Approaching noon.
When Ning Youguang came out of an old building with red walls and green tiles, she was holding a painting.
Following her was a tall and thin young man with a small braid on his head, a slightly narrow, thin face, a hint of a green beard, dressed in black cloth clothes and shoes, exuding an artistic vibe.
"This painting of yours..."
The young man with an artistic aura stopped at the door after escorting Ning Youguang.
"I'll carry it myself." The painting in her hands was done by him.
"No, I mean, is the painting in your hand urgently meant for someone?" the young man asked, looking puzzled, "Before, you used to wait until my exhibition was over to take the paintings, but today you want to take it now."
"It's not for someone." Ning Youguang shook her head, "It's just that there's a place in my boyfriend's home that needs a suitable painting."
The young man looked bewildered, "Does your boyfriend also like my paintings?"
