After heavy rains, the high temperatures of summer have been delayed, the air is fresh, and the blue sky is cloudless.
Those tourists who came to Meihai City for sightseeing were blocked by heavy rain for two days, and their interest in traveling became even higher. There were countless unfamiliar faces in both the scenic spots and the streets.
Today, Yang Lu is wearing a white three-quarter sleeve shirt and a pair of long white legs under a gray pleated skirt. The canvas shoes on her feet are full of youthful atmosphere.
I don't know if it's because he often works with older young people in the police force, but Bai Mo, who is also 20 years old, is a little envious.
Bai Mo wore a pair of ripped jeans, white short-sleeved upper body, and his graffiti on the back. He looked very youthful.
The two made an appointment at the place where they watched the sunrise for the first time. When Bai Mo arrived, Yang Lu was already waiting here.
What is different from the past is that there are more tourists on the beach, almost all holding small buckets and clips, trying hard to find their own fun in the place where the sea water recedes.
A gust of sea breeze blew by, and Yang Lu's long hair flew with the wind.
"Have you decided to recommend me to foreign universities after seeing the sunrise I painted that day?" Yang Lu asked softly.
These days, Yang Lu has eliminated the shadow left by Bai Mo Gallery in her heart. She recalled many things. As Teng Jie said, at least Bai Mo liked her.
"That's right!" Bai Mo sat on a rock and looked at the sea, "I can see that your paintings will have an audience, so I want to help you improve your skills. Unfortunately, my style is different from yours, so I can only help. Find someone else."
The styles are different, and to Yang Lu's ears it feels like there is no common language.
A trace of disappointment appeared between Yang Lu's eyebrows, "Sometimes I really don't understand you. Why are you so calm when you mention different styles? Aren't you worried that we can't get together because of our different styles?"
"No!" Bai Mo glanced at Yang Lu curiously, "I think this is no different from watching TV series. You like to watch costume idol dramas, and I like to watch detective dramas. They just like different styles. It doesn't mean we can't live together. ?”
Yang Lu also turned to look at Bai Mo. The two looked at each other, and Yang Lu couldn't help but smile.
Who would have thought that Bai Mo would say something about living together? This is undoubtedly a confession for Yang Lu.
"Do you still want me to go to Tea Country?" Yang Lu asked.
Bai Mo thought of what Teng Jie said the night before, and he sighed, "I followed your advice and went to see a psychiatrist. He said that I did have a problem, but he didn't tell me what the problem was."
Bai Mo scratched his head, "So now I'm doubting myself a little. Maybe it's really wrong to draw those things, but every time I solve a case, I always want to draw it, just like taking addictive poison."
At this time, Bai Mo suddenly felt that his hand was grabbed by someone. It was slightly cold, but soft and boneless. It was Yang Lu's hand.
The feeling of electric shock swept through his whole body, and Bai Mo looked to the side with an unnatural expression.
The sudden holding of hands made Bai Mo so nervous. Yang Lu smiled sweetly, "Since you are sick, you should treat the disease well. Teacher Teng is so powerful, he will definitely cure you."
Yesterday, Teng Jie told Yang Lu about Bai Mo's situation. Teng Jie said that he would definitely be able to cure Bai Mo, but it would only take a long time.
"I didn't seem to say that the psychiatrist I was looking for was my brother-in-law, right?" Bai Mo looked back at Yang Lu with doubts.
Yang Lu's heart tightened, but fortunately her mind moved quickly. She said matter-of-factly: "I am a fan of Teacher Teng. Of course I know that he is also a psychiatrist. If you find a psychiatrist, you need to keep it secret. You will definitely find Teacher Teng." !”
It sounds reasonable, but if you think about it carefully, there are still loopholes.
Teng Jie is Lu Wan's husband. Bai Mo must hide this disease from Lu Wan. Unless Bai Mo trusts Teng Jie very much, why would he find Teng Jie?
The flaw was that Bai Mo rarely mentioned Teng Jie in front of Yang Lu. She couldn't possibly know that Bai Mo trusted Teng Jie.
Seeing that Bai Mo had not yet dispelled his doubts, Yang Lu suddenly leaned her head on Bai Mo's shoulder. She could feel the muscles in Bai Mo's arms tightening instantly.
Taking advantage of Bai Mo's nervousness, Yang Lu added, "I also often read detective novels, okay? There is still some simple reasoning logic."
The topic about Teng Jie seemed to be over, or another thing completely occupied Bai Mo's mind at this moment.
Yang Lu was so proactive today that Bai Mo was completely at a loss.
This is also Teng Jie's advice to Yang Lu. If she still likes Bai Mo, then be a little more proactive, because Bai Mo has always been lonely and he needs a warm feeling.
Teng Jie did not tell Yang Lu what Bai Mo's psychological problems were, saying that he wanted to keep his patients confidential, but Teng Jie still gave Yang Lu a small reminder.
Lonely! What a cruel word for a 20-year-old boy!
With his arms held tightly by Yang Lu, Bai Mo could even feel the softness from Yang Lu's chest. After a period of nervousness, he gradually felt a sense of comfort.
"I'm going to the Tea Country." Yang Lu said, looking at the sea in the distance. "The reason for going is not to understand your paintings, but to improve myself. What you said is right. When I stand on Maybe I'll understand you when I'm at the same height as you.
I have had several phone calls with Professor Rita in the past few days. She said that you are the most talented painter she has ever seen. In order to have a common language with you, I must grow. I don’t want to understand your paintings, I just want to understand them. you. "
Yang Lu's eyes were shining with light, which was his longing for the future.
Bai Mo pursed his lips. He knew that going to the Tea Country was Yang Lu's best choice. Even though he hoped that Yang Lu could go to further his studies, he was inevitably a little disappointed when he knew that Yang Lu was really going to leave.
Looking sideways at Yang Lu, this is the first girl he likes!
As if she felt Bai Mo looking at her, Yang Lu suddenly looked at Bai Mo, blinked his watery eyes, and showed a playful smile.
"I saw the reluctance in Teacher Bai's eyes." Yang Lu said mischievously.
Teacher Bai.
Yang Lu finally used this title again, which made Bai Mo feel a lot warmer. Just when he wanted to speak, Yang Lu's head had already come over.
The pink red lips were printed on Bai Mo's mouth, slightly moist, with a hint of sweetness.
With parted lips, Bai Mo looked at Yang Lu stupidly like a sculpture. Yang Lu was not much better, her face was so red that it was better than every sunrise Bai Mo had seen.
This time, Bai Mo took the initiative to hug Yang Lu and whispered in her ear: "I'll wait for you to come back."
Yang Lu said shyly, "You also need to take good care of your illness."
Bai Mo tightened his hands and responded to Yang Lu's words with a hug.
The warm scene lasted for a while, and Yang Lu asked softly: "Professor Rita said that you know more professors in the United States, and there is a teacher there who is more suitable for me than her. She is curious why you don't recommend me to him." That professor.”
"Because that professor is a male." Bai Mo answered quickly.
"Hehehe!" Yang Lu laughed, her eyes filled with happiness. She hooked Bai Mo's neck and kissed him on the cheek.
"Teacher Bai, I like you so much!"
