deceitfully.
Cen Fei, who had a hangover and a headache, fell asleep again after getting on the plane. This time he didn't dream.
A few hours later, the plane arrived at the destination, and Cen Fei turned into a business elite who was full of vigor and killing all directions.
He is quick-witted and generous, humble but cunning, always has a way to get the best interests for the company, and is able to deal with all kinds of problems with ease. Professionalism.
Xiao Yang, who was on a business trip for the first time, immediately became a fan, and repeatedly lamented that Mr. Cen is amazing, super awesome, super awesome.
Five days later, Cen Fei finished his work and returned to City S smoothly.
He went straight back to the company, trying again to numb himself with work.
"Bring over all the documents I have been away for the past few days." Cen Fei said to the secretary, "Also, is there nothing going on in the company these days?"
"It's all good." The female secretary replied, "That's it, Mr. Cen, do you know a man named Shi Ying?"
Cen Fei was taken aback, and frowned almost invisible: "What?"
"The front desk said that a man named Shiying has been looking for you every afternoon these past few days. I can't confirm his identity, so I dare not disclose your itinerary to him. He is here again today. Do you want to..."
Cen Feilue pondered for a while, smiled wryly, and said in his heart that what should come will still come, and there is no escape.
He sighed: "Call him in."
The female secretary responded, closed the door and went out.
Cen Fei walked to the desk and sat down, stood up again after a while, and sat on the sofa instead, clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turned white from being squeezed.
He suddenly felt tense, fearful, even...disgusted. He had never felt such uneasy emotions before, he was afraid of seeing Time Shadow, that young man seemed... like a mourning bird, bringing him the worst news. He knew clearly that this was to vent his anger, but he couldn't help but feel frustrated and irritable: Why did he still come to me? Just pretend you haven't encountered it before, okay
"Mr. Shi, this way please." The secretary opened the door politely, and Shi Ying walked in.
Cen Fei raised his head, and the moment he met the bright eyes of the young man, he was dazed for a moment.
The young man still looked the same, wearing clean jeans and a white T-shirt, carrying a huge piano case, his waist and neck were as straight as a tree.
Cen Fei took a deep breath, and suddenly blamed himself: Why should I be angry with him? He is Xiaoguang's younger brother... It's time to wake up, escape is not the way after all.
"Classmate Shi, come and sit down." Cen Fei quickly adjusted his mood, and when he stood up, he had already put on a professional smile on his face.
Shi Ying didn't move for a while, just stood there staring at Cen Fei, then turned his face away, "hummed" from his nasal cavity, and said awkwardly: "The face is healed!" Ah... so what, the new glasses look good."
Cen Fei really laughed, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed.
"Make a cup of coffee for Mr. Shi." He said to the secretary beside him.
"Don't drink anymore." Shiying took two steps forward, put a thick envelope on the coffee table, and raised his chin stubbornly: "Well... I'm here to pay back the money, my brother said he asked you I borrowed 100,000 yuan, so that I will have the opportunity to repay it to you in the future."
"I didn't have time to ask that day, what disease did your brother suffer from? Where was he buried?"
"I originally thought that this matter should be ignored. If you don't ask me to collect the debt, then it will be nothing happened. But since it happened that day, I feel embarrassed to hold on to the money."
"Has he anything to say to me?"
"I'm still a student, and I can't make too much money. I'll pay you 30,000 yuan first, and I'll pay off the rest later. Interest is also fine."
"I'm not short of money. How about it, go somewhere with me, let's sit down and have a good chat."
"What are you talking about! Are you... are you listening to me?" Shi Ying blushed anxiously, "I said I will pay you back! You are not allowed to inquire about me in the future, and you are not allowed to harass me. Did you hear me?" !"
"'Are you listening to me?', this is also your brother's mantra." Cen Fei picked up his wallet and car keys, put on his suit jacket and walked out the door, and patted Shiying when he passed by. arm, "Let's go, have a chat."
"Talk...Talk about your sister!" Shi Ying grabbed the money on the coffee table and reluctantly followed.
04.
"Where are you taking me?" After all, Shiying obediently got into Cen Fei's co-pilot, but he left his cello in the back seat, and the feeling of not holding anything in his hand made him a little restless, "Warning you, I'm different from my brother, don't play tricks, I'm not easy to mess with."
"I know you're not easy to mess with, but the injury from last time still hurts." Cen Fei half-jokingly said, "Don't worry, I didn't drink alcohol today, so I won't play hooligans."
Shiying snorted, pulled out the cushion behind his waist and hugged him in his arms, and quietly closed his mouth.
The car turned three corners, the street became narrow, and the road surface was gradually covered by a lush sycamore tree. The glare of the sun was cut by the gaps between the leaves and fell in mottled patterns. The heat in summer instantly changed its color. , looks a lot cooler.
Shiying probably knows where this is. He has been here a few times. It is the old concession embassy area, and it is also the most elegant and expensive area in the city. There are many old buildings from the beginning of the last century on the street. Some have been transformed into various new cafes, bars and art galleries.
The car finally stopped in front of an exquisite small villa building, and the green ivy covered the entire building wall, connecting with the trees and flowers in the courtyard to form a patchwork of green.
After getting out of the car, Shi Ying hugged the piano case in her arms again in a hurry, only to find that it was quiet here, neither a coffee shop nor a bar restaurant.
"Where is this?"
"My studio."
"ha?"
"It seems that your brother hasn't talked much about me to you." Cen Fei stepped forward slowly, and pushed open the glass door of the building, "He didn't tell you that I used to be a young artist, a photographer."
Shi Ying looked around, and saw a wooden sign embedded in the stone wall beside the door: Chenfei Photography Studio.
"What is Chen Fei? A homonym?" Shi Ying asked in a daze.
"Life is like nothing, everything is dust."
Shi Ying curled her lips in disdain, and followed: "In terms of pretending to be aggressive, you rich people are the best."
There were no guests in the studio. The only female employee heard the noise and stood up to greet her: "Mr. Cen, you came early today..." She noticed the shadow behind Cen Fei and was suddenly speechless up.
Seeing that the person was a pregnant woman, Shi Ying said "Hi" politely, but the other party didn't respond at all, but just stared at his face endlessly, which made him feel uncomfortable.
"Let me introduce. This is Fang Xiaoya, the administrative director of the studio. You can call her Sister Xiaoya." Cen Fei pointed to the pregnant woman, and then to Shiying, "This is Shiying, my younger brother."
"Your younger brother, your younger brother! Why don't you say that I am your father!" Shiying exploded when he heard it.
Fang Xiaoya's eyes became even more strange.
"I'll take him upstairs for a while, Xiaoya, please bring me something to drink, I want coffee... what do you drink?"
"I won't drink!" Shi Ying said angrily.
"Coffee is fine too." Cen Fei made the decision for him.
"I don't drink coffee! Well... I want Coke, iced... Don't laugh, fart!"
Shi Ying followed Cen Fei upstairs cursingly, and when the door opened in front of him, he suddenly fell silent.
The room seemed to be a living room, decorated very simply. In the center of the square room is a set of sofas and chaise longues; windows are opened on the east and north sides, and the light comes in from different angles, making the room look very bright; standing under the windows and by the wall near the door Rows of low cabinets, on which are placed various souvenirs and photo albums; the most eye-catching is the remaining wall, which is full of photos of various sizes: the sunset of Danxia Mountain, the moonlight of Qinghai Lake, The steepness of Mount Hua, the dense water vapor of the West Lake, the magnificent cathedral in St. Petersburg, the white and blue houses and the sea in Santorini... are almost all landscape photos. A life-length photo of a real-life person—like a snapshot taken at an airport, with severely blurred figures in the background, but the image of the man in the middle is clear and vivid: a clean young man wearing a simple shirt and trousers, with a low peaked cap faintly Showing a thin lower jaw, slightly tight lips, and a pair of talking eyes.
Shi Ying suddenly understood why Fang Xiaoya showed that expression just now—the person in the photo looks very similar to him, his brother, Shi Shi.
05.
"Here, your Coke."
Shi Ying stared at Shi Shi's photo for a long time without returning to his senses, until he was chilled by the coolness on his arm. He took the Coke can in a daze, and didn't drink it, but watched Cen Fei sit on the sofa directly opposite the photo in a skillful posture, staring deeply at the photo on the wall.
"This is the last time we met. I went to Tibet with my friend to shoot scenes, and he came to the airport to see me off." There was something flickering in Cen Fei's eyes, but there was no emotional ups and downs in his voice. I was trying to guess what that look in his eyes meant, and every time I guessed it, I didn't want to believe it... But this time, I couldn't escape after all."
"Did you see it? What did Xiao Guang want to say?" Cen Fei turned his gaze to Shi Ying's face and asked softly.
Shi Ying bit her lip, lowered her head, and said nothing.
"It's reluctance, it's parting. Xiaoguang already knew he couldn't survive, right?"
There was a long silence in the room. Cen Fei took off his glasses, closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, his chest rose and fell, and his voice