Anan

The upper class will also visit relatives and friends during the Spring Festival, but the form is not the same.Jiang Zhihong’s old brother, Yang Chengtai, has a little nephew in his family. His heart is higher than the sky and he feels sorry for himself. He has been engaged in oil painting art since he was young, and he has achieved nothing until he is in his 30s. However, he is compared to contemporary Rembrandt.As the New Year approached, Rembrandt completed several masterpieces in his closed home with splashes of ink. He felt quite good about himself, so he borrowed a club from his uncle to hold a big party and wanted to hold a solo exhibition.

From the bottom of his heart, Yang Chengtai looked down on his nephew, but his sister's family was also pitiful. There was only this living treasure and only seedling, so he couldn't do without pampering him.So in the past few days, he has been brazen and stubborn, making phone calls in all directions, and harassing all his acquaintances and friends who can talk about friendship, just to support this nephew.

Jiang Zhihong was not interested in oil painting, but he received a call from his old brother, and it would be bad if he didn't go, so he pushed this errand to Jiang Yu'an.

Jiang Yu'an has always been insensitive to this kind of meaningless socializing situation, and he didn't want to go at first, but it happened that something fell into Jiang Zhihong's hands, and he had no choice but to accept the invitation post under the charge of failing to report when he returned home.

The party will be the day after tomorrow, and the venue is a private club of the Yang family. Jiang Yu'an has been there several times and knows that the environment there is good.Social gatherings are of course boring, but the snacks are delicious, and oil painting is also considered an art. It's good to take the children out to relax, so after returning to the apartment, he put the invitation on the armrest of the single sofa in the living room, and asked Feng An Opinion: "Want to go?"

When he said this, Feng An was sitting cross-legged on the fur mat in the center of the living room, with scattered screw parts around his legs.Not long after Jiang Yu'an went out in the morning, the sweeping robot at home started to work, but for some reason, it suddenly clicked and clicked, and the sound was louder than usual.Feng An turned off the power, looked it over and over again, and felt that the hair might be entangled in it because it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, so he found a toolbox and came out to disassemble the machine, trying to get rid of the dust and flakes in the gaps of the parts. The hair is all cleaned out.

But before he could reassemble the cleaned parts, Jiang Yu'an came back.

He put down the screwdriver in his hand, leaned forward and took the card from the armrest of the sofa.The card is well printed and sprinkled with a light perfume, which looks very high-end at first glance.He opened it to take a look, raised his head and asked Jiang Yu'an: "Can I go too?"

Jiang Yu'an squatted down, picked up a screw from the ground and weighed it in his hand: "It's just an art exhibition, you can go if you want to see it."

Of course Feng An was willing to be with Jiang Yu'an, so he nodded and said, "Then I'll go."

Jiang Yu'an looked around on the ground, but didn't find the manual, and asked a little surprised, "You disassembled it yourself?"

Feng An felt that his question was strange: "I'm the only one in the house, I didn't tear it down, who else did it?"

Jiang Yu'an felt that he could give some positive encouragement at this time, so he praised him: "Then you are very good."

Feng An blushed, lowered his head and continued to twist the screw: "The structure of this thing is not very complicated, but it is actually easy to disassemble."

Jiang Yu'an looked at him with a slight smile: "But I won't dismantle this."

Feng An blushed even more, and stammered: "Mr. Jiang doesn't need to know this, you can do better things... Many people don't know how to do it."

Seeing his shyness, Jiang Yu'an thought he was cute, and kindly handed him the screw in his hand: "Here's another one."

Feng An hastily grabbed the screw.His palms are very thin, his fingers are slender without showing joints, and his nails are trimmed into smooth and round shapes. It looks like he should play the piano, but each finger pad is rough. When he was nervous, his fingertips rubbed against Jiang Yuan's palm, making Jiang Yuan My hands are warm and a little itchy, and my heart is sore and aching.

Jiang Yu'an is not a person full of sympathy, and he never complains about others, but staring at Feng An who is focused on assembling, he is really puzzled this time, thinking seriously, this is obviously a very likable child, why is it so strange? So bad luck?Being born in a bad family and meeting people who are not good, it seems that there is nothing in life to be happy about.

If he had a child and was as well-behaved as Feng An, he would have been willing to give him all the good things he could get, and would not be willing to let him suffer a little harm.

Feng An didn't know Jiang Yu'an's inner activities.He carefully tightened each screw, buckled the plastic bayonet back one by one, then reactivated the power supply, and saw that the sweeping robot was running normally, then he let out a breath and showed a relaxed smile: "Okay , now it doesn't ring."

Jiang Yu'an nodded, and repeated it in a low voice, as if approving his achievement: "Well, it's not ringing anymore."

Feng An stood up on his knees, glanced at the time on the wall, and asked, "Mr. Jiang, is it time to prepare dinner?"

Jiang Yu'an also stood up, and answered him: "I won't cook today, let's go out to eat."

That night, Feng An was taken to a special restaurant by Jiang Yu'an.The restaurant is beautiful, more like a private garden than a place to eat.Their box is a small transparent house with floor-to-ceiling glass on three sides. They tilt their heads to look out. Although the outside is cold and windy, the green bamboos are green and there is a pool of koi at their feet.Sitting in the box in person, it is warm like spring again. Countless bright flowers are blooming around the rectangular dining table, and green radishes are wrapped around the decorative pillars and pouring down, as if separated by a wall, there are two completely different seasons.

The waiter pushed the dining trolley to bring up the food. The dishes are not many, but they are served in elegant porcelain dishes, which are exquisite and beautiful like works of art.

It was Feng An's first time to eat in such a high-end restaurant, and he was more embarrassed than excited.After the waiter left, he asked Jiang Yu'an suspiciously: "Is today a special day?"

Jiang Yu'an took out the wine bottle from the ice bucket with a smile, and poured himself a small glass of wine: "It's not a special day, but since it's a holiday, you should celebrate it. Let me treat it as my New Year's meal for you." Let's have dinner."

Feng An remembered the conversation he had with Jiang Yu'an in the car the day he came back. He didn't expect that Jiang Yu'an was really planning to spend the holiday with him. Suddenly, his heart seemed to be soaked in warm water. to leak out.He picked up the silver fork in his hand, scooped a little from the plate in front of him, and brought it to his mouth. Suddenly, the sweet taste spread in his mouth.It was an ingredient that he had never eaten before, or he might have eaten it before, but it was cooked in a different way by superb techniques, so it became difficult for him to distinguish.

Did Jiang Yu'an eat such exquisite dishes on New Year's Eve? He suddenly became curious and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Jiang also ate out like this on New Year's Eve?"

Jiang Yu'an recalled the night of New Year's Eve, showing a slightly emotional smile: "I was in the United States that day, and it was not like now. The food was quite simple."

Feng An was very surprised and asked, "Are you alone?"

Jiang Yu'an said, "Together with my family."

Feng An yearned for it, thinking that Jiang Yu'an would spend the New Year abroad with his family, just like the descriptions in TV and novels, rich people would travel to foreign places with their families during the holidays - presumably the Jiang family must be a very harmonious family. Warm family.

Jiang Yu'an asked again: "I asked you where you want to go to play before, have you thought about it?"

Speaking of which, Feng An has been in Shenzhen for a while, but he was working as an assistant in an entertainment company before, so he didn't have time to go out and play at all. Later, he worked in a hotel and was affected by the nature of his work. There is almost no extra energy to go out for entertainment.So until today, in fact, he has not had a good understanding of this city.Jiang Yu'an asked him where he wanted to go to play, but he couldn't answer for a while, so he said: "You can play anywhere, the most important thing is to be happy. Aren't you going to the art exhibition the day after tomorrow? I think it's very good."

Jiang Yu'an smiled at the corner of his mouth, watched him bow his head to eat, and suddenly said: "Is it better to go to the art exhibition, or is it better to be with me?"

Feng An suddenly clenched the fork in his hand, his palms began to sweat, and his heart beat out of rhythm, so violently that he almost jumped wildly in his chest.He didn't dare to look up into Jiang Yu'an's eyes, he just stared at the dishes on the plate and talked, but the pink ears and trembling voice still betrayed his emotions, he heard himself answering Jiang Yu'an in a voice that couldn't be lower : "All, all good."

Jiang Yu'an nodded, as if he was very satisfied with his answer: "I think it's good too."

Feng An didn't know what he meant by this sentence, did it mean that he also felt that he was very good?Or is there a deeper meaning?

He guessed restlessly, but Jiang Yu'an has already calmly started a new topic.

Jiang Yu'an seemed to be very familiar with this restaurant. When he introduced and commented on the food here, the calm and indifferent look in Feng An's eyes was also very attractive.

So Feng An only struggled secretly for a while, and his thoughts were taken away by Jiang Yu'an again.

That night they had a nice dinner and went back to rest.Feng An was just recovering from illness, in fact, it is better to rest more, Jiang Yu'an did not go out the next day, and stayed at home reading a book with him.However, in the afternoon, someone suddenly came to the door and brought several sets of men's clothing, of various types, all neatly folded and packaged in high-quality cartons.

Jiang Yu'an signed the form and asked Feng An to dismantle it.Feng An removed one, saw the size clearly on the label of the clothes, and looked up at him in surprise: "For me?"

Jiang Yu'an nodded: "Yes, New Year's gift."

Feng An was taken aback, knowing that these clothes must be expensive, so he quickly wrapped the wrapping paper back: "No need! Didn't we have dinner together yesterday? You don't need to give me any more gifts..."

Jiang Yu'an interrupted him: "If you want to give it away, children should have new clothes for the New Year."

Feng An couldn't help laughing: "But I'm not a kid anymore, and these clothes..."

Jiang Yu'an interrupted him again: "You don't want to accept my gift?"

Feng An hurriedly said: "Of course not, but these clothes are too—" He originally wanted to say that they were too expensive, but after thinking about it, the price of these clothes might not be considered anything at all in Jiang Yu'an's eyes. Would it make Jiang Yu'an feel particularly fussy and petty?So I changed my mind temporarily: "It's too much, it will heat up soon after the Spring Festival, and I won't be able to wear it by then."

Jiang Yu'an walked up to him, took out the clothes from the cardboard box, pasted them in front of Feng An for comparison, and said, "These clothes are made of very good materials, and the styles are not easy to go out of style. You won't be able to wear them this year. You can also wear them in the future." wear."

He squeezed Feng An's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Go and put away these clothes, and then choose a set you like, and wear it tomorrow to go to the art exhibition with me, okay?"

Feng An looked into his eyes and couldn't say any more words to refute.

The art exhibition lasted all day, but the rich man often couldn't get up in the morning, so the party officially started in the afternoon.Feng An followed Jiang Yu'an into the banquet hall on the third floor of the clubhouse. He saw that the hall was spacious and well lit, and the whole thing was connected. Judging by the decoration, it might have been a dance hall.Now the furniture has been dismantled in half, and only tables and chairs are kept in the four corners for people to rest and take a nap, as well as a long table with drinks and snacks in the center of the room.In addition, dozens of oil paintings were scattered scattered on the four walls, and several snow-white statues were placed at intervals.

There were quite a few people who came to the party, including men, women and children, but it was obvious that young people were the majority.As soon as Jiang Yu'an showed up, someone came up to greet him immediately.Feng An came with Jiang Yu'an, standing next to Jiang Yu'an, these people didn't know his origin, and since he was still young, he didn't look like someone from the company, so they were a little uncertain.

Jiang Yu'an introduced Feng An to everyone who sent inquiries, saying that he was a student sponsored by him.

"The child is on winter vacation, take him out for a walk." He said.

Hong Tai is a company that is often featured in charity magazines. It is not surprising that the president supports one or two poor students.In fact, many entrepreneurs will do this kind of thing, but it is just to add a few sums to their own image or corporate publicity. After the money is donated, who will really ask about the situation of these recipients?Not to mention bringing sponsored students to a private party.

Everyone didn't say anything, but they all speculated in their hearts, suspecting that this young man was either Jiang Yu'an's illegitimate son, or Jiang Yu'an's little lover - anyway, he couldn't really be just a student.

Jiang Yu'an is not a person who often appears on social occasions, if he attends a party once in a while, he will inevitably be entangled by people from all walks of life for a long time.He felt that Feng An might not be used to such occasions, so he asked him to go elsewhere first.

When Feng An heard this, it was as if he had been pardoned.He is really not good at communication and pleasantries. He just stood with Jiang Yu'an for a short while, and he was forced to introduce himself seven or eight times. Of course, Jiang Yu'an said most of them for him, but this still made him Feel very uncomfortable.

After temporarily leaving the small crowd centered on Jiang Yu'an, he slipped to the wall and walked slowly, looking up at the oil paintings on the wall.

Most of the oil paintings are portraits. Feng An has no knowledge in this area, and he doesn't understand things like brush strokes, light and shadow at all. He just thinks that the colors are bright and rich, and he thinks these are probably excellent works.

He stopped under an oil painting with the banks of the Seine in the background. It painted a pair of foreign mother and child. The mother was holding her three or four-year-old son standing on the bank of the river, smiling and teaching the child to feed the waterfowl with bread crumbs. .He looked up at the painting, with no expression on his face, and his eyes gradually drifted away, as if recalling something.

Maybe he did stand under this painting for too long, when suddenly a man and a woman approached not far away, both in their 30s, the man in a neat suit and the woman in a well-tailored plain dress.The man and woman approached, the man opened his mouth first, and greeted Feng An with a smile: "Do you like this painting very much?"

Feng An came back to his senses, looked away and turned to them, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "This painting is very good..."

The man seemed very proud, and extended his hand to introduce himself: "Thank you, my name is Dai Qisheng, and I am the author of this painting."

Feng An took a deep breath, imitating Jiang Yu'an's attitude when he was talking and laughing with others just now, and reached out to shake him: "Hello, Feng An."

At this time, the female companion next to Dai Qisheng also spoke, her voice was gentle and gentle, but her eyes were curious, with a hint of inquiry: "I'm Irene——did you come with Jiang Yu'an just now?"

Feng An nodded.

Eileen obviously wanted to ask Feng An about Jiang Yu'an, but before she could speak, Dai Qisheng preempted her: "I drew this when I was traveling in France..." He probably rarely met someone who admired his work. Now, when I catch Feng An, I feel like I have met a bosom friend, and I immediately start talking, talking about what I saw and heard in France, and talking about my own journey of creation.

Feng An himself was a person who didn't know what to say. Since the other party started talking, he was actually relieved, and immediately put on a listening posture, and patiently let Dai Qisheng chatter.After hearing a few words, Irene couldn't take it anymore, and pushed Dai Qisheng's arm with a smile: "You have said these words more than 800 times, and there is no end to it? Do you think everyone is willing to listen to your painting?" Are you painting those shitty things?"

Dai Qisheng was shocked, and his face was a little embarrassing, but his temper was quite good, and he was not at all ashamed by it. He only explained to Irene with a little helplessness: "Oh--I haven't heard of it, you let me say So what happened?"

Irene turned her head to look at the dining table in the center, and said, "Anyway, I don't want to hear your rambling anymore... I'm thirsty, go and get me something to eat."

Dai Qisheng looked confused: "Do you want to eat or drink?"

Irene just wanted to push him away. How could she manage so much, she replied casually: "You can figure it out!" After speaking, she dragged Feng An to the corner rest area.

Although Irene is already in her 30s, she has benefited from maintenance. There is no trace of wrinkle or spot on her face, and she wears light makeup. She is really a beautiful woman.After the two sat down, Irene raised her hand and stroked the hair around her ears, and said to Feng An with a pursed smile, "I think you are very young, are you Hongtai's intern?"

Feng An thought for a while, and decided to speak with Jiang Yu'an: "No, I am a student sponsored by Mr. Jiang."

Irene nodded and didn't ask any further questions, but said: "Jiang Yu'an rarely brings people out with him, and he only brings Nie Beiran with him when discussing business—you know Nie Beiran, right?"

Feng An hesitated and nodded: "I know."

Aileen smiled knowingly, and rested one arm on the table: "Let me introduce myself again, my name is Li Ailin, and I am Jiang Yu'an's school girl. At that time, he was in high school and was about to graduate. I just entered junior high school. After saying these words, she held her face with her left hand, looked towards Jiang Yu'an, her voice became a little softer, and her tone was melancholy: "I always remember him, maybe he doesn't remember me anymore."

Looking at the melancholy look of her resting her chin, Feng An could already guess what kind of feelings she has for Jiang Yu'an.He thought of the interaction between her and Dai Qisheng just now, feeling weird, and asked, "Is Mr. Dai your boyfriend?"

Erin glanced in the direction of the dining table and said with a smile, "We're already married."

She probably guessed what Feng An was thinking, and explained with a natural expression: "Jiang Yu'an is very good, and almost all the girls liked him in school. At that time, I also had a good impression of him, but I didn't expect much. Like He is such an excellent person, he will definitely not fall in love with me, why should I waste my youth on him. "

Listening to her description, Feng An couldn't help asking: "When Mr. Jiang was at school...was he a very cold person?"

Irene glanced at him, raised her eyebrows and said, "Of course not, he has more connotations, so he's not that kind of childish and cold young master."

Feng An touched his nose.

Irene added: "At that time we were very curious, not knowing what kind of girl he would be with in the future. Who knew that after so many years, he has never been married. It's really strange."

Feng An was also very curious about the answer to this question, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Jiang... has he had a girlfriend in the past few years?"

Irene said casually: "I have had a few female companions, but I don't think they can be regarded as girlfriends. Anyway, they have not been officially disclosed."

At this time Dai Qisheng came back with a tray.Bending down to put the tray on the table, he handed a glass of sparkling wine to Irene, squeezed a cookie from the tray, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "What are you guys talking about?"

Irene casually pointed forward, her tone innocent: "I'm talking about Jiang Yu'an."

Dai Qisheng looked in the direction of his wife's fingers, chewed and said, "Oh, Jiang Yu'an, my uncle often mentions him—he is very powerful." When he said this, his expression was very calm, not at all The man's jealousy or competitive emotions seem to be just stating a fact.

Irene rolled her eyes: "You can't learn from others? Uncle asked you to work with him, but you didn't go, you just know how to draw all day long."

Dai Qisheng wiped his fingers, with a tired smile on his face: "Hey, everyone has their own ambitions, I just like to draw at home and accompany my wife!"

Irene smiled and lowered her head to take a sip of her wine, ignoring him.

Dai Qisheng also sat down, and said: "I think my life is pretty good now. If I really learn from him, then I won't even have a wife. That would be too miserable."

Feng An couldn't help squinting at him.

Irene also put down the wine glass, and said angrily: "What do you know, with a family background like the Jiang family, there is no need for a commercial marriage at all. They are not married yet, they must be waiting for the right girl, you think they are all like Is your blind date that vulgar?"

Dai Qisheng didn't have the guts to talk back, he only dared to tilt his head and mutter in a low voice: "What's wrong with vulgarity, didn't you also go on a blind date..."

Just as the couple was bickering, Jiang Yu'an finally ended a round of entertainment.He cast his gaze around the hall, and then walked towards Feng An.At the beginning, he took a long stride, as if he was in a hurry, but when he got closer, he saw the faces of the other two at Feng An's table, and suddenly he stopped, and his steps slowed down again.

Irene stared at Jiang Yu'an with great interest, and when he stood tall and straight in front of the three of them, she greeted him first: "Jiang Yu'an, long time no see."

Jiang Yu'an returned a polite smile: "It's been a long time, Miss Li."

Irene tilted her head playfully: "Jiang Yu'an, you walked so slowly just now, did you not remember my name?"

Jiang Yu'an looked over her shoulder and saw Feng An anxiously making mouth shapes behind her, so she couldn't help but lowered her head and smiled, and said, "How could it be that you and Anna recited poems together in the school celebration art performance back then? Flowers from me." He unbuttoned his suit with one hand, opened the empty chair beside Feng An and sat down: "Irene, I was very surprised today, I didn't expect to meet you here."