meet you and light

I didn't expect Han Yichuan to keep this painting.

After all, there is my living "stain" in this work.

As a cutting-edge painter, Han Yichuan doesn't seem to be short of works.

The pity in his eyes doesn't seem to be faked.

The scumbag saw me when he turned around, and I looked away as if nothing had happened, pretending I didn't see this scene.

In the studio, Han Yichuan adjusted the tools in front of him and said, "I'm curious, what method did you use to let Zhou Changhuan speak for you."

He actually called out Zhou Changhuan's name by name.

"Coercion and temptation?"

Puzzled eyes fell on my face, and I said calmly: "If I have that ability, the case of the art museum will not be twisted and twisted."

Han Yichuan squeezed the paint, but he didn't have to look at me: "You don't have this ability, but the one next to you does."

I just said why the scumbag suddenly became polite today. It seems that he also has scruples about Chu Yanchen's identity.

His father, Han Hongshan, was polite to Chu Yanchen.

"I sorted out the two styles I designed earlier," I opened the notebook, "Since you are not interested in the wabi-sabi style, let's look at the improved version of the first style first."

Han Yichuan didn't make a sound.

"The overall style still adopts your favorite Morandi color system, and the layout of the five major sections has also been prepared." I pointed to the location of the display and said, "This has been modified according to your requirements. Even if the audience leaves temporarily, It will not affect the exhibition of other works."

Han Yichuan still showed interest in whether it was his own territory.

"And here is the transportation route of the exhibits. It is designed at the back door. Even if the exhibits are transported on the same day, it will not interfere with the visiting route." I pointed to the elevator, which is also fire-proof and moisture-proof to fully guarantee the safety of the works. "

From the layout to the setting, I was talking dry, but when I looked up, Han Yichuan stood beside me.

He leaned over and stretched out one hand in front of my computer: "Here, can you avoid direct sunlight during the day?"

"Of course," I pretended to be calm, "the humidity and temperature of the place where the works are displayed are considered."

"Heh, you are very thoughtful."

"No one will be troubled by money." I closed the computer and said politely, "Just like the great painter Han cherishes his own works, I will do my best."

Han Yichuan put his arms around his chest, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'm curious about one thing."

"President Han, please speak."

Han Yichuan looked at me intently and said, "Since you have chosen to rely on the big tree, why continue to work on this case?"

The scumbag's eyes were full of suspicion.

"You should be clear about this. Fame and fortune must be backed up by strength, right?"

Han Yichuan suddenly changed his face.

He should have heard my sarcasm.

In this studio, he once said personally that he has no intention of fame and wealth, but only wants to concentrate on painting. In his spare time, he accepts a few students, goes out to sketch and inspire his creation, and this life is enough.

That look of indifference to fame and fortune is really ridiculous when I think about it.

"If Mr. Han has no other orders, I will enter the site with the workers tomorrow."

Han Yichuan suddenly closed my notebook with a "snap".

I took it for granted and asked, "It seems that Mr. Han still has an explanation?"

"The style of Morandi and the style of wabi-sabi are very different from each other," Han Yichuan wrote coldly, "I'm curious, how did the designer who fell in love with the former fall in love with the latter?"

I stared at the scumbag's face, and always felt that he meant something.

Even from Han Yichuan's eyes, I saw an emotion similar to resentment.

The phone suddenly rang.

I turned my head, but the action of opening the handbag was stopped by the scumbag.

"You're talking about it."

"I'll take a call."

I got up, walked out of the studio, and then I pressed the answer button.

"Have not been off work yet?"

"Well, still busy."

As soon as the words came out of Ku, I realized that there was a trace of panic in my voice.

"I'm downstairs, come find me when you're done."

I was about to respond when I suddenly came back to my senses: "I'm not in the company."

"Then where are you?"

"I..." I looked around the studio and responded, "I'm at the client's place."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

"I'll go back when I'm done."

"The client you mentioned, could it be..."

"Ah."

Strange, I am obviously calm in my heart, why this response lacks a bit of confidence?
"Okay, you are busy first." Chu Yanchen said with a hint of disappointment in his tone, "I'll contact you after I'm done."

The phone was cut off suddenly.

Someone seems to be angry.

That's right, as far as the relationship between me and Han Yichuan is concerned, no one can be magnanimous on whoever puts it on.

When I returned to the studio, I immediately packed my things.

"Mr. Han, let's stop talking today. If you still have concerns, feel free to contact me."

"You don't seem to have answered my question yet."

I stuffed the notebook into my handbag and looked at Han Yichuan calmly: "It's very simple. It's human nature to be fickle. Mr. Han should be more experienced than me in this regard."

Han Yichuan was at a loss for words again.

I run my business and get up quickly.

After getting into the taxi, I immediately took out my mobile phone and dialed Chu Yanchen's number.

But the phone rang for a while, and finally no one answered the receiver.

The company didn't see the familiar Bentayga downstairs.

It seemed that Chu Yanchen had already left.