on, you're hungry. Let's go eat cake."
He could only pretend for three seconds. The next moment, Su Qiao, whose stomach was already growling with hunger, pulled him towards the tablecloth.
Regardless of whether it was dirty or not, he sat down cross-legged on the grass, picked up a small box with a small cake and stuffed it into his hand:
"Come on, eat quickly. There are also drinks. You can have whatever you like."
Jiang Yihan will eat whatever she gives him, he will be honest and well-behaved.
"Can I come here with you next time?"
Su Qiao scooped a big spoonful of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. He was a little vague while eating. Underground Passage said, "I can accompany you anytime you want."
"When the holidays come, we can go further afield, or even go abroad to experience different customs.
Draw them all, and we can hold a painting exhibition in the future. "
Although she has no interest in holding an art exhibition or anything like that, it's fine as long as he wants to.
"Art exhibition?"
Jiang Yihan has never had such an idea. To be specific, he has never dared to have such extravagant hopes.
His biggest dream when he was a child was that his mother would not stop him from painting or tear his paintings apart and make them dirty.
"Of course, if you don't want to, we can keep it for ourselves to enjoy."
"We paint not for others, but for ourselves, to express or vent everything we want to express through painting."
"So painting is actually just a personal hobby and has nothing to do with others."
Su Qiao has always had her own way of doing things, no matter what others think, in fact, as long as it doesn't interfere with her, she doesn't bother to care at all.
Because it is a waste of energy to take care of these things.
"Well, I understand."
Under the spring sunshine, a beautiful girl wearing a gray and white sportswear with a long black ponytail stuffed cake into her mouth while talking.
He told him, 'We are just painting for ourselves'.
This scene, like a painting, is forever etched in Jiang Yihan's heart.