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Su Qingji didn't let anyone else follow, she and Tang Anran just went there.

The wooden cable bridge is suspended in the air more than ten meters away, and it is a little wobbly. There are gaps of different sizes between the planks, and you can directly see the bottomless shallow pool through the gaps.

Fortunately, the two of them were not afraid of heights. They walked more than [-] meters with ease, but it was scary for the bodyguards and assistants standing behind.

Han Shanwen was also worried. He stood up from the rest chair and called out to be careful with a worried expression on his face. He was afraid that something would happen to his actor. He didn't sit down again until he saw the two of them on the other side.

The painter Xiao was with Jian Ai, so Tang Anran took two boxes of pastries.

A crowd of people on the other side watched the two of them walk across the cable bridge, and Jian Ai and Xiao Shihua naturally noticed it too.

"Tangtang, why are you here?" Jian Ai put down the brush and stood up from the folding chair.

Passing Tang Anran, Jian Ai and Su Qingji met a gaze that was not hostile, but extremely cold.

"It's not that you gave me another painting, I'll give you a gift in return." Tang Anran clapped the two boxes of pastries in his hand.

"What's the gift?" Jian Ai laughed, "That painting doesn't count, and I canceled it. I just want to show you what it feels like to paint an impression painting."

Tang Anran gave another box of pastries to Xiao Shihua, and the two actually chatted.

Xiao Shihua told her about the origin of cakes like Yunling Mountain, which involved a historical story.

Su Qingji and Jian Ai were left beside him.

Su Qingji glanced at the painting on Jian Ai's easel, but he didn't expect that the one on it was similar to the one Tang Anran received, only the color was slightly different.

She is still painting Tang Anran?

Su Qingji sneered, "Miss Jian's way of increasing her favorability is really the same, so you can't change the method? I think it's uncreative for you to send paintings over and over again."

Jian Ai's slender eyebrows twitched slightly, "What favorability do you want?"

Su Qingji asked back in a low voice: "Are you pretending to be confused with me?"

Jian Ai's voice was light: "You always seem to think that I'm very hardworking."

Her tone of voice did not fluctuate, and she changed from her frivolous state when facing Su Qingji in the past.

Maybe it's because she stays with Xiao Shihua, who has a quiet personality every day, and because she wants to break through her own bottleneck and doesn't want to be troubled by other things, so her temperament has settled down a bit.

But when meeting Su Qingji, this kind of calm can't last long.

Su Qingji smiled, "What? You don't care?"

Jian Ai snorted coldly, not wanting to talk to her more.

"I advise you to give up your affection for her as soon as possible." Su Qingji's voice was very soft, but there was a hint of warning in his eyes.

Jian Ai was not afraid of her, so she said relaxedly: "Have you started to act aggressively again?"

Su Qingji snorted, "If you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them indiscriminately."

"Heh," Jian Ai's eyes sullen, "Whoever I like is my freedom, do you care?"

After hearing this, Su Qingji laughed, "Yes, yes, yes, your freedom," she said sarcastically, "How free is Jane artist, whoever he wants to like, messing with flowers and grass is just like everyday life , even cheated by hugging two beauties together, you are too free."

Jian Ai's face darkened, "I advise you to refrain from commenting on some things."

Su Qingji raised his eyebrows, "What? You can do this but you don't want to listen to others? Why don't you clear yourself up? Explain?"

"What can I explain to you?" Jian Ai snorted coldly, and took on a cynical tone, "Besides, if I said that I didn't cheat back then, would you believe me?"

"You... what are you talking about?" Tang Anran listened to Xiao Shihua's story, and when she turned her head, she saw two people glaring at each other not far away.

The two looked at each other, and looked away.

Su Qingji: "It's fine."

Jane Ai: "Small chat."

Tang Anran: "..."

What kind of enmity do the two of them have?

On the way back, the sun has set.

When walking to the middle of the cable bridge, the view is extremely wide, and you can see the far west end, a burning red sky.

Tang Anran let go of the iron chain on the bridge, and excitedly pointed to Su Qingji, "Look! It's so beautiful!"

When she moved like this, the bridge suddenly shook a little, Tang Anran's figure suddenly became unstable, and everyone on the shore exclaimed.

Su Qingji walked behind her, seeing this, he quickly stepped forward and put his arms around her waist.

"Be careful."

Jian Ai sat back in front of the easel, intending to paint the sunset, she mused to the paint box, and then hesitantly chose a few colors.

When she raised her head towards the west again, she saw Tang Anran swaying in the middle of the cable bridge, and the moment Su Qingji went up to hug her.

There was a buzzing in the brain.

Jian Ai's pupils shrank.

Memories, in the depths of my mind, jumped out.

——"Wow! Baby, look, there are fish jumping out of the bottom, ah!"

——"Hey, be careful!"

——"Huh, I was shocked, why is this bridge still shaking?"

—— "You jumped on the spot just now, can it not shake? It's reckless."

—— "Oh, you still talk about me."

——"Be careful."

——"Woo..."

——"Oh, it's alright, it's cute, be good."

--"snort!"

——"I was wrong dear, let alone you, the bridge is broken, hit it, oops, hiss, my hand hurts."

——"Pfft, are you stupid? It's made of iron. Can you move it?...Does it hurt?"

--"pain...."

——"Then let me give you a kiss, it won't hurt anymore, mua."

——"Kissing here is not enough."

—— "Where is the kiss?"

--"here."

——"Damn it, it's still outside."

——"What are you afraid of, this is the Italian countryside, and no one knows you."

......

——"Baby, the sunset here is so beautiful."

——"That's not even one ten-thousandth of yours."

——"Glib tongue."

——"That's also a glib tongue with real feelings."

——“Egle.”

--"Um?"

——"I don't want to go back to my country anymore, I really want to stay here with you all the time, without restraint, without worrying about being discovered and exposed when people look forward and backward."

——"But there are careers you like in China."

——"Am I too greedy, I want both music and you."

——"It's not that you are greedy, it is all yours, I am yours, and will always be."

—— "Me too, always yours."

......

——"What's wrong, why are you staring at me?"

——"It's nothing, I just want to say TiAmo."

——"Hee hee, I know, I love you more."

A cool breeze blew through the mountains.

The paint in my hand fell to the ground at some point.

Sitting on the folding chair, Jian Ai's body trembled slightly, she put her elbows on her knees, and covered her face with her cold hands.

The memory is like an exit suddenly opened, uncontrollable scenes vying to emerge in front of my eyes.

Jian Ai's back was numb, she was shaking more and more violently, her heart seemed to be clenched more and more tightly, making her unable to breathe.

"Jian Ai?" Xiao Shihua sensed that something was wrong with her, walked to her side, and put his hands on her back, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Jian Ai shook her head repeatedly and sniffed.

"Are you crying?" Xiao Shihua found a tissue in her hiking bag and stuffed it into her hand, "What's the matter? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Jian Ai turned her head away to wipe her tears, and said in a muffled voice, "It's nothing, there's sand in my eyes."

"Did you...remember—"

"No, I said it was sand, it was windy just now."

Jian Ai told Xiao Shihua to go back, "Go ahead and paint, I'm going to start too."

"Are you really all right?"

"Well, really."

Xiao Shihua turned her head three times a step, Jian Ai gritted her teeth, let out a long sigh of relief, and lowered her head to pick up the paint on the ground.

On the canvas in front of him, the colors are simple.

Jian Ai looked at the brilliance of the sunset, her eyes were dumbfounded.

She picked up the paintbrush.

Forget it, forget it all, don't think about it...

Forget about her, you can... draw it...

That night, Tang Anran posted a business Weibo at the request of her manager.

[Tang Anran v: "The sunset on Yunling Mountain is very beautiful, the pictures taken can't be released yet, please look at the picture and think about it~"]

The accompanying picture is the semi-finished painting that Jian Ai gave her, and she typed Jian Ai's signature.

When stepping on the zero o'clock, Tang Anran left a message under Youluo's Weibo.

【Idol, happy [-]th debut anniversary! [Love]]

Like her, many celebrities in the comment area stepped on the dots to send congratulations to You Luo, the "Queen of the Music World", but it's hard to say if it wasn't posted by herself.

You Luo made his debut at the age of 16, and it has been exactly 16 years since today.

During the day, during the lunch break, Su Qingji sent You Luo a WeChat message: [16 years, so fast. 】

After that, she directly sent out sixteen red envelopes.

Immediately after, the dialog box began to continuously pop up prompts for You Luo to receive red envelopes.

After receiving sixteen without mercy, You Luo sent me a line of words: [People send me blessings at zero o'clock, but you are lucky, you didn't come until noon? 】

【You and I still have to argue about this? 】

[Cut, if you are too familiar, you don't need a sense of ceremony, right? 】

[Sixteen red envelopes are so neat, don't they have a sense of ceremony? 】

[Your behavior reminds me of a word, big money. 】

Su Qingji looked at the phone speechlessly: "..."

[This is the first time in my life that I received this evaluation, thank you. 】

【Hee, that's all I can say about you. 】

[How is it? Is filming with your little girlfriend going well? 】

Little girlfriend?

The corners of Su Qingji's lips curled into a smile, and he typed: 【It's going well. 】

【Your sister, I am in a very good mood today. She didn't see my concert last time. Is she there?You call her over and I'll sing her a song. 】

"Bamboo," Su Qingji called Xi Zhu, "Go and call Teacher Tang over."

"Yes."

A few minutes later, Tang Anran came over from the lounge next to her, "Do you have anything to do with me, Mr. Su?"

Su Qingji turned the phone screen to her, she didn't wear earphones, she turned on the speaker, Youluo appeared in the video call, "Hi~Tangtang~"

So caught off guard.

"Ahhhh!! Youyouyouyou—!!" Tang Anran stuttered on the spot in surprise, covering her mouth with both hands and retreating repeatedly.

"Hahahaha——" You Luo laughed when he saw her reaction on his phone.

Su Qingji said to her: "Hey, do you want to smile so happily? Where's the idol burden?"

You Luo laughed and burst into tears, she wiped her eyes, "Your kid is so cute."

As if in a dream, Tang Anran heard You Luo's songs specially sung for her, and she even sang three songs in a row.

Before the video ended, Tang Anran once again wished her a happy [-]th anniversary, and said that she stepped on zero last night and commented on Weibo.

"Tsk, Susu, look at Tangtang, and then you." You Luo said disgustedly.

Tang Anran went in without knowing.

Su Qingji explained to her with black lines all over his face, "I just sent her congratulations..."

Hearing this, Tang Anran burst out laughing.

"Tangtang, I'll go back and close your Weibo."

You Luo used an ipad. After finishing speaking, she picked up her phone, opened Weibo, found Tang Anran, and followed her.

In the next second, You Luo's expression suddenly became serious.

Only then did Su Qingji think of something, and suddenly the alarm bells rang in his heart.

Wait, did Tang Anran post Jian Ai's painting on Weibo last night?

Wandering won't...

Su Qingji's eyes became tense, and he called her quickly, trying to attract her attention, "Hello? Luoluo?"

You Luo ignored it, her fingertips trembled, her breath was almost held, she clicked on the big picture of the painting, and then zoomed in.

"This...this is her—" You Luo looked at the two people on the iPad screen,

"No, you admitted it wrong." Su Qingji immediately interrupted her and immediately denied it.

You Luo's voice became unsteady, "I'm absolutely...recognized..."

"Tangtang, who is the artist of this painting?" You Luo turned the screen of the phone.

Tang Anran looked at the reaction of the two of them, and suddenly dared not say anything, "Uh..."

You Luo said to himself, "It's her, she drew it...is she back? Egle...where is she...where is she?"