The two of them discussed the two major factions of realism and romanticism in conjunction with paintings, and then saw a painting called "Hope" at the end of the corridor. It depicted the lush and green Wutong Avenue in Purple Mountain, and the author was signed: Yao Jinlan.

Qi Yao was shocked: "This is actually my grandma's painting?!"

Yu Wanqiao glanced at the name and asked curiously, "Didn't you know it before?"

Qi Yao said bluntly: "This is my first time here too. I just came yesterday. Before that, I lived with my parents in Tangquan Town in the eastern suburbs."

Yu Wanqiao: "Tangquan Town is also within the jurisdiction of Nanjing. My sister-in-law and I have been there several times before. Every time we approached Tangquan Town, the greenery on both sides of the road became lush, and the mountains in the distance stretched out in a continuous line. Just looking at it makes me feel better."

Qi Yao: "If you like taking a hot spring bath, tell me next time. My family runs a hot spring resort hotel, and I'll give you a free coupon! Then you can take a bath however you want!"

Yu Wanqiao looked at him deeply, then slowly moved closer to him, raised her chin, and her entire delicate and eye-catching little face was exposed in front of him.

Qi Yao couldn't help but take two steps back, but retreated to the wall.

Seeing his back pressed against the wall with a tense expression on his face, Yu Wanqiao knew that he was still a very innocent boy.

There was a glint of light in her eyes, and she took two quick steps forward without any hesitation, forcing him to retreat!

She raised one hand and tapped the boy's chest rhythmically, again and again. The candy-like breath from her mouth sprayed on his handsome face intentionally or unintentionally: "Last time in the green bubble, you said that you welcome me... to pick you up anytime?"