Chapter 139: Portrait
Surfing is one of the must-play activities in Sanya.
At this time, Gu Wanrong was fully armed, wearing a professional surfing suit and a life jacket, standing on a surfboard with double braids.
“Yes, exactly like that,” the coach on the boat praised Gu Wanrong in the sea. “Now, you can let go.”
Hearing the coach’s instruction, Gu Wanrong took a deep breath and slowly released the tow rope in her hand.
One second, three seconds, ten seconds passed, and Gu Wanrong still stood firmly on the surfboard.
A wave came, and she still stood on the surfboard. “Woohoo!” Gu Wanrong couldn’t help but cheer.
At this moment, her hair, soaked in seawater, was messily stuck to her smooth forehead and long neck, but she didn’t look disheveled at all; instead, it added a touch of wildness and unruliness to her.
Mangmang, who had come along, kept pressing the shutter button, recording Gu Wanrong at this moment.
As her stamina gradually declined, accompanied by reluctance in her heart, Gu Wanrong ended her surfing trip today and returned to the boat.
“Ms. Gu is the most talented and brave person I’ve ever taught!” the coach kept praising Gu Wanrong in her ear. “Surfing for the first time, you only fell a few times before you could stand up and stay for a while without falling into the sea. Truly amazing!”
The camera in Mangmang’s hand was still looking for angles to shoot, and she added with a sense of pride, “Of course! When Little Sister Wanrong stands on the board, sheâs as light as a swallow.”
On the way back, Gu Wanrong listened to their constant praise.
To be honest, if it weren’t for her stamina being exhausted, she probably would have kept playing. Since the night of Christmas Eve, after Xie Xian took her drag racing, she discovered that her courage was actually not small at all; instead, she liked this kind of stimulating sport.
If it were in the past, with her “kitten-sized” courage, she would never have actively participated in todayâs surfing.
Returning to the club for a short nap at noon, the unsatisfied Gu Wanrong threw herself into the embrace of the sea again, continuing to feel the fun of surfing.
Gu Wanrong, who had recovered some stamina, didn’t get back on the boat but played shallowly on the shore under the close protection of the coach.
“Hi!”
On the shore, Gu Wanrong watched a girl in a light-colored long dress with a wide-brimmed hat walk toward her. When she reached Gu Wanrong, the girl stopped and reached out to hand over a card about the size of a photo.
“I have a gift for you.”
A gift?
As these words flashed in her mind, Gu Wanrongâs gaze fell on the card. It depicted a girl surfing, as if she were one with the waves, radiating a sense of freedom and coolness.
She first took the dry white towel handed to her from her peripheral vision and quickly wiped her wet hands dry.
Then, she firmly took the card from the girl. From beginning to end, her gaze never left the portrait.
“Is this me?” Gu Wanrong thought to herself, and the question escaped her lips.
Then, she lifted her arm, showing the side of the card with the portrait to everyone around her.
After a brief moment of surprise, an irrepressible joy quickly welled up in her heart and spread to her lips.
Gu Wanrong looked at the girl who was smiling at her. Joy rippled in her eyes, and she said with full delight, “Is it really me? Thank you!”
“Yes, itâs you.” The girl turned and pointed to a place not far away where a small stool and a small easel were set up, explaining with a smile, “I was painting over there and saw you. You were simply too beautiful standing on that surfboard!”
“Thank you so much! This is the best gift I’ve ever received!” Gu Wanrong carefully examined the watercolor painting in her hand. This was the first time she had received a portrait of herself.
The smile on her face was as brilliant as the spring sun. She liked this painting very much.
“Itâs so well painted,” Mangmang said with a face full of envy.
“Itâs so beautiful, oh my god!” Gu Wanrong was still exclaiming.
Without warning, a strange girl, carrying a heart full of kindness, walked over and gave her a painting of her that she had drawn. It was so beautiful and so sincere.
It was wonderful.
Her heart felt warm.
“I like it so much. You painted it so well. Thank you.”
There were countless feelings of touch and happiness she wanted to express, but at this moment, her mind seemed blank as she repeatedly told the girl in front of her how much she liked the gift and thanked her for it.
“You’re welcome!” The girl also had a smile on her face. She was also very aware of the emotion in Gu Wanrongâs heart at this moment, and then she reminded her, “Look at the back.”
So, Gu Wanrong obediently nodded and turned the portrait over.
The girl watched Gu Wanrong obediently turn the portrait over. “On the back of this paper is a message for you from the last person I painted.”
A few lines of elegant handwriting caught Gu Wanrongâs eye:
Are you as happy as I was when I received this painting? I think you are happy at this moment.
She didn’t habitually scan through it but read every word written in black ink on the back.
“I am very happy.” Gu Wanrong bit her lip, trying hard to suppress the sourness about to well up in her heart. However, her nose couldn’t help but feel sour, and even her voice began to tremble slightly. “I am especially happy to have received your gift!”
After saying this, the tears in Gu Wanrongâs eyes could no longer be controlled and fell.
There was no reason, just a heartfelt cry from being moved by the warmth transmitted by this world.
In Gu Wanrongâs past life, she had received many acts of kindness and care from friends, classmates, and teachers, but it was her first time directly feeling the kindness of a stranger.
It was visible, touchable, and keepable.
Who wouldn’t be moved and surprised by sudden little beauty?
The girl thought to herself that even a beautiful person’s tears were so touching. She comforted the moved and weeping Gu Wanrong: “I am also very happy to see you so happy!”
Then she hugged Gu Wanrong. Gu Wanrong didn’t resist; instead, she hugged the girl back with both hands.
I declare, this world cannot be without girls!
After a while, slowly releasing the hug, Gu Wanrong noticed the name “Meng Chun” written in the corner of the portrait and asked curiously, “Meng Chun… is that your name? It sounds so nice. Oh, by the way, my name is Gu Wanrong.”
“Yes, Chu Mengchun is my name.” Chu Mengchun nodded, took a black pen and a piece of photo-sized white card from her crossbody bag, and gave them to Gu Wanrong. “Can you also leave a message for the next person?”
“Of course.”
While speaking, Gu Wanrong took the pen and paper from Chu Mengchun and walked with her to the place where she painted, leaning against the drawing board to write on the card.
The love of the world will start from this painting. Enjoy it. I believe you will like it too.
“Your handwriting is as beautiful as you are,” Chu Mengchun praised while Gu Wanrong was writing.
After handing the written message card to Chu Mengchun, the two exchanged contact information. After chatting for a while, Chu Mengchun left the beach with her painting tools.
Gu Wanrong cherished the portrait and handed it to the assistant beside her, asking her to keep it safe for her.
In the evening, Gu Wanrong returned to the hotel to rest.
She took out the portrait again, showed it to Butler Liu, and said with a face full of pride and a slightly boastful tone, “It’s very beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Of course, it’s very beautiful. This is an unforgettable memory of your vacation,” Butler Liu responded kindly to Gu Wanrongâs boast.
“Butler Liu, help me look for houses in Sanya! I think I will come to this city often because of this painting!”
Sanya was a city she came to on a whim for a vacation. After these two days, Gu Wanrong hadn’t thought she would come often. But because of the beauty she encountered today, Sanya was no longer ordinary to her.
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