Chapter 11: Is Xiao Yin a lot like her?

"I won't pester you... I won't pester..." He won't pester you anymore, it's useless.
As long as a person's heart has changed, it will not be so easy to turn back.
It’s good to forget the cheers of the past.
Luan Xiaotian's gaze has been falling on that wilting back, with a sense of loss, "I'm sorry..."
Xiao Yin must be very important to him, but she still chose to be a heartbreaking villain.
Sorry……
The only words she can say now are these three words.
"Don't blame yourself, Luan Xiaotian is Luan Xiaotian," Nan Yukong took up those little hands and took her to the drawing room on the second floor. "Xiao Yin doesn't like this."
"You like Xiao Yin very much?" Is Xiao Yin very similar to her?
Luan Xiaotian's heart aches inexplicably. In fact, he already has the answer in his heart, so he didn't continue to let his mental temperament continue.
Nan Yukong pulled her into the room, without answering a word, but choosing from the drawing tool rack, choosing some materials that are more suitable for beginners.
"What kind of painting do you want to paint, colored or colorless?" Nan Yukong walked from the gouache paint to the side of a stack of sketching paper, "or just sketch, basic."
Luan Xiaotian dumbly took the small 16-carat notebook, and then took the few pencils that Nan Yukong handed over and held it in his hand, squeezing it very hard.
"Go to the yard, the housekeeper has prepared everything else." Luan Xiaotian followed Nan Yukong like a ghost, following his instructions.
Nan Yukong is obviously a tall man with a height of 1.8 meters, giving people a sense of oppression, but unexpectedly he does not seem so cruel and ruthless, and he is not the man with facial paralysis in the domineering president's novel.
The most surprising thing is that he likes Xiao Yin very, very very much...
Even on the phone...
The place for shooting is in a small pavilion in the courtyard, just a few steps along the cobblestone path.
All the way is flowers.
Honeysuckle, pansy, rose, gardenia, Xia Juan, golden osmanthus... There are also lotus flowers of various colors in the small river pond.
"These are all the flowers you planted?" Luan Xiaotian touched the jade-like petals of Gardenia, the fragrance remained in his hands and mixed into the entire nasal cavity.
For a while, he was enchanted, and his spirit improved a lot.
"The housekeeper planted it. The elderly like to raise flowers and grass to pass the time." Nan Yukong picked up a piece of gardenia petals that had just fallen from the ground and placed it in Luan Xiaotian's palm. "If you like, let the housekeeper make a sachet to carry with you. Take it."
Luan Xiaotian was overjoyed, "Is it really possible?"
"can."
"Hey!" Luan Xiaotian seemed to have discovered a new world, squeezing the sketchbook into Nan Yukong's hands, rushing forward in two steps and one step.
"Nan Yukong! Look! It's Gardenia jasminoides," that is her favorite variety of gardenia, it is also called yellow gardenia, it is a rare wild variety, and it will bear orange fruits very early in autumn. .
After taking care of it, the vitality is very strong, long-lasting, and with particularly strong alkali resistance, it can also be made into a particularly good ornamental pot.
"If you like, let the housekeeper make a sachet for you," Nan Yukong laughed twice at her behavior and whispered.
The two eyes looked at each other silently for several seconds.
The surrounding environment fell into a strange silence like that.
Suddenly, Luan Xiaotian showed a bright smile at him, and his clean eyes were instantly full of energy.
The shy voice pierced people's hearts, "Didn't you say it again?"
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