Pleasant wood into forest

Because of his illness, Yue Mu fell into a coma all afternoon.Staying up late and working overtime for a long time made his body extremely lack of rest. Once it was out of balance, his immunity was like a young lady who lost her temper. Easy to heal.

Yang Yizun didn't go anywhere, and stayed by the side all the time.

Yue Mu is very thin, but his cheeks are fleshy, they look soft and easy to pinch.Because of the fever, his cheeks were a little red, his nose was probably blocked, and his lips were slightly parted, opening and closing gently with his breathing.

Yang Yizun stared at him for a long time, couldn't hold back, and poked Yue Mu's face with his finger.

After just touching it, his whole body seemed to have been passed by an electric current, and the roots of his ears were numb, as if what he poked was not Yue Mu's face, but the calcium carbide in the lighter.Yang Yizun was stunned for a moment, feeling a very subtle feeling, he never thought that a man's face could be so tender and soft.

"Does it feel good?"

"Okay." Yang Yizun nodded subconsciously.

Then he met a pair of dark eyes.

Yang Yizun: "..."

Yue Mu: "..."

"You son of a bitch." Yue Mu slapped him on the back and helped him to sit up.His head was still dizzy and he couldn't exert much force, so he leaned back against the sofa and rubbed his eyes.

"what time is it?"

"06:30."

"What?" Yue Mu was shocked, "I slept for four hours?"

Looking back, the sun has set, but it is not.

"I haven't finished my work..." Yue Mu struggled to get up and turned on the computer screen.

Yang Yizun didn't stop him, and waited for Yue Mu to finish watching in a daze, before he said, "It's almost finished."

Yue Mu didn't realize it at first, but when he understood Yang Yizun's words, he had done most of the work while he was asleep, and he didn't quite believe it, so he glanced at the read emails on the screen several times, and took another The stack of documents in my hand went back and forth several times before confirming.

"you……"

Yang Yizun looked at him at the same level, his face was calm, as if there was no fluctuation in his heart.

However, Yue Mu could see the boy's mental activities from his suddenly bent fingers, suppressed a smile, and boasted along his hair: "Not bad, I still have a little ability."

Yang Yizun hooked the corners of his mouth, and quickly turned his face away, pretending to be profound.

Unexpectedly, this guy is still playing the route of inner drama, Yue Mu is happy, feeling that his illness is mostly cured, he took out a piece of change and gave him: "Disciple, go and buy a bowl of porridge for Master."

Hearing this, Yang Yizun glanced him up and down: "You are at most the second senior brother." After speaking, he went out.

The second senior brother was physically disabled and strong, not only finished all the tasks of the whole group with a high fever, but also distributed them to their respective mailboxes, and urged the employees to come back to work tomorrow.

Yang Yizun had nothing to do with him, knowing that Yue Mu had such a personality, and he couldn't change it for a while, so he could only let him go.

I don't know if Yue Mu's actions made some thin-skinned employees feel guilty. Most of them came to work the next day, and a small number of them were still unwilling to come. After hearing about it, they came here in a hurry.

Herd mentality is probably like this. When everyone is absent from work together, you will be fearless, but when you are alone, you will be panicked.People are not afraid of anything, but they are afraid of being alone.

Near the end of get off work in the afternoon, Yue Mu received a call.

"Master Zhou refused?"

Yang Yizun walked into the office and saw Yue Mu tapping his fingers on the table with a solemn expression: "What's going on, didn't you agree to participate in this interview? We made the preview, how did you talk to him?  … What? You only contacted his assistant?... Forget it, give me the phone number."

Then Yue Mu hung up the phone, and before Yang Yizun could ask, he dialed another number.

"Is it Assistant Chen? Hello, hello, I'm the person in charge of "Green Lemon"..." Before Yue Mu finished speaking, the other end hung up with a "click".

"Why did you hang up?" Yue Mu muttered, and wanted to call again, but Yang Yizun couldn't stand it anymore: "Don't call, he won't accept your interview."

Yue Mu turned his head, and Yang Yizun handed him the magazine in his hand: ""Summer Wind" has already been pre-empted."

"Summer Wind" is a new magazine published recently. Its market positioning and content style are very similar to "Green Lemon".Yue Mu didn't want to speculate on others with the heart of a villain. After all, there are many magazines running these days, and it's okay to come up with an idea, but he didn't expect the other party to come directly to snatch people this time, with such obvious intentions. Yue Mu It doesn't matter if you don't get angry.

Master Zhou Zhou Qingyan is a well-known painter overseas, especially for his abstract oil paintings. Some time ago, he held an exhibition abroad, which earned a lot of face for the Chinese people.Yue Mu tried every means to get online with the other party, and made an appointment for an interview this week, but he didn't expect the other party to skip the ticket temporarily.

"But the preview has already been made, and the time is so short, where can I find another artist? If we can't do the interview, we can only postpone it. If we can't complete the task by then, the bonus will be deducted by the 'mysterious man'."

Yang Yizun looked at his dejected look, and wanted to reach out and touch his head very itchy.

"Speaking of which, I'm still poor. If only I were the son of the big boss..."

Yang Yizun choked with a "cough" and withdrew his hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Yue Mu turned his head and looked at him strangely.

"It's okay." Yang Yizun turned around to get water to drink.

Yue Mu stared at his back, suddenly had an idea, stepped forward and dragged him out: "Teacher, go and meet someone with me."

The two walked downstairs, Yang Yizun was about to take a taxi, Yue Mu took out a car key and beckoned him to get in the car.

"your car?"

"It's from the unit," Yue Mu sat in the driver's seat, "This car is not used frequently, and it is only used once when receiving big leaders. Today we just use it for a while."

Compared with Yue Mu's private use of the public car, Yang Yizun was more surprised that he could drive a car—you know, Yue Mu's movements of getting out of the taxi were jerky and almost clumsy.

Yue Mu rubbed his palms, and fumbled up and down the steering wheel with both hands, but it didn't start.

Is it really just for show?Yang Yizun tilted his head and looked at him, expecting in his heart, will he ask me for help?

"I suddenly remembered something that I forgot to tell you..." Yue Mu turned his head and smiled at Yang Yizun, "I'm not very civilized when I drive, I hope I won't scare you later."

"Not very civilized?" Yang Yizun regained his spirit.

Yue Mu's expression was a bit indescribable, he nodded, started the car, kicked the accelerator and blasted the car out.

When the car drove on the road, Yang Yizun finally understood what Yue Mu meant. At the same time, he was also extremely shocked. Yue Mu looked at such a gentle and gentle person, who would usually be embarrassed to speak loudly. Like a person.That wild swearing, flamboyant horn, rough stopper action, and free gas pedal, are they really the big sheep in his heart who is submissive?

"Can you fucking get out of the way, everyone is as slow as a turtle grandson..."

Yang Yizun was tormented by the constant sudden braking, his stomach was a little queasy, his face was pale, and he almost vomited when he passed an alley, Yue Mu braked and came to a perfect side stop, and he choked in again.

"I'm sorry, I can't control it all the time." After parking the car, Yue Mu apologized.

"No, nothing..." Yang Yizun's face was pale and pale, and he got out of the car with soft legs, his movements were so wobbly, his whole person looked pitiful that he had been ravaged.

Yue Mu didn't go into the alley, but led Yang Yizun to the fruit stand around the corner, weighed a few catties of apples and grapefruits, and bought a box of high-calcium milk for Yang Yizun to carry.

"Just buy these, is that enough?" Yang Yizun glanced at the high-end health products section.

Yue Mu knew what he was thinking, and said: "Enough, that old man is very strange, he hates the health care products sold in supermarkets the most, but these cheap and delicious fruits are what he likes, he doesn't like bananas, he doesn't like them. Impatient."

When he got downstairs, Yang Yizun knew that he was going to see Yue Mu's master.The importance of this person to Yue Mu is self-evident, and Yang Yizun also showed full courtesy, calling "Professor Ye" respectfully.

That tone was so solemn that it seemed to call him my father-in-law.

"I have something urgent to ask you for help." Yue Mu said straight to the point as soon as he entered the room.

Elder Ye is obviously used to him: "What kind of trouble are you poking again?"

Yang Yizun picked the fruit to the kitchen to wash and cut into pieces, and listened to the master and apprentice talking about magazine interviews in the living room.

The house was very old, and several pieces of the wall covering on the top were missing, but it was kept very clean, and the faucet was polished. It could be seen that the old man was a diligent and serious person.

Yang Yizun is not good at kitchen work, he cut a few pieces of fruit very "abstract".If it was at his own home, he would probably have thrown it into the trash can, but at Mr. Ye's place, he would probably be scolded for wasting it when he looked back, so he had to reluctantly take it out. Fortunately, the two outside the house were obsessed with their business and didn't care.

"...Firstly, it can help me solve my urgent needs, and secondly, it can also promote you. I want to put together some of your previous Chinese paintings. Do you have any objection?"

Ye Lao listened and thought for a long time on the rattan chair: "This is not good."

"Master, just help me once." Yue Mu said with a bitter face, "We have failed to meet the standard for two consecutive months. If we fail this month, I will be ashamed to see others in the future."

Ye Lao let out a "tsk" and knocked Yue Mu on the head with a newspaper: "You boy, cooperate with what I owed you in my previous life."

Knowing that he agreed, Yue Mu immediately smiled, and poked an apple with a toothpick to show his courtesy: "Come, master, eat some fruit."

After finishing the interview, Yue Mu's whole body seemed to be fully charged again, and he wanted to jump up on the way back.

"So happy, aren't you hungry?" Yang Yizun walked behind with his hands in his pockets.

"I'm not hungry, I just ate the apple." Yue Mu's mind was full of magazines, "The theme of the next issue is music, tell me, why don't I learn a musical instrument? Violin? Is one month enough?"

It was already dark, the street lights were dim, and the two walked one after the other.Looking at Yue Mu's indistinct face in the dim light, Yang Yizun had an illusion for a moment, he always felt that this scene was predestined, and it seemed that he had known each other in a dream.

People often feel that a certain behavior or speech of theirs happened somewhere, but when they think about it carefully, they have no clue. Scientists can't explain it, and can only attribute it to the existence of parallel time and space.

Yang Yizun doesn't know if there is a parallel time and space, but he is sure that no matter which time and space it is, the result will not be any different. This is also his purpose of returning to China after traveling thousands of miles.

"One month?" Yang Yizun smiled, "Go and learn allegro, you can perform on stage if you learn it well, and you can beg for food if you don't learn it well."

"Then I might as well learn to knock the wooden fish. If I knock it well, I can ascend to heaven, and if I knock it badly, I can send others to heaven—" Yue Mu suddenly stopped, then turned around, and ran towards him.

Yang Yizun was startled, and hurriedly grabbed his arm.The standing positions of the two changed positions, and Yang Yizun protected him inside: "What's wrong?"

"There's a dog in front, it's scary!" Yue Mu didn't want to be burdened by Master at all, and pulled him tightly.

Yang Yizun didn't wear a few clothes when he went out, and when he pinched his flesh, he gasped secretly in pain, but he was happy in his heart, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I'll go and have a look."

Yang Yizun patted his arm to comfort him. When he walked over and poked his head, he saw a palm-sized native dog squatting on the ground in the corner. It seemed that he had not been born long ago, and his whole body was fluffy.

"... Terrible?" Yang Yizun's mouth twitched.

"It's the little ones that are scary," Yue Mu hid behind him, raised his head, and said confidently, "It hurts when a puppy bites someone."

Yang Yizun didn't argue with him, and picked up the little milk dog and put it under the window sill of a family, where there was an old shoe box.

"Is that all right?"

Yue Mu was nervously stretching his neck to look at the puppy, Yang Yizun suddenly turned his head, the two almost kissed each other, and avoided each other embarrassingly.

"Okay, let's go, let's go." Yue Mu touched his nose, bowed his head and left.

As soon as Ye Lao's painting was published, it caused a sensation as expected, and the mailbox in the agency was almost full.Many people commented that these paintings are of a very high standard, thinking that Ye Lao is a legacy of the Chinese painting world.Even a good person wrote a long review, analyzing the painting from the aspects of composition, coloring, etc., claiming that his brushstrokes hide a kind of integrity that is missing in this era.

In the next few pages of interviews, Yue Mu also deliberately mentioned the fact that Mr. Ye used his pension to support poor students, earning him a lot of fans for a while.One of them is said to be the son of a wealthy businessman, and he declared that he would buy his authentic works at a price of 30 yuan. Of course, it is hard to say whether to buy them for collection or hoarding.

In contrast, the reaction from "Summer Wind" was much flatter.As a master of oil painting, Zhou Qingyan has been interviewed by the media many times before, but this interview did not bring out any new ideas. In addition, Zhou Qingyan has lived abroad for a long time, and the popularity of the public is low, so the topicality is far behind.

Judging from the results of all aspects, "Green Lemon" was actually the winner in this competition of painters.