"No, not many people know that Yu Yan and I are in love. How did you know about it?"
Song Xuanhe said perfunctorily: "The expression on your face just now clearly shows that you two have a very close relationship, not to mention that you have a first love that has been separated and reunited many times, and it has been rumored everywhere, why I don't know."
"That's it..." Zhou Nan picked up some food with chopsticks, took a few mouthfuls, and suddenly turned to Song Xuanhe, "Do you think if I ask Yu Yan to get back together, will he agree?"
"meeting."
Song Xuanhe's answer was so decisive that Zhou Nan almost believed that Yu Yan would reunite with him as long as he opened his mouth. However, the heat in his head didn't last for a moment, and the light in his eyes slowly dimmed: "You don't even know me?" How does he know if he can promise me?"
"Yeah." Song Xuanhe was noncommittal and ate indifferently.
"I found that since you broke up with Xiao Yuanmu, you have become more and more like him." Zhou Nan looked at Song Xuanhe's calm profile, and said, "You've become less expressionless, and you've talked less and less. and also… "
"what else?"
Zhou Nan shook his head lightly, and said, "And I always feel—"
"Xuanhe." Xiao Sheng, who had just answered the phone and went out, came in and interrupted Zhou Nan, "Fengtong will come over later, he said he has something to ask you, do you want to meet him?"
Song Xuanhe thought for a while, then nodded and said, "I'll pick him up later."
Zhou Nan's words were interrupted by Xiao Shenglin, and the topic was left alone. After dinner, Song Xuanhe received a call from Feng Tong and went directly to the tea room to wait for him.
The door was knocked twice, Song Xuanhe said, and the waiter led Fengtong in.
Feng Tong took off his jacket, said with a faint smile: "This mountain is not bad, I just passed the snow field and almost couldn't resist playing for a while."
Song Xuanhe handed over the brewed tea, bent his eyes and said, "I can have fun after drinking the tea later, do you have any other arrangements for the afternoon?"
"Is it worth persuading you to become my partner?"
"Then you can go to the ski resort." Song Xuanhe smiled, and then said seriously: "I am very sorry, I have not considered joining any studio for the time being, and there are other reasons besides that I am still in the Song family. , I hope you can understand."
Feng Tong laughed, didn't answer his words, instead said: "Do you still remember Jiang Deyi who came on my birthday?"
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, signaling Fengtong to continue.
"He learned that I was going to open a studio, so he sent me an email, and attached a recommendation letter from his mentor, hoping to become one of the founders of my studio." Feng Tong saw that Song Xuanhe was not The look of even concern was not angry, and continued: "I don't have much resonance with his design, so I directly rejected it."
"However, later my mentor sent me an email, emphasizing Jiang Deyi's current value, and asked me to put down my request for a compromise for the potential value other than his design..."
"Although I'm not a person who likes to compromise, I'm quite cautious about knowing the current affairs, so I checked his background and found something unexpectedly." Feng Tong's expression became meaningful: "He recently An oil painting by me was photographed at a high price of 200,000 U.S. dollars. As a fashion design student who is not majoring in oil painting, and a novice painter, this price is very interesting, but what interests me more is the oil painting. people."
Facing Feng Tong's hinting expression, Song Xuanhe frowned indistinctly.
To be honest, he has no interest in the mysterious person who Feng Tong said took pictures of Jiang Deyi's oil painting, and most of the time he prefers to communicate straight to the point, especially for friends. The tone did not arouse his interest, but made him a little impatient.
Feng Tong noticed Song Xuanhe's expression, and said directly: "The one who took the picture of Jiang Deyi's oil painting is the president of RE Company, which has recently risen suddenly in the United States. He is of Chinese origin, his surname is Xiao and his name is Yuanmu."
Song Xuan and Tongren trembled slightly, but there was no change in their expressions, they said lightly, "And then?"
"Then, I heard that Mr. Xiao gave the painting taken by Jiang Deyi to the chairman of a company he recently acquired, and told him that since he doesn't know how to appreciate or how to run a company, then he Just buy back the company that can’t operate, and then send a painting that the chairman loves, and everyone gets what they want.”
Feng Tong raised his eyebrows: "These four words are the greatest insult to Jiang Deyi's artistic value."
Song Xuanhe pressed the corners of his mouth back slightly, and said casually, "What does that have to do with me?"
"Because Mr. Jiang Deyi is now entangled with Mr. Xiao of RE, he must let him see the value of his paintings. Therefore, RE offended Hayden Hoffman, the heir of the Hoffman family behind Jiang Deyi, and because of this, my work Either immediately find a suitable partner and push Jiang Deyi's self-recommendation with reasonable reasons, or they can only accept Jiang Deyi."
"I think that your joining can help me solve the crisis."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyes and asked in surprise, "Partner?"
Feng Tong raised her eyebrows: "Didn't I tell you? What I want to do is a joint studio. I want to try whether the two styles can develop independently but can go hand in hand. As a young man who is not yet thirty, I think I can still afford to lose, Mr. Song, are you willing to open up a new future with me?"
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips slightly, took a sip of hot tea, and only said when the fragrance of the tea overflowed and the aftertaste was sweet, "Give me two days, I will think about it."
"Of course." Feng Tong finished drinking the tea and joked, "I have to say, your tea making skills are really average."
Song Xuanhe stood up knowingly, and replied with a smile: "I hope your skiing skills will not be like my tea-making skills."
two days later.
Song Xuanhe and Fengtong met again and signed a detailed contract for the cooperation studio contract.
Feng Tong stretched out his hand: "It's a happy cooperation."
Song Xuanhe bent his eyes and held his hand: "It's a pleasant cooperation."
The preliminary preparations for Fengtong Studio have been very thorough. After the contract was signed, he took Song Xuanhe to his studio for a tour, and introduced him to several designers, including the last time Fengtong The person Tong met on his birthday.
"Meet again, Mr. Song, we will be partners from now on."
After saying hello, they went to the hotel that Fengtong had booked for dinner together, and got to know each other before the official establishment of the studio, so as to eliminate the strangeness between each other.
All of you present here are designers, so the topic of conversation is naturally related to design, but as we talked, I don’t know what happened, and it came up that Jiang Deyi’s oil painting was auctioned off at a high price, and he was publicly insulted a few days before he was happy matter.
Some people just thought it was funny to gossip, and some people thought that the person who bought the painting was a bit too much, "The president of RE is really too arrogant. Although Jiang Deyi did not graduate from oil painting, his works may not be able to fetch such a high price. , but the intention of an artist to hold a gallery or an auction is just to display his works, he doesn’t have to buy them if he doesn’t like them, why bother to raise the price and then say that, isn’t it insulting.”
"I don't think so." Someone retorted: "Jiang Deyi can't see how much he is, and he doesn't allow others to have freedom of speech? Besides, the president of RE didn't say this publicly with a loudspeaker or some program." , He said this in a very private place, and there was nothing unruly about buying gifts. He took the money with one hand and the goods with the other. Since the president of RE is the owner of the painting, how does he evaluate it? How to say it is his own freedom, how can it be called an insult."
"But the word got out and everyone knew about it. Now that Jiang Deyi is ridiculed by the oil painting circle and excluded by the design circle, don't you think that the cause of this incident, the president of RE, needs to take responsibility for it?"
"Why should he take responsibility?" The designer who spoke was puzzled: "Is it his responsibility to say something that has been spread by someone with a heart? Could it be that he can't even say what he thinks?"
Can't tell the person in front of him, the designer pursed his lips tightly, turned his head to look at Feng Tong, and said, "Brother Tong, what do you think?"
With the part of Fengtong's hand holding vegetables, he kicked the ball and said, "I'm eating, let Xuanhe talk about it."
The designer looked at Song Xuanhe, and Song Xuanhe glanced at Fengtong with a smirk, and said, "I don't have any ideas, what others do or say is their business, I don't know the cause and effect, so it's inconvenient to publish." view."
When he said this, the two designers who were arguing just now realized that it was not appropriate for them to argue on the occasion before them, so they stopped discussing this topic one after another. After drinking a glass of wine, they immediately turned to other topics.
A girl who had been silent in the corner suddenly raised her head and said, "Do you know Xiao Bocong from the Xiao family?"
Hearing this name, many people's eyes turned to her.
"What's up with him?"
However, some people were very puzzled: "I haven't heard of it, who is it?"
"The Xiao family, one of the eight great chaebols!" Another person turned his head and said: "There are rumors that Xiao Bocong is the sole heir of the Xiao family, but the news of the next generation of the Xiao family has always been well protected, and it is very vague, so we also I don't know if this is true, but Xiao Bocong is definitely from the Xiao family, and he is one of the few members of the Xiao family who have been exposed."
"The eight great chaebols?" The person who asked the question wowed, and asked, "I heard about the eight great chaebols when I was studying in country S. Some people said that one of them is based in country S, but I have never asked about them. , Caitlin, aren’t you from the same school as me, how do you know so much?”
The girl who spoke first, Kaitlyn, said: "You and I are college classmates, and Xiao Bocong is my high school classmate. He was only fourteen years old when he entered the third year of high school and skipped four grades, so he is very famous at our age. Some white children will bully people of other skin colors, but although Xiao Bocong is the youngest, no one dares to bully him, so we have always been interested in his rumors."
"Just now I heard from a high school classmate of mine that today is Xiao Bocong's coming-of-age ceremony, and sent me some photos, which can only be described as breathtaking, take a look."
Caitlin's cell phone was circulated one by one, and there were bursts of exclamations. When it was in Song Xuanhe's hand, he paused when he took it, and then his eyes fell on the photo.
The first photo is a very old and tall castle. Caitlin's words "amazing" are very appropriate, because this castle is really hard to describe. It must be said that it is not very similar to reality and the whole world. Buildings that will appear in the era.
The family conditions that can learn design and come to this stage are not bad, not to mention how many people here can be called the second and third generations, even if they count blood, they can still say a few words.
But this solemn castle in the photo is indeed very rare.
There is no shortage of castles in modern society, whether they can be visited or not, because of the development of the Internet, even if the scenes inside cannot be photographed, those who are willing to check the information can always see the appearance, but in Song Xuanhe's memory Here, even the public royal castles and manors, there is no castle that has the sense of history and strong sense of solemnity and elegance of the castle in the photo.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered Xiao Ranyun's repulsion when talking about the Xiao family's main family, and how he described it as oppressive. Then, he remembered that Xiao Yuanmu would live in this castle for the next ten to twenty years or even forty-five or sixteen years, and he couldn't help feeling a little dull.
Sour, similar to distressed emotions, very rarely flooded into Song Xuanhe's heart.
He subconsciously slid down, glanced at the next few photos, and then passed the phone to the next person.
After everyone looked at the photos, the person who asked the question at first said thoughtfully: "This castle is really old, maybe it's more than a few hundred years old, but I don't know why, I always feel that the mountain behind the manor It seems to have a little impression."
Someone laughed when they heard the words: "Can you still tell the difference between the mountains?"
"I really feel a little familiar. It's not how familiar the mountain is, but I am familiar with the distribution of vegetation on that mountain. You should know that my dad studies plants, so I am particularly sensitive to these. Once my classmates and I I got lost while skiing and walked for a long time. It seems that I got there. In order to find the way, I just observed the distribution of vegetation over there little by little. After I walked out, I was particularly impressed by the plants on that mountain. The two mountains may be The same, but basically there are no two vegetation distributions that are exactly the same... "
"All right, all right, it's so strange that the plants on the two mountains are the same. I think that as long as the terrain and climate are similar, the plants on the mountains will be the same."
"Really not, I am really familiar with that mountain, especially the power grid is installed in the middle of that mountain forest. At first glance, it might be the Xiao family..."
"Stop!" Someone made a stop gesture and interrupted him: "Then tell me where you saw this mountain?"
"Country S." He said, "I went skiing with my friends when I was a sophomore..."
"As we all know, the head of the Xiao family is in the country of America." The man said, "Although the location has not been confirmed, it is almost inseparable, so your guess is 80% wrong."
He hesitated for a moment, looked at the others, and after seeing them nodding, he touched his head in disappointment, and said, "I thought I stumbled into a big secret by accident."
"It's better to buy a lottery ticket for such a big secret to be broken by you."
Now that they were teasing and joking with each other, this topic passed away.
Song Xuanhe ate quietly, and didn't take what the person said seriously. These people can't be sure, but as a reader who has read the novel, he knows very clearly that the Xiao family's family is in the country of America, and that in the book Xiao Yuanmu has never been to Country S, so the guess of that person just now must be really just a guess.
The dinner party ended in chatting and gossip. Few people moved their chopsticks during the banquet, only Song Xuanhe savored it seriously from beginning to end.
When leaving, someone joked: "Just now I was talking and didn't eat a few more mouthfuls. Seeing that Mr. Song has not stopped chopsticks, I know that the chef here is very good. If I had known, I would have eaten a few more mouthfuls just now."
Feng Tong smiled: "If you like, I can order some dishes for you to take away."
"No, no, it's the same when you come to taste it at the next dinner."
Song Xuanhe hooked his lower lip, but did not speak.
After the dinner was over, everyone went home separately, Feng Tong and Song Xuanhe came together, the car also parked together, halfway there, Feng Tong said: "Sorry, just now Ke Zhu didn't pay attention to what he said."
If Song Xuanhe turned the one in his hand, the car unlocking alarm would sound at the same time, and he said: "It's okay, it's normal, and he won't say much when my work comes out in the future."
Feng Tong laughed and said: "I didn't expect you to be so confident, I thought I would comfort you."
Song Xuanhe opened the car door, got in and said, "Anyway, thank you for your comfort."
Feng Tong waved to him, and opened his own car door, Song Xuanhe closed the car door, and the world returned to silence.
He had already thought of the current result when he decided to cooperate with Fengtong, so he would not be angry because of other people's vague rejection and provocation, not to mention that today's incident is not a provocation, it is just the people who cooperate with him in the future. It's just a small temptation, he has already prepared, and he can naturally deal with this situation calmly.
It's just that, for some reason, he always feels a little tired, and wants to enter a quiet and deserted place as soon as possible, and be alone.
Song Xuanhe reversed the car out of the garage, glanced across the bustling street like daytime, and then retracted it without a pause, concentrating on driving.
There was no music playing here, there was only silence, but Song Xuanhe felt a little bit relaxed, and the corners of his mouth that were originally slightly pursed also slightly curled up.
However, the corners of his mouth that were raised just now returned to straight at the moment the music played. Song Xuanhe was too lazy to wear a Bluetooth headset, let alone answer a call from an unfamiliar number, so he ignored it.
But the caller was not willing to let go. The music had just weakened and disappeared for less than a second, and then came back again. The noise came one after another. Put on the headset and answer the phone.
Feeling uneasy, his voice was cold: "Who?"
"In a bad mood?" The voice from the earphones was clear, but it was even more deep and magnetic because it was transmitted through the media.
Song Xuanhe paused for a moment when he turned the steering wheel, and frowned when he saw the car passing by him, and turned into the main road. Before he could speak, he heard another voice: "I'm not in a good mood either. .”
"why?"
Without thinking about it, these three words blurted out, making Song Xuan and himself startled for a moment.
However, after being dazed for a while, he gathered his attention to pay attention to Xiao Yuanmu's voice on the other side of the earphone, and really wanted to know why he was unhappy.
When Xiao Yuanmu was with him, he seldom had strong mood swings. The most intense time he had ever seen was the time when Xiao Yuanmu had stomach cramps. Aroused by excitement, but even so, Xiao Yuanmu never mentioned a word about whether he was in a good mood, and Song Xuanhe was really curious when he suddenly heard him say that.
"Because of many things."
Across the earphones and the Pacific Ocean, Xiao Yuanmu seemed to relax a lot when expressing his emotions. His clear voice was slightly deep, coming through the earphones, Song Xuanhe seemed to be able to feel his gloomy mood.
After Xiao Yuanmu said these five words, he stopped talking, and the sound of shallow breathing came. Song Xuanhe drove the car, and his mood, which was a little irritable because of the ringing of the phone, calmed down.
I don't know how long it took before Xiao Yuanmu said again: "Why don't you contact me once?"
The corners of Song Xuanhe's mouth curled up a little, and there was a shallow silkworm under his drooping eyes: "Because I don't contact you, so I'm in a bad mood?"
"It accounts for 50% of the weight." Xiao Yuanmu thought for a while, and said lightly: "I bought a painting a few days ago, but I gave it away because it was too ugly."
The arc of Song Xuanhe's mouth deepened, and he hummed lightly, not responding to this topic, and motioned him to continue.
"do you miss me?"
Song Xuanhe almost slammed on the brakes, and managed to stabilize himself, and said angrily, "I don't want to."
Xiao Yuanmu's voice was deep, and he reminded: "We haven't broken up."
"Everyone sticks to their own words." Song Xuanhe said with a smile on his face, "Since we can't see each other, let's think about it in the way we each think."
"Will you be with anyone else besides me?"
"Who knows?"
Xiao Yuanmu chuckled, his voice was low and determined: "You won't."
Song Xuan and raised eyebrows, but did not deny it.
Without hearing Song Xuanhe's rebuttal, Xiao Yuanmu was in a better mood than before, and said, "I had a seven-hour meeting today to discuss the supply of new energy, and three companies secretly pressured them to monopolize acquisitions..."
Probably because he didn't know what to say, Xiao Yuanmu calmly talked about what he had done during this period of time, and said the most things he had said since he and Song Xuanhe met.
Song Xuan and Rare didn't show any impatience, and listened quietly. The car had already driven to the parking lot under the apartment building and didn't go out. Instead, they sat in the car and listened to him.
Xiao Yuanmu didn't talk much in the first place, and there were only a few things to do at work. Even if this was the time he talked the most, it only lasted five minutes.
At the end, Xiao Yuanmu asked Song Xuanhe: "Are you in a better mood?"
Song Xuanhe asked back, "What about you?"
The only answer to him was a light breath, Song Xuanhe leaned back in the chair, put one hand on his forehead, and pursed his lips and said, "Me too."