Born As a Model

Chapter 48 - Gu Zhou's

It was obvious that he was taking pictures, and most likely he was. Sheng Jiaoyang furrowed his brows.

Near him, the masked man narrowed his eyes, like smiling at him. He then walked away to take another picture of the scene.

Oh, that's a tourist.

Sheng Jiaoyang did not mind that and walked along the riverbank until lunch time. He stopped at a restaurant near the beach and casually ate his lunch. After taking a short break, he continued to enjoy the view of the Tiber river.

As he walked to the Bridge of Holy Angels, he saw a young man painting something. He walked over and saw her drawing a statue of an angel. He stopped and watched for a moment.

When the young man stopped drawing, he stepped forward and asked, “May I borrow your equipment for a while?”

When he saw someone else drawing, his addiction to painting re-lit.

The young man turned around and measured it from top to bottom before giving his painting tools to him without hesitation.

"Thank you!" Sheng Jiaoyang thanked him. Then, without further ado, he used the young man's painting tools to start painting.

Rough sketches are gradually outlined on white paper. At first, he drew a little here and a little there, spreading everything around the place and making it impossible for others to know what he was drawing. When those scattered lines were completely mixed by his brushstrokes, an angelic statue appeared clearly on the paper.

The young man originally wore a serious expression, looking as if he regretted lending his equipment to her. However, when he witnessed this genius, his eyes widened in astonishment. Soon after, he realized that the other party's hand had not stopped moving, and that he was filling in an empty area on the paper.

A cute little angel slowly appeared beside the statue of a living angel. It looks a lot like an angel statue, like a real picture of a father and son couple. This little angel tilted his head and looked at the serious-looking angel statue beside him, his expression showing curiosity and ignorance. It was so funny that it could melt someone's heart.

The young man opened his mouth in awe, but he was afraid of disturbing the person who was sketching. His voice reached his throat but was suppressed by a strong swallow.

Finally, the slender white hand holding the brush moved to the bottom right corner, as if he was about to sign. When the tip of the brush barely touches the paper, it suddenly stops and is moved.

The young man could not help but ask, "What happened? Why didn't you sign it? ” Finally, he could see that this girl who looked younger than him was a very skilled young painter with advanced painting skills.

Sheng Jiaoyang tilted his head, his voice carrying a trace of helplessness as he replied, "Someone spent a million to buy my pseudonym."

"What's? Why would you do that? Are you short of money? ” The young man could not understand this. A talented young painter like this should not sell his pseudonym for a little money.

That person was Demon King Shen, so he could not resist and could only accept his offer. But he was short of money.

Sheng Jiaoyang smiled and put down a brush. He then stood up and said to the young man, “Thank you for lending me your equipment. If you like this painting.. ”.

“Can you give it to me?” a voice from the side suddenly cut him off.

Sheng Jiaoyang turned to look, and a masked face entered his gaze. The eyebrows above the mask are slightly curved, and the eyes below are actually quite charming. They were black like ink and seemed to be filled with stars.

“No problem for me, the painting belongs to him. You have to ask him. " Sheng Jiaoyang pointed towards the young man.

The masked man turned his head towards the young man and said sincerely, “I really like this painting. Can you give it to me as a gift? Or, can I exchange it for another? ”

"Sorry, sir." The young man shook his head. "I also really liked the painting, so I wouldn't trade it for anything."

“Oh, what a pity.” Although the man said that, there was no visible sign of disappointment on his face.

The young man started packing his equipment and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he thanked Sheng Jiaoyang earnestly. After witnessing the entire process of drawing this painting in person, he felt greatly benefited because the painting had expanded his gaze.

Sheng Jiaoyang nodded and waved at the young man. He then glanced at the man standing beside him before turning around and walking back to the riverbank.

It's approaching night. Along the banks of the river, white pagoda tents were set up beside the embankment fence. Many people sit there and order their favorite drinks while waiting for nightfall.

Sheng Jiaoyang sat by the fence and ordered a cup of wine. He casually sipped wine.

"Can I sit here?" ask a somewhat familiar voice.

Sheng Jiaoyang looked at the masked man who appeared before him for the third time today, furrowing his brows slightly. He then lifted his chin slightly and replied lazily, "Please."

He's a very handsome man.

Sheng Jiaoyang glanced at him once, then shifted his gaze.

“If I may ask, are you Chinese?” ask the man suddenly in fluent Mandarin.

Sheng Jiaoyang looked at him and replied, "That's right." He also uses Mandarin to answer his questions.

“Then, are you ethnic Chinese?” The man's eyes showed interest.

"No, I'm Chinese."

He could make a clear distinction between ethnic Chinese and Chinese. Chinese refers to people of Chinese descent, while ethnic Chinese refers to foreigners of Chinese descent. His nationality has never changed before. No matter where he ate or where he lived, his roots were always in China.

“You speak Italian like a native,” the man praised.

“You're not bad either.”

“I'm Gu Zhou,” said the man suddenly.

Sheng Jiaoyang simply blinked and said, "Oh."

“It looks like you really don't know me,” said the man with a slight smile.

From the way he spoke, he should know her? Sheng Jiaoyang checked back on the man solemnly.

“There is an impression?” The corner of his mouth was raised.

"No," Sheng Jiaoyang replied honestly.

“Your reasons really make me wonder if you are really Chinese.” After realizing that he really did not know her, Gu Zhou could not help but ask, "Could it be that you have never seen my film before?"

The film? Hearing this, Sheng Jiaoyang seemed to remember something, as if he had actually heard the name 'Gu Zhou' in the past.

Right now, the phone is ringing. Sheng Jiaoyang ransacked his bag and took his phone.

"Hello?"

“Xu Jiaojiao, stop playing outside and come back early.” Zhuo Yiyan's voice could be heard through his cell phone.

Sheng Jiaoyang agreed before hanging up the phone

"I have to go." He picked up his little backpack, then bid Gu Zhou farewell and left.

Gu Zhou laughed. This was the first time she had met a girl who had not asked for her autograph or a group photo. He really doesn't know her. He had never encountered this type of treatment since he became famous.

He pulled out his phone and watched the short video he recorded earlier. To be honest, he did not follow her on purpose. But, when he went around, he would meet her. He then happened to see the picture and had recorded it out of habit. Thanks to this habit, he managed to capture the magical moment.

It is hard to imagine that a brush alone makes an entire sheet of scattered sand turn into a painting with just one stroke. The little angel drawn at the end had sublimated the entire painting, adding some clarity to the painting and making the angel statue no longer dull and monotonous. Once he saw the painting, his head would be filled with endless imagination.

He posted a video to his Weibo and wrote:

[Today, I met a girl in the Tiber river and was immediately captivated by her painting. At first I thought if she recognized me, I could ask her to give me a picture. But, I don't expect him not to know me at all (feeling sad) ~]

Not long after this was posted on his Weibo, it had accumulated many love taps and was shared again continuously.

Moreover, the comment field was flooded.