The villain coaxed to the extreme, and the host was carried away again!

Hassan looked at Lan Zhou's expression, and if he realized something, he picked up the food basket in his hand.

"Let's go to the lake and slowly reminisce about old times."

Speaking of this, Lan Zhou became excited.

"I'll carry the easel myself."

Hassan smiled fondly.

"it is good."

He said to the steward beside him:

"Is everything ready by the lake? Make a pot of hot coffee and bring it over."

"Everything is ready. The coffee will be delivered right away."

Lan Zhou had already carried the easel next to him, carrying a box of brushes and paints, and looked at Hassan expectantly.

Hassan naturally reached out and took the paint box from his hand, leading the way.

"Let's go."

Lan Tian saw Hassan holding a box in each hand and stepped forward smartly.

"Prince, let me get one for you."

After saying that, he couldn't help but snatch the paint box from his hand. Hassan was startled, his hand was already empty.

So he reached out to Lan Zhou.

"Let's go."

Lan Zhou naturally raised his hand, took Hassan's big hand, and followed step by step.

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He was a little stunned, following the two people, staring at the hands held by the two people, his mind was in confusion.

It's not what you think, is it?

With Lan Zhou's overly simple and unreasonable character, he probably doesn't know what love is, right?

And even if he is in love, how can he be worthy of Hassan, the leader of a country?

Lan Tian looked at Lan Zhou's expression carefully and saw that his eyes were clear, and there was no hint of shyness or affection in Hassan's eyes. Lan Tian felt a little relieved.

Grandpa said that he had told Hassan about Lan Zhou’s attribute of being a road idiot, so Hassan should just lead the way, right?

right?

If Hassan really likes someone, he is more suitable than Lan Zhou!

How can Lan Zhou, a dull and dull person with no interest in words, and not good at speaking, accompany Hassan in social interactions? Wouldn’t it be a big loss then?

If you stand next to him, you will definitely become his pride.

Thinking of this, Lan Tian couldn't help but blush on his face. He really came to the right place this time!

Passing through the huge palace garden, we quickly walked to the lake, where floor mats, camping tables and chairs had been arranged. Hassan placed the meal basket in his hand on the small table and took the easel from Lan Zhou's hand.

"Can we support it here?"

Lan Zhou nodded, and Hassan erected the easel stand, carefully adjusted the position, and placed the stool in front of the easel.

"If you see where it doesn't fit, I'll help you adjust it."

Lan Zhou sat down and looked at the height of the easel.

"Hassan, it needs to go lower."

Lan Tian was beside him, and his jaw almost dropped. How dare Lan Zhou call Prince Hassan by his first name?

And he still ordered Hassan to work with peace of mind. He is really a fool!

Lan Tian placed the paint box in his hand at Lan Zhou's feet with a condemnation in his words.

"Lan Zhou, why are you so rude? How can you call the prince by his first name? Have you forgotten the etiquette that grandpa taught you?"

Hassan was helping Lan Zhou adjust the height of the easel.

Lan Zhou was very puzzled when he heard this.

"Why is it rude to call him by his name?"

Pride flashed in Lan Tian's eyes. Hassan should have seen Lan Zhou's stupidity, right?

"Lan Zhou, the prince is the head of a country and has a distinguished status. We are ordinary people. It is not disrespectful for you to call him by his first name."

Lan Zhou was still puzzled, and he looked at Hassan with some confusion.

"Do you feel disrespected when I call your name?"

When Hassan heard Lan Tian's words, he frowned slightly. He liked Lan Zhou's accent when he called his name. The final sound was slightly raised, which always seemed to be a bit ambiguous and lingering.

Hassan looked at Lan Zhou tenderly,

"Of course not, I love it when you call me that."

Lan Zhou smiled and opened the box to get the paint. Of course he knew social etiquette, but when he met Hassan, he didn't know his identity. Calling him by his name had become a habit, and the sudden change was really unacceptable.

And in his mind, Hassan is different, Lan Zhou likes to call him by his name.

Hassan then looked at Lan Tian, ​​"Lan Zhou and I have formed a very comfortable way of getting along with each other and a tacit understanding. You may not be used to it just now.

But please don't put pressure on him. Lan Zhou is the purest angel, just let him grow freely. "

The subtext couldn't be more clear. We are doing well, so why are you meddling in others' affairs? It's very leisurely, right?

Lan Tian couldn't behave well, and looked a little embarrassed.

After Hassan finished speaking, he went to put the food in the meal basket. Lan Tian quickly cheered up and went to help.

The two people silently placed all the food on the small table. At this time, the butler also brought the coffee and poured each person a cup of hot coffee before leaving.

Lan Zhou mixed the oil paint and started painting. Hassan stood behind and watched for a while, then sat on the chair next to him, opened a book, and started reading leisurely.

Lan Tian also stood behind Lan Zhou, watching him paint, and became a little uneasy as he looked at him.

What is this painting? There are messy lines and blocks of color everywhere, and you can’t tell what they are, okay?

What a fool, he was smearing it randomly.

He looked at Hassan carefully and saw that he didn't pay attention to Lan Zhou at all. He raised the corners of his lips. It seemed that Hassan didn't pay much attention to Lan Zhou either!

Lan Tian carefully sat on the chair next to Hassan, took a sip of the coffee in front of him, and looked at Hassan's profile.

Hassan, who was reading a book with his head lowered, had a sharp profile and deep brows, full of wisdom and composure accumulated over the years.

The more Lan Tian looked at it, the more excited he became. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He felt that there was nothing bad about Hassan and nothing was imperfect.

Under the warm sunshine of autumn, there is a gentle breeze, the lake is sparkling, and it is so quiet that you can only hear the chirping of insects and birds, which is extremely relaxing.

Hassan read for an hour, and his eyes were a little sore. He closed the book and stood up, stretched his limbs, and looked at Lan Zhou. He was still concentrating on the painting.

There are some wonderful lines and color blocks on the drawing board in front of you. They look messy, but under the surface, there is inner logic and beauty, which needs to be understood with your heart.

Simply amazing!

Hassan twisted a strawberry and put it in his mouth, standing behind him to admire it.

Lan Tian finally found a chance to talk. He stood next to Hassan and also looked at the painting.

"My brother Lan Zhou has had many strange thoughts and ideas since he was a child. When I was a child, I took painting classes with him, and he could never complete the assignments assigned by the teacher inexplicably.

If you ask him to draw eggs, he will definitely draw chicken legs. If you ask him to draw vases, no one will recognize what he draws. The teacher's beard was so angry that he was so angry. "

After Lan Tian finished speaking, he laughed, as if he was saying something interesting.

Hassan frowned and glanced at Lan Tian displeasedly.

Lan Tian seemed unaware, still talking endlessly.

"The teacher often praised my works and said that I could try to take a professional route. Unfortunately, I was busy with other things and had no time to draw anymore, which buried this talent."

Hassan turned his attention back to Lan Zhou's paintings.

"Not everyone has artistic attainments. Lan Zhou's talent is not something ordinary teachers can understand.

I am now glad that his artistic talent and spirituality were not destroyed by that mediocre teacher. "

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