The Bird and the Golden Cage

Chapter 17

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Full of words.

Whether it can be done or not, Yan Zhen has no idea in his heart.

It can only be said that it is a beautiful vision.

I thought it was possible.

After all, he has always been known for his calm and self-planning.

This time—as expected—should be calm as always, follow the plan, slowly infiltrate Su Jinxin's life, and remove the influence of the "boyfriend" little by little.

However, it doesn't actually work.

Watching Su Jinxin's back shrink a little at the airport, and finally disappeared around the corner, Yan Zhen realized that his position was already in chaos.

The so-called "from frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult". Everything in the world is like that.

He had never lived with Su Jinxin for such a long time before.

-Over three days of getting along with each other is almost always going on a trip together. After all, the feeling of traveling is different from everyday life.

I just quietly imagined it myself, and thought it would be good to have such a person at home.

Just tried it and found out that it is far better than expected. Every detail of life has become more vivid because of this person. The sunlight that opens my eyes in the morning is no longer sharp and dazzling, and every breath is sweet.

God knows how hard he tried to hold back when he was at the airport and didn't do anything irreparable.

He was grateful and proud of his self-control.

Although the point is subtly... sorry.

After all, if Su Jinxin was left behind...

Stop, stop, don't think about that.

Yan Zhen frowned. There are huge gaps between him and Su Jinxin—almost all of them are insurmountable gaps, and it is not something that can be smoothed out if he squat down a little or Su Jinxin stands on tiptoe. In fact, if it weren't for this twisted contractual relationship, the two would never even be able to pass each other on the street in their entire lives. The only possible connection is that one day Su Jinxin might see him on TV.

With just one word from him, he can change the fate of hundreds of ordinary people like Su Jinxin. Not to mention that even among ordinary people, Su Jinxin is lonely, especially one who has no risk tolerance.

He has seen a lot of this kind of thing: friends, because of a whim, forced people to be around, and they didn't want to play anymore. He remembered the empty eyes of the abandoned child and the bloody scenes of suicide.

Even if they couldn't be together, he didn't want Su Jinxin to become like that.

After all, Su Jinxin was more sensitive and easily injured than others.

In Su Jinxin's eyes, trivial matters that are insignificant in the eyes of others can easily be magnified infinitely, easily ecstatic, or they may somehow endure on the fire, toss and turn, and sleepless all night - sending Su Jinxin to school that day, just Then he said "fat", and when I looked back several times, I saw him sneaking in the bathroom, pinching his stomach in front of the mirror, posing in various poses, looking left and right, and didn't eat much.

Su Jinxin's careful and docile appearance is very cute. Yan Zhen really liked it, and felt comfortable and caring. But now, he wants Su Jinxin more comfortable, free and happy.

So those dark thoughts, it is best not to even think about them.

That being said, thinking is out of control.

For several days in a row, outside of work, Yan Zhen was a little confused. Su Jinxin's thoughts were over and over in his mind, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

After drinking coffee, I inexplicably started to look through the photos of Su Jinxin on my phone—in fact, there were only two of them. They were taken secretly by Su Jinxin at home this time. It doesn't matter if he loses it and is picked up and stabbed by the paparazzi, Su Jinxin will be ruined in his life.

If you see young, small boys on the road with similar clothing styles, they will stop and take a look.

God walked many times a day.

So much so that the assistant asked him if he was too tired from the previous merger and acquisition and needed a short vacation.

A few friends knew that it was time for him to "let go", and they all asked him to go out to join the game. It was fun to drink and fart together, but everyone had one in their arms, but he was alone and the scene was not good, so they must come together. A companion, he is not willing to deal with people. Before going home, I had to change my coat first - the smell of people on the court was very strong, and Su Jinxin could easily detect it. When I got home, I remembered: Su Jinxin is not there, no one cares where he came back from.

…and he has been living in the villa for several days. As usual, when he goes to work, he should live in the apartment next to the company.

It's all messed up.

Ye Hongxuan was looking for him: he has sponsored a solo art exhibition, the most talented emerging artists, the most central venue, the most impactful sculpture works, and the exhibition is still being set up. Would you like to come and try it

- Ye Hongxuan is the most dandy among all Yan Zhen's friends. No amount of money, but the most poisonous vision. It must be good to be praised by him like this.

For Su Jinxin's sake, Yan Zhen also gradually learned some art and made investments in this area. There are good exhibitions, as long as you are not too busy, you will always go to improve your horizons.

So say good.

It really lives up to its reputation.

Although the exhibition has not been completed yet, and the lighting and atmosphere are not right, even under such chaotic construction lights, one can feel the pain from the deep source of life and the vitality that bursts out of it. Yan Zhen moved forward slowly, listening to Ye Hongxuan's introduction in his ear:

This is just the fourth year of graduation, and it has already set off a frenzy in foreign countries. If it continues to develop like this, it will be unlimited. If you want to start now, you may have no market in the future... The experience is also legendary. It is said that there is a mysterious patron behind him...

Yan Zhen listened for the time being, thinking that in the future, he will also help Su Jinxin to organize exhibitions. Suddenly, he stopped in front of an exhibition room separated from the main hall: "This is?"

"Oh," Ye Hongxuan glanced at it, "This is an independent series, so there is a separate exhibition hall..."

It was a series of human sculptures.

Only the torso part.

The composite material is the most classic marble.

A total of seven groups.

The last one seems to be unfinished, covered with half a piece of cloth.

All are extreme poses that are almost impossible to accomplish. You can feel the despair and struggle revealed by that limb without getting close.

A shadow crept over Yan Zhen's brows.

He walked quickly to the closest sculpture, and took a closer look. Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in his ear. Ye Hongxuan could not hear any introductions such as "combination of traditional materials and modern expressions", and the blood went straight to the top of his head. Chong, the temples jumped, and the eyes were blood red:

This body, just a few days ago, had been sleeping in his arms—it was stretched and comfortable, far less contorted than this.

Now Yan Zhen knows whose exhibition this is.

It wasn't until Ye Hongxuan noticed something was wrong, shook his hand in front of him, and called "Azhen" a few times before Yan Zhen pulled away from the turbulent emotions: "Don't open this exhibition hall."

"What?" Ye Hongxuan didn't understand.

"I want all of this series." Yan Zhen said, adding a moment later, "If there are new works in the future, they will be delivered directly to my house."

"Azhen, you..."

"What? I'm afraid I can't afford it?"

"Of course not, just..."

Before they could finish speaking, they suddenly heard a loud slam on the door: "You have disappointed me so much!"

"Ah, artist," Ye Hongxuan explained to Yan Zhen, "emotional comparison..." made a huge up-and-down gesture.

Before Yan Zhen could answer, a soft voice floated over: "Alei, no, I really can't do it."

Yan Zhen was like a whip in the head.

The red that had just faded out of sight jumped up again.