[1v1: The female protagonist is silly and lively, while the male protagonist is gentle and refined.] When she met Song Nanqiao, Zhi Hua knew for the first time how it felt to be moved. It turned out that liking someone could make one's heart beat faster. After spending some time with Song Nanqiao, Zhi Hua decided to chase after this big boy. "Senior Song, are you free this weekend?" "Senior Song, I don't know how to answer this question." "Senior Song, let me treat you to milk tea." "Senior Song, my roommate stood me up. Can you do me the honor of watching a movie with me?" "Senior Song…" Zhi Hua maintained her image as an obedient girl and made her presence known in front of Song Nanqiao. One day, her idiotic behavior was exposed in front of Song Nanqiao, and Zhi Hua was so embarrassed that she wanted to escape. "Huahua, you want to run away after flirting, huh?" Song Nanqiao.
Some people were strangers, but when they met for the first time, it felt like they had known each other for a long time.
There was a feeling called 'one look for ten thousand years', and there was a feeling called' love at first sight.'
As a girl from the New Era, Zhi Hua had never believed in love at first sight.
Romance novels and old-fashioned scenes in television dramas would always be mercilessly ridiculed by her.
Of course, her love history was blank, and she had only fantasized about it a little.
Chen Mo was the childhood sweetheart who would hang around her every day. He was gentle, warm, and handsome. He was one of the most handsome men in the eyes of the girls in Qing University. She had never been moved by him. She was more interested in the so-called sisterhood.
" I was talking about drawing. Little beauty, since you like sketching, why don't you just transfer to our department?"
On the quiet road in the old town, Lin Keke put her right arm around Zhi Hua's neck and teased her.
Zhi Hua was a literature major student, but she loved drawing. She liked to go out with her best friend Lin Keke to sketch on weekends.
"Get lost."
Zhi Hua glared at Lin Keke without batting an eyelid, then pried her hand away and walked forward.
A hobby was still a hobby.
" Sigh, Zhi Hua, it seems like our relationship is over. You actually told me to get lost."
Lin Miaomiao clutched her heart, looking very distressed.
On the arch bridge, Zhi Hua skillfully set up a drawing board, arranged the paint, and started drawing while looking at the scenery on the other side of the bridge.
"Drawing."
Beside the willow tree on the shore, Lin Miaomiao waved at Zhi Hua.
Zhi Hua put down the things in her hands and walked toward Lin Keke.
"Quick, quick, quick, stand properly."
Lin Miaomiao pushed the painting forward and let her stand under the willow tree.
"I knew it."
Zhi Hua secretly held her forehead and scolded Lin Miaomiao in her heart.
" Ah, we're beautiful, gentle, and virtuous. We're the most suitable models for me."
Lin Miaomiao grinned as she flattered and winked at Zhi Hua for a while.
She had even used similar words. Uncultured, how scary. Zhi Hua rolled her eyes silently in her heart.
"Raise your neck slightly and look up."
Zhihua followed suit.
"There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent."
As Lin Miaomiao drew, she mumbled something.
Lin Miaomiao never left any room for words of praise for Zhi Hua.
Zhi Hua was helpless. As Lin Miaomiao's best friend, she was often reduced to being Lin Coco's model.
In the name of making a "great and selfless" contribution to her best friend.
After standing for a long time, Zhi Hua suddenly felt a little sore on her neck. She gently rubbed her neck and her gaze inadvertently landed on the arch bridge.
A person was sitting in front of the drawing board on the arch bridge. It was a little far away, so Zhi Hua could only see a blurry outline.
He wore a white shirt and had short, clean hair. He looked quite eye-catching.
No, that drawing board was hers!
Suddenly realizing this, Zhi Hua ran towards the arch bridge without caring about her image.
"Hey, Huahua…"
Lin Miaomiao was stunned when she saw Zhi Hua suddenly run away like a madman and didn't react.
By the time she reached the bridge, Zhi Hua was already panting heavily. She was bent over, her eyes almost squinting into a line, and her mouth was slightly panting. Her hair was messy, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks. Her face was flushed.
It actually made people feel a mesmerizing beauty.
Song Nanqiao stopped what he was doing and looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared in surprise. He frowned and pursed his lips into a beautiful arc.
"Hey, this drawing board is mine."
Zhi Hua glared angrily at the uninvited guest who was holding her brush and occupying her drawing board.
It was too infuriating.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see anyone just now and couldn't help but want to draw. I'm sorry for using your personal belongings without your permission."
Song Nanqiao was stunned for a moment before she stood up and said embarrassedly.
Only then did Zhi Hua pay attention to the person in front of her. His face was as distinct as a sculpture. It was angular and unusually handsome.
His thick eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were clear and bottomless, his lips were thin and thick, and his hair was short and black.
A white shirt, black trousers, and white sneakers. It was clean and simple, and it gave off a heart-stirring feeling.
That glance stunned Zhi Hua.
Perhaps, it would be ten thousand years with a single glance.
"If you don't mind, I'll treat you to milk tea as an apology."
Song Nanqiao pursed her lips and looked at Zhi Hua. She pointed at a milk tea shop not far away.
"Ah, it's okay."
Zhi Hua reacted and shook her head.
She was not a petty person.
She just didn't like it when others used her things without her permission. Now that they had apologized to her and had a good attitude, she definitely couldn't be too unreasonable, right?
Song Nanqiao's gaze swept past Zhi Hua's eyes. He looked at the riverbank and then at Zhi Hua. He understood.
" Painting? I haven't finished painting yet. Why are you running so fast?"
Lin Miaomiao held the drawing board and walked slowly to Zhi Hua's side, complaining.
Painting?
So her name was Huahua. No wonder she liked painting so much.
Song Nanqiao looked at the drawing board in front of him thoughtfully.
"I'll leave first. If fate allows me to treat you to milk tea, treat it as an apology."
Song Nanqiao looked at Zhi Hua meaningfully and smiled warmly.
He took out his vibrating phone from his pocket and turned to leave while answering the call.
The warm sunlight shone on his back as he left, like a warm painting.
"Wow, you're good at drawing."
"Where did you hook up with that handsome guy?"
" His looks are way better than that idiot Chen Mo's."
" F * ck, f * ck, f * ck. This handsome guy is right in front of me. I actually didn't bring my phone."
"His back view is also super handsome."
Lin Miaomiao's love-struck illness acted up again. She stared at Song Nanqiao's back and exclaimed, almost drooling.
Lin Miaomiao was a typical fangirl, the type who couldn't take her eyes off handsome men. Her phone's photo album was full of photos of all kinds of handsome men.
It was said that it was better to look at photos of handsome men so that they could eat better.
Zhihua ignored Lin Miaomiao and moved to the drawing board. The beautiful painting on the drawing paper came into view.
The delicate green willows, the blue sky, the verdant grass, and the agile girl under the willow tree.
The unique characteristics of all living creatures were well interpreted by Song Nanqiao's pen, as if they were alive.
"Smoke and willows painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, a hundred thousand homes. Clouds and trees surround the sand of the dyke, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the natural moat is boundless."
At the edge of the paper, a thought-provoking poem was written.
On the lower right corner, three words were written in a flamboyant manner:
Song Nanqiao.
In the Northern Song Dynasty, there was Nanqiao.
Zhi Hua stretched out her finger and gently rubbed the three words. An inexplicable feeling rose in her heart.
It was a very nice name.
