Chapter 83

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"no, few people know that I fell in love with Yu Yan. Where did you know that?"

Song Xuanhe said perfunctorily, "your expression just now shows that you have a lot of relationships. Besides, the fact that you have a first love that has been on and off for many times has been spread everywhere. I don't know."

"So..." Zhou Nan took a few mouthfuls and suddenly turned his head to ask song Xuanhe, "do you think if I ask Yu Yan to get back together, will he agree?"

"Yes."

Song Xuanhe's resolute answer makes Zhou Nan almost believe that as long as he opens his mouth, Yu Yan will get back together with him. However, the brain fever is only a flash, and the light in his eyes slowly darkens: "you don't know him, how can you know if he can promise me?"

"Well." Song Xuanhe was noncommittal and ate with indifference.

"I found that since you broke up with Xiao yuanmu, you are more and more like him." Zhou Nan looked at Song Xuan and his calm side face and said: "more and more expressionless, less and less talking, and..."

"What else?"

Zhou Nan gently shook his head and said, "and I always feel -"

"Xuanhe." Just after receiving a phone call, Xiao Sheng, who went out, came in and interrupted Zhou Nan's words, "Fengtong will come over later. He said he has something to look for you. Do you want to see him?"

Song Xuanhe thought about it and nodded, "I'll pick him up later."

Zhou Nan's words are interrupted by Xiao Shenglin, and the topic is over. After dinner, song Xuanhe receives a call from Feng Tong and goes directly to the teahouse to wait for him.

When the door is knocked twice, song Xuanhe says he's going in. The waiter leads Feng Tong in.

Feng Tong took off his coat and said with a faint smile, "this mountain is good. I just passed through the snow field and almost couldn't help playing for a while."

Song Xuanhe handed over the tea and said, "you can have fun after drinking tea. Do you have any other arrangements in the afternoon?"

"Does it count to persuade you to be my partner?"

"That's a good way to go skiing." Song Xuanhe laughed, and then said, "I'm very sorry that I haven't considered joining any studio for the time being. There are other reasons besides that I'm still in Song family. I hope you can understand."

Feng Tong laughed. Instead of answering his words, he said, "do you remember Jiang Deyi who came to my birthday before?"

Song Xuan and pick eyebrow, signal wind Tong continue.

"When he learned that I was going to open a studio, he sent me an email with a letter of recommendation from his tutor, hoping to become one of the founders of my studio." Seeing that song Xuanhe didn't care much, Feng Tong continued: "I don't have much resonance with his design, so I directly refused."

"However, later my tutor sent me an email, highlighting Jiang Deyi's current value and asking me to compromise for the potential value he can bring besides his design..."

"Although I'm not a person who likes compromise, I'm still more cautious in observing current affairs, so I checked his background and made some unexpected discoveries." Feng Tong's expression was meaningful: "his latest oil painting was sold at a high price of 200000 US dollars. As a non oil painting major fashion design student and a novice painter, the price is worth pondering. However, what interests me more is the person who shot the oil painting."

In the face of Feng Tong's suggestive expression, song Xuanhe frowned without any trace.

To tell you the truth, he has no interest in the mysterious man who photographed Jiang Deyi's oil paintings in Fengtong's mouth. Moreover, most of the time, he prefers to communicate directly, especially with his friends. At this time, Fengtong's way of communication and tone of concern do not arouse his interest, but make him a little impatient.

Feng Tong noticed song Xuanhe's look and said directly, "the one who photographed Jiang Deyi's oil painting is the president of repany, a Chinese American with the surname of Xiao yuanmu, who suddenly rose in the United States recently."

Song Xuan and Tong Ren trembled slightly, but there was no change in their face. They said faintly, "and then?"

"Then, I heard that Mr. Xiao gave the pictures he had taken from Jiang Deyi to the chairman of a company he had recently acquired, and told him that since he didn't know how to appreciate and run a company, he would buy back the company he couldn't run, and then give him a picture that the chairman loved, and each of them would have his own place."

Feng Tong raised his eyebrows: "these four words are the biggest insult to Jiang Deyi's artistic value."

Song Xuanhe quietly raised a little bit of the corner of his mouth and pressed it back. He said carelessly, "what does that have to do with me?"

"Because now Mr. Jiang Deyi is entangled with Mr. Xiao of RE, we must let him see the value of his paintings. Therefore, re has offended Hayden Hoffman, the successor of Hoffman family behind Jiang Deyi. Moreover, my studio either immediately finds a suitable partner, pushes Jiang Deyi's self recommendation with reasonable reasons, or can only accept Jiang Deyi."

"I think your participation can help me solve the crisis."

Song Xuanhe raised his eyes and said in surprise, "partner?"Feng Tong raised his eyebrow: "didn't I tell you? What I hope to do is a joint studio. I want to try to see if the two styles can develop independently but go hand in hand. As a young man under thirty, I think I can still afford to lose. Mr. Song, would you like to explore a new future with me? "

Song Xuan and the corners of his mouth sipped slightly and drank the hot tea. He didn't say until the aroma of the tea returned and the aftertaste was sweet: "give me two days. I'll think about it."

"Of course." After drinking the tea, Feng Tong joked: "I have to say that your technology of making tea is really ordinary."

Song Xuanhe got up knowingly and said with a smile, "I hope your skiing skills won't be like my tea making skills."

Two days later.

Song Xuanhe and Feng Tong met again and signed a detailed contract of cooperative studio contract.

Feng Tong held out his hand: "happy cooperation."

Song Xuan held his hand with bent eyes: "happy cooperation."

After the contract was signed, he took song Xuan and him to his studio for a tour, and took him to meet several designers, including the people he met on Feng Tong's birthday last time.

"We meet again, Mr. Song. We will be partners in the future."

After greeting, we went to Fengtong's hotel for dinner. Before the studio was officially established, we got familiar with each other to eliminate the strangeness between them.

All of you are designers. Naturally, the topic of conversation is also related to design. However, I don't know what happened when I said that Jiang Deyi's oil paintings were sold at a high price, and he was publicly insulted before he could be complacent for a few days.

Some people only think it's funny to gossip as a joke, while others think that it's too much to buy paintings. "The president of re is a bit arrogant. Although Jiang Deyi is not a graduate of oil painting major, and his works may not be able to be sold at that high price, the artist's intention of holding a gallery or auction is just to show his works. If he doesn't like it, he can't buy it. Why not It's insulting to say that after raising the price. "

"I don't think so." Someone retorted: "Jiang Deyi can't see how much weight he has and doesn't allow others to have freedom of speech? Besides, the president of re didn't say it openly on the loudspeaker or on any program. When he said this, he was in a very private place, and there was no irregularity in his buying and giving behavior. Since the president of RE was the owner of the painting, it was his own freedom to evaluate and say what he said when he gave it away. How could he say it was insulting. ”

"but this word has come out, and everyone knows it. Now Jiang Deyi is ridiculed by the oil painting circle and excluded by the design circle. Don't you think the president of re should be responsible for this

"Why should he take responsibility?" The designer was puzzled: "is it his responsibility to say something that has been spread by someone who has a heart? Can't you even say what you think? "

But in front of him, the designer tightly pursed his mouth, turned his head and looked at Xiang Fengtong, and said, "brother Tong, what do you think?"

Feng Tong's hand, kicking the ball, said: "I'm eating, you let Xuanhe talk about it."

The designer looked at Song Xuanhe. Song Xuan and PI xiaorou looked at Fengtong without a smile and said, "I don't have any ideas. What other people do and say is other people's business. I don't know the cause and effect. It's not convenient to express my opinions."

When he said this, the two designers who had just argued realized that it was not appropriate for them to have such an argument in front of them, so they stopped discussing this topic one after another. After a drink, they immediately switched to other topics.

In the corner, a girl who didn't speak all the time suddenly looked up and said, "do you know Xiao baicong of the Xiao family?"

Hearing the name, many people's eyes turned to her.

"What happened to him?"

However, some people are very confused: "never heard of it, who?"

"Xiao family, one of the eight plutocrats!" Another turned to popular science and said, "it's said that Xiao Bocong is the only successor of the Xiao family. However, the news of the next generation of the Xiao family has always been well protected, and it's very vague, so we don't know whether it's true or not. But Xiao Bocong is the Xiao family, which can be sure. He is one of the few Xiao family members who have been exposed."

"Eight plutocrats?" The man who asked said, "I heard about the eight plutocrats when I was studying in s country before. Some people said that one of the plutocrats' families was in s country, but I never asked about them. Caitlin, you are not in the same school as me. How do you know so much?"

Caitlin, the girl who started to talk, said: "you and I are college classmates. Xiao baicong is my high school classmate. At that time, he was only 14 years old. He went to senior three and jumped level Four. So we are very famous at our age. Some white children bully people with other skin colors. But although Xiao baicong is the youngest, no one dares to bully him. So we treat him all the time I'm very interested in the rumor about it. "

"Just now I heard one of my high school classmates say that today is Xiao baicong's coming of age ceremony. I sent some photos to me, which can only be described as amazing. Have a look."Caitlin's mobile phone was circulated one by one, and there were bursts of exclamations. When song Xuan and he arrived, he took the action and stopped, and then his eyes fell on the photo.

The first picture is a very old and tall castle. Caitlin's word "amazing" is very appropriate, because this castle is really difficult to describe. It must be said that it is not very like the buildings that will appear in reality and the whole era.

The family conditions that can learn design and get to this stage are not so bad. Besides, there are several people here who can be called two generations and three generations. Even if we count the blood lines, we can say a few words.

But this solemn castle in the picture is very rare indeed.

There is no lack of castles in modern society, whether they can be visited or not. With the development of the Internet, people who are interested in looking up information can always see the appearance even if they can't take pictures of the scenes inside. But in Song Xuanhe's memory, even the open Royal castles and manors, none of the castles have the experience of the castle in the photo A sense of history, as well as a strong sense of dignity and elegance.

I don't know why, he suddenly remembered Xiao ranyun's rejection when he talked about Xiao's family and his description of its depression. Then, he remembered that Xiao yuanmu would live in this castle for more than ten or twenty years, even forty or fifty or sixty years in the future, and his mood became a little dull.

Sour, similar to the heartache mood, very rare to pour into song Xuanhe's heart.

Subconsciously, he slipped down, glanced at the pictures behind him, and then handed the phone to the next person.

After everyone looked at the photos, the person who first asked said thoughtfully, "this castle is really old, maybe more than a few hundred years old, but I don't know why. I always feel that I have a little impression of the mountain behind the manor."

Someone sniffed and laughed: "can you tell the difference between mountains?"

"I really feel a little familiar. It's not how familiar that mountain is, but the vegetation distribution on that mountain. You should know that my father studies plants, so I'm very sensitive to these. Once I lost my way skiing with my classmates and walked around for a long time. It seems that I went there. In order to find the way, I just observed the scenery there because of my habit The vegetation is as like as two peas, and the plants are very impressive. The two mountains may be the same, but there are basically two plants with the same vegetation distribution. "

"OK, OK, there's nothing strange about the plants planted on the two mountains. I think as long as the terrain and climate are similar, there's no difference in the plants on the mountains."

"It's really not. I'm really familiar with that mountain, especially the power grid is installed in the middle of the mountain forest. At that time, I thought about why I broke into the military base or secret test site. Now I see it, maybe it's the Xiao family..."

"Stop!" Someone compared a stop posture, interrupted him: "then you say where you saw this mountain?"

"S country." He said, "I went skiing with my friends when I was a sophomore..."

"As we all know, Xiao's family is in the United States." Na humanitarian: "although the location has not really been determined, it is still close to 10, so your guess is 80% wrong."

He hesitated for a moment, looked at the others, and after they nodded their heads, he touched his head in disappointment and said, "I thought I accidentally ran into a big secret."

"If you can break such a big secret, it's better to buy lottery tickets."

Now that they are making fun of each other, the topic is gone.

Song Xuanhe ate quietly, but he didn't take what the man just said seriously. These people are not sure, but as a reader of the novel, he knows very well that Xiao's family is in the United States, and Xiao yuanmu has never been to s country in the book, so his guess must be just a guess.

The dinner ended in chatting and gossiping. Few people moved chopsticks at a banquet, but song Xuan and he were seriously tasting it from beginning to end.

When I left, someone joked: "just now, I didn't eat a few mouthfuls of food. Seeing Mr. Song's chopsticks, I knew that the chef here was very good. I knew I had just tasted a few mouthfuls of food."

Feng Tong said with a smile: "if you like, I can help you order a few dishes to pack."

"No, no, it's the same with the next dinner."

Song Xuanhe hooked his lower lip and did not speak.

As soon as the dinner was over, everyone went home. Feng Tong and song Xuan came together, and the car stopped together. Halfway through, Feng Tong said, "I'm sorry, Ke Zhu didn't pay attention just now."

If song Xuan and his hand turn around and the car lock rings at the same time, he says, "it's OK. It's normal. He won't say more when my work comes out."

Wind Tong smell speech to smile, way: "didn't expect you so confident, I originally thought to comfort you."

Song Xuanhe opened the car door, sat in and said, "anyway, thank you for your comfort."

Feng Tong waved to him and opened his car door. Song Xuanhe closed the door and the world was quiet again.He had thought of the present result when he decided to cooperate with Fengtong, so he would not be angry because of other people's implicit exclusion and provocation. What's more, today's event is not provocation, but a small test from future cooperators. He has been ready for this situation and can deal with it calmly.

Just, I don't know why he always feel a little tired, want to enter a quiet place as soon as possible, alone.

Song Xuan and his wife backed out of the garage, looked across the busy street like day, and then took it back without stopping, concentrating on driving.

There was no music, only silence. However, song Xuanhe felt a little relaxed, and the corners of his mouth that he had pursed slightly were also hooked up.

Song Xuanhe didn't want to wear a Bluetooth headset. He didn't want to answer a call from a strange number, so he ignored it.

But the caller was reluctant. The music just weakened and disappeared. Within a second, it made a comeback. The noise came one after another. Song Xuan and his hands would hang up there. He was so annoyed that he had to put on a headset to pick up the phone.

The mood is not worried, the voice that talks all takes cold meaning: "who?"

"In a bad mood?" The sound from the earphone is clear, but it is even more profound and magnetic because it is transmitted through the media.

Song Xuan and his action of turning the steering wheel stopped for a moment. Seeing that he was wiping his past car, he frowned and turned into the main road. Before he could speak, he heard the other side say, "I'm not in a good mood either."

"Why?"

Without thinking, these three words blurted out, making song Xuan and himself stunned for a moment.

However, after being stunned, he gathered his mind to pay attention to Xiao yuanmu's voice on the other side of the headset, and really wanted to know why he was unhappy.

When Xiao yuanmu was with him, he seldom had strong mood swings. The strongest one he had ever seen was Xiao yuanmu's stomach spasm. It was said that Xiao yuanmu's stomach spasm was caused by excessive emotion. But even so, Xiao yuanmu did not mention a word about his mood. At this time, he suddenly heard him say so, song Xuanhe I'm really curious.

"Because of a lot of things."

Across the earphone and across the Pacific Ocean, Xiao yuanmu seems to have relaxed a lot when he expresses his emotions. His voice is clear and deep. When he comes through the earphone, song Xuanhe seems to be able to feel his gloomy mood.

When Xiao yuanmu finished these five words, he stopped talking. The sound of shallow breathing came. Song Xuanhe was driving, and his restless mood was calmed down because of the ringing of his mobile phone.

I don't know how long it took for Xiao yuanmu to say again, "why don't you contact me once?"

Song Xuan and the corner of his mouth, curved droop, now there is a shallow silkworm: "because I don't contact you, so I'm in a bad mood?"

"50 percent." Xiao yuanmu thought about it and said faintly, "I bought a painting a few days ago, but I gave it away because it was too ugly."

Song Xuan and the corners of his mouth deepened. He gave a gentle hum. He did not respond to the topic, but also signaled him to continue.

"Do you miss me?"

Song Xuan and almost stepped on the brake, finally stabilized, no good airway: "don't want to."

Xiao yuanmu's voice sank, reminding: "we didn't break up."

"Each has his own point." Song Xuanhe had a smile on his face: "since we can't see each other, we should think in the way we think."

"Will you be with anyone but me?"

"Who knows?"

Xiao yuanmu gave a low smile, with a deep voice: "you will not."

Song Xuan and Yang Mei did not deny it.

Without hearing song Xuanhe's rebuttal, Xiao yuanmu was in a better mood than before, saying: "I had a seven hour meeting today to discuss the supply of new energy, and three of them secretly pressed to monopolize the acquisition..."

Maybe he didn't know what to say. In a faint voice, Xiao yuanmu said what he had done during this period of time, and what he had said most since he met song Xuanhe.

Song Xuan and the rare one are not impatient at all. They listen quietly. The car has arrived at the parking lot under the apartment building, and they don't go out. Instead, they sit in the car and listen to him.

Xiao yuanmu didn't talk much, and his work was nothing more than a few things. Even this time he talked the most, it was only five minutes.

Finally, Xiao yuanmu asked song Xuanhe, "are you in a better mood?"

"How about you?" song Xuanhe asked

Song Xuanhe leaned back in his chair, put his hand on his forehead and said, "me too."

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