Chapter 577
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Xu Xiaoxiao didn't realize that he had to clean up the mess until the car was out of sight.
The rural road to Vermont was getting narrower and narrower. Wild flowers and waterfalls were growing on the roadside, making the journey even more beautiful.
After running along the road for a long time, a small wooden farm could be seen. On the side of the dirt road, there was a very simple little table. On top of it, there was only a small wooden sign that indicated the price and a simple and unadorned piggy bank.
On the table were the farm's produce. It could be tender cucumbers, or it could be corn harvested in early autumn, or it could be the most natural wild honey that the farmer accidentally stole from the coffee-colored brown bear.
Passersby, it was all up to them to pay for the goods. If you didn't have enough change, you could even use the physical products around you as collateral to pay for the purchase.
Qin Guan picked up three yellow-green cucumbers from the table. As he was about to pay, he realized that there were all kinds of things in the cashier box.
Sunglasses, hair clips, and a rather expensive headscarf — these wayward tourists were only looking for the momentary joy of the countryside.
Crunch!
Qin Guan chewed the cucumbers in half. The Hilton slowed down the car, which meant that they were nearing their destination.
If they hadn't walked all the way there and blindfolded themselves, they would have thought that they had gone back in time 100 years.
It was a serene and quiet manor. There were two wooden, hollowed gates at the entrance. The sign of Tasha Manor was swaying in the breeze, telling the history of the place.
Hilton parked the car outside the manor. It was a piece of land that could barely be considered an open space. The few of them stepped on the half-inch-tall grass and walked into the manor.
Suddenly, a small gray rabbit leapt out from the grass nest. It used its black and bright eyes to glance curiously at the unfamiliar visitor before quickly disappearing into the field.
Blue sky, white clouds and green grass filled the atmosphere of the countryside.
The only thing that people could walk on was the flagstone road made of broken stones. It was a messy, rustic and artistic feeling.
Ding! Ding!
"Grandma Tasha, it's me, Hilton."
"Oh, it's our dear little kitty. Come on in …"
It seemed that the relationship between Hilton and the well-known illustrator Tasha Dudot was quite close. After hearing the invitation to enter the room, Hilton opened the room that was like a cabin in the woods.
Ding! Ding!
The crisp sound of a wind chime reminded them of their arrival. A room with a wooden floor, cloth tables and chairs and a medieval fireplace appeared in front of them.
In the middle of the hall, there was a stove made of tin sheets. The iron chimney connected to the stove led directly to the window of the wooden cabin.
The firewood on the mouth of the stove flickered, and a simple and unadorned kettle was placed on top of it, occasionally emitting a white mist of steam.
Time had really gone back 100 years. The American illustrator made Qin Guan wonder if he had traveled back in time.
Tasha Duduo was already 79 years old, but she still wore a gentle smile. Her steps were firm and powerful. She was wearing an ancient dress and had a scarf on her head. She was holding a piece of unfinished clothing in her hand.
"Welcome, Kitty, you finally brought the guest I wanted to invite. When Grandma's latest illustration album is published, I will definitely send the first one to you."
Tasha Duduo's voice was just like her, quiet and elegant. It was as gentle as a spring breeze, without any aggression.
She tilted her head curiously and introduced the guests who came later to the guests who had already taken their seats under her signal.
"He's Lin Lun, a reporter from Time Magazine. He heard that I invited Qin Guan to be my model for the latest issue of the magazine.
"So, I decided to take this opportunity to pay a private visit to this famous Asian model in the US."
The newcomer didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He raised his gold-rimmed eyes and looked at Qin Guan as if he was appreciating a painting.
He was so focused that he even forgot to greet the others. Tasha Duduo, who knew her old friend well, continued the conversation without a care in the world.
"Don't worry about him. He's just a man who forgets about his surroundings when he sees a good material. Let's see when we can start.
Have a taste of the scented tea from my farm. "
The white porcelain cup was filled with blooming chrysanthemums, and the honey and milk on the side were all products from Tasha Tudor's original ecological farm.
Qin Guan didn't feel tired at all. In such an environment, he felt relaxed.
"I'm fine. I can start anytime."
"Okay. I'll get the tools."
As fellow painters, Tasha Duduo and Cong Nianwei were as far apart as the countryside and the city. However, she was interested in anything related to drawing.
Qin Guan, who rarely stayed idle, pushed open the door and walked into the spacious field.
There were clusters of white wildflowers, vines that occasionally revealed their branches, and morning glories that twisted and turned. There was not the slightest hint of artificial decoration.
When he saw the old banyan tree in front of him, Qin Guan tucked his shirt into his waistband.
He rolled up his trousers a few times and climbed up the thick branch of the tree. He naughtily found a comfortable position and sat on it, letting his long legs dangle down unscrupulously.
There was an indescribable sweetness in the wind. It blew past Qin Guan, making his white shirt flutter and his long eyelashes flutter. The wind made his smile appear on his face.
Qin Guan was like a fairy blending into the countryside. He was so beautiful, yet heartbreaking.
Tashaduduo got her drawing tools. She even forgot to pull out her usual chair. She sat on the railing beside the door and started drawing.
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