The Romance of a Young Painter

Mitnick sat down carelessly, and calmly directed the assistant who had just brought him in: "There is no sugar in the coffee."

Wen Juan nodded to the assistant, and the young man quickly brought over what Mitnick asked for, and then closed the door and went out.

Mitnick took a sip comfortably and said, "Dear J, it seems that you have finally changed your mind and want to compete with me. Come on, let's fight for [-] rounds."

Wen Ju'an directly refused: "I'm sorry Mitnick, I'm afraid I don't have the time. I'm looking for a chief technology officer with outstanding capabilities. He will coordinate the development of computer system anti-intrusion programs for me. Before I find this person , I need to complete this work myself, and I don’t have time to compete with you personally.”

"Oh no!" Mitnick asked with a disappointed expression, "How long will it take you to find someone?"

Wen Juan said: "I don't know, maybe a month, maybe a year or more, you must know that people who are proficient in hacking and anti-hacker skills are not so easy to find."

"But my visa will expire soon," Mitnick scratched his head in distress. He walked up and down the office, and suddenly had an idea, and said, "Why don't I do this for you first, the condition is During this period, you cannot refuse my challenge request."

Wen Ju'an seemed a little moved by this proposal, but he quickly shook his head and said, "Thank you very much for your willingness to help me, but Mitnick, the project I want to do will be in line with the government department in the future, you don't know Huaguo In the political environment, I am worried that you will be mistaken for ulterior motives."

"Fucking politics!" Mitnick cursed loudly, "Dear J, I thought you knew I was just trying to show those idiots that their defenses were weak."

Mitnick had a history of being secretly wanted by country A for hacking into the Ministry of National Defense database anonymously. In the end, he was imprisoned for a month for minor punishments because he did not cause substantial losses.

Wen Juan said: "Of course I know that if you sell the information you know to the KGB, country A may need to spend several billions to redeploy air defense, but you didn't do that."

Mitnick said proudly: "Of course, I am a man who is only crazy about hacking technology."

Wen Juan said: "So I don't want to cause trouble for you, and there is a big difference between Huaguo and country A. Although you can easily crack the anti-hacking system of any network portal in country A and sneak into their backdoors, the intricate Huaguo It will be a challenge for you in the online environment.”

"Sounds interesting," Mitnick said. "Dear J, what you've said has managed to pique my interest. Be sure to count me in for this project. I'm free from titles if you want, of course, if you want to." Fight me."

Wen Juan thought for a while, then stood up and gave him a high-five: "Deal."

After Mitnick was settled, Wen Juan asked his assistant to handle the other party's visa extension and a series of things about entering the job, and he went into a certain system proficiently.He entered the three words "Zhou Mengdie", and the information came out quickly. When he saw the last part, Wen Ju'an gave a confused "Huh", he downloaded the information, and then entered "Zhou Sulan" again.

After comparing the two documents, Wen Juan frowned. He found that the matter was more complicated than he had imagined. He quickly followed the clues and continued to investigate. He didn't return to his residence from the office until late at night.

Wen Juan took off his glasses and soaked in the bathtub. He rubbed his swollen eyes, thinking about what he just found out.

Judging from the data, Zhou Mengdie and Zhou Sulan are two completely unrelated people. In the first 22 years, except that they were both from City B, they had completely different life trajectories. However, Zhou Mengdie's life ended abruptly at the age of 22. So far, the last page of the information is her death certificate.However, Zhou Sulan's information continued after she was 22 years old. She went to S City to settle down and work, then got married and changed her household registration, and finally died nine years ago.

If Xiao Nian did not mistake her mother, then the aunt Zhou who lived with them was Zhou Mengdie. As for the Zhou Sulan before the age of 22, she either died or did not exist at all.Wen Ju'an doesn't think that Aunt Zhou has so much energy to do these things. Who is behind the scenes?What did Aunt Zhou hide about the past?Does father Wenmingyuan know these things?And Xiao Nian's biological father, that man named Joyce, is he really just an ordinary reporter?And the most important thing besides this is, if the truth of the matter may destroy Xiao Nian's peaceful life, how can he minimize this destructiveness?

Wen Juan slowly immersed his whole body in the water, the water overflowed from the edge of the bathtub and flowed to the ground, and then flowed into the sewer along the mosaic pattern.

Zhou Nianjiu didn't know that the investigation would bring up so many doubts. He was cleaning up the mess after Fang Leye left. The other party had a problem of throwing things around. He had to find these things and put them back in the original place before the housekeeping aunt came to clean up tomorrow. Location.While doing this, he received a message:

I'm Chen Yi. It's a pleasure meeting you today. We're all in City B. Let's keep in touch in the future.

Zhou Nianjiu didn't know where she got his communication number, he hesitated for a moment, but still replied: OK.

This short word made Chen Yi angry and funny, she threw the phone aside, picked it up again after thinking about it, and made a call: "You help me check someone...well, it's a man...no, not a boyfriend , is a person I met in high school before, named Zhou Nianjiu...you help me find out what's going on with his family, and also, find out if he has a girlfriend now..."

At this time, Zhou Nianjiu didn't know that Chen Yi had already taken a fancy to him, but in the next few days he received messages from Chen Yi from time to time, and once received a call from her asking him to go out to play. The routine of chasing someone, but the other party didn't say it clearly, and it was inconvenient for him to refuse, which made him very distressed.

One day, Zhou Nianjiu was a guest at Meng Meng's side, and Shen Guangji had something to go out, so Meng Meng dragged him to listen to the music she made, and when he heard the chorus part, his cell phone rang.

Zhou Nianjiu hurriedly turned off her voice and apologized to Meng Meng, then went to check the caller ID, it was Chen Yi, this was already the third or fourth call since that day, and it was probably another invitation.

"Who is it?" Meng Meng asked him.

"I met a girl I used to know by chance a while ago." Zhou Nianjiu said.

"You don't answer?" Meng Meng pointed to the incoming call that was still on.

"Ah..." Zhou Nianjiu hesitated for a moment, then said distressedly, "I don't really want to take it."

"Is she chasing you?" Meng Meng asked him with a narrow smile.

"Probably." Zhou Nianjiu said a little embarrassed.

"You don't like her?" Meng Meng asked directly.

"Yes." Zhou Nianjiu's answer was also very direct.

"Do you want me to help you get rid of her?" Meng Meng winked at him.

Zhou Nianjiu looked at Meng Meng in confusion.

Meng Meng signaled Zhou Nianjiu to give her the phone.

"Hello." Meng Meng signaled Zhou Nianjiu not to speak, and then turned on the speakerphone.

Chen Yi didn't expect that it would be a girl who answered the phone, so she asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

"I'm Zhou Nianjiu's girlfriend," Meng Meng seemed not to have heard Chen Yi's hostility, she sweetly said to him, "It's not convenient for him to answer the phone now, what can you do with him?"

"I'm also his female friend, who are you, I don't think I've heard him mention you?" Chen Yi remembered that Zhou Nianjiu didn't have a girlfriend from the information she found, so she almost used the word female friend Said in a sarcastic tone.

"It's a girlfriend, not a female friend," Meng Meng corrected Chen Yi, she quickly glanced at the phone screen, and then said sweetly, "Chen Yi, I know you, every female friend of Nianjiu, oh , No, even the girls I know who are not female friends have reported to me."

Chen Yi's face turned green with anger, she found an excuse and hung up the phone, and then dialed another number to ask Xingshi for her crime.

"Pretend to me, I'm sick of you." Meng Meng listened to the beeps on the phone with a smile, and when she had had enough of laughing, she said to Zhou Nianjiu, "How is it? You did a good job, right?"

Zhou Nianjiu said, "Well, Meng Meng, thank you."

Meng Meng returned the phone to Zhou Nianjiu, and said: "You heard it too, this Chen Yi is not a good person. Zhou Nianjiu, you are just too kind, you should be ruthless to this kind of person."

Zhou Nianjiu grumbled, "The other party is a girl after all..."

Meng Meng thumped him and said, "Little monk, haven't you heard that the woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger?" She had already gossiped that Zhou Nianjiu had never been in a relationship, and sometimes she would tease him about it.

Zhou Nianjiu let out an "ah", a little speechless.

Meng Meng glared at him angrily.

After Chen Yi's disturbance, Meng Meng didn't have the heart to show off her music anymore, so she simply changed into Hanfu and posed next to the piano, asking Zhou Nianjiu to draw a portrait as a thank you gift.This couldn't be easier for Zhou Nianjiu who likes to draw, not to mention Meng Meng's Hanfu style is very good, so he has the urge to draw it.

Shen Guangji happened to see this scene when he came back.

Zhou Nianjiu sat in front of the window holding a brush in his hand, and the tip of the pen outlined the girl's beautiful outline. In his eyes, Meng Meng had an aura that was different from girls of the same age. This aura sometimes gave Zhou Nianjiu the illusion that he was in a Reality is still in a dream. At this moment, when he drew Meng Meng's smiling expression, he fell into such a state again, but his painting instinct drove him to describe every detail of Meng Meng. Because of his concentration, he couldn't notice anything else, and of course he didn't notice Shen Guangji who had already walked to the door.

Meng Meng didn't see Shen Guangji either. If she was just like any girl of her age who developed a subtle affection for Zhou Nianjiu, who is the opposite sex, then she has already been deeply attracted by Zhou Nianjiu's eyes. .She couldn't describe what kind of feeling it was like, like something that she always thought was safe and harmless was quietly stretching out its claws, but she didn't know anything about it, and when the danger was approaching, she could no longer escape.

Shen Guangji quietly stared at Zhou Nianjiu, who was painting outside the door. His blue eyes, which were always deliberately hidden, were a little confused. This kind of confusion carried a kind of inadvertent temptation, which made the person who was watching unconsciously. deep in it.Shen Guangji had clearly seen that Meng Meng was captured.

But Shen Guangji knew that this was actually a dangerous illusion, because behind the obvious confusion was an almost ruthless concentration. You can feel the purity of Zhou Nianjiu's heart that can't be touched, this purity can't be influenced by anything, and it keeps outside things out of his world, in which there is actually only painting itself.

Shen Guangji clenched his fists involuntarily. Ever since he had the perception of beauty, he has been pursuing contradictory and pure things, which are a kind of extravagant purity and cruel innocence. This pursuit has established his consistent painting style .He once pinned his hopes on the young Meng Meng, because the girl at that time would occasionally inspire him. As a result, this rash decision brought him a lot of unnecessary troubles, and even caused him to encounter creative bottlenecks.It took Shen Guangji three years to adjust to the state before he stepped on the fork in the road. He told himself not to place any hope in finding what he was looking for in reality, but at this moment, he found that the young man who was painting without distractions moved him. He seemed to have a voice shouting: This is it!

Shen Guangji turned around abruptly, the courtyard was empty, it was clearly the voice from his heart just now.

He took a few steps towards the atrium, then turned back again, and pushed open the half-open door.