Meng Ziheng's ears reddened after being teased, and he also felt that he had made a fuss just now. Not only was it not ancient times, there were not so many red tapes, but they were both boys, and bathing shirtless together was now a common thing.
His own reaction was that there was no more than three hundred taels of silver in this place.
Touching his nose in embarrassment, Meng Ziheng glanced at Song Ye's hand holding the pen. Meng Ziheng suddenly asked: "Have you ever studied calligraphy?" You can see the clues from his posture.
"Yes, I know a little bit." Song Ye nodded. In his previous life, he had dabbled in all walks of life, especially in handwriting. However, he was too utilitarian and could not compare with people like Meng Ziheng.
But Meng Ziheng felt that she was being modest, "You introduced yourself to the class before, and I saw your blackboard writing, which was very artistic. If you can, I would like to ask you to write a few words for me on this painting. It can be regarded as something we did together.”
Song Ye saw his eyes gleaming when he mentioned this, and he smiled unconsciously. He turned around and used another brush dipped in ink to write five words in the upper left corner, "Picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix."
The font is delicate and elegant, but the end of the stroke shows a hint of madness, just like Song Ye, who looks as cold as the moon, but is actually mad inside.
"Good calligraphy. This painting of birds facing the phoenix is perfect with your touch." Meng Ziheng praised repeatedly with satisfaction. He never thought that his roommate had such ability and talent. He almost missed it because of his poor eyesight before. A like-minded friend.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the other person. The young man's face was rare and exquisite, his profile was impeccable, his skin was delicate and fair, his nose was straight, Yun Danfeng had a slight smile on his lips, and Those bottomless, cold eyes.
Others said that he was good-looking and a handsome young man, but looking at the young man in front of him, Meng Ziheng wanted to tell those people that this was called unparalleled elegance.
It has to be said that the artistic conception and calligraphy displayed by Song Ye made Meng Ziheng's favorability skyrocket, approaching an all-time high.
In the next few nights, every time he painted or practiced calligraphy, he would ask Song Ye for comments and appreciation, which really consumed a lot of Song Ye's artistic talents.
I have a roommate who is crazy about art, which makes me feel tired just thinking about it.
The first week of school passed in a hurry, and Song Ye didn't receive another call from Qin Zhan. He thought that he would not give up so easily after he suffered a setback this time.
Her eldest brother seems to have a detached sense of justice, but in fact some of her methods are much more sinister and insidious than hers. Claire and the Han family may not be able to get any advantage this time.
She originally thought of committing crimes against the odds and taking advantage of the Han family's misfortune, but she never thought that the eldest lady of the Han family would cause much more trouble than that.
During Shi Yigao's first weekend off, Song Ye didn't go to the company to handle matters, nor did he go out with Wang Tiechuan to celebrate his entrance into higher education.
Early in the morning, Meng Ziheng called and asked for the address of Song Ye's home. He spontaneously drove over to pick him up before the latter refused.
Downstairs, Song Ye, who was the last one to come out, looked at the four sports cars in silence. The young men in Shishi seemed to be particularly fond of sports cars.
"Why are you bothering? You're like a woman. You have to be picked up when you go out. It's so troublesome." Le Mingyu had a stinky face. The boss looked unwilling, but when he spoke, he looked at Song Ye's residence with curiosity. He found out that it was only at an average level, and immediately curled his lips, still doubting Song Ye's clinging.
"Okay, you can't stop saying a few words. It's rare for everyone to come out to play together. Song Ye, get in the car and ignore him." Fang Ye stuck his head out of another car to greet him.
Song Ye nodded, turned around and got into his car so fast that Meng Ziheng didn't even have a chance to speak.
The latter looked at his empty passenger seat, looked a little unhappy, stepped on the accelerator and sped out. After a while, no one was seen.
"Hey, Zi Heng, why are you driving so fast? Wait for me." Gu Yitong came in second, fearing that he would be left behind, so he hurriedly caught up.
The two girls were in the back seat of the car, amused by their frivolous personalities, and were still giggling from a distance.
The sun is still good and the weather is clear. In this early autumn season, the seven-member team gathers for the first time to play, and the location is set at the Sega Tower.
It had been half a year since Song Ye came last time. People were coming and going at the entrance of Sega Building, and there was still not much passenger flow in broad daylight.
"Second Young Master, you are here. Please come upstairs. Is it the same as usual today?" When the waiter saw Le Mingyu coming, he immediately greeted him with a smile. Everyone knows that the boss loves his younger brother, and he always lets him whine every time he comes. Drink.
Le Mingyu's face glowed as he was held up, he raised his head and said proudly: "The third floor, the shooting range."
"This..." The waiter's originally smiling face suddenly froze, and his expression became embarrassed, "Second Young Master, the boss on the third floor has ordered us not to enter today. You see, how about..."
"Why aren't you allowed in? We're just going up to have fun. We came here specifically. Okay, okay. At most, we won't take up any space when we go up. Let's stop talking nonsense." Le Mingyu interrupted the waiter, looking a little confused. Originally, He was determined to hurt Song Ye's face today. If he couldn't even get upstairs, he would be the one who was embarrassed.
So, regardless of the waiter's obstruction, Le Mingyu got on the elevator with a tough attitude.
Song Ye stood aside and said nothing, even if Le Mingyu acted rudely, he did not show his emotions.
Because, today she was going to use Le Mingyu's strong wind to blow open the door of the Sega Building.
With a ding sound, the elevator door opened on the third floor. A group of seven people, led by Le Mingyu, strode into the venue. Looking up, they immediately saw a dozen men in suits and ties in the shooting range, holding guns in their hands. Hearing the movement, they all looked over here, with expressionless faces exuding a strong evil aura.
With just one glance, Le Mingyu stopped and frowned slightly.
"Second Young Master, why are you here? The boss is on the top floor." The manager strode over and stood in front of Le Mingyu. Although his attitude was respectful, he made it clear that he didn't want others to pass by.
"Are they my brother's guests?" Le Mingyu didn't move, looking at those people without any trace.
"Yes, there is a game here today, and they are all the boss's guests." The manager lowered his voice and explained.
"Why don't you look like a serious person? Brother, don't let people fool you. Keep an eye on them and don't let them mess around here." Le Mingyu turned to the group of people with some disgust.
I don't know if Le Mingyu spoke too loudly or if the other party's hearing was too good. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw one of the big men in black over there turning the muzzle of his gun and pointing it this way.