884: C884 Support the Umbrella

C884 Support the Umbrella

"Hello, everyone. Our film exhibition is about nature. All of our works were filmed by our photographers... "

The commentator not far away was patiently explaining to every audience. Each picture was also given a lot of meaning. Xue Xue'er did not go over to join in the fun. Instead, she walked alone to another place. She quietly watched the works on the wall.

Most of the time, there was no need to explain. She could see what was inside. She was too tired from designing these few days. Her brain needed rest and inspiration.

Therefore, she could only carry a drawing board and a pen on her back and act as a painter to go around and take a look. In front of a long photo, she had stopped for too long.

What kind of photo was that?

It was taken at eight o'clock in the morning at Mount Hua. There were many pine trees in Mount Hua. Standing at the edge of these steep cliffs, the most famous was still the scenery of the 'wonderful brush growing flowers'. These pine trees took root on the cliff and deeply shocked Xue Xue'er's heart.

Before she could recover her senses, a very familiar voice appeared beside her ears.

"Boss Lin, hello. You're here to watch the exhibition too?"

Xue Xue'er turned around and saw Kuan Zhihan not far away. Speaking of Kuan Zhihan, they had only worked together for a period of time. As for the rest, she did not have much of an impression of him. He heard from Zhang Lan that he seemed to have gone to do business.

He seemed to have done well.

Kuan Zhihan was busy dealing with those bosses, so he did not notice the crowd behind him. Xue Xue'er did not want to go up to greet them either. She took a few last glances at the picture, and then left with the drawing board on her back.

She did not let Kuan Zhihan notice at all.

When they left the exhibition, she found that it was raining. She stood on the steps and didn't know where to go. Looking at the rain, it didn't seem to be small.

If it went down again, she probably wouldn't be able to go back. She still had a drawing board on her back, so it wouldn't be good for her to stay overnight in an art museum. Just as she was hesitating, an umbrella suddenly appeared above her head.

It covered most of the mischievous raindrops.

"Ouyang..."

"It's raining. I happened to pass by here. I'll send you back."

Even though they borrowed money, the awkward atmosphere between Xue Xue'er and Ouyang Qing'an still did not disappear. Therefore, she shook her head and rejected Ouyang Qing'an's good intentions.

"No need. There is a bus station over there. I will wait for Yu Xiao to walk over later."

Even though she said so, Ouyang Qing'an still stubbornly refused to leave. He held the umbrella handle and stood where he was. He pursed his lips and did not say a word. His gaze still fell on her.

When she could not take it anymore, she could only heave a sigh of relief. "Then I'll have to trouble you to send me to the bus station."

The two of them followed the small road and tried to avoid the vehicles that came and went. In order to take care of Xue Xue'er's skirt, they also tried to avoid the small pond.

Xue Xue'er didn't even get a drop of rain. As for Ouyang Qing'an, half of his shoulder was wet by the rain. Fortunately, it was a dark suit, so they could not see any traces very quickly.

When they reached the bus station, Xue Xue'er realized that his shoulder had not disappeared yet.

"Why is your shoulder wet?"

"It's fine."

Xue Xue'er did not know how to face him. It was true that she was not sad. However, she could not say anything to reconcile. Wasn't all of this caused by her?

Ouyang Qing'an was worried that she wouldn't be safe by herself, so he purposely waited here with her. While waiting for the car, he racked his brains to find a topic to chat with Xue Xue'er. "Is Second Uncle's illness alright?"

"Yes, he has been discharged from the hospital and has recovered well. The doctor said that it should not be a problem to take good care of him."

That was good.

Ouyang Qing'an's money was also worth it.2

Xue Xue'er seemed to have thought of something, so she hurriedly added, "Don't worry. I will definitely return this money to you. I will not owe you!"

"I'm not in a hurry. Just give it to me when you have time."

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