The continuous drizzle hit the oil-paper umbrella, the cool breeze gently ruffled the hair and cheongsam of the woman under the umbrella, a pair of slender high heels stood gracefully on the bluestone bridge, the umbrella rolled down the oil-paper umbrella onto the flowing bluestone, and splashed on the white instep of the jade-like feet in high heels.

Her cold face carried the tenderness of a Jiangnan woman. Even though there were passers-by running hurriedly with their heads covered, she still stood there, holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and one end of the drawing paper with the other, looking at the man holding the other end of the drawing paper.

"Canwen, don't you recognize me?"

"I know you, but I didn't recognize you just now..." Every time Lin Qiaoqiao appeared in front of Liang Canwen, she was always hot and sexy. Today, she was wearing an oil-paper umbrella cheongsam, which was not out of place, but very close to her tenderness as a Jiangnan girl. Liang Canwen smiled sincerely, "She looks good."

Lin Qiaoqiao smiled, indicating her response to Liang Canwen's compliment, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Liang Canwen glanced at the drawing papers that the two people were holding at one end and said, "Come here and draw."

Lin Qiaoqiao said "Oh~" and glanced at the drawing paper soaked by the rain. She still didn't let go and continued to ask, "Why did you come here to draw?"

“I don’t know why I came here to paint.”

Hearing this, Lin Qiaoqiao finally smiled, her beautiful eyes became even more tender, and there was only Liang Canwen in her eyes.

I don't know why he came here to paint. It was because I wrote Man Jiang Hong that he came here.

Because the river is full of red, I have the person I love.

Lin Qiaoqiao came to the ancient town to heal her broken heart and was about to give up, but God sent Liang Canwen here. This was the marriage destined by God. Lin Qiaoqiao, being a woman, did not dare to fight against God, nor did she want to change her fate, so she had no choice but to accept this marriage.

She loosened her grip on the drawing paper, took a brave step forward in her high heels, and held up the oil-paper umbrella over Liang Canwen's head, but the wind and rain blew on her back.

Seeing this, Liang Canwen said, "Come closer, there's rain on your back."

"You don't want me to be the one approaching you all the time, and you don't want me to get wet in the rain. It's time for you to take the first step."

Lin Qiaoqiao's delicate voice, along with the sound of dripping rain, entered Liang Canwen's ears.

Liang Canwen took a step forward, making up for the last 20 centimeters, and walked closer to Lin Qiaoqiao, with the toes of his leather shoes touching the toes of his high heels. There was an oil-paper umbrella, two people under the umbrella, and people passing by hurriedly around. The wind and rain hit the oil-paper umbrella, and rolled down the stone steps at his feet, but never wet Lin Qiaoqiao's back again.

Lin Qiaoqiao raised her eyes and looked at the man who was "written all over the river red". It had only been a day or two since they last saw each other, but it felt like several autumns.

If her previous liking was not sincere, then from the day when Liang Canwen was going to accompany Ye Fanzhi, she found that she really liked him. So when she met Liang Canwen here, she really fell in love with him and was really moved.

"Qiaoqiao, why are you here?"

"Wait for you here, do you believe it?"

"letter."

"Why?"

"Because... the sky is blue and waiting for the rain, and I am waiting for you."

Lin Qiaoqiao covered her mouth and smiled, all her previous resentment towards him disappeared. Women are easy to coax but also difficult to coax. The uncle had coaxed her for a day or two until his mouth was dry, but it was not as good as a few words from his beloved.

"Do you still have the interest in painting?"

"Cultivate your sentiments."

"The painting got wet. Should we continue painting?"

“I originally planned to paint landscapes, but now I find that there are more beautiful scenes to paint.”

“What kind of beauty is that?”

"A Jiangnan woman."

Hearing this, Lin Qiaoqiao felt shy for the first time in front of Liang Canwen. She didn't dare to look directly at him. She lowered her head slightly and whispered, "Okay, you can draw if you want. Where are you going to draw?"

"Hmm..." Liang Canwen pointed to the Wind and Rain Covered Bridge over there, "There."

"Okay." Lin Qiaoqiao, who always goes wherever you point her, agreed so obediently for the first time.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she walked down the arch bridge and came to the Wind and Rain Corridor Bridge. Lin Qiaoqiao put the fan aside and took out a tissue to wipe the rain off Liang Canwen.

Liang Canwen: "No need to wipe it off, just speed up the painting."

Lin Qiaoqiao: "Why are you in such a hurry? I'm not leaving."

Liang Canwen: "I know you won't leave, but the Jiangnan woman will. Here, Qiaoqiao, what do you think of the beautiful woman waiting for guests under the bridge across from the painting?"

Hearing this, Lin Qiaoqiao stopped wiping Liang Canwen's sweat. A murderous intent flashed across her tender eyes. She really wanted to slap him to death. So he wasn't painting me, but other women? Was he messing with my mentality? He didn't paint a beautiful woman like me in front of him, but he wanted to paint other women?

"You draw it. I have something to do and I'll leave first."

Lin Qiaoqiao turned around and walked a few steps, then stepped back and took the oil-paper umbrella, not leaving it for him to use, letting him get soaked.

"Hey, Qiaoqiao, where are you going?"

"None of your business!"

Lin Qiaoqiao looked back at the corner and saw Liang Canwen sitting on the corridor, drawing the woman on the corridor across the river on the drawing paper.

"Hmph~"

Lin Qiaoqiao left angrily.

Beep beep beep~ Liang Canwen called: "Qiaoqiao, are you really gone?"

"Yes, I'm leaving. Bye, goodbye, and no contact."

"Why are you so angry?"

"Why should I be angry? I'm not angry. I'm not angry at all. I'm fine."

"I'm glad you're not angry."

"ah!!!!"

Lin Qiaoqiao screamed madly on the phone.

Liang Canwen quickly put the phone away from his ear, but Lin Qiaoqiao had already hung up the call.

Lin Qiaoqiao stomped her feet in anger, and her chest, which was tightly wrapped in her cheongsam, seemed to explode and her big white rabbits would jump out.

"It's over. Liang Canwen can easily control my mentality now."

"But with such a beautiful woman like me by his side, he only wants to paint the coquettish woman across from him?"

"You don't know the goods~"

Lin Qiaoqiao crouched at the corner to see Liang Canwen. Hmm? Where is he? Gone?

"Wow~ handsome boy, you are so good at drawing~"

A woman's voice came from the opposite corridor.

Lin Qiaoqiao looked over and saw that Liang Canwen had gone from one side to the other and was drawing for the woman in front of her.

"Handsome guy, you are so handsome and you are also so good at drawing."

"It's mainly because you're beautiful."

"Hahaha~ The handsome guy is really good at talking."

The woman smiled and lightly hit Liang Canwen.

Lin Qiaoqiao, who was watching this scene, became increasingly angry: "What a jerk!"

"Handsome, are you alone too?"

"You are here, and I am two people."

"Hehehe~" The woman was delighted by these words.

"!!!" Lin Qiaoqiao, who was standing opposite, became even angrier when she heard Liang Canwen say this. He had never said such 'sexy words' to me, but he said them to those wild women outside? "Handsome guy, I think the only flaw in your painting is that my thighs are not drawn well. Look at my thighs, they are white and long. Do you think you drew them well?"

"Let me see... Well, your legs are indeed white and long. I didn't draw them well."

"How about you change the spot and redraw my legs, okay?"

As the woman spoke, she swayed her coquettish body towards Liang Canwen.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qiaoqiao lost her composure completely. If she continued to draw, she would probably end up drawing on the bed, right?

Lin Qiaoqiao didn't even hold an umbrella. She walked across the arch bridge in the rain and came to the opposite corridor. She walked up quickly and pulled Liang Canwen to her side.

Woman: “Who are you?”

"Who do you say I am?" Lin Qiaoqiao took Liang Canwen's arm, "Why don't you leave?"

The woman snorted and stormed off without even taking the painting.

Lin Qiaoqiao pushed Liang Canwen away and said, "Sure, didn't you come here to paint and cultivate your sentiments? Why are you here to pick up women?"

Liang Canwen: "It's just painting, you misunderstood."

Lin Qiaoqiao picked up the drawing paper on the ground and took a look at it. The woman in the painting was lifelike and well-painted. She thought Liang Canwen's painting skills were average, but she didn't expect him to paint so well.

I became even angrier.

Lin Qiaoqiao: "It's a very good painting, very lifelike, and the woman is very beautiful. I can see that you put a lot of effort into painting her."

Liang Canwen: "Of course, I was very serious just now, mainly because she is beautiful, so the effect of the painting is naturally good."

Seeing Liang Canwen engrossed in the portrait of the woman in his hand, Lin Qiaoqiao became even angrier, but she kept suppressing her anger and didn't explode.

Liang Canwen: "I'm addicted. I want to draw another one. Qiaoqiao, which beauty around me should I draw?"

Damn it! Lin Qiaoqiao really smothered him with her butt! "Who do you think is the prettiest around you? Just draw her?"

She hinted anyway.

"Let me look around. Hey, that beauty is pretty good."

As he spoke, Liang Canwen walked towards the beauty in front of him.

"Liang Canwen!"

Lin Qiaoqiao finally couldn't help but explode.

Liang Canwen turned around: "What's wrong?"

Lin Qiaoqiao complained: "Liang Canwen, what do you think of me, air?"

Liang Canwen: "You are such a big living person, how can I treat you as air."

Lin Qiaoqiao: "Since you know that I am a living person, why don't you paint me so well and paint other women instead? What do you mean?"

Liang Canwen: "You want me to draw for you?"

"Who cares?"

Lin Qiaoqiao felt it was so unfair. Every time they met, Liang Canwen wanted and felt something, and I, Lin Qiaoqiao, did everything I could to make it happen.

Put yourself in my shoes. When it comes to drawing, shouldn't I be the first person that comes to mind?

However, I stood next to him, and he could draw all the strange women around me, just me.

Lin Qiaoqiao felt heartbroken and wanted to cry out of grievance.

Liang Canwen said: "I won't draw it for you!"

Heartbroken.

Lin Qiaoqiao rushed forward and raised her fist to hit him, but Liang Canwen grabbed her wrist and said, "Because I am only good at painting ordinary beauties. You are too beautiful. I know that I can't paint your stunning looks and fairy-like temperament well, so I only paint ordinary beauties, not fairy-level beauties like you."

Hearing this, Lin Qiaoqiao's anger disappeared, and the resentment she had just felt was gone because of the praise. It's not that he doesn't want to paint, it's that I'm too beautiful and he's afraid that he can't paint well.

Am I that beautiful? So beautiful that he dared not write.

Looking at Liang Canwen's wicked smile again, he realized that he had deliberately asked beautiful women to draw pictures to annoy him.

"Liang Canwen, you are really annoying, do you know that?"

"Do you think you hate me because I can't draw? How about this, you wait for me, I'll go find a few average beauties to draw and practice drawing women. When my drawing skills improve, I'll draw for you. Just think of it as me learning skills outside."

As he said that, Liang Canwen let go of Lin Qiaoqiao's hand and was about to go find the woman to draw.

"don't want."

Lin Qiaoqiao stopped Liang Canwen and said, "Don't draw other women."

Liang Canwen held back his laughter: "Why?"

"Because... because..."

Lin Qiaoqiao stammered and couldn't say, "Because I can't bear to see you staring at other women's bodies while drawing."

"If you want to draw, just draw. I don't care about you."

Lin Qiaoqiao turned and left.

After all, she couldn't tell the real reason, so she could only leave in anger.

Liang Canwen came up and said, "Okay, let's stop painting. The rain has stopped. Let's go for a walk?"

"Not in the mood."

Lin Qiaoqiao started to jog, ran across the stone arch bridge, ran into an alley, pushed open the gate, ran into the house, ran into the house, and lay down on the bed.

Huh~ What's wrong with me? Why am I a little girl?

Is my IQ dropping to zero?

It's over.

I'm really going to get stuck in this.

She was already trapped.

At this moment, hearing the footsteps in the yard, Lin Qiaoqiao closed her eyes.

Liang Canwen walked into the yard. This was the yard of the homestay where Lin Qiaoqiao lived. It was a renovated ancient courtyard. The front yard had three large white walls, and right in front was an antique Chinese wooden house.

Liang Canwen walked into the yard, lifted the curtains of the living room and bedroom, and saw Lin Qiaoqiao's graceful cheongsam body lying on the bed with her back to him.

"Qiaoqiao, are you asleep?"

Lin Qiaoqiao lifted the quilt to cover herself.

Liang Canwen smiled and wandered around the room. He saw a piece of calligraphy on the windowsill desk: "Qiaoqiao, you wrote Man Jiang Hong, do you still have this elegance?"

Lin Qiaoqiao lifted the quilt: "Do you think I'm the little woman like Ye Fanzhi who only knows about love and romance and wrote 'Shanglin Fu De Xinshangren'? Childish! I, Lin Qiaoqiao, have great ambitions, I want to 'repair the old mountains and rivers, face the sky', wish the motherland to be unified as soon as possible, and I care about the world. Hum~"

After saying that, he continued to cover his head and sulked in the quilt.

"You're a good Englishman."

“…”

"Qiaoqiao is angry?"

“…”

"Okay, I'll draw you."

"Not rare."

"Then how can you not be angry?"

"I want to eat Li Ji's buns."

"Where is Li Ji Baozi?"

"In town."

"Okay, I'll go buy it."

Liang Canwen left.

Lin Qiaoqiao lifted the quilt and looked out the window. When she saw Liang Canwen looking back, she quickly hid back under the quilt.

Did he really go to buy me Li Ji buns? No, how could he? He wouldn't even paint, so how could he buy me buns?

After all, I'm trapped in it, and that's why I'm waiting for him with hopeful expectations again and again.

As she waited, Lin Qiaoqiao fell asleep on the bed without realizing it.

…

Liang Canwen asked a few locals and found the Li Ji Baozi Shop, but it was closed.

Knock, knock, knock. Soon the door opened. The boss asked, “What’s going on?”

Liang Canwen: "Hello, do you have any more buns?"

Boss: "It says on the door that they only buy in the morning. They are all sold out in the morning. Come early tomorrow."

As he said this, the boss was about to close the door.

Liang Canwen stretched out his hand to stop him: "Can you work overtime?"

"Sorry, early tomorrow."

Liang Canwen took out 1,000 yuan from his bag and put it on the table.

Boss: “What do you mean?”

Liang Canwen: "Work overtime and make some buns."

Boss: “Is it great to be rich?”

Liang Canwen took out another 2,000 yuan.

Boss: “You’re going too far!”

Liang Canwen simply took out another 10,000 yuan, and a total of 13,000 yuan was on the table.

"You——" the boss pointed at Liang Canwen angrily, "Don't think I'm greedy for money. I just can't stand rich people like you. Tell me! What flavor do these buns taste like!"

Liang Canwen: "I want any flavor."

“Wait!”

The boss grabbed the money and said in the most arrogant way, "Wife, come out and knead the dough!"

Liang Canwen has the habit of carrying cash.

Liang Canwen stood at the door of the store. This was an ancient street with a white wall next to it. Liang Canwen asked, "Boss, is this wall yours?"

Boss: “Yes.”

At this time, the boss's wife came out swaying her slim waist and plump buttocks, "Boss, sit down, I'll make you some tea."

Liang Canwen took out another 10,000 yuan and placed it in front of the boss: "I'll rent it for a day!"

"Rent for a day?" The boss looked at his wife, then at the ten thousand yuan on the table, "Hey, rich man, are you testing me?"

Liang Canwen: "Not enough?"

Boss: “I didn’t expect it could be worth so much money?”

Liang Canwen: "It's quite white and big, which meets my requirements."

The boss looked at his fair and tender wife and said, "What do you think, honey?"

Wife: “You decide.”

The boss hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay! I'll give it to you, but you only need it for one day!"

"Thank you." Liang Canwen turned around and walked towards the big white wall at the door.

Boss: "Hey, hey, where are you going, rich man?"

Liang Canwen: "I want to use this big white wall. You won't regret it, right?"

"You mean the big white wall?"

"Yeah, what do you think?"

"I thought it was..." He glanced at his wife, then said with a smile, "I didn't think anything. The big white wall is for you to use. Use it as much as you want. Don't feel bad about it."

"Thanks."

Liang Canwen left for a while and came back with a variety of paints.

Boss: "Are you from this town writing promotional letters?"

Liang Canwen: "No, I'm drawing a picture."

Boss: “Are you a painter?”

Liang Canwen: “Amateur.”

Boss: “What are you drawing?”

Liang Canwen smiled and said, "Draw 'I provoked you in Jiangnan Town'!"

Liang Canwen stood under the big white wall, holding the paintbrush, closed his eyes, and the image of Lin Qiaoqiao, the Jiangnan woman wearing a cheongsam, appeared in his mind.

Of course, the painting should be of Lin Qiaoqiao.

Liang Canwen was not interested in other ordinary women. He just wanted to tease Lin Qiaoqiao and see how angry she was.

Every time Lin Qiaoqiao appears, she brings different surprises to Liang Canwen.

Liang Canwen needs to give her a surprise.

He opened his eyes and the paintbrush fell on the white wall. Following the image of Lin Qiaoqiao's delicate cheongsam body in his mind, the paintbrush moved and outlined it bit by bit.

The boss who was kneading noodles and his wife were looking at the scene outside.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and a rainbow hung in the sky. Tourists and natives gathered around and looked at the painter under the big white wall. He did not need any reference, but every stroke was accurate because the people in the painting were in his mind and stored in his heart, so naturally he did not need any reference.

…

Homestay.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qiaoqiao woke up and looked at the sunset outside the window.

He remembered something, stood up suddenly, and looked into the room: "Liang Canwen, Liang Canwen, Liang Canwen!"

No memories.

Lin Qiaoqiao got out of bed and looked around the room but couldn't find anyone.

"Liang Canwen, you bastard! You lied to me!"

Lin Qiaoqiao was so angry that she called directly.

Beep beep~ "Hello, how are you? Is this Ms. Lin Qiaoqiao?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm the owner of Li's Baozi Shop."

"Where's Liang Canwen?"

"Mr. Liang ordered some steamed buns from us, and then he left for something, so he asked you to pick them up. He left his phone behind, so you can pick it up while you're here."

"immediately!"

Lin Qiaoqiao's tone was very bad.

Because every time I expected something by chance, it was all in vain.

She was very angry with this man Liang Canwen.

He clearly knew that I liked him, but he took advantage of my liking for him to tease me again and again? What about Li Ji's buns? Didn't Lin Qiaoqiao know that they were open in the morning? She just wanted Liang Canwen to stay and accompany her for a while, so that she could have a little leisure time.

However, he ordered buns and left.

Lin Qiaoqiao's heart was filled with hope again and again, but it was extinguished again and again by Liang Canwen himself.

Come to think of it, I was just being too sentimental, because Liang Canwen had to go back to find Ye Fanzhi to pick up Yanyan.

Thinking of this, Lin Qiaoqiao couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

In the end, Liang Canwen touched that heartstring.

But he either didn't move the dial or didn't run away! Lin Qiaoqiao really wanted to kill him!

It’s so abominable.

He walked out of the yard angrily and headed towards Li's.

"Is it her?"

“It seems so.”

“Something like that.”

Passersby hurriedly looked at the cheongsam woman and whispered to each other.

“???” Lin Qiaoqiao didn’t know why they were looking at her.

I looked at myself carefully and there was nothing wrong.

It doesn't take that much, just quicken your pace and go ahead.

After a while, we arrived outside Li Ji Baozi Shop deep in the alley.

"Ms. Lin."

The boss came over cheerfully, carrying a steamed bun. "Here, your steamed bun. It's hot."

"How do you know me?" Lin Qiaoqiao asked suspiciously.

Boss: "Everyone in town knows you."

Lin Qiaoqiao: ???

The boss pointed to the wall in front covered with a huge red cloth. Many people gathered there, pointing at the big white wall, and some were peeking at it.

Lin Qiaoqiao: "What is that? An advertisement?"

Boss: "You'll know if you open it."

"Should I open it?"

Lin Qiaoqiao was puzzled. She took a bite of the bun and walked forward step by step.

The onlookers made way for him.

Lin Qiaoqiao walked to the corner, looked up at the high wall, holding a bun in one hand and a big red cloth in the other, and looked back in confusion at the people who were pointing and talking.

The boss said expectantly, “Pull it.”

Lin Qiaoqiao: "Don't scare me."

Boss: "It won't scare you. Just pull it open and you'll know what it is."

"I……"

Lin Qiaoqiao was very panicked and confused. She ate another bun to calm herself down. She held the big red envelope and pulled it hard.

Crash——

As the big red envelope fell, a portrait of a beautiful woman in cheongsam appeared on the big white wall, in front of everyone.

If it’s not Lin Qiaoqiao, then who could it be?

"Wow, so beautiful."

“So amazing.”

"It's a great painting. The beauty is you."

Lin Qiaoqiao raised her eyes, her beautiful eyes were startled, looking at herself appearing on the huge wall, her eyes suddenly became moist.

Boss: "Mr. Liang spent an entire afternoon painting this picture. He didn't even look at your photo. He said he didn't need to look at it. You are engraved in his heart."

The boss knows how to help others achieve their goals.

Lin Qiaoqiao looked at herself in the painting, holding a bun in her mouth, and was about to cry.

Boss: "Mr. Liang said the name of this painting is in the lower right corner."

Lin Qiaoqiao looked towards the lower right corner——[I provoked you in a small town in Jiangnan]

He did offend Lin Qiaoqiao in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

If I don't draw for her, she will complain.

Leaving without saying goodbye made her angry.

I drew a picture of Lin Qiaoqiao in a cheongsam and made her cry.

Amid the envious words and looks of those around her, Lin Qiaoqiao stood in front of her own portrait and felt an unprecedented sense of emotion for the first time.

The boss came up and handed over his phone: "It's Mr. Liang's number."

Lin Qiaoqiao answered the call and Liang Canwen's voice came from the phone: "Qiaoqiao, have you seen the painting? Do you like it? Does it depict your beauty?"

“It’s drawn.”

Lin Qiaoqiao choked up, her eyes full of tears, which dripped onto the buns in her hands. She stared at her own portrait with a dazed look, and recalled her boss's words in her mind - Mr. Liang didn't look at your photo, because he said you were engraved in his heart.

Love, love, this time I really love you.

Which woman can stand being provoked like this? Lin Qiaoqiao choked up and said, "Thank you for your painting. I like it very much."

"Saying thank you over the phone is not sincere. Hello, Lin Qiaoqiao——"

A voice suddenly came from behind.

Lin Qiaoqiao was startled and looked back. It was Liang Canwen holding a mobile phone behind the crowd. He was covered in paint and had a Band-Aid on his hand.

Lin Qiaoqiao stood there holding her phone, looking at Liang Canwen in the distance: "Why?"

"Because you always surprise me, I'll give you a surprise too. After all, I offended you in Jiangnan Town today."

In the setting sun, Liang Canwen smiled: "Ms. Lin Qiaoqiao, do you like it?"

Lin Qiaoqiao nodded with emotion, walked to Liang Canwen, suppressed her excitement, and hit Liang Canwen: "You are annoying, giving such a surprise."

Liang Canwen: "It hurts, it hurts."

Lin Qiaoqiao: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Liang Canwen: "This painting is so big that when I was standing on the stool to paint it, I fell down and broke my hand."

Lin Qiaoqiao said distressedly: "Then why did you climb up there? Just draw a small one to show your appreciation."

Liang Canwen smiled and said, "This is the first painting I drew for Ms. Lin Qiaoqiao. I can't just do it for fun. It has to be the most special one so that everyone who comes to the ancient town will know that the stunningly beautiful woman in the cheongsam in the painting is called Lin Qiaoqiao!"

Lin Qiaoqiao was so moved that tears streamed down her face. At this moment, she could no longer hold back. The grown-up woman turned into a little woman. She opened her arms and willingly threw herself into Liang Canwen's arms.

“Woo woo woo~”

Lin Qiaoqiao couldn't hold back her tears and took a bite of the bun.

"I'm crying and still eating buns."

"I'll calm down, woooooo~"

He took another bite of the bun, puffed out his cheeks and cried.

(End of this chapter)