meet you and light

"This Zhou Changhuan is really haunted. If she really came here, I'm afraid it will ruin our business."

After listening to my narration, Feng Duoduo came to the same conclusion as me.

"We must find a way to hold her back." I looked distressed, "But in this situation, who can hold her back?"

Feng Duoduo winked at me.

"When is it still a secret?"

"Didn't Han Yichuan send you a message two days ago?"

Feng Duoduo and I looked at each other and immediately understood what she meant.

That's right, Han Yichuan's weight in Zhou Changhuan's heart is not ordinary.It's just that it's a bit unreasonable to use him because of this matter.

"Don't forget, what Han Yichuan said in the text message is related to auntie, what if he really has a suitable liver?"

A few days ago, Han Yichuan sent me a text message. The content of the text message was nothing else, but mentioned my mother's condition.

This matter has always been my heart disease. The hospital is still looking for a suitable liver, and there is no news yet.

Han Yichuan told me that he knew an authoritative expert whose coordinates happened to be in Shanghai.

I didn't respond, but I did plan to go there.

"It's only about the illness, nothing else, it's reasonable."

Seeing my hesitation, Feng Duoduo added another sentence.

I thought about it, and when the fire was imminent, I could only make a little change.

When I called Han Yichuan, he seemed very surprised. I didn't talk nonsense with him, and went straight to the point.

"The authoritative expert on liver transplantation you mentioned, do you have time today?"

"That's my friend when I was studying abroad. You can see him anytime you want."

"I'm in Shanghai now."

"Now?" Han Yichuan was a little surprised in his words, "Okay, let me arrange it, and it will be in the afternoon at the earliest."

"Okay, thank you." I hesitated, "Can you not tell other people about this?"

Han Yichuan seemed to understand what I meant: "I'll keep it a secret, see you at the hospital."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Duoduo immediately cast a look: "He is really straightforward, but I don't know if Zhou Changhuan knows about this, and if he still has the time to join us in the fun."

An hour later, Han Yichuan sent a text message telling me that I was on my way to Shanghai, so I called Zhou Changhuan.

"Cousin, you finally answered my call." On the receiver, Zhou Changhuan was annoyed, "You don't know, I have worked so hard to find you."

"You got the room card?"

"What kind of room card, I don't know." Zhou Changhuan deliberately pretended to be stupid, "You said that they all look the same, so it's normal to get the wrong one, right?"

"You want to see me so much?" I raised my voice, "It's simple, just check your husband's location, maybe you can find me."

"What do you mean?"

In the receiver, Zhou Changhuan lost his composure immediately.

"You think for yourself."

Before Zhou Changhuan could respond, I immediately hung up.

People who are suspicious by nature only need to hear the slightest clue to fall into doubt.

My tone of voice just now was complacent. According to Zhou Changhuan's temperament, I'm afraid Han Yichuan will be found out right now.

It's not like she hasn't checked it before.

When the call came to Han Yichuan, he was forced to promise that he would only conceal the fact that he was going to Shanghai. The more he concealed, the more suspicious Zhou Changhuan would be. In the end, he could only stay in Shanghai and come to a so-called "catch rape" scene.

Even if Zhou Changhuan's brain really reacted quickly, he would not be able to arrive in Huzhou until tomorrow at the earliest.

This time is enough for us.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the art exhibition was held on time. There were not many visitors, but they were all famous people.

Zeng Lao was the last one to appear on stage.

The old man appeared in a Tang suit, his face was radiant and full of energy, he didn't look like an old man in his 80s at all.

Although he traveled in a low-key manner, when others appeared, they still attracted the attention of many people.

No, someone has already stepped forward to chat.

It's just that the results of the conversation were a bit unexpected.

The reason is that the old man asked a question about the content of Chen Jingrun's painting, but the other party couldn't answer and left in embarrassment.

It is said that literati make friends through literature, and the old man's operation fully demonstrated the character of a literati.

During the observation, the old man had already walked towards the painting "Bamboo" that I brought from the bank.

Seeing that the time had come, I walked forward with Feng Duoduo.

"Many but not chaotic, few but not sparse, sparse and bright in appearance, and vigorous in writing, it can be seen that Chen Lao has a strong character."

"The little girl also likes Mr. Chen's paintings?"

I pretended to be calm, and gave the old man a greeting: "My father loved asparagus bamboo the most when he was alive, and he learned a little from behind. Please don't make fun of me, old man."

Mr. Zeng stroked his beard: "You just said that you can see Mr. Chen's character from the painting, what do you say?"

Of course I know that this is the old man who is testing me, so I dare not be negligent, and said earnestly: "Painting bamboo, the most important thing is to outline the lines. It’s not that he has a noble character and a free and easy heart, how could he have such writing power.”

"Okay." Mr. Zeng clapped his hands and praised: "It's rare that you have such insight at such a young age, good!"

I winked at Mr. Wu who was standing by, and heard him say, "Old Zeng, this work is exactly in the possession of Miss Zhou's home."

Mr. Zeng looked surprised: "So, it seems that your father is also a follower of Mr. Chen."

"To tell you the truth, it is true."

"Okay, it's rare to meet someone with the same interests, I'm lucky, I'm lucky."

I exchanged a look with Feng Duoduo, and the victory is sure.

However, at this moment, a familiar figure appeared, she was none other than my former colleague Ding Minna.

An ominous premonition swept over.

"Zhou Changyu," Ding Minna walked over quickly, stretched out her hand in front of me, and said, "Long time no see."

Ding Minna's little assistant answered immediately: "Sister Na, she is the design director of Huayu now, you should change your title."

Ding Minna raised her eyes and smiled: "Look at my memory."

One answer and one question, as if it was planned before, and I didn't have a chance to interject at all.

But Zeng Lao's face has been pulled down.