Anan

When Irene heard him mention the cultural performance, her face flushed faintly: "Why do you still remember the cultural performance?"

Jiang Yu'an smiled and said, "You and Anna wrote that poem very well, didn't you win the first prize? I naturally remember it."

Irene tucked the hair around her ears, and introduced him: "This is my husband, Dai Qisheng."

Jiang Yu'an leaned forward and shook hands with Dai Qisheng: "Hi, it's a great honor to receive the invitation to the art exhibition."

Dai Qisheng is not from the business world. Although he also attended various banquets before, he never talked to Jiang Yu'an.Now that I have had close contact, I can't help but feel ashamed and admire the other party's strong wrists. It is even more difficult to maintain a personable image at this age.

Looking down at his faintly fat belly, he pushed the tray of snacks on the table to the opposite side: "It is my honor that Mr. Jiang is willing to come to my art exhibition. The hospitality here is not good, please forgive me .”

Jiang Yu'an looked at the tray twice with a smile, and picked out a chocolate truffle: "You don't have to be so polite. Since it's an art exhibition, it's enough to draw well, what else matters?"

As he spoke, he peeled off the paper holder of the chocolate and handed it to Feng An, tilting his head slightly and asked, "Does the painting look good?"

Feng An put the chocolate in his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and nodded seriously: "It looks good."

The two people sang together, making Dai Qisheng's heart burst into joy.Later, Jiang Yu'an accompanied Feng An around the hall, and before leaving, Dai Qisheng made sure to give Feng An the oil painting of mother and child on the Seine River.Feng An didn't know if he could accept it, so he turned to look at Jiang Yu'an.Jiang Yu'an declined a few words, but seeing Dai Qi's kindness and sincerity, he let it go.

Jiang Yu'an helped Dai Qisheng take the painting off the wall, moved it to a small room at the back and packed it, and asked Feng An to wait for him downstairs first.

Feng An left the banquet hall of the art exhibition alone, walked down the stairs to the first floor, and when he passed the corner of the second floor, there happened to be two young people going up below.Feng An glanced at the young man walking in front, and his feet stopped in place - that was Ji Chunshen!

Ji Chunshen was also taken aback when he saw Feng An, and then the young man behind him bumped into his back.

The young man was in his 20s, well dressed, also dressed in a suit and leather shoes, but he had a bad temper, when he was bumped suddenly, he urged Ji Chunshen impatiently, "Let's go?"

Ji Chunshen immediately turned sideways to get out of the way: "Go up first."

The young man stood still, his eyes swept back and forth between Ji Chunshen and Feng An: "What? You know each other? Friends?"

Ji Chun gave a deep hum, and replied in a slightly lowered voice: "Friends from my hometown, you go up first, and I'll look for you in a while."

The young man clasped his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean? Why can't I get to know friends from my hometown? Are you going to keep chasing me up like this?"

Ji Chunshen seemed to be afraid of him. After the young man said this, he subconsciously tilted his head slightly, and the muscles on both sides of his cheeks clenched tightly, as if an invisible slap would fall on his face in the next moment.

Feng An was puzzled, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Chunsheng, why are you here? I went to your company to look for you years ago, did they not tell you?"

Before Ji Chunshen spoke, he took another look at the young man and saw that the other party showed no signs of attack, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and replied indifferently: "I know you have been here, and I was still filming in other places at that time."

Feng An asked again: "Then why didn't you contact me?"

"Because it's not necessary." Ji Chunshen said, "I've thought about it a lot during this time. It might have been a mistake to bring you to Shenzhen City. The two of us don't match each other. It's unlucky to get together. I don't want the 3 yuan either. Let’s make up for the fright you received at Wu Chengliang’s place. We’ll go our separate ways in the future, so don’t contact us any more.”

Feng An looked at him in astonishment, not understanding why Ji Chunshen thought so.In his mind, life is always full of ups and downs. Could it be that he doesn't even want friends because of one or two unlucky things?It's also ridiculous.

"But..." Feng An wanted to speak again, but was interrupted by Ji Chunshen.

"Why are you here?" Ji Chunshen suddenly recalled, looking suspiciously at Feng An's outfit.He knew Feng An's background very well, and knew that with Feng An's spending power, he would never buy clothes with more than three figures, not to mention that Feng An certainly didn't know the brand of these clothes-this is too strange!

Feng An opened his mouth, and felt that the reason why he was here would not be clear for a while, not to mention that there was a strange person beside Ji Chunshen, which was not suitable for his long-winded explanation, so he thought for a while, He simply said, "I'm here to see the art exhibition."

Ji Chun frowned deeply, apparently unable to accept this perfunctory answer.However, before he could ask any more questions, Jiang Yu'an's voice suddenly came from above the stairs.

"Feng An?" Jiang Yu'an put one hand in his pocket and walked down from the top step by step, followed by a waiter carrying oil paintings.He was wondering why Feng An would stop in the middle of the stairs, but after getting closer, he saw that there were two other people at the corner, so he smiled lightly: "Meet a friend?"

Ji Chunshen and the young man looked up at the same time, Ji Chunshen was puzzled, looked at Jiang Yu'an's face and did not speak.The young man smiled calmly, took two steps up and stood on the corner platform, and greeted Jiang Yu'an lazily and generously: "Uncle Jiang, I didn't expect you to come to this kind of place to join in the fun?"

Jiang Yu'an nodded at him: "Come and see. How is your father recently?"

Zhang Yuming smiled and said, "Okay, I think he's been so busy recently that he's almost bored to death, why don't you ask him out to play golf, and save him from troubles with me all the time."

Jiang Yu'an smiled and said, "You're free."

Then he continued to walk down, stood beside Feng An, took a deep look at Ji Chun, but didn't say hello to him, only asked Feng An in a gentle tone: "Let's go?"

Feng An glanced at Ji Chunshen, then at Jiang Yu'an, hesitantly said: "I still have two things I want to say to him."

Jiang Yu'an nodded: "Then I'll wait for you in the car." After speaking, he took the waiter who moved the paintings down first.

When Jiang Yu'an's figure completely disappeared from everyone's sight, Ji Chunshen was the first to speak.He looked at Feng An, his face suddenly became a little weird, and his tone became eccentric: "I said why are you here, so that's how it is."

Feng An didn't react, and looked at him in confusion.

Ji Chun looked mockingly, and said: "Wu Chengliang can't do it, but Jiang Yu'an can. I originally thought you were pure and pure, three chaste and nine strong, but I didn't expect you to be picky, don't you think so?"

Feng An understood, his face flushed immediately, and he hastily argued: "No - Mr. Jiang and I don't have that kind of relationship, you misunderstood!"

Ji Chunshen stopped listening to him, turned around and walked up.

It's ridiculous, he thought, and he still felt guilty at first, thinking that he did something wrong, and I'm sorry Feng An.Unexpectedly, people are not as noble as imagined at all, they are just pick and choose to protect themselves, and refuse to help this favor in vain.

We are all grown-ups, we can talk openly about what we want, and Ji Chunshen is not a penny-pinching person, so why bother to pretend to be a good person on the surface, and ruin his future in the end?Is it just to pretend to gain sympathy?It's disgusting.

Ji Chunshen walked without looking back, Feng An chased up, and wanted to hold him back to defend himself, but Zhang Yuming stepped in and blocked Feng An like a wall.

"Hey, I said, you can do it—" He pushed Feng An: "Stop teasing me. Just because you slept with Jiang Yu'an twice, you treat yourself as a character?" He pointed Pointing at the tip of Feng An's nose, he squeezed out the words viciously through the gap between his teeth: "For the public, I advise you, don't make yourself uncomfortable."

Jiang Yu'an drove the car out of the parking lot and parked at the entrance of the clubhouse. After waiting for more than ten minutes, he saw Feng An walking out of the club with his head downcast.

Feng Anla opened the door and sat up, wearing her seat belt with the corners of her mouth drooping.

Jiang Yu'an started the car and drove up the main road, without asking what he and Ji Chunshen had said, he just said softly, "I'll pass by the hardware store later, and I can buy a few nails, and we can hang up the paintings when we go back."

Feng An was still immersed in what Ji Chunshen said just now, after a hmm, it took three or four seconds to react, and then changed his words: "It's better not to hang up, it will make a hole in the wall. "It's fine if it's the wall of his own house, Jiang Yu'an's house is so good, he doesn't want to destroy the clean wall.

Jiang Yu'an said: "It's okay, there should be hooks that won't leave holes, I'll ask in the store later."

Feng An didn't speak anymore.In fact, he is bitter and depressed now, Ji Chunshen's words just now were too hurtful, he was so sad that he didn't even want to speak.

Jiang Yu'an asked again: "Where do you want to hang it?"

Following his words, Feng An split his mind and thought about it, and felt that this painting did not match the decoration color of Jiang Yu'an's house. The color of Jiang Yu'an's house was a bit cold, giving people a very clean feeling, but the color of this painting It is rich and bright, and it must be very incongruous to hang it out - but if it is only hung for half a year, it doesn't matter if it is hidden in the guest room, anyway, you won't see it usually.When the contract expires, he will move out and just take off the painting.

"Hang it in my bedroom." He said listlessly.

Jiang Yu'an didn't quite agree with this idea: "Your bedroom doesn't have such a big blank wall. If you want to hang it, you can only hang it directly above the head of the bed. That position is not good." He thought for a moment while holding the steering wheel, and said, "Let's hang it in the porch. , there is a place there, and you can see it as soon as you enter the door, okay?"

Feng An stared straight at him, and hot and sour air rushed into his nostrils.He bit his lip hard, thinking that Mr. Jiang is so good, how could Ji Chunshen compare him with Wu Chengliang?How could they pin such nasty things on Mr. Jiang? !

He was so sad that he couldn't express it, but he refused to confide in it, as if what he said was an insult to Jiang Yu'an.Tightening the seat belt tightly with his fingers, he looked away and lowered his head, gritted his teeth and sat there holding his breath, trying not to cry, for fear of being noticed by Jiang Yu'an.

But it didn't take long for Jiang Yu'an to discover his abnormality.Changing direction to leave the main driveway, he stopped on the side of the street looking for a place, unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over to look at him, asking, "What's wrong?"

Feng An turned his face to the window with a red face, refused to speak, and was still resisting the surging emotions in his chest.

Jiang Yu'an sighed softly, he didn't mention Ji Chunshen just now, because he could see that Feng An must not have gotten any good words from Ji Chunshen.Who knew that after interrupting so much, he still failed to distract Feng An's mind.

He pinched Feng An's chin and turned his face around, looked into his eyes and asked, "What did Ji Chunshen tell you?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng An's suppressed emotions endured to the limit, and finally couldn't hold back anymore, his breath trembled, and a large tear rolled down, hitting Jiang Yu'an's back directly.

Jiang Yu'an froze for a moment, then leaned over and unfastened Feng An's seat belt, pulled him over and put him in his arms: "What's wrong?" He lightly patted him on the back, comfortingly said: "If Ji Chunshen said something wrong, Don’t take it to heart if it sounds nice. He’s going to jail for drunk driving, it’s nothing to do with you, don’t take the responsibility on yourself.”

When Feng An heard this, he cried even harder.Burying his face in Jiang Yu'an's arms, he wept and kept shaking his head.

Jiang Yu'an was almost at a loss, he hadn't dealt with this kind of situation yet—although Jiang Weining wailed a lot when he was a child, but it was all purposeful, purposeful and satisfied, so it wasn't difficult to coax.But now he didn't know why Feng An was sad.

He stroked Feng An's short hair one after another, and asked again: "What did Ji Chunshen tell you? Tell me."

Feng An was unwilling to say.

Jiang Yu'an hugged him, and said in a low voice: "If you don't tell me, then I can only call him personally."

Feng An suddenly raised his head nervously to look at him, with trembling teardrops hanging on his wet eyelashes.

Jiang Yu'an wiped away his tears, and his voice softened a bit: "Or you tell me yourself?"

Feng An buried his face back again, and hid in Jiang Yu'an's neck for a long time before stammering: "They slandered you...that you and I are..."

Jiang Yu'an immediately understood, smiled nonchalantly, and said: "It's just a little gossip, and it's not true, why are you crying?"

He pinched the back of Feng An's neck: "There are always people with wicked intentions in this world, and gossip is unavoidable. If others say what others say, you can just do your own thing."

Feng An asked sullenly, "Aren't you angry when they said that about you behind your back?"

Jiang Yu'an said: "I'm not angry. Because I know that I'm not the kind of person they say, and I'm living a good life now, so I don't need to pay attention to other people's malicious speculation."

Feng An couldn't help hugging Jiang Yu'an a little tighter, he felt that Jiang Yu'an was strong and firm, not at all like himself, and could easily feel sad for a long time because of other people's evaluation.

Jiang Yu'an is really nice, how can there be such a nice person in the world?

Jiang Yu'an hugged Feng An for a while, feeling that the other party gradually calmed down, so he took out two pieces of paper from the co-pilot's drawer, and wiped the wet tears on Feng An's face.

"Shouldn't you be 19 after Chinese New Year?" He said with a smile, "Why are you still crying like a child?"

Feng An lowered his eyes, his cheeks were still puffy from crying hard, but he looked better than usual.He stared at a button on Jiang Yu'an's chest, because he had just cried, and he spoke with a nasal voice: "Ji Chunshen is my friend, he actually said that kind of thing... I feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Yu'an frowned: "Friends don't say that kind of thing. You treat him as a friend, but he doesn't treat you as a friend. Don't associate with him again in the future."

Feng An was stunned, and suddenly said: "When I was in junior high school, he even took me to school by bicycle."

Jiang Yu'an became a little irritable for no reason: "People change. Maybe he did regard you as a friend before, but now in his heart, you are no longer as important as your interests."

Feng An looked up at him, his watery eyes were filled with sadness.

Jiang Yu'an didn't want to see him show such an expression, raised his right hand to hold his side face, and pressed his thumb on his dimple: "I brought you here today to make you happy, it seems screwed up."

Feng An closed his eyes, raised his hand to hold Jiang Yu'an's wrist, he was attached to Jiang Yu'an's temperature, and shook his head in the other's palm: "It's none of Mr. Jiang's business."

Jiang Yu stared at him quietly, his gaze fell on Feng An's lips.Young and soft lips, delicate and upright, moist and bright red, just rubbed against her defenselessly.

After a moment of blankness, Jiang Yu'an withdrew his hand.

"Sit down." His voice was slightly hoarse: "Let's go home."