Natasha won Xu Damao's heartfelt praise as soon as she came out.

The little girl also happily accepted Xu Damao's praise.

This foreign girl really doesn't know how to be modest or reserved at all.

After Natasha stood at the door of her apartment, Xu Damao began to choose the angle.

For such a beautiful girl, no matter what aspect.

Xu Damao has to show his best level.

He chose a good angle and sat down with a drawing board and a pencil in his hand.

He carefully observed the beautiful girl in front of him with his eyes.

The pen in his hand moved gently, drawing hazy lines.

He looked up at Natasha again and concentrated on describing her in the painting.

Colored pencils are like elves, where the toes scratch.

Large areas of lawn are green, large areas of flowers are red, and large areas of sky are blue.

The same beautiful Russian girl is also perfectly displayed on paper.

There is no hint of the coldness of early spring in the picture, but it is like a season when hundreds of flowers are blooming.

Look at her crystal clear eyes in the painting, reflecting each other with the surrounding environment, and then you will slowly fall into intoxication.

This is a work that can speak, seeming to be telling something to the person on the other side.

After the completion, Xu Damao handed the painting to Natasha. When she looked at herself in the painting, she fell into addiction for the first time.

Xu Damao looked at her, put away the drawing board and walked away gently, without taking away a single cloud.

When Natasha came to her senses, she found that Xu Damao had left.

At this time, she felt an urge to see him immediately.

But time really doesn't allow it, because her father is coming back soon.

At this moment, Xu Damao's impression in her heart deepened infinitely.

At the same time, he was even more curious and eager to know everything about Xu Damao.

After returning home, Natasha put the paintings away very carefully.

What was different from usual was that she had no intention of sharing this painting with anyone.

After finishing the meal, I went straight back to my room.

Looking carefully at the painting in his hand, he was also thinking about what kind of person Xu Damao was.

Xu Damao didn't care at all about Natasha's side of things and finished the meal with everyone in the cafeteria.

Director Wang still refused to take the acupuncture, so Xu Damao stopped coddling him.

After briefly checking the body of my accomplices, I went back to my room to read.

The next day, Xu Damao had just finished his meal and put on his bicycle to go out for a walk.

I bought some medicinal materials on the way back to cover up my own medicine.

He didn't go far when he ran into Natasha. It seemed like she was just looking for him.

"Mr. Xu, are you planning to go out?"

Xu Damao: "Yeah, I'm going to buy something on the street."

Natasha: "Can I go with you? I haven't been out yet."

Xu Damao…….

"Of course, but I still need to bring something with me when I come back. I'm afraid I can't take yours in the car."

Natasha: "But I don't have a bicycle here. Otherwise, I can sit on the crossbar in front of me when I come back."

Xu Damao: "Miss Natasha, I'm afraid this really won't work."

"Only our closest friends can sit like this."

"How about this? If I have time tomorrow, how about I take you out to play?"

Natasha: "Okay, Mr. Xu, when will you be back?"

"I want to buy you a cup of coffee and thank you for helping me draw such a perfect picture."

Xu Damao: "Thank you for nothing. You're welcome. I'll probably come back after lunch. If I come back early, I'll go find you."

After Xu Damao and Natasha separated, they went to the Security Department to inquire about the location of the pharmacy.

Just get on the car and head to Chang'an City. The factory area where Xu Damao is located is in the east of Chang'an City.

So what greeted him was Zhongshan Gate, which the local people called Xiaodongmen.

There are mostly foreigners near Xiaodongmen, but most of them fled from Yuzhou in 1942.

After so many years, they have taken root here and become an integral part of this city.

Xu Damao was still thinking about Xiaodongmen while he was riding his bicycle. What impressed him most was.

It was actually recorded in a book he once read.

In the year 24, there was a gentleman named "Treman".

I once found N pieces of good stuff at the ghost market near Xiaodongmen.

(Forty-nine cities are called Pigeon City, Yangcheng, and the other side of Huacheng is called Tianguang Market)

Of course Xu Damao wouldn't go, but it couldn't stop him from imagining what this "gentleman" was doing at that time.

The factory area is not far from Xiaodongmen Bridge, and Xu Damao had already arrived while he was thinking wildly.

When I got closer and saw the scene at the door, I was really, really overwhelmed.

He looked up at the well-preserved city wall. The uneven and incomplete walls all told the story of historical changes.

I always wanted to go shopping, but I didn’t think about the season. The trees all around were bare.

There is nothing to see at all. I am still waiting for a while. I will see green on the branches and in the fields. Come and take a stroll.

Xu Damao inquired all the way to the pharmacy mentioned by the security department.

Hand the order that has been prepared to the salesperson. It has the detailed name, quantity and how it will be processed.

It didn't take long for the salesperson to quote the price and take the necessary time.

Since most of what he asked for was turned into powder, it took a long time.

After Xu Damao paid, he got the ticket from the salesperson and waited here.

When I was bored, I took out the book from my bag, sat down on the doorstep, and started to pass the time.

While Xu Damao was reading, a middle-aged uncle with a slightly wretched appearance appeared.

He came to him and asked: "Comrade, will you use the car for a while?"

Xu Damao raised his head and blurted out: "He Daqing, why are you here?"

If you take a closer look, it's not him. The two of them are at most 60% similar.

"I'm afraid you have mistaken this comrade. Everyone calls me Bai Laosi, not He Daqing."

Bai Laosi! Looking at a similar face, Xu Damao suddenly remembered the drama "Leaves Falling in Chang'an".

Bai Lianhua's father, Hao Yulan, who was about the same age as his eldest son, bought her for 50 yuan as his wife.

And it didn’t take long for White Lotus to be born.

After liberation, he had no skills and began to make a living by pulling a cart.

Because I lived relatively poor, my brother-in-law gave me a temporary job.

I took Bai Lianhua away and worked as a nanny for many years.

I watched my daughter being beaten and scolded by her uncle and aunt.

His life was worse than that of a long-term worker. He had to do all the work in the house and was not even allowed to eat on the table.

So he didn't even have the courage to take the child home without his wife's permission.

I can only feel sad, distressed, and blame myself silently.

I just don’t know what time period it is in the plot.

Xu Damao: "I'm sorry, uncle, you look a bit like a neighbor of mine. I just looked at you coldly and thought you were him."

Bai Laosi: "It's okay. I see that my comrade is waiting for the goods, so I stopped by to ask."

"I'm a trolley puller. If it's difficult for you to carry it, I can help you pull it. The price is absolutely cheap."

It would also be nice to have someone to chat with and learn about the current time period.

Xu Damao: "Sorry to trouble you, I'm really hard to take care of."
To be continued...