The Romance of a Young Painter

Before the evening rush hour, Wen Juan came to pick up people. The exhibition was being dismantled inside, and the blackout curtain had been pulled down. The large expanse of bright red on the wall caught his attention.

"Brother." Zhou Nianjiu saw him.

"What's going on here?" Wen Ju'an has seen Zhou Nianjiu's paintings a lot, and he doesn't think that getting paint on the frame or even the surrounding walls in a public exhibition is a deliberate act by a mature creator. .

"Someone came over to make trouble and splashed a bucket of paint, so Teacher Shen drew this one impromptu," Zhou Nianjiu said, "Brother, look at this painting is very good."

"It's really good." While responding to his younger brother, Wen Ju'an was thinking of another matter: Shen Guangji is Fang Xingwei's nephew and Fang Huaimin's cousin, and someone dares to break ground on Taisui, if it is not purely personal grievances , then most likely there will be turmoil above.He glanced at Shen Guangji who was doing dispatching not far away. He had heard of him more than ten years ago, and this was the first time he had actually met him.

Shen Guangji had seen Zhou Nianjiu talking to a young man a long time ago, and he looked very familiar, now that he saw the other person looking over, he nodded his head slightly as a greeting.

Wen Ju'an also smiled back and said to Zhou Nianjiu, "Let's go if you have nothing to do. There will be a traffic jam in a while, so go and say hello to Mr. Shen."

Zhou Nianjiu said "Yes", and walked over quickly to say goodbye to Shen Guangji.

The dinner was arranged by Xu Xiaomin. She booked a private room at the time-honored meat-shabu restaurant near the studio. She followed Wen Juan's instructions and called her colleagues who were still working overtime to come with them. Although they were all strangers, Zhou Nianjiu sat in Wenju's Between An and Xu Xiaomin, they didn't feel too restrained, and a group of people had a lively meal.

The next morning, Zhou Nianjiu returned to City S, and the tenth middle school started.

In the classroom of No. [-] Middle School in S City, Zhou Nianjiu opened the newly distributed test questions. This was the first mock test this semester. It took place on the second day after school started. This means that this semester will be more dire than last semester.This has no effect on Zhou Nianjiu, he has his own review rhythm, he accepts all the exams that come, and is willing to find his omissions, the only change this semester is that the seat next to him is empty.

Meng Xing did not go back to No. [-] Middle School, and his plan to go abroad was advanced.

At this time, Meng Xing was listening to Meng Shen's lecture in the Shen family's mansion. Zhao Xianya, who had a slightly protruding belly, was sitting next to Meng Shen.During the Lunar New Year, Meng Shen had already told Meng Xing that he and Zhao Xianya had obtained a certificate, and the public wedding would be held after the child was born.

"Meng Xing, the school in country A has already arranged for you. You will go to report in a week. When you get there, you must learn well and don't get involved in any messy things. I will ask the secretary to transfer your living expenses to your account on a monthly basis..."

Meng Xing listened absent-mindedly. He wished that he was already on the land of country A, at least he didn't have to watch this man act like a loving father in front of him. Zhao Xianya, who already claimed to be the hostess in Meng's house, People, he doesn't need to use hypocritical politeness on her anymore.As far as Meng Xing knew, Li Miao had already prepared a big gift for this woman. I believe that soon, Meng Shen's marital status would return to divorce again.

A family storm was brewing, but Meng Shen, who was at the center of the storm, knew nothing about it. He was just giving his prepared remarks to Meng Xing, to the effect that his temperament of offending people everywhere was in S City. There is also the Meng family to support him. He will not be treated like this when he arrives in country A. He had better keep his tail between his legs during the years of studying, and don't cause trouble to discredit the Meng family.

And city B thousands of miles away is also undercurrents.

Wen Juan is making the final preparations for the upcoming industry summit. He has already won a 3-minute speaking opportunity for special guests before the warm-up period. He will use this 180 seconds to let the people present remember him and him The company, this will also be his first step to another level.In this regard, Wen Juan is full of fighting spirit and full of confidence.Xu Xiaomin, who was sorting out information for him, would occasionally glance at him secretly, her eyes full of admiration and fascination, she knew that this man would eventually stand on a very high position, no matter how hard she tried to climb up, she could only look up to him, and could not help but look up to him. Be side by side with him.Xu Xiaomin was not discouraged, she knew that her efforts were not in vain, even if she couldn't get what she wanted, this man would make her a better version of herself.Wen Juan knew Xu Xiaomin as well as he knew the program he built, so he assured her to be his helper. City B was the political center of Huaguo, and all forces were stationed in the field he planned to enter. In addition, some recent The signs also confirmed his guess at Shen Guangji's art exhibition a few days ago. Before he really entered the whirlpool of power, he needed to find a few more of his own people with clean backgrounds.

And Shen Guangji is also in this whirlpool. His first solo exhibition has been negatively criticized, and someone has revealed that Shen Guangji has a shady history of winning awards because of his family background, which casts a shadow over his radiant and talented painter image. .However, it was all within Shen Guangji's expectation. This trick of retreating into advance was originally designed by him. Rather than being used as a pawn in a boring political game, it is better to withdraw early.Now Shen Guangji’s plane has crossed the national border, and the plane will take seven hours to fly. He plugged headphones in his ears. There are several kinds of white noise to choose from in the sleep aid channel. He finally chose the wind blowing through the pines rustling, and pulled the blindfold down over his eyes.

Shen Guangji didn't know that someone was looking at his photo, to be precise, it was a photo of him and Zhou Nianjiu. The exhibition is arranged in such a way that the camera can’t take pictures without a flash. This is also to prevent people from taking pictures during the exhibition.This photo, which shouldn't exist, was apparently secretly taken by the people present with professional equipment. From this angle, it looks a bit like two men are kissing.

Meng Xing pinched a corner of the photo, his lips pursed into a cold arc. Although he understood that there was nothing between the two, he still felt very uncomfortable. He had just received news that his younger sister Meng Meng was in Shen's old house. Li swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

The first person who found out about Meng Meng's accident was Mrs. Fang. This old man from Fang's family soon discovered that something was wrong with her beloved granddaughter. She calmly asked for a family doctor to be called.

Meng Meng was rescued and came back, but her mental state was not very good all the time. She locked herself in the room silently all day long. She didn't want to see anyone or go to school, and she lost weight rapidly.In desperation, Shen Guangqing hired a psychiatrist for her. The doctor used a special method. Meng Meng really got better quickly. She began to be happy every day, even a little heartless. She didn't know I forgot something.

Everyone's day goes on.

After the college entrance examination, Zhou Nianjiu won the first prize in liberal arts, and successfully received the admission letter from the Chinese Department of B University.

Wenming Yuanda, the father who became the number one student in the college entrance examination again, bought Zhou Nianjiu a house near the university, which was convenient for him to live in and paint. To be fair, he also bought the house where Wen Juan's studio was located. I took it down as a business gift for my eldest son.

Zhou Nianjiu quickly adapted to life in City B. Outside of school, he often took a sketchbook and sat on the subway and bus to sketch around, getting to know the city little by little, probably because of Zhou Sulan's influence on this northern city since he was a child. An inexplicable sense of familiarity. He has seen the clear snow in Xishan, experienced the melancholy of winter in the northern country, and witnessed the green eyes after the gray winter is over.

One time when he was painting a garden full of willows by the school lake, Zhou Nianjiu received a message from Shen Guangji:

I thought it was the ice and snow of Lake Baikal that froze all life, but I never thought that melting ice and snow would be the most murderous intent.

Shen Guangji has never returned to China. He drifted from the southern Indian Ocean to Siberia. For a whole winter, he lived by the lake that was repeatedly sung by folk singers, and was accompanied by the huge ice mirror that is more beautiful than diamonds every day.When spring came, the mirror shattered, but the imaginary vitality never appeared. The warm and cold season led to the death of a large number of creatures in this community.

This made Shen Guangji sigh.

Zhou Nianjiu, a first-year student in the Department of Chinese, replied to him: You are obviously a painter, but you are more like a poet than a poet.

The two have been in touch, but not closely, mostly sending each other a message within a month or two, and only a sentence or two.

And this year, Meng Xing, who was far away in country A, received admission letters from several well-known universities. Meng Shen thought that Meng Xing was concentrating on his studies there, so he relaxed his surveillance.

Meng Shen was having a headache about the divorce lawsuit between him and Zhao Xianya. He didn't expect this woman to have such a big appetite. The astronomical alimony even made him feel pain. At this time, his face was often cloudy. Everyone in the company that has a cooperative relationship is in danger.Only Li Miao, who had been with Meng Shen for many years, could bear his violent temper in private. She calmly faced Meng Shen's outer room, knowing how to advance and retreat, and she seemed to have no ambition for Mrs. Meng's position.

Meng Meng, who recovered from illness, did not continue to go to school after graduating from high school. She worked on original songs at home, recorded them and uploaded them to the Internet. Over time, she gained a lot of friends and fans, which made Meng Meng's enthusiasm even higher.Shen Guangqing has nothing to do with her daughter's failure to do business properly. Whenever she is overwhelmed by the huge family business, she will think that if she falls down, who can Meng Meng rely on?Mrs. Fang is old, and Mr. Fang has lived in seclusion. She and Fang Huaimin, Fang Huaiguo, two cousins ​​have not been close to each other, and with Meng Meng's mentality, going to seek refuge with the Fang family, which is in the center of power in Huaguo, is probably going to make life difficult. Lin Daiyu was still trembling, and her younger brother Shen Guangji made it clear early in the morning that he would not accept the Shen family's business—but Shen Guangqing did not intend to entrust Meng Meng to Shen Guangji. She always believed that Meng Meng's romanticism was influenced by the painter's brother. Impact.

Shen Guangqing couldn't help but think of Meng Xing. This son has always been a pain in Shen Guangqing's heart. She didn't want to admit that she was selfish and weak back then, but she knew it was true.Shen Guangqing bit her lip hard, reminding herself not to be tempted to hand over the Shen family's property to a man surnamed Meng because of a momentary weakness, even though half of the Shen family's blood was flowing in this man's body.

Fang Xingwei, who lived in a paradise, would pay attention to the movements of these fringe figures in his spare time. The wind blowing from a certain direction never stopped. He told Fang Huaimin: Be careful, find the key point, and hit it with one blow.