In the local Italian ti evening, Mu Yan finally arrived at the hotel in Venice to et up with Chen Zhou and the others.
What Mu Yan hadn’t expected was that Sister Wen actually ca along with Chen Zhou.
Seeing her, Mu Yan was so excited that she almost wanted to throw herself at her, tears seed to shimr in her eyes.
"Sister Wen!"
"Little girl, long ti no see." Sister Wen walked over and gave her a hug right away.
Mu Yan hugged her tightly, "Sister Wen, it’s been so long since I saw you."
Sister Wen chuckled, "No worries, next ti you co to act in Director Chen’s movie, we’ll et again."
Mu Yan released her, smiled but didn’t respond.
It’s not like she could act in Director Chen’s movie just because she said so, though she understood what she ant—she was rely a makeup artist on Director Chen’s crew.
Considering everyone was too tired after a day of flying, they exchanged brief greetings before heading to their rooms to rest.
Early the next morning, Wang Linjia and Sister Wen ca to invite her out to play.
Though also dealing with jet lag, Mu Yan was feeling terribly sleepy, but the two were full of energy.
"Co all the way to the Water City without going out to explore, what’s the point of staying cooped up in the hotel every day?" Wang Linjia was almost dragging Mu Yan out the door.
Mu Yan couldn’t resist her, quickly changed clothes, went downstairs to have breakfast, and then the three went out together.
The sea breeze was quite strong, the air was filled with a salty scent, mixed with sunshine it dispelled all drowsiness.
Mu Yan wore a knit sweater, carried a small crossbody bag, and joined them on a boat tour around Venice.
Wang Linjia took photos with her phone, occasionally whispering with Sister Wen, the journey was anything but lonely.
Mu Yan quietly sat at the back, her eyes sweeping over the surrounding buildings, already forming a picture in her mind.
Back when she was a painter, she wanted to create an ink-like painting of Venice’s water life.
In this world, it’s not always the vibrant colors that catch the eye; often, the hues of simplicity hold the flavors of life.
"Mu Yan, why aren’t you taking photos?" Wang Linjia asked.
Mu Yan pointed to her head, "They’re all in here."
Sister Wen laughed, "I rember now, Mu Yan used to be a painter, when will you paint a few for ? I’ll keep them as family treasures."
Mu Yan helplessly, "Sister Wen, can’t you hope for sothing better for ?"
From ancient tis to now, most painters only beco famous after they die.
Sister Wen laughed at this, saying, "It’s fine, I can wait."
Wang Linjia chid in, "Why not let Mu Yan give so pointers to your little Bao? Isn’t she learning to paint?"
Mu Yan hearing this, was surprised to learn Sister Wen has kids, she asked, "Sister Wen, how many children do you have?"
Sister Wen replied, "Two, one son and one daughter, my eldest son is twenty, my younger daughter is eight."
Mu Yan glanced at Sister Wen, she looked just over thirty, how could her children be that old? Or perhaps there’s a story behind it?
However, she didn’t ask, and instead smiled, "I bet the brother really loves his sister."
"Indeed, whenever I say a couple of things about his sister, as her brother, he gets upset with , saying I have a bad temper." Sister Wen looked helpless, "A mother even gets managed by her son."
"Your big Bao dares to be bold only in front of you, but in front of his dad, he’s just a cowardly cat, and his dad’s nothing but a paper tiger in front of you," Wang Linjia teased.
Sister Wen heard this, her face filled with a sweet smile.
The three wandered around on the water, then went shopping.
Sister Wen and Wang Linjia went on a shopping spree, coming here was practically a release of a woman’s natural love for shopping.
Coming out of a jewelry store, Mu Yan suddenly felt a chill behind her and abruptly turned around.
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