345: C345 Mysterious Woman

C345 Mysterious Woman

The spring wind blows, the sun is warm.

Han Zhiyu got up in the morning and prepared breakfast. She walked to the side of the small wooden table by the window.

The scenery outside the window was not enough to be seen every day. It was warm and peaceful.

The gentle wind blew in, bringing along the fragrance of the flowers in the courtyard and bringing about the fragrance of the room.

Lightly closing his eyes and breathing in, it instantly made one feel relaxed and relaxed.

After using up the meal, seeing that it was still early, Han Zhiyu took out the weeding agent that she had brought back when she went back to the supermarket yesterday.

The land in the yard had been reclaimed into two pieces. One was planted flowers, and the other was planted vegetables.

She changed her clothes, took a small shovel and went to the yard.

In fact, it was also very simple. She would shovel away the grass growing in the yard, and then sprinkle weeds around to prevent the weeds from growing crazily again.

Some of the local residents who came and went would smile and greet Han Zhiyu in short English when they saw her busy figure.

Han Zhiyu would also wipe the sweat off her forehead and respond to them one by one.

This was also the reason why Han Zhiyu loved this place. Compared to the bustling and bustling city center surrounded by concrete and steel, she preferred the outside of the city that was full of human feelings.

Only here could she experience the joy of life again and completely get rid of her past self.

After a round of work, Han Zhiyu looked at the clean and tidy courtyard with great achievement. She thought about buying some seeds of vegetables when she came back in the evening and planting them in the empty land that had just been tidied up.

After returning to the house to change her clothes and tidy up the painting tools, Han Zhiyu headed towards the square again.

After walking for more than half an hour to the square, Han Zhiyu stretched out her waist in a refreshed manner and walked to a shade of a tree to stop.

Taking off the painting rack on her back, she took out a landscape painting that she had not completed yesterday and started to paint.

As time passed, the number of people in the square gradually increased.

The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves and onto Han Zhiyu's head, body, and her painting.

"Hello, can you help me draw a painting?"

The elegant female voice entered Han Zhiyu's ears. Her eyes moved from the painting to the place where the voice came from. Only then did she see a woman with excellent temperament standing in front of her.

The woman's facial features were exquisite and her face was extremely beautiful. Only a trace of fine lines at the corner of her eyes and a kind gaze at the bottom of her eyes revealed her age. It could be imagined that when she was young, she must have been a devastatingly beautiful woman.

Her black and bright long hair was firmly held on top of her head, and there was a small and beautiful parasol on top of her head.

She wore a snow white silk shirt. There were delicate and complicated wrinkles on her clothes and chest, which made her delicate outline even more distinct. The wide and fluffy skirt made her waist look like it was being held tightly.

Just by standing there quietly, one would feel that her temperament was extraordinary.

Han Zhiyu was not stupid. Although the style of the clothes in front of her was simple, just looking at the material and material, it was a good product. Therefore, the person in front of her was either rich or noble.

"Hello, can you help me draw a painting?" Perhaps she was worried that Han Zhiyu did not hear it, the woman repeated it again.

Han Zhiyu finally reacted and asked in disbelief, "Me?"

The woman was amused by the Han Paper Desire's reaction. The corner of her beautiful lips curled up and her tone became even gentler, "Other than you, is there anyone else here?"

Then, she turned her head slightly to look around and gave a signal.

Han Zhiyu hurriedly stood up and respectfully replied, "Then, please take a seat. "

The woman then smiled and nodded her head. Wearing a pair of white lace gloves, she put away the umbrella and elegantly sat on a stool at the side.

"Then let's begin. "

"Okay, okay. "

The woman held the umbrella in one hand and rested her other hand on her knees. Her eyes were calm and peaceful as she looked into the distance.

Her graceful posture coupled with the beautiful background behind her was like an oil painting from the previous world, pleasing to the eye.

Han Zhiyu sized up the woman in front of her as she drew her outline on the white paper.

In fact, she had been wondering in her heart since the moment this woman appeared.

The place she lived in was quite a distance away from the city center. Basically, it could be counted. It was a small town.

Judging from the attire and behavior of the woman in front of him, her family background was definitely not simple. But since she came from a rich family, why would she suddenly appear here and not have a bodyguard by her side?

Just as Han Zhiyu suspiciously lifted her gaze from the painting paper and looked at the woman, she was stunned and the pen in her hand also stopped.

That woman's face did not have any expression but her eyes that were looking into the distance were filled with sadness. It was clear and distinct.

It was a kind of sadness that made people sigh when they saw it. It was like being naked in the snowy night of the twelfth lunar month. It was bone-chilling and painful to the bottom of one's heart.

She had never seen such grief in anyone else's body.

For a moment, Han Zhiyu almost blurted out and asked why she was so sad.

At this moment, the woman suddenly turned her head and the emotions in her eyes disappeared. She asked softly, "Miss, is there a problem?"

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that someone would hide their emotions so deeply. The person who had sadness in his eyes just now seemed to have seen it with her eyes.

Shaking her head, she began to draw again. At the same time, she mocked her actions from the bottom of her heart.

She didn't know this woman, so what right did she have to ask?

After about half an hour, Han Zhiyu left the last stroke on the paper. She put the pen in her hand back into the toolbox and said softly, "Madam, the painting is finished. "

The woman sitting on the stool finally woke up from a dream. She gracefully stood up and stretched out her hand that was wearing gloves towards Han Zhiyu. "Please let me see. "

Han Zhiyu did not delay and took the blueprint from the painting shelf and handed it to her.

That madam raised her hand to take it and her gaze was fixed on the blueprint. Her other hand rubbed the face on the blueprint as if she was recalling something through the blueprint. Her eyes were filled with nostalgia.

Ten seconds later, she withdrew her hand and took out a coin from her wallet and handed it to Han Zhiyu.

"Miss, thank you. You spoke very well. "

"Madam is too kind. I will get the money for you. "

"No need. Take the extra money. "

"Madam, no, I can't take it. " Han Zhiyu refused as she bent down to take out the change. But when she looked up, she could not see the woman's figure.

"Madam - Madam -" Han Zhiyu did not dare to run far and only shouted a few steps away.

Unfortunately, she really did not see that woman's figure and Han Zhiyu could only helplessly return.

Just as she sat down on the stool, something barged into her eyes.0

That lady's wallet just now!

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