"I'm counting on you today."
"Do we even need to say all this?" Qian Yixuan flicked her forehead affectionately, like a friendly older brother. "But we probably can't go to the amusement park. You mentioned before that he likes to draw, right?"
Meng Wan nodded.
"Could I speak with him?"
Meng Wan raised an eyebrow; the answer was self-evident.
Seeing this, Qian Yixuan squatted down so that he could look Meng Zhiyao in the eye. When Meng Zhiyao saw him squat down, she let go of Meng Wan's hand and hid behind her.
Meng Wan didn't rush to pull him out from behind; she simply patted his head with her other hand.
“Meng Zhiyao, you should at least listen to people properly.” Her voice was gentle, not even lecturing, but it had a strange sense of calm and reassurance.
Meng Zhiyao stopped trying to hide and just peeked out from under Meng Wan's clothes.
"Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Qian Yixuan. It's a bit hard to remember, but you can call me Brother Xuanxuan if you don't mind." Qian Yixuan looked directly into his eyes. His gentle voice and non-threatening appearance made it easy for people to feel good about him.
He reached out his hand, but Meng Zhiyao hesitated and remained unhurried. A gentle smile played on his lips, his eyes soft and gentle, as if one could easily become lost in his gaze.
In the end, Meng Zhiyao shook hands symbolically, but quickly withdrew her hand almost immediately upon touching him.
“Great job,” he whispered.
Meng Zhiyao's ears turned a little red, and she shrank further behind Meng Wan.
Qian Yixuan did not go any further, but got up and opened the car door for the two of them.
"By the way, is your studio still operating?"
Qian Yixuan smiled indulgently, "Even though I'm not here, it doesn't mean it will go out of business. I'll still have the cleaning lady come over to clean it occasionally."
When do you plan to leave this time?
"I probably won't be leaving anytime soon. I'm going to hold an art exhibition later. Bring Yaoyao along if you have time."
"How is it?" Meng Wan looked at Meng Zhiyao, who was staring blankly out the window while holding onto the seatbelt. Hearing Meng Wan's voice, he slowly turned his head.
Meng Wan chuckled softly and didn't ask any more questions. She simply helped him tidy his slightly messy hair.
After about 40 minutes, the three finally arrived at their destination. Qian Yixuan gentlemanly opened the door for them and led them into his private area.
The flowers and plants in the front yard were well taken care of by the aunt. The studio, built with retro red bricks, had a romantic feel of a European castle from the last century. Ivy grew around the wall, but the huge glass windows were clean and tidy, with no plants blocking the view.
Meng Zhiyao's eyes were filled with curiosity, but she didn't dare to run around and obediently stayed by Meng Wan's side.
With a "beep," fingerprint authentication was successful, and the door clicked open, hitting the wind chimes on the door. The crisp, tinkling sound instantly lifted one's spirits.
"Go in." Qian Yixuan placed his hand against the door to let the two of them in.
Darjeeling?
Meng Wan nodded, and Qian Yixuan then began to brew the tea.
It's been a long time since I've been here, but it's still as bright and artistic as ever. Speaking of which, this place was also created by Ji Sheng and her.
At that time, Qian Yixuan happened to have an art exhibition abroad that he couldn't refuse, so he asked Meng Wan to help him decorate the interior. Unexpectedly, after so long, the layout here is still unchanged.
"What's wrong? Haven't seen you in so long you don't recognize me anymore?" Qian Yixuan placed the tea in front of Meng Wan, while Meng Zhiyao had a glass of water in front of her.
"At least I did my part." This statement was tantamount to refuting Qian Yixuan.
“You have the password and your fingerprint has been recorded, but I've never seen you come here.”
Qian Yixuan placed his own tea on the table, which was Darjeeling, just like Meng Wan's.
The aroma of Darjeeling wafted slowly through the air. Meng Wan took a sniff and then took a sip.
"Besides Aunt Liu, yours is the best."
Knowing that Meng Wan was changing the subject, Qian Yixuan didn't call her out on it. He looked at Meng Zhiyao, whose gaze was fixed on the painting hanging on the wall.
Has Yaoyao studied painting?
Meng Zhiyao looked away and shook her head.
"I have some drawing tools here, would you like to play with them?"
Meng Zhiyao looked at Meng Wan, who nodded. Only then did Meng Zhiyao look at Qian Yixuan and nod as well.
"The easel and paints are all inside. My studio is very beautiful, and I don't usually let anyone in." When Qian Yixuan spoke to someone, he always liked to look them directly in the eye. Because his eyes and brows were gentle and non-threatening, he could subtly lead people astray.
However, Meng Zhiyao was more wary than expected. Seeing that Meng Wan did not move, he avoided Qian Yixuan's gaze and looked back at the painting on the wall.
Qian Yixuan and Meng Wan exchanged a glance, and the latter immediately understood what he meant.
"Let's go. I decorated that art studio myself. You'll like it." Meng Wan gently patted the back of Meng Zhiyao's head, her tone full of certainty.
Meng Zhiyao blinked a few times, then followed him.
Qian Yixuan was still walking in front. He pushed open the door to the art studio, and Meng Wan nudged Meng Zhiyao so that he would go in first.
Sunlight flooded the entire studio, casting shadows from the trees outside the window onto the easels and bookshelves. A gentle breeze stirred the shadows, making them appear as if they were already paintings, even before they were finished. Light and shadow, glass windows, trees, and the woody scent of the shelves… everything was just perfect.
Meng Zhiyao stood still, blinking repeatedly. Meng Wan placed her hand on his shoulder, but didn't look at him.
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