Wearing a shirt and jeans, carrying a large canvas bag, wearing glasses with light brown fiber lenses, with a digital camera and a recorder hanging on his chest, and a square handkerchief in his hand covering his nose and mouth and coughing repeatedly, Wen Nuan blended into the crowded press conference venue after handing over the invitation.
The Peony Hall was crowded with people, and the lively scene made every new entrant stunned like her.
"Didn't they say they only invited fifty reporters? There must be more than two hundred here." A low murmur could be heard behind him.
"You're kidding. This is Zhan Nanxian's first official media interview. Which colleague wouldn't try his best to get in? Even if there's no exclusive news, writing one or two pages of behind-the-scenes footage can increase sales."
The main seat in the center of the hall was a long table covered with pleated purple-blue velvet. The ten rows of soft chairs in front of the table for reporters were already occupied. Even the aisles on both sides had been occupied by professionals carrying cameras. Everyone was whispering to each other while waiting.
Wen Nuan moved to a corner that was almost a dead end. This desolate corner was so inconspicuous that not only would the people in front of her not look back, but even those who occasionally walked past her would not consciously turn their heads to look at her.
At exactly three o'clock, when several figures walked in from the side door next to the long table, everyone stood up.
Standing behind all the warm applause given to him, at that moment she just wanted to cry.
The longing seemed to have traveled a hundred thousand light years, and also seemed to have gone from the birth of the earth to its destruction. She had been pursuing him for so, so long.
The long table was bright under the interweaving spotlights. He sat in the middle without even a coat. He was wearing a white shirt with a unique style and simple lines. His handsome face looked like an Asura and an angel. His stunning eyes still shone with clear starlight, and even the corners of his lips, which were habitually slightly curved, did not change at all. He was graceful, indifferent, noble and elegant.
Bo Yixin, who was accompanying him, was stunningly beautiful, with smiling eyes like two pools of moonlight, and she was full of tenderness when she looked at him. This golden boy and jade girl made Wen Nuan think of a classical word, a virtuous couple.
Behind the long table, Bo Yixin's smile was as perfect as ever, but she lowered her voice and asked, "Why did you change your mind at the last minute?"
"Hmm?" Responding to her words nonchalantly, Zhan Nanxian's eyes rested on the palm of his right hand. There was a small red dot flashing and sending prompts on the lower left corner of the mobile phone screen. He opened it, received the information sent from the satellite, and then looked at the pictures taken by the satellite and transmitted down one by one.
Knowing that he didn't want to talk more, Bo Yixin had to change the subject, "Has everything been settled in the United States?"
He raised his head, his eyes finally fell on a certain point in the crowd, "I have finalized the general situation, and I will leave it to Ouyang to discuss the details slowly. The other party will come to Hong Kong in another month, and I will go to sign the contract then." He retracted his cold gaze, turned around and asked Bo Yixin, "If a woman suddenly cuts her long hair short, what does it mean?"
Bo Yixin was stunned. "Usually, they want to end the past and start over."
Zhan Nanxian raised his thin lips and said, "End the past?"
Putting down his phone, he looked around the room and smiled.
The staff on duty immediately turned on the PA system remotely, and everything was ready within seconds.