The weather in May has gradually started to get drier, and the clothes we wear are getting thinner. We only wear a single piece of clothing when going out, without adding a cumbersome coat.
Qin Mingyuan came out of the bathroom after washing up, took off his pajamas, revealing his muscular and strong body, and chose clothes in the cloakroom.
Looking at the rows of clothes, most of them were formal wear and some were haute couture dresses. There was essentially no difference. He finally picked out a silk black shirt and casual trousers to put on.
I left the room and went into the kitchen. The porridge in the rice cooker was ready. I scooped a bowl of it, fried two eggs, and had a simple breakfast.
Just after washing the bowl and spoon, the phone on the dining table rang. Someone sent a WeChat message. Qin Mingyuan wiped his hands and walked over to open it.
[Mimosa: See you at the entrance of the venue at ten o'clock. The ticket is with me. Let's go in together.]
After reading it, he replied with a "good" and sent it over.
A few days ago, when Yun Pei told him the specific date of the exhibition, the two added each other on WeChat and informed him that the tickets had been booked.
President Qin, who had an astonishing net worth, was quite new at the time. It was the first time he was treated to a meal by his younger brother, who was a few years younger than him.
The phone lit up again, and the interface that opened had only a single word "hmm". It looked very cool, and there was a contrast between it and the note I had made.
I glanced at the time on my phone and it was almost half past nine. It should be just the right time to get there now.
Before quitting WeChat, he received a message from Zhou Yang asking about his work, and he responded quickly.
I still remember that yesterday when he said he would take a half-day break today, the other party showed a very subtle expression, and finally asked him hesitantly if he was going to visit Yun Yuexian on set. He glanced at her expressionlessly and shut up.
It’s no wonder that the other party would think so. After all, both he and his original self were workaholics and had little time to rest. The only exceptions that his original self made were all because of Yun Yuexian. On the surface, the few times that he made exceptions after coming here also seemed to be because of him.
I put away my phone, went back to my room, picked out a watch, put it on, picked up my car keys and went out.
The elevator must have just been cleaned by the cleaning staff, as there was a faint smell of air freshener. The walls of the elevator were wiped very clean, and people's shadows were clearly reflected.
Qin Mingyuan subconsciously cast his gaze upon it, meeting his own slightly sharp eyebrows and eyes, and sighed in his heart that the original owner really looked a lot like him, except that the original owner had an extra mole at the left corner of his eye.
The elevator reached the basement level with a ding. He retracted his gaze, walked out holding the car keys, and wondered if this had anything to do with why he was inexplicably dragged here.
He got in the car, feeling a little more indifferent than at the beginning. It was quite fun to stay here anyway, and whether he could go back depended on fate.
The weather today is very good. The sun is shining brightly in the morning. As soon as I come out of the underground garage, I am enveloped by golden light.
Taking a day off from his busy work and making an appointment to go to an art exhibition, not for socializing or inspecting a project, was a new feeling for him.
Even during his relatively free college years, he spent most of his time learning more about finance, and in his final year he even began to take care of company affairs.
Now that he has moved into a different world, maybe he really doesn't need to push himself too hard anymore. It's nice to relax once in a while.
The journey was smooth and they arrived at the exhibition at exactly 9:55. After parking the car in the parking lot, Qin Mingyuan took out his cell phone to ask where Yun Pei was.
As if it was agreed upon, before he could turn on the phone screen, a WeChat message popped up. It seemed to be a picture. As soon as he clicked on it, another one popped up.
[Mimosa: [picture].jpg]
[Mimosa: I am at this position. Has President Qin arrived yet? ]
Qin Mingyuan opened the picture and took a look. He felt that it should have been taken near the exhibition entrance. He replied immediately, put away his phone and walked over there.
This exhibition was much larger than the previous one he had seen. Two floors of the art gallery were exhibition areas, and most of the paintings on display were works by well-known painters.
So there were a lot of people coming to see the exhibition, and there was a crowd of people coming and going at the entrance, most of them queuing to enter.
Qin Mingyuan relied on his height to look around for people. His superior face and temperament were very eye-catching. Many girls were secretly looking at him, then gathered together and whispered something with red cheeks.
He didn't care, his eyes fixed on a corner on the right side of the door where there were the least people.
The young man sitting in the wheelchair was there alone, out of tune with the hustle and bustle around him. He lowered his head slightly and seemed to glance at his mobile phone. When he looked up again, he just happened to see him and met his gaze.
Yun Pei looked at the man who was extremely conspicuous even in the crowd. He avoided the flow of people and walked straight towards him. His steps were big, making his legs look very long.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Qin Mingyuan stopped, bent down slightly, looked into his eyes and spoke.
Yun Pei, who was still a little unresponsive, shook his head subconsciously. The main reason was that the man he had met several times was always in a suit and was dressed very neatly. It was the first time he was dressed like this, and he was a little uncomfortable.
His hair seemed to be unkempt; it was very fluffy and hung on his forehead, covering a little of his eyebrows. He looked less sharp and less aggressive than usual.
The black shirt was made of fine material, with a drape that fitted his body shape, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His tie was not fastened, but two buttons were undone, revealing his collarbone. When he leaned over, one could vaguely see some smooth muscle lines on his chest.
His hair seemed to have been cut recently, with clear layers and some loose hair around his neck neatly trimmed. His neck was slender and white, like a college student who has not yet graduated.
The relationship between the two of them was not very close to begin with, and they hadn't seen each other for almost a month. It was fine when they were chatting over the phone, but Yun Pei felt a little awkward when they were face to face.
Qin Mingyuan didn't seem to have this problem. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was already past ten o'clock. "Let's go in."
Yun Pei nodded in agreement, took out two tickets for the art exhibition from the compartment on the side of the wheelchair and handed them over, so that it would be more convenient for the other party to hold them when the tickets were checked.
Qin Mingyuan took it, saw him operating the wheelchair and walked beside him.
The line looked long, but it actually moved very quickly. After entering, due to the large area of the venue, the crowd dispersed and it seemed that there were not so many people.
In addition, people will subconsciously keep quiet in such a space, and the atmosphere will suddenly become different.
Since they had plenty of time, they simply started from the exhibition area near the entrance. Generally, the artists of works in this area are not very famous, and the works are relatively less valuable.
Both of them were very quiet, their eyes fixed on the painting in front of them. It was a portrait, half abstract and half realistic. The facial features of the person were distorted, but the body was very regular, giving people a strange feeling of fragmentation.
Qin Mingyuan actually doesn't know much about painting. He always looks at paintings based on his eyes and intuition.
But this time there was someone who understood. He turned his head and saw that he was looking at her very attentively. Then he glanced at her again and said, "Do you like it?"
Yun Pei shook his head and pointed to the character's neck. "The brushstrokes there are not smooth and not well handled."
Qin Mingyuan paused, and looked in the direction where his finger pointed, but couldn't see anything. He turned his head, and this time the young man was looking at him. Their eyes met, and he nodded in agreement, "It's indeed not good."
Anyway, he doesn't understand it. He can draw and what he says is right.
They walked away to work on their next piece of work. Qin Mingyuan remembered something and said, "Come to think of it, there doesn't seem to be any portraits in the video you posted. Don't you like painting?"
Yun Pei's expression seemed to be in a trance for a moment. He lowered his eyelashes and shook his head slightly, "Not good at it."
Seeing his expression, Qin Mingyuan tactfully did not ask any more questions, and the two of them continued to look at other paintings quietly.
There would be many people admiring some paintings. This time they stopped in front of a realistic landscape painting where there were two girls taking pictures with their mobile phones. From their conversation, they should be students majoring in fine arts.
"Alas, I always feel that the works here are not as inspiring as those by Siyu." "I feel the same way. He hasn't updated for almost two weeks. It's lonely."
Hearing the familiar name, Qin Mingyuan subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at the person in the wheelchair. He didn't seem to react, as if he didn't hear it, but if you look closely, you will find that his earlobe is a little pink.
He raised his eyes to look at the two girls again. They were still discussing in a low voice that Siyu's update schedule was too casual, completely depending on her mood, and she rarely did live broadcasts. The last time she did a live broadcast seemed to be half a year ago.
Qin Mingyuan raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Are you also fans of Siyu?"
Yun Pei raised his head and looked at him, not knowing what this man wanted to do.
Suddenly, they heard a deep male voice, which startled the two girls. They turned around and saw a handsome guy with a cool temperament. Their faces turned red, and one of them replied with a stutter, "Yes, yes."
"Me too." Qin Mingyuan's expression did not change when he said this, as calm as if he was not next to him. "His work is indeed excellent."
"Ah, really?" The girls were a little excited to suddenly meet a fellow enthusiast, a mature and handsome guy. They subconsciously raised their voices, then looked around embarrassedly, and only felt relieved when they saw that they did not disturb others, "Hello."
"Hello." Qin Mingyuan nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly he felt a pulling on his right arm hanging by his side. He looked down and saw that someone was pulling his sleeve, and the tip of the other person's ear was already red.
The mimosa has folded up its leaves again.
When he lowered his head, the two girls followed and saw that there was a person sitting in a wheelchair next to him. It might be because of his poor health. He looked very thin, with a very fair complexion and handsome facial features, but he seemed a little socially anxious. He lowered his head slightly and grabbed the man's sleeve tightly, his knuckles were thin and white.
Maybe it was because of his legs. Generally, people with physical defects would have a bit of inferiority complex. They felt a little sorry for him and politely stopped staring at him, fearing that he would feel uncomfortable.
It wasn't because of social phobia, but because the embarrassed Yun Pei wanted to just drag the person away, but they weren't close enough to do such an offensive thing, and after the reminder, even the hand that was pulling his sleeve loosened.
Don’t be too careful about really making people angry. Qin Mingyuan put away his sudden bad taste with regret and said goodbye to the two girls calmly. When he left, he could still hear them whispering behind him.
"Although that handsome guy looks a little cold, he is quite nice to his brother."
"Yes, but I didn't expect that our Siyu has such a high-quality fan. Oh, he is really too good. He..."
The rest of the words could not be heard clearly as he walked away, but they must have been words of praise. Qin Mingyuan's eyes dropped, the red on the tip of a mimosa's ear had spread to his neck, and a hint of smile appeared in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)