Chapter 1523: It’s Called Mangshan Village, Right?

Early summer:......

My heart was beating in my chest like a bunny, and I was excited and excited in early summer.

She covered her eyes with her hands. At this moment, she seemed to be losing control of her emotions.

She still didn't reply, but her expression kept changing.

She liked Mo Ling, but at this moment, she didn't have the courage to say it directly.

Mo Ling saw that the girl beside him was too nervous to speak, so he didn't continue the topic.

He got up and walked to the door of a bedroom. The bedroom door was open and he could see what was inside the bedroom.

This is a very small bedroom, probably only fifteen or sixteen square meters. There is a bed of about 1.2 meters in size, a small wardrobe, a small desk, and a guzheng in the left corner.

The bedroom is clean and tidy, even the quilts are neatly folded.

At this time, Mo Ling's eyes were attracted by a picture album on the desk.

Was it a painting painted in early summer?

Mo Ling immediately walked in and picked up the thick picture album.

He took the album to the living room.

"Are they all your works?" Mo Ling asked.

He also has two picture albums, but they were all drawn while he was studying. After working, he rarely draws anymore.

Chu Xia nodded. This was a colored lead painting she had painted in the past three years.

"Can I see it?" Mo Ling asked again. Out of respect, he did not open the picture book immediately.

Chu Xia nodded and said okay.

In fact, these paintings were not very good, and she was not satisfied with them.

Mo Ling opened the album, and soon he saw the works inside. The first painting was a bouquet of blooming daffodils. There was nothing wrong with the use of lines and colors. It was a decent work.

He turned to the second picture again. This picture was of a house, a very old house. No, this should be the kind of small mud house in the countryside decades ago. There was a small lawn in front of the house. , the weeds grow very high in the lawn. It can be seen that the house in the painting has not been lived in for a long time. In front of the house is a path, and both sides of the path are also covered with weeds.

The scenery in the painting looks desolate and lonely, as if it has been abandoned and no one has been there for a long time.

only……

Mo Ling suddenly frowned.

He stared at the painting for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. He always felt that he had seen this place before, and the small mud house in the painting.

Could it be...

Some long-ago pictures suddenly appeared in Mo Ling's mind. He looked at the painting carefully again and was almost certain about it.

"Chu Xia, did you imagine this painting yourself, or did you go to this place and paint it in person?"

Mo Ling handed the drawing book to Chu Xia and pointed to the second colored lead painting inside.

"You are talking about this..." Chu Xia thought for a while and said: "This was the year before last, no, the summer vacation after my college entrance examination the year before last, my parents, grandparents, and I went to a place below Liyang City. I was on vacation in a small town, which attracted many tourists with its unique farmhouse experience. I drew this picture when we were fishing and barbecued in a village. The village was developing very well, and every household had built beautiful houses. Those houses are more beautiful and elegant than many villas in our Night City, but this old earthen house suddenly appears in this village and looks very special. You know, it is rare to see this kind of house from decades or hundreds of years ago. I built a mud house, so I drew this small house.

Chu Xia explained.

Mo Ling was still staring at the house in the painting.

"The small village you are talking about is called Mangshan Village, right?"