She sat on a folding chair, looking at the crowd, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.
Lin Jun waited for a while and became a little anxious. The place was only lively for two hours, and the crowd would basically disperse before 7 p.m.
"Excuse me, may I set up a stall and paint next to you?"
Lin Ziyan looked up and saw the man's face clearly. "We meet again."
A smile welled up in her eyes as she continued, "I bought your painting on the cruise ship deck."
The man tried hard to recall, then his eyes lit up instantly. "So it was you."
His neck was slightly red, and he seemed at a loss for what to do.
The money he made from selling his paintings was enough to live on for a while, but seeing others starving, he couldn't help but help some people.
In the end, he gave all the money to the homeless to buy them food and thick blankets.
He's broke now, and the square outside is too cold for him to set up a stall, so he had to ask his old classmate to let him paint in this inner-market area.
But he asked too late; all the stalls had already been rented out.
He's just here to try his luck and see if there's a spot for him to set up his easel.
"You can put the painting here, and set up the easel here," Lin Ziyan pointed to the spot next to her.
The stall was large, but she didn't display many items, leaving plenty of space.
"Thank you, my name is Scott."
"My name is Lin Ziyan, and this is Lin Jun."
After the two introduced themselves, the girl with long, curly brown hair who had walked away came back to buy something.
"I want that bunny ear hair clip, it's 50 pfennigs," the girl said nervously.
Lin Ziyan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you these little things..."
She found some very small hair clips, put them in a cloth bag, and handed them to her.
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