It was another irritating rainy day. During a break in work, Qin Mingyuan turned his head and looked out the window. It was not yet five o'clock, but the gloomy weather made it as dark as night outside.
The unobstructed view from the top floor was now gray and hazy. My eyes, which were a little tired from reading documents for a long time, did not get any relief. I retracted my gaze and raised my hand to pinch the bridge of my nose.
With a "ding" sound, the phone on the table issued a notification sound. I picked it up, leaned back in my chair and clicked it.
The video software he downloaded earlier prompted that "Si Yu" had released new works, and he raised his eyebrows.
After returning from City C, he immersed himself in work again. He had long forgotten about the painter who had aroused his curiosity and never opened the software again.
This update came just in time, as he was planning to take a break. Since he couldn't enjoy the beautiful scenery, perhaps looking at the paintings could help refresh his eyes.
Qin Mingyuan put the phone back on the table, operated a few times on the computer, found the video and opened it, then took a sip of the coffee, his brows slightly frowned, and he felt a little cold.
Soft music started playing, he put his coffee back, propped his chin on his hand, and looked at the screen.
The composition of each of Siyu's videos is very consistent. The easel is placed next to the window where sunlight can shine in. He seems to prefer warm golden light and always chooses such good weather.
There was nothing on the plain white drawing paper. The picture, like a photo, was frozen for several seconds before a pair of hands holding a paintbrush entered the frame.
The charcoal fell on the paper and he casually sketched out the general shape of the composition. He drew very quickly and almost did not need to position or modify it.
The progress bar only moved forward for a few minutes before the overall composition came into being. It was a forest. The hands left the picture again, and when they reappeared, they were holding a paintbrush and a palette.
The coloring process was much more precise, the movements were slower, and no longer so wild and free-flowing.
He was probably painting a maple forest. The warm orange color that fell covered the leaves and used color to outline the finer details.
Qin Mingyuan's restless mood due to the rainy day calmed down after watching the video. It was like every time he went to an art exhibition. It was an atmosphere that was hard to describe but made him feel comfortable.
Siyu is indeed an interesting person. The work I saw at the exhibition was clearly filled with gloomy emotions and strong aggressiveness, but now I can't see that at all.
It's not just a technical advancement, the entire style of painting seems to be covered with a layer of light, making people feel healed just by looking at it.
He must be a man with a story. Qin Mingyuan tapped the hand on his leg slightly, and his curiosity about this person increased a little.
With an inquiring mind, his eyes fell from the canvas to the hands in motion, whose fingers were so slender that they were not much thicker than the brush in his hand.
Qin Mingyuan still felt that these hands were inexplicably familiar. This was definitely not an illusion. He believed in his memory, but perhaps he just glanced at them when he saw them, so he didn't remember them very clearly.
Where had he seen it before? He rubbed his chin with his fingertips and narrowed his eyes in thought.
The rain was still falling outside, and water droplets hit the glass. He stared at the hands in the video, and something suddenly seemed to flash through his mind.
"Knock knock knock."
The knock on the door came at an inopportune time. Qin Mingyuan, whose thoughts were interrupted, frowned, reached out to stop the video, and asked someone to come in.
When Zhou Yang walked in, he felt the unfriendly aura of his boss. He paused and thought quickly that he should not have offended the other party today, and then he walked over with confidence.
"Boss Qin, documents."
Several new folders were placed on the desk. Qin Mingyuan hummed in response, then looked up at the person who had not left yet, asking with his eyes if he had anything else to say.
Qin Mingyuan, who had no idea who it was, raised his eyebrows inquiringly.
"The company has cooperated with you several times, that one... ahem..." Zhou Yang cleared his throat, "I want to introduce my daughter to your President Zheng."
Did the original body have such an inexplicable peach blossom? Qin Mingyuan sneered in his heart, but considering his status and age, it was not surprising. He had encountered this before. He looked down at the document without caring, and said, "Reject it."
Zhou Yang hesitated for a moment, but still boldly added, "Mr. Zheng said he actually has a son."
Qin Mingyuan raised his eyes and stared at his bold assistant. When the other party shrank back half a step, he said: "Tell him that I am not interested in either son or daughter."
Zhou Yang pursed his lips and nodded repeatedly, then turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait." Qin Mingyuan stopped the man and waited for him to look over. He said, "I asked you to keep an eye on the crew's situation before. How is it going now? Has the stand-in they contacted agreed?"
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot to tell you." It's not that Zhou Yang failed to do his job, but the boss had no interest in these film and television investments before, and the relevant projects were handed over to the subordinates to handle. He was a little uncomfortable with the sudden interest. "It seems that he has agreed. If there are no accidents, he should be able to join the crew the day after tomorrow."
Zhou Yang didn't think much about the boss's attention to him. He just thought that he was worried about whether the movie could go smoothly and whether it would affect Young Master Yun.
In fact, if it were any other director, they would not delay the filming because of a small hand stand-in, but Director Li was a stickler. He would get the one he liked no matter how difficult it was. Qin Mingyuan was a little surprised that the other party really agreed. He thought he really would not give in to money. It seemed that he just didn't give enough. His interest suddenly faded.
Seeing his boss suddenly fall silent, Zhou Yang stood there and didn't dare to move. "Boss Qin, do you have any other questions?"
Qin Mingyuan tapped his fingers, turned his head and looked at the frozen computer screen, and said, "I'll adjust my work schedule the day after tomorrow and go to City C again."
No matter what, he still had to satisfy his curiosity, he also wanted to know if he had really seen him.
Go again? Zhou Yang blinked. He had been cold to Young Master Yun for a while before. He thought his boss had come to his senses. Why did he start to care about him again? However, as a small assistant, he couldn't interfere in the boss's affairs. "Okay, I understand."
"Go ahead." Qin Mingyuan raised his chin and asked him to leave. Before he left, he said, "Pour me another cup of coffee and bring it in."
When the door was gently closed, he looked at the screen again, slid the mouse to exit the interface, and took the file that had just been delivered.
As Zhou Yang left the office, other assistants came over to gossip and asked, "How is it going? Will the president go to the dinner tonight?"
"No." Zhou Yang looked at him speechlessly, "Don't focus on the boss's personal affairs every day. Go and coordinate the schedule and leave the day after tomorrow free. Boss Qin needs to go to City C."
"Going to City C again?" The assistant showed a meaningful expression and raised his hand to touch his chin. "I thought the president had lost interest in the young master of the Yun family during this period, but now it seems that he still likes him very much and visits him every few days."
Who says it isn't true? Zhou Yang sighed in his heart. He actually felt sorry for his boss. With his conditions, he could get anyone he wanted, but he had to hang himself on this tree.
He went back to visit the set, and saw that the other party and the movie emperor were still being ambiguous. He thought the boss would wake up by now, but he didn't expect that he hadn't given up completely.
However, the president is indeed not as concerned as before. Perhaps he still needs some time to let it go slowly.
Zhou Yang shook his head, put away his thoughts, and decided to finish his work quickly. He shouldn't try to guess what the president was thinking.
(End of this chapter)