Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming - Chapter 584

[Five hundred and eighty-two time back]

The injured friend behind made a meaningful long dragging sound. It was not until the car disappeared without a trace that Xu Xiaoxiao realized that he had to clean up this full of dinner garbage.

The country road leading to Vermont It is getting narrower and narrower, and the wild flowers and creek waterfalls gradually appearing by the roadside make this journey even more beautiful.

It took a long time to run by the roadside to see a small wooden farm. On the side of the dirt road, there would be a very simple small table with only a small wooden sign indicating the price and a piggy bank that was the most simple.

On the table are the agricultural products produced by this farm. It may be a tender cucumber, it may be the corn harvested in early autumn, or it may be the most natural thing that the farmer accidentally stole from the brown bear. wild honey.

Passing highway passengers, take the goods and give the money completely consciously, and when your change is not in hand, you can also mortgage the physical products around you as your purchase money.

Qin Guan picked up 3 yellow-green cucumbers from the table, and when he threw the money, he realized that the cash register in front of him had various items for payment.

Sunglasses, hair cards, and a rather expensive headscarf, these willful travelers are just looking for the country interest in that moment.

The ‘click’

cucumber was chewed two pieces in Qin Guan’s mouth, and Hilton’s slow speed meant that the final destination of their work was in front of them.

If it is said that it is not all the way, if it is said that Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei are blindfolded, when they come here again, they think that time has gone back a hundred years.

This is a peaceful and quiet manor, with two wooden gates hollowed out at the entrance, and the signboard of Tasha Manor swaying, squeaking in the breeze telling the history of the place.

Hilton parked the car outside the manor, a place that could barely be regarded as an open space.

Suddenly a gray little rabbit jumped out of the grass nest, glanced curiously at the strange visitor with black eyes, and then quickly disappeared above the field.

Blue sky, white clouds, green grass, full of refreshing rural atmosphere.

The only thing in the manor that allows people to walk normally is the stone road made of gravel blocks, which has a messy and simple artistic texture.

“Jingle!”

“Grandma Tasha,

I’m Hilton…”

“Oh, it’s our dear kitty here, come in.”

It seems that Hilton and the American-renowned illustrator Tasha Dudo are quite familiar with each other. After the invitation from the door, Hilton, who was in front of the door, opened the farmhouse like a small room in the woods. The crisp wind chimes of

‘ding bell bell’

reminded the arrival of the guests, a pure wooden floor, cloth clothes table and chairs, and The room with the medieval fireplace slowly appeared in front of Qin Guan and the others. In

the center of the hall, there was a stove made of tin and iron, and the iron chimney connected to the stove led directly to the window of the wooden hut

. The firewood was on and off, and a quaint kettle was being heated on it, and occasionally a white mist of steam emerged.

The time here really went back 100 years, and after Qin Guan saw this American illustrator, he began to Doubting

if she has traveled through time and space.

Tasha Duduo is now 79 years old, but with the gentlest smile, her steps are firm and powerful. She wears the oldest dress, and her head is wrapped around the milk of England The girl’s turban, holding an unfinished piece of clothing in her hand.

“Welcome, Kitty has finally brought the guests I want to invite. When grandma’s latest illustration collection is published, I will definitely send you the first one. hands.

”

Tasha Duduo’s voice is the same as hers, quiet and elegant, gentle like a spring breeze, without any offensive power.

She tilted her head curiously, and introduced the guests who had already signaled her to take their seats. The people who came later.

“Lin Lun, a reporter from Time Magazine, during the phone call with me, heard that I had invited Qin Guan to be the model for my latest issue of illustrations.

”

So, just to have the opportunity to interview me, I must come and visit this Asian model who is popular in the United States.”

”

The later man did not feel uncomfortable at all because of his unsolicited visit. He elegantly raised his gold-rimmed eyes and looked at Qin Guan with the eyes of appreciating an art painting.

He looked intently and earnestly, and even forgot to say hello to the people present, but Tasha Duduo, who knew his old friend quite well, continued the topic unconcernedly.

“Don’t worry about him, he is a person who sees good material and forgets the surrounding environment. Let’s see when it is suitable to start work.” “You guys first try

the

scented tea produced by my farm.”

In the porcelain cup are blooming wild chrysanthemums, and the honey and milk next to it are products from the original ecological farm of Tasha Duduo.

Qin Guan on the side didn’t feel tired. In such an environment, people would unnaturally relax.

“I’m fine, I can start working at any time.”

“Well, wait for me to get the painting tools.”

As people who also make a living by painting on paper, the distance between Cong Nianwei and Tasha Duduo is the distance between the city and the city. The countryside is so far away, but all the work related to painting can arouse her greatest interest.

Qin Guan, who was rarely idle, pushed open the door of the room and walked into the spacious farmyard.

Clusters of white wildflowers, occasionally exposed branches of vines, crooked morning glory, without the slightest taste of artificial modification.

The childlike Qin Guan, after seeing the old banyan tree in front of him, pinned his shirt into the belt of his trousers.

He pulled up his trouser legs a few times, and crawled up the fork of the thick tree trunk. Some naughty, he found a comfortable position, sat on it, and let his long legs hang down unscrupulously. .

The wind of the farm, mixed with an indescribable sweet smell, blew past Qin Guan, scratching his snow-white shirt slightly, making his long eyelashes tremble slightly, A smile appeared on his face.

At this time, Qin Guan seemed to be an elf integrated into this idyllic scenery, so beautiful and full of heartbreak.

Tasha Duduo, who got the painting tools, even forgot to pull out her usual work chair, so she sat on the fenced corridor protruding from the door and painted on the ground.

(To be continued.)