Upon hearing this, Qiao Qiu turned back to the bathroom unhappily. Wen Zhixing smiled helplessly, then seemed to be thinking about something, his fingers unconsciously tapping the back of his phone.
After leaving the Wen family, Wen Runruan drove around aimlessly, his thoughts in a mess. He wondered what mission he had to complete since he came here from the beginning of the book, and what plot he had to follow.
She has been forced to accept it. She has no choice. Coming here and being able to survive all depends on the system's words.
Feeling a bit bored, Wen Ruan opened the car window, letting in the warm air from outside, which contrasted with the cold air inside. The warm and cold air blended together, and Wen Ruan parked the car on the side of the road. Suddenly, looking up, Wen Ruan saw the plaque of the studio hanging on the street to the left.
If you ask what else Wen Runruan likes to do besides acting, it's probably painting. In her previous life, she was forced not to enter the entertainment industry, and after reducing her acting, Wen Runruan took up painting.
At first, he only painted in private. Later, a painting he drew by chance was uploaded to the Internet and then he became famous.
Wen Ruanruan left the shop with a few bags of painting supplies in her hands. After buying the things, Wen Ruanruan's mood began to calm down. Of course, this was also partly due to the system's repeated persuasion.
"Host, what are you going to draw?" The system dragged its round body and swayed.
He looked down at the bag of painting materials and said, "Let's go to Zhouzhuang."
It was already eight o'clock when Wen Runruan arrived in Zhouzhuang. The system was still chattering in her ear, and Wen Runruan rarely asked it to shut up. She needed someone to whisper in her ear to stop thinking about those annoying things.
Although escape is shameful, it is effective in the short term.
Zhouzhuang was lit up with rows of lights, and the atmosphere was no worse than during the day. No tickets were required for the night tour. Wen Ruanruan had always been unable to resist the grandeur of Chinese-style architecture. Seeing that there were also cruise ships, she chartered one for herself and prepared to tour for a longer time.
The boatman was an elderly man. Seeing Wen Runruan alone, he smiled and spoke to her in Mandarin with a local accent: "Girl, why are you here alone so late?"
The boatman's cordial greeting warmed Wen Ruan's heart, and she smiled and responded, "It's quite beautiful here at night. I want to paint a few pictures."
Wen Runruan chose this boat because the boatman was experienced, the boat would not be easily bumpy, and there would be enough light on it. It was a larger pleasure boat, but she wanted to be alone.
The boatman smiled and could see that the girl was worried, so he didn't talk much and just told her to take a good look.
The faint sounds of Kunqu opera could already be heard here. Wen Runruan took out the easel and arranged everything.
"Host, you draw so well!"
"Host, host, please draw one for me next time!"
"Host, who is this picture of yours?"
The system's words made Wen Ruan stop writing. Looking at the person drawn on the bridge out of thin air in the painting, Wen Ruan whispered, "Myself."
"Little girl, we're here!" With the boatman's shout, Wen Runruan got up, packed up her painting supplies, and got off the boat, giving the boatman some extra money when getting off.
The boatman did not refuse, but smiled and said to Wen Ruan: "Little girl, there is nothing you can't get over. What seems difficult to accept may not be difficult at all."
Wen Runruan didn't say anything. In the end, she walked on the road in Zhouzhuang with her things on her back. At 11 o'clock in the evening, there were no more people around.
Wen Runruan didn’t know if it was because there were few people or something else, but she felt a little chilly walking on the road. She looked back and saw that the place was empty.
"System, the systems described in other novels all have golden fingers, do you have one?" Wen Runruan suddenly had an idea.
"...Host, don't let your imagination run wild." Wen Runruan's fantasy was cruelly cut off by the system.
Suddenly, there was a "crack" sound not far away, and Wen Runruan had to admit that she should have gone back earlier.
He turned around and quickened his pace, then pretended not to know and walked back faster and faster.
"Wait!" It was a female voice.
Wen Runruan stopped. The woman behind her was wearing a red dress with a black ribbon tied around her waist. Her hair reached her waist. From a distance, she looked quite tall.
Wait for the person to walk in, greet him with a smile: "Hello!"
Well, that's the butterfly effect.
The woman has regular facial features and a dignified appearance that is in line with Chinese aesthetics. There is a bit of heroism between her eyebrows, and her slightly aggressive eyes now reveal kindness.
"Lin Siyao." Wen Runruan was a little confused about the person in front of her introducing himself.
"I know you. Don't you want to disguise yourself? What if there are a lot of fans here?" Wen Runruan looked at Lin Siyao without any disguise and felt a little curious.
Lin Siyao didn't care at all and just said, "Take pictures if you want. My fans are all good. But you, little girl, are so pretty. It's not safe to be alone at night. I'll go with you."
Just when Wen Ruanruan was about to refuse, the phone rang. Wen Ruanruan gestured to answer the phone, and at the same time, she was thinking, if she now builds a good relationship with the heroine in the book, and then speaks ill of Xie Jinzhi in front of her, then...
"Hello, what's the matter?" Wen Runruan answered the phone.
"Ruanruan, where are you? It's so late, President Wen called you several times but you didn't answer. This is why I'm here to look for you. If you don't answer the phone, your brother will probably call someone to look for you."
Wen Runruan then looked at the records and saw thirty-two missed calls.
"I'm playing outside. Don't worry, there are other girls with me. I'll be back to the crew later."
After finishing the call, Wen Ruanruan walked back to Lin Siyao: "Together? You just said your name, let me introduce myself too, my name is Wen Ruanruan."
Lin Siyao raised her eyebrows and smiled, then put one hand on Wen Runruan's shoulder. Lin Siyao was taller than Wen Runruan and was wearing high heels, so this action made Wen Runruan look a little more dependent.
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