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When Zongzheng came out of the shower, he didn't find Xiaohang in the living room, he walked around and found Zongzhenghang standing in front of the door of the darkroom with his hand on the door, Zongzheng shouted: "Don't enter that room! "

Zong Zhenghang immediately retracted his hand, and looked at Zong Zheng with wide eyes full of horror. When Zong Zheng looked over, he found that there were tears in the child's eyes, and his heart was suddenly pulled, because he was too nervous.

In fact, the child didn't move around on purpose, and stayed in the quiet room for too long. The empty room made him a little scared, and his father didn't show up for a long time, so he wanted to look for it, but he hadn't been here a few times. I thought it was this door from the sound...

He didn't know how to express these things, and was snorted by his father again, so the tears couldn't hold back and fell straight down.

Zongzheng came over and knelt down, wanting to hug him, but the child dodged it for the first time, that subconscious reaction reminded him of himself when he was a child.Zong Zhenghang thought again that this was his father, whom he could rely on, and took another small step.Seeing his reaction before and after, Zongzheng could only sigh from the bottom of his heart, and then reached out to wipe away his tears, "It was Dad's fault just now, but remember, don't touch this house in the future!"

The child nodded and sucked his nose to keep himself from crying. He felt that crying would show his weakness.This child obviously has the environment to allow him to act like a child, but for some reason, he still resembles Zongzheng when he was young.

When Zongzheng got up, he glanced at the room. He hadn't opened this darkroom for seven years. It was like an old scar. He was afraid that it would remind him of the pain.And when Zongzheng took the child away, the child also took a sneak peek at the door. The child is always curious, although he will not touch it, but he always wants to know, what makes the father afraid?

Zongzheng went to work the next day, and Zongzhenghang was still on winter vacation, so Zongzheng took him directly to the company.Although the two fathers and sons have cold faces, they still can't hold back their own attractiveness, especially Zong Zhenghang, who still has that childishness on his body, the employees want to risk their lives to touch it at a glance, that one, Bun face...

After returning to the office, Zongzheng sat down at his desk and started to work. He remembered something, stuck his head out and said to the child: "If you are bored, you can go out to find Uncle Yiyang. Your cousin is on a business trip, so you don't have to look for him." He." The child nodded after hearing this but did not act. The uncles must all have jobs, so I shouldn't disturb them.Fortunately, he knew that he couldn't go anywhere when he came to the company. After putting down his small schoolbag, he took out his homework, just like a primary school bully.But actually...he has a learning disability.

His daily speaking ability is not as good as others, and he has congenital obstacles in reading, which is what adults are worried about.Zong Zhenghang is also aware of this, so he does the questions by himself almost every day, and he is trying to find a breakthrough by himself.

This child is actually quite reassuring, but it also makes people worry about it everywhere. After Zongzheng became the role of father, he can already experience this feeling.

At this time, Yu Yiyang knocked on the door and came in. He held a stack of books and put them aside and said, "President, this is the latest furniture magazine this month and there are some construction issues. The vice president is not here. Are you going to handle these?"

Zongzheng didn't raise his head, he just acquiesced, but when Yu Yiyang wanted to report other matters, he raised his head and looked in front of his eyes, and said to his son who was sitting on the sofa not far away: "Xiaohang, you don't want to use these magazines. Come and see, pick the one you like and tell Dad." His aesthetic sense is average, but the child is different, and he wants to know if the child will give him some surprises.As for the president's casual handling, Yu Yiyang could only choose to obey, moved all the magazines to the young master's coffee table, and smiled at him.The young master looks quite pleasing, but unfortunately he just can't laugh.

After staying here for a long time in Bingshan, Yu Yiyang didn't feel embarrassed, turned around and continued to report to Zongzheng: "The old director of Zongzheng wants to allocate another sum of money to him for that project." This old director is Zongzheng Liao Yin Well, after the company revived, this old guy ran back in a hurry. Zongzheng didn't care about him, and only let him be named as a director, and no longer gave him real power.But this weirdo can always make troubles. Over the years, he secretly took a lot of money from the company in the name of projects. Zong Zhengnian just turned a blind eye to the last bit of blood relationship, but now...he doesn't want to give up.

"Don't worry about him, tell the finance department, if anyone dares to allocate funds to him, allocate yourself too!"

Yu Yiyang was not surprised by such a result, if he had such relatives, he would do the same.When he still wanted to continue reporting, the young master's small body reappeared under their noses. Yu Yiyang really wanted to say something cute, but he only dared to say it in his heart.He pursed his lips and hid a smile to watch the child's next move. He held up the magazine in his small hand, pointed to one of the pages, and said reluctantly, "This is good."

Wow!The young master has spoken!

If there are fireworks, he must light one to tell the world!It turns out that the young master's voice is so slurred... Ahem, it's gone.

Compared with the galloping horses in Yu Yiyang's heart, the two father and son were calm. Zongzheng took the magazine and looked at it, his eyes gradually filled with shock.This room...why is it so familiar?

Before he had time to think about it, he immediately showed this to Yu Yiyang and asked him, "Who designed this?"

After Yu Yiyang took over, he glanced at the cover of the magazine, and immediately said with a smile: "This is Mr. Mikay's column, isn't it your cousin?"

It was him... Zongzheng took over the magazine again. If it was him, it would not surprise him to feel familiar, but he always felt that there were some things he had overlooked.He looked carefully at the page of the magazine again, trying to find something he wanted. The photographer was... Jacinthe?Pale orange?

The name is also very strange. Zongzheng turned around and saw the back photo. The second he caught his eye, he gave himself an infinite impact. It was him!But before he woke up from the dream, Zongzheng began to hesitate again, and his back was somewhat different... Hang Jianxing was not that strong, and this man had blond curly hair, and he looked like a foreigner.

Over the years, too many figures similar to that person appeared in front of him, and he really didn't have that confidence anymore.

So after he read everything, the waves in his eyes calmed down again, he looked at Yu Yiyang indifferently and said: "Check the location of this room, and the photographer, and give me an answer before tomorrow."

"Yes."

Yu Yiyang still didn't understand why he suddenly increased his workload. On the other hand, there was a one-day deadline this time. Didn't the previous presidents act vigorously?Today's president has such an unpredictable temperament, which really makes it difficult for him, a subordinate.

Today's Hang Jianxing was also in a normal mood. He waited until the magazine sent him the magazine before he realized that there was a picture of himself in it!At first, he complained about Miran's self-assertion, but he thought that he just wanted to make the content of the photos more substantial, so he had to give up, and all the photos were published, and nothing he could do would help, so he needs to pay more attention next time.

Actually... that person shouldn't be able to see this photo, right?After hiding for seven years, he should let go of his obsession with himself.

Hang Jianxing sat in his own yard with a blanket covering his lap, a computer and tea were placed on the table next to him, and he leaned on the recliner. His lazy posture was very similar to that of an old man sunbathing in his later years. This is the life he wants to hold on to .

He has also been to many places over the years. As a photographer, his work is not limited to one place.Because of his visits to mountains and rivers, he has done many things that he never thought of before, such as: climbing cliffs, crossing the Gobi, and daring to the Antarctic... It is because he was too restrained before, and he has completely let himself go in the past seven years.His skin has become rough after being away all year round, and he is still covered with scum, but he is at ease!

This is his Hang Jianxing!

When he wanted to take a break, he would return to this unknown town in France, like now, watching the sunset, holding a computer to modify his photos.

"Excuse me, is Master Hyacinth at home?"

Such a ridiculous name, only the literary tycoon in front of him can say it!

Hang Jianxing put away the blanket and stood up, looking at the old friend who called him master through the fence.Unexpectedly, after all these years, the first person I saw would be him!

"After wandering abroad for so long, I don't even know how to treat guests with Chinese virtues? Why don't you let me stand outside and blow the air!"

Hearing this, Hang Jianxing had no choice but to smile bitterly. Obviously his courtyard door was open, and the two of them were only a few steps away. Does this man have to go to him to help him carry his luggage?But he still walked over, and naturally gave Rong Luo a hug.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

At the moment of hugging, there is still that heartwarming feeling, touching the feeling of reunion deep in my heart.Hang Jianxing even wanted to cry hypocritically!

He naturally helped people with their luggage, led them inside and asked, "How did you find me?" Rong Luo followed leisurely, looking at his current living environment, tsk tsk tsk, a cup of tea, a deck chair and a chair Small garden, life is very nourishing!Before he saw the magazine, he thought this guy died somewhere.

After entering the room, Hang Jianxing had already made tea and served a cup to someone. Seeing that the man didn't seem to hear what he said just now, he asked again: "I said, how did you find me?"

"What? Are you afraid that someone will find you too?" Rong Luo was lying on the sofa, his posture was almost the same as that of Su Minghuai, and he didn't know who was leading the other. !” This one doesn’t look as luxurious as the one I had in Shanghai, but it’s low-key and warm, and feels like home.

"Don't say that, I paid for it!"

"Farewell, miser! Besides, can you afford it?"

The bad friend complained, but he was merciless, and within a few minutes after entering the door, Hang Jianxing wanted to invite someone out!But the two looked at each other for a moment, and couldn't help but want to laugh. They were both in their thirties, and they were also not serious.