In fact, she already knew his name, but Wen Ruan still cooperated: "Qiu Ziyuan, it's a nice name."
Looking at the unfinished work on the table, Wen Ruanruan glanced at Qiu Ziyuan: "Did you draw this?"
Qiu Ziyuan was standing not far away. When he heard Wen Runruan's question, he turned around and saw the girl standing in front of his drawing table, looking at him curiously. Her eyes were very clear, and under the incandescent light, her skin was white and rosy, exuding a fragrance.
"Hmm..." Qiu Ziyuan nodded blankly.
After getting the answer, Wen Runruan looked at it again. Qiu Ziyuan's painting style inherited that of Mr. Qiu, but he also had his own style, a unique combination of Chinese and Western styles. It could not be considered a traditional Chinese painting, but it was indeed a bold innovation.
"Your painting style is quite unique! Is this a new attempt?" Wen Ruanruan recalled what Wen Zhixing had told her. Qiu Ziyuan was the owner of the restaurant. "Boss Qiu, why did you choose to open a restaurant instead of inheriting Mr. Qiu's legacy?"
The girl's voice was soft and gentle. She didn't think his paintings were difficult to understand. Qiu Ziyuan walked over, looked at the paintings on the table and smiled: "You are the first person who thinks my paintings are unique."
As if the words touched his heart, he began to talk about why he chose not to inherit his grandfather's legacy: "I have been learning painting from my grandfather since I was a child. Everyone thinks that my grandfather has a successor. I have also been learning Chinese painting since I was a child and was deeply influenced by him. However, I have always felt that Chinese painting is not the way of expression I like, so I started to try to create my own new painting method."
Wen Runruan watched him speak lightly, but she could see that Qiu Ziyuan had practiced Mr. Qiu's painting method a lot when he was a child, and his opinions were biased, so he wanted to explore a new path on his own when he grew up.
"What if you open a restaurant?" Wen Runruan looked at the painting on the table with some curiosity.
"When I was most confused, I started looking for a way to vent. I left China and went to France. While traveling, I met a chef by chance. It was he who got me interested in cooking. I opened this restaurant after returning to China," Qiu Ziyuan said sincerely.
After she had looked at all of Mr. Qiu's authentic works and Qiu Ziyuan's early paintings in the studio, she found that they almost perfectly replicated Mr. Qiu's craftsmanship, but lacked vitality. Wen Runruan felt that this was related to his experience in learning painting.
"Boss Qiu, many people will not understand if you walk your own path, but ask yourself whether you like it. On the premise of ensuring your life, I think it is important to seriously pursue what you like!" The girl smiled like a flower, and her eyes and words told him that she recognized and supported him.
Perhaps these paintings aroused her thoughts, and Wen Runruan remembered that in the real world she relied on painting to relieve her inner depression.
Seeing Qiu Ziyuan standing there in a daze, Wen Runruan picked up a pen and drew a picture of a mountain residence for Qiu Ziyuan.
She painted it using the simplest and fastest method: overlapping distant mountains, shrouded in mist, with a mountain dwelling nestled within. The painting was simple and took little time, but Qiu Ziyuan felt a sense of calm as she saw it.
He watched Wen Ruanruan hand it to him, and finally took the painting in surprise, then thanked him: "I didn't expect you to be able to create such a moving painting in such a short time. I wonder if you have joined the National Painting Association?"
When asked about this, Wen Ruanruan was surprised that her paintings were actually recognized and she felt that she could join the painting association: "I just painted it casually, and I haven't joined the painting association."
Perhaps somewhat surprised, Qiu Ziyuan's pupils dilated noticeably. He was a little excited: "I wonder if you are interested in joining the Painting Association?"
Wen Ruan politely declined: "Sorry, this is not my original intention. I am really sorry."
"Host! There is energy fluctuation nearby, it might be that person!!" Wen Heng's voice came from the space.
Oh no! Wen Runruan looked at Qiu Ziyuan, then said goodbye in a hurry and ran downstairs.
"Qian Duo, do you know what love is?" Xie Jinzhi stood beside him and asked the most surprising question Qian Duo had ever asked.
He steadied his feet, bending his legs exaggeratedly to pretend he was unsteady. "Oh my god, Brother Xie, you actually asked this kind of question one day?"
Being laughed at by Qian Duo, Xie Jinzhi kicked him in anger: "Let's talk about the matter! Don't change the subject!"
Dodging the kick, Qian Duo looked at Xie Jinzhi sternly: "You asked me what I like? Maybe it's just desire? I think if you like someone but don't even have the desire to have sex with her, you can't really say you like her. I think love is related to desire."
Frightened by Qian Duo's straightforward question about lust, Xie Jinzhi coughed, then turned his head and looked around, just in time to see Wen Runruan running out from a place. Before he could react, he saw a man following her.
He was afraid something might happen, so he ran over immediately.
As soon as Wen Runruan walked out of the restaurant, Xie Jinzhi grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her into his arms. Xie Jinzhi looked up at the man following Wen Runruan, his eyes full of vigilance.
The man probably saw him and did not come forward. Xie Jinzhi put his arm around Wen Ruan's shoulders and lowered his head to her earlobe: "Don't be unhappy, you spoiled girl."
The boy's breath hit Wen Ruan's ear. She felt a little uncomfortable, shrank a little, and slowly raised her head: "You...you are too close to me!"
The little girl reached out and gently pushed him out. Xie Jinzhi let her go after seeing that the man stood there for a while and then left.
He suddenly remembered his actions just now and felt a little embarrassed. He recalled the fragrance in his arms and couldn't forget it.
"Someone was following you just now, so I..." Xie Jinzhi felt a little shy facing Wen Ruan, and his peach blossom eyes also showed some shame.
Wen Ruan nodded and then said, "Thank you, but I have something urgent to do now. I'll leave first. Please tell the waiter to find me for the bill. I've left my phone number."
After she finished speaking, before Xie Jinzhi could react, she disappeared again, but her mood was obviously better than before. Xie Jinzhi rubbed the fingertips of the hand that had just touched Wen Ruanruan.
The soft touch still lingered on his hand, and Xie Jinzhi was a little absent-minded. After returning to the restaurant, Qian Duo pulled him aside and asked, "Where have you been? You ran so fast and didn't even listen when I called you."
Xie Jinzhi returned to his seat and sat down. "Nothing, just eat."
He stuffed a piece of cake into Qian Duo's mouth, and then began to eat slowly.
"Host, twelve o'clock direction, 800 meters!" Wen Heng's perception became stronger and stronger, and he kept urging Wen Runruan.
In order to catch the person who likes to plot behind the scenes, Wen Runruan also ran as fast as she could. She couldn't take Xie Jinzhi with her, as he couldn't know about the system, and she didn't want her to know about it. When she couldn't determine whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, she could only go by herself.
But this approach is very risky. Wen Heng said that even if she had an accident, he would definitely protect her, and she and that person must reach an agreement.
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