The second time I stood downstairs at Mosuil, the sun was still very good.
When Su Mu raised his head, he was still a little dizzy.
He rubbed his forehead and took out his phone to check the time: 8:55.
Su Mu put away his mobile phone, pulled up his clothes, and carrying a medium-sized painting kit, entered the door and reported his name to the service desk. The receptionist immediately and respectfully led him into the card-swiping door and invited him to the elevator.
The elevator still stops at the 55th floor.
The department assistant on the 55th floor asked Su Mu to wait a while, and called the assistant president's office to ask for instructions. After a while, Zhang Kexin, the special assistant to the president on the 56th floor, went downstairs to pick up the person.
Zhang Kexin, who was dressed in a black professional attire, led Su Mu up the stairs to the 56th floor with a pleasant smile.
After reaching the 56th floor, Zhang Kexin, who was walking on Su Mu's right side, leaned forward slightly: "Mr. Su, please."
Su Mu was a little uncomfortable: "Thank you."
Under the leadership of Zhang Kexin, Su Mu passed the door of the assistant's office and was walking towards the president's office. He turned into a south-facing corridor in the middle of the hall.
The corridor is not too wide, the path for pedestrians is about 1.5 meters, and half a person's tall fortune bamboos are planted on both sides, surrounding the corridor, full of greenery.
Su Mu noticed this passage last time, but there is a corner in the middle, and the scenery at the end cannot be seen at a glance.
This time when he set foot on this green corridor, he saw brightly colored koi swimming in the water tank under the water-raised fortune bamboo.
Looking at the flamboyant You Yu, Su Mu's mood suddenly relaxed a lot.
"Mr. Su, this way please." At the corner, Zhang Kexin smiled and began to explain: "Mr. Jing is in a meeting, and the meeting ends at half past ten. Mr. Jing told Mr. Su that he can take a rest in the greenhouse first. Tell me."
Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he nodded to say thank you, he stepped into Baiping's hanging garden. Under the transparent tempered glass at the soles of his feet were colorful swimming fish.
here…
It's like heaven.
The bright sun shone obliquely, filling this place with a warm golden light.
The garden faces south, and the layout is very particular. The south section is an insulated glass roof, and the north is open air. The entire flower garden spreads from the center to the outside, like a small gossip array.
The terrain in the south is higher than the four steps in the north, which is about half a meter higher, so a glass road is set up in the south, with water below, where fish swim, and a connected open-air fish pond in the north.
The three walls in the east, west and north are planted with fresh dense-leaved bamboo trees, and then there are various flowers competing to bloom.
Surrounded by the sea of flowers, there is a circular lotus pond in the middle. Next to the lotus pond is a huge easel. The rice paper spread on it reflects a faint yellow halo under the sunlight.
Suddenly, a bird song broke the silence from a laurel tree that was two people tall and hadn't bloomed in the southwest corner, and then two popping sounds came from deep in the dense leaves, and two kingfishers burrowed through it together. Come out and fly away.
The sky in the distance is vast and blue, wide and free...
Su Mu curled her lips: They are really a pair of little villains who know how to find field battles.
Seeing Su Mu stop, Zhang Kexin turned around and said with a light smile, "Mr. Su, how is it?"
"Oh! Oh~" Seeing Zhang Kexin like this, Su Mu raised his eyebrows with burning ears: "Thank you, this place is very good."
"Yes." Zhang Kexin nodded and smiled, "Then I'll make a cup of tea for Mr. Su. Would you like black tea or green tea?"
"No, no need." Su Mu raised the teacup in his hand and signaled: "I have the teacup, thank you."
"Okay." Zhang Kexin looked at the cup full of tea in Su Mu's hand, leaned down and said politely, "If Mr. Su has any orders, I'll be in the assistant's office."
After Zhang Kexin left, Su Mu looked at the flowers and colors in the courtyard, followed the small ditch extending from the corridor, and walked slowly to the lotus pond with the koi swimming in it.
The lotus pond is not too big or small, about six square meters, and in the center stands a slowly rotating large stone mill for water collection as a decoration, and there is a very ordinary lotus.
The lotus leaves are fat, and there are only two lotus flowers with pink tips shyly emerging from the lotus leaves.
It seems that the flowering period is not far away.
Su Mu pursed her lips and smiled: Water lilies should be planted here.
The heart-shaped leaflets with forks only float on the water surface. Every morning, countless fairy-like water lilies stretch out their slender necks like white swans and stand out from the forks. As the sun rises, they curl up like shy girls. Unfolding their floral skirts, they stand elegantly on top of a green leaf.
Even poets admired them: they were originally pink fairies in the heaven, and they fell in love with each other and moved the world. Sighing the wind and rain in the pride, how can you sleep in the world.
It's beautiful.
What's even more beautiful is that water lilies have been developed into many varieties because they are loved by the public. Nowadays, the very common water lilies on the market can also bloom in four seasons and produce colorful petals.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the huge lotus leaves shook their heads in protest at Su Mu in the breeze.
Su Mu stretched out his hand to gently touch the edge of the lotus leaf, looking around at this small piece of heaven, and in a daze, moved his hand on the lotus leaf to the rice paper of the easel.
His eyes also fell on the slightly yellowish rice paper.
This is an excellent raw material.
Su Mu used this kind of drawing paper when he was in college. It was made of green sandalwood and had been cleaned. The price was quite expensive.
Even if he had money at that time, Su Mu only used it a few times.
After giving birth to Su Ying, Su Mu ran around for money, and it only cost three to two thousand yuan to make a painting. Naturally, it was impossible to use this kind of rice paper that cost nearly two thousand per square meter.
Su Mu put the toolbox on the stone table between the lotus pond and the easel, rubbed the small bumps on the rice paper with his fingertips and sat down...
When Jing Zhixuan walked lightly into the small garden, Su Mu was holding a pencil and walking a long line in front of the drawing paper, which was two meters wide and half a meter high.
The lines on the flying paper were crisp and neat, and the hand holding the pen was slender and exquisite, white and almost transparent under the increasingly intense sunlight.
Standing behind Su Mu, Jing Zhixuan sniffed the faint lavender fragrance on Su Mu's hair. He really wanted to embrace Su Mu in his arms, took those beautiful and delicate hands, put each slender finger into his mouth, and squeezed Su Mu into his mouth. Yun sucked so hard that it turned red, and it was branded with his Jing Zhixuan's mark.
It's best to swallow Su Mu's whole body into his mouth, bite gently and swallow slowly, so that Su Mu will only live in his body from now on, and be completely loved and possessed by him alone!
When Jing Zhixuan's breathing became heavier, Su Mu turned around subconsciously. As soon as his eyes touched Jing Zhixuan, the paintbrush in his hand slipped instantly.
The sound of a pencil tip breaking is crisp and audible.
"Jing, Mr. Jing." Su Mu quickly bent down, picked up the pencil and held it firmly in his hand, stood up, looked down at Jing Zhixuan's hand in his pocket, and mumbled his lips for a long time, but: "Mr. Jing finished the meeting? "
"..." Jing Zhixuan took his hands out of his trouser pockets, and took out the cigarette and lighter by the way: "Senior Su, when did you become so unfamiliar with me?"
"Uh..." Su Mu was stunned for a long time, raised his hand to touch the back of his head in embarrassment and smiled a little alienatedly: "Du, have graduated for so many years, so..." I'm not used to it.
Jing Zhixuan raised his eyes and stared at Su Mu as he lit the cigarette, took a puff, then turned his eyes from Su Mu's drooping cheeks to the painting: "Go ahead."
The moment Su Mu raised his right hand, he thought he was going to brush the hair next to his ear.
I can't help but feel lost in my heart.
Years have passed, and the beauty mole on Su Mu's right eye seems to have faded a bit, and it is not real when the sun shines on it.
Seems like nothing.
Jing Zhixuan moved and sat on the stone table. He folded his arms around his chest and stacked his slender legs casually. He took another puff of cigarette, breathed out the smoke, and looked through the smoke steadily. There are only a few qualitative lines on rice paper.
Su Mu raised his head and glanced at Jing Zhixuan quietly, then stretched out his hand to take a new pencil from the stone table with his heart hanging high, and sat down in front of the easel again with his trousers slit.
However, the idea just now was completely broken, and he could no longer hold anyone or anything in his mind except Jing Zhixuan.
So, he couldn't write.
At this moment, Su Mu's whole body was throbbing, the pen in his hand trembled slightly, as if his heart was pinched by someone.
He wanted to ask about the 1.9 million, but he didn't know where to start.
His paintings are not worth the price in this life, obviously!
But Jing Zhixuan spent so much money on him because he gave in to his anti-humiliation because of the 30,000 a month back then
He still remembered the back view of Jing Zhixuan walking away with Miss Qi's arm after Jing Zhixuan jokingly negotiated the price with him.
Compared to Su Mu's complicated thoughts, Jing Zhixuan smoked leisurely, looking at Su Mu's eyes with a little satisfaction for a moment.
But when his hands were raised and lowered, the fabric would rustle from time to time.
It looks quiet, but has a strong sense of presence.
Su Mu's heart was not at peace for a moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Mu raised and lowered his hand without dropping a stroke, and finally froze in mid-air.
"Didn't sleep well last night?"
Jing Zhixuan spoke suddenly.
"Uh... Oh." Su Mu was taken aback, turned his face to look at Jing Zhixuan, and quickly cast his eyes on the rice paper: "No..."
The stalemate that had just been broken was quickly restored.
"That..." Su Mu's throat rolled with difficulty, he swallowed the words Mr. Jing, his body tensed slightly, he put down the paintbrush in his hand and raised his eyebrows lightly, and said: "There are many kinds of tiger pictures, there are uphill tigers and downhill tigers. , Crouching Tiger, there are one to many, by the way, I downloaded some pictures of tigers at home yesterday."
With that said, Su Mu reached out and took the phone next to the painting box he put on the table to unlock: "It's all stored on the phone, Mr. Jing, do you want to take a look... Uh..."
Su Mu's fingers trembled just after unlocking it.
He suddenly remembered that although he had the foresight to replace the photos of him and his son on the desktop of his mobile phone with landscape paintings, there were still a large number of photos of his son growing up in his mobile phone album.
Ahhh! ! ! ! !
"Okay." Seeing Su Mu's expression, Jing Zhixuan immediately threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and stretched out his hand while wiping it out with the tip of his leather shoe: "Then I have to choose carefully."
"..." Su Mu pursed his lips and engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. Obviously, Jing Zhixuan would not believe that he forgot to download it to his phone now.
"Well, I'll help you..." Su Mu gritted his teeth holding the phone, stood up from the stool and took a step forward, bumping into Jing Zhixuan's outstretched hand in panic and eagerness: "Explain... Uh!"