Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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The loss friend behind him made a meaningful long drag tone, and until this car ran away without a trace, Xu Xiaoxiao found that he was going to pack up the full dinner trash..

The country road leading to Vermont is getting narrower and narrower, and the wild flowers that gradually emerge from the side of the road, the Creek Falls, make this journey even more beautiful.

It took a long time to see a small wooden farmhouse on the roadside. A very simple small table was placed on the dirt roadside. There was only a small wooden sign indicating the price and a most rustic piggy bank.

On the table are the agricultural products produced by this farm, it may be a tender cucumber, it may be the corn harvested by the wealthy in early autumn, or it may be the most natural stolen from the brown bear Wild honey.

Passing road passengers, it is all conscious to give money to the goods, and when your change is not on hand, you can also use the physical products around you as collateral for your purchase money.

Qin Guan picked up three yellow-green cucumbers from the table, and when he threw the money, he realized that the things in the cash register in front of him were various.

Sunglasses, card issuance, and a rather expensive headscarf, these self-willed travellers are just asking for the rural interest of the moment.

‘Click’

The crunchy cucumber was chewed in Qin Guan's mouth, and Hilton's slowing down of the car speed meant that the final destination of their work was in front of them.

If it is said that it is not going all the way, if it is said that the eyes of Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were covered, when they came here again, they thought that time had gone back 100 years.

This is a peaceful and quiet manor, with two wooden fenced gates at the door, swinging the signboard of the Tasha Manor, squeaking in the breeze to tell the history here.

Hilton parked his car outside the manor, a place that could barely be regarded as an open space, and a few people walked inside the manor on a half-inch tall grass that grew naturally.

Suddenly, a gray bunny bounced out of the grass nest, curiously glancing at the strange visitor with black bright eyes, and then quickly disappeared over the field.

The blue sky, white clouds, and green grass are full of relaxed rural atmosphere.

The only thing in the manor that allows people to walk normally is the stone road made up of broken stones, which has a messy and rustic artistic texture.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Grandma Tasha, this is Hilton..."

"Oh, our dear kitten is here, come in.."

It seems that the relationship between Hilton and the famous American illustrator Tasha Duduo is quite familiar. After hearing the invitation to enter the door, the Hilton light car in front of the door opened this farmhouse-like room in the forest.

'Jingle Bell'

The crisp wind bell reminded guests of the arrival of a guest, a room with pure wooden floors, cloth tables and chairs, and a medieval fireplace slowly appeared in front of Qin Guan.

In the center of the hall, there is also a tin-iron heating stove. The iron chimney connected to the stove leads directly out of the window of the wooden cabin.

Firewood was extinguished on the stove mouth, a quaint kettle was placed on top of it, and a white mist of steam occasionally appeared.

The time here is really backward for 100 years, and after seeing this American illustrator, Qin Guan began to wonder if he had traveled through time and space.

Tasha Duduo is now 79 years old, but with the most gentle smile, the pace is firm and powerful. She wore the oldest long dress with a headscarf of an English milking girl wrapped around her head and a piece of clothing that had not yet been sewn.

"Welcome, the kitty finally brought the guests I want to invite. When Grandma's latest illustration collection is published, the first one will definitely be in your hands."

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

She turned her head curiously and introduced the people who came afterwards to the guests who were already in her seat.

"Lun Lun, a reporter from American Time Weekly, during a call with me, I heard that I invited Qin Guan to be the model for my latest illustration."

"So, at the opportunity of interviewing me, I must also come over and visit alone, this American Asian popular model."

The later man did not feel uncomfortable at all because of his uninvited presence. He elegantly raised his gold-rimmed eyes and gazed at the Qin Guan in front of him with an appreciative look at an artistic painting.

He was so focused and serious that he forgot to say hello to the people present, but Tasha Duduo, who knew his old friend quite a bit, continued to continue the conversation.

"Don't care about him, he is a person who has forgotten the surrounding environment after seeing good materials. Let's see when it is appropriate to start working."

"You first try the flower tea produced by my farm."

The English-style white porcelain cup is full of blooming wild chrysanthemums, and the honey and milk next to it are the products of the original ecological farm in Tasha Duduo.

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

"I'm fine, I can start working at any time."

"Well, you wait for me to get the painting tools."

As a person who also made a living on paper, the distance between Cong Nianwei and Tasha Duduo is as far away as the city and the countryside, but all work related to the draft can arouse her greatest interest.

Qin Guan, who seldom idles, pushed open the door of the room and walked into the quite spacious farm.

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

After seeing the old banyan tree in front of him for a long time, Qin Guan put the shirt on his waistband.

He pulled the trousers up a few times, and rubbed up the bifurcation of this thick trunk, and some naughty found a comfortable posture, sat on it, and hung down his long legs unscrupulously. .

The wind on the farm, mixed with a slightly sweet breath of unclear ambiguity, flew past Qin Guan's side, twitching his snowy shirt slightly, shaking his long eyelashes slightly, shaking The smile blowing on his face appeared.

At this time, Qin Guan seemed to be an elf immersed in the idyllic scenery, beautiful and full of heartbreak.

Tasha Duduo, who had obtained the painting tools, forgot to drag out his usual work chair, and sat on the fenced corridor protruding by the door, depicting it on the floor. (To be continued.)