love you like yesterday

"But there are no pickles at home..."

Xiu Luo took a look at the 'pickle jar', and then saw a line of small characters engraved on the bottom of the transparent glass bottle - premium Korean ginseng.

"...Korean ginseng or something, it shouldn't be too expensive, right?" Xiu Luo put on a cute baby face, blinking at Jiang Wenyu.

Well, even if it was expensive this time, it couldn't be said to be expensive. Jiang Wenyu spent a lot of effort to adjust the relationship between the two of them to a relatively normal state. What is a bottle of Koryo Ginseng?

Besides, the kid hasn't acted like a baby with him for a long time, and the soft ending seems to have a hook, which makes him inexplicably happy.

So Mr. Jiang gritted his teeth and smiled very happily: "It's not expensive, it's a gift from someone else anyway, just throw it away, it's useless, it's better to use it for flower arrangement."

These words are very stupid. If Xiao Bing knew that the red ginseng he made himself was thrown away as pickles, he would probably knock off the roof of Jiang Wenyu's house.

Xiu Luo tidied up the eustoma briefly, inserted it into the big bottle of Korean ginseng, turned around and threw the bottle into Jiang Wenyu's arms, "I'll see you off."

Jiang Wenyu put the 'vase' on the windowsill of his room, and when he came back, Xiu Luo was catching fish with his bare hands.

Xiu Luo wanted to transfer the fish from the bowl to the fish tank, but those two little fish were obviously not very obedient.

Jiang Wenyu walked over and reached out to catch the fish together.

Two people reached in with their hands close to the side of the big bowl, surrounded the goldfish together, formed a human flesh fishing net, and caught two goldfish, one black and one red.

The black one was so lively that it almost jumped out of their hands.

Xiu Luo and Jiang Wenyu's fingertips overlapped, even though it was only a few seconds, Xiu Luo couldn't help thinking about it.

Jiang Wenyu smiled and said, "It's as dark as you, it doesn't stop."

"Red like you, too old to swim anymore." Xiu Luo retorted unceremoniously.

"Hey! No personal attacks!"

After finally putting the two fish away, Xiu Luo went back to the house and changed his clothes to take a bath.

When he came out with his clothes, Jiang Wenyu was on the balcony talking on the phone.

Xiu Luo listened, and only heard Jiang Wenyu say something like the sooner the better, probably to urge him to work.

When Xiu Luo came out of the bathroom, he saw the light in the study room was on, and walked over to see Jiang Wenyu lying in front of the computer, drawing something on the digital board.

Xiu Luo symbolically knocked on the door twice, walked behind Jiang Wenyu and knocked twice on his arched back: "Pay attention to your manners."

Jiang Wenyu stretched his neck: "I don't want to either, my shoulder hurts too much."

Xiu Luo put his hands on Jiang Wenyu's shoulders and kneaded them for him, just in time to see the content on Jiang Wenyu's computer.

On the computer are the samples taken in the past two days, and Jiang Wenyu is editing the pictures.

"Is there no one in your company? Ask the CEO to edit the picture?" Xiu Luo subconsciously laughed.

Jiang Wenyu stretched his shoulders, and jokingly said: "I am a brick in Jinyang, so I can move it wherever I need it, and besides, there are two old Buddhas above me listening to the government behind the curtain. I can't do it without paying."

Xiu Luo cut it, obviously not believing Jiang Wenyu's nonsense.

Xiu Yang and Jiang Wenjin were far away in Shanghai, and the emperor was far away, so he didn't have the time to worry about Jiang Wenyu's daily fishing or devotion in Jiangzhou.

"Didn't you go to Shanghai before? Why did you come back later?" Xiu Luo continued to squeeze Jiang Wenyu's shoulders, but Jiang Wenyu enjoyed it happily, even stopping what he was doing.

After listening to Xiu Luo's words, Jiang Wenyu organized his words carefully, for fear of stepping on a child's minefield.

"At that time... your mother and your godmother didn't know when I left Jiangzhou. I told the people in the company that I went to Shanghai for a while. Later, there was a brand that wanted to plan a project. You The godmother couldn't contact me, so she knew that I was gone. The two of them may have realized their conscience. They felt that leaving me here alone was too stressful, so they transferred me to the head office. At that time, they didn't think about what to do. Faced with you, I agreed, but I didn't expect..."

"Didn't expect what?" Xiu Luo stared at Jiang Wenyu's reflection in the blacked out computer screen, thinking of Jiang Wenyu at that time, he managed to restrain the strength in his hands.

"I didn't expect you to be gone when I came back," Jiang Wenyu sipped guiltily, "After staying in Shanghai for two years, I always came back with allergies."

So, Jiang Wenyu's return to Jiangzhou was not because of him...Xiu Luo spurned himself in his heart and acted affectionately.

"Is that so..."

Jiang Wenyu nodded, suddenly thought of something, grabbed Xiu Luo's hand on his shoulder, twisted his body and asked him: "When you come back this time, is it temporary or permanent?"

Xiu Luo looked at Jiang Wenyu, feeling revengeful, he withdrew his hand, "For now."

Jiang Wenyu hurriedly asked: "How long will you stay? When will you be back next time?"

Xiu Luo wandered to the door, ready to go back to the house: "It's hard to say."

"Hey! You kid, it's hard to say what it is." Jiang Wenyu was in a hurry.

Xiu Luo had already taken a step forward, but when he heard Jiang Wenyu's words, he backed away: "No one misses me, so why should I come back?"

again.

Jiang Wenyu sighed helplessly again.

As for Xiu Luo, taking one step as three steps, he lingered at the door of the study for a long time, but he didn't come to Jiang Wenyu to say "I miss you".

What a mess.

During the dog days, cicadas are probably the only creatures with the strength to scream.

Jiang Wenyu got up on time from 10 to [-], and Xiao Han sent at least [-] WeChat messages in [-] minutes about the father of the funder who was going to meet today.

"Where's Dai Shan? Let her go." Jiang Wenyu replied.

-Xiao Han: Sister Dai said that she is writing the copywriting for Meiyi, and she is not free.

Jiang Wenyu introspects [-] times a day: Is he really the boss?

When going out, Xiu Luo also followed: "Go to your company to use the air conditioner."

Jiang Wenyu: "..."

I'm not so poor that I can't pay the electricity bill, am I?

After arriving at the company, Xiu Luo didn't even say hello, and went straight to an office.

Jiang Wenyu was a little jealous when he saw Xiuluo knocking on Xiao Bing's office door.

Most of the people in the company were working overtime yesterday to do the post-production of the new beauty brand advertisement. At this moment, there are only a few employees except the front desk girl and cleaning lady.

When Jiang Wenyu made himself a cup of coffee, Xiao Han and Dai Shan pushed the door in from the balcony.

On a hot day, Dai Shan was still unmoved with big waves, and Xiao Han turned into a pony under her backdrop.

"Hey, Ma boy, when did you make an appointment with the client?"

Xiao Han glanced at his watch: "Ten o'clock, now we are ready to go."

Holding the cigarette case and lighter in her hands, Dai Shan folded her arms and said with a smile, "Boss Jiang has worked hard."

Jiang Wenyu looked around the office, hooked his fingers at Dai Shan, and whispered something in her ear.

Xiao □□ looked down at the documents in his hand, and when he remembered to join in the fun, Dai Shan had already drifted away, and before leaving, he gave Jiang Wenyu an OK gesture.

"Let's go, don't stand still." Jiang Wenyu slapped Xiao Han.

Xiao Han pursed his lips: "Boss, you can't treat them differently, so for beautiful women..."

Xiu Luo came out of the photocopying room with a stack of A4 papers in his hand, he didn't hear clearly what Xiao Han said later, and he didn't want to hear clearly.

The picture just now is still imprinted in my mind.

He could even imagine the smell of perfume that Jiang Wenyu smelled the moment he approached Dai Shan.

Xiu Luo was stunned for a while, then adjusted his posture, and went to find Xiao Bing with his things.

Xiao Bing’s position in Jinyang is an art director, but Jinyang is a hodgepodge of miscellaneous people from top to bottom. Even the CEO can repair a picture part-time. Of course, the art director has to “make the best use of everyone.” ".

When Xiu Luo came to find Xiao Bing, Xiao Bing was trying to use 3DMAX to create a dragon.

As a result, more than an hour has passed since he sat here in the morning, and he was still at the stage of researching software. When Xiu Luo knocked on the door of the office, Xiao Bing suddenly realized that Jiang Wenyu was looking for trouble.

Xiu Luo and Xiao Bing are also old acquaintances, having traveled and drank together five years ago.

Moreover, Xiao Bing was one of the few people in the branch who knew Xiu Luo's identity, so Xiu Luo could feel more at ease with him.

"Why is it taking so long, and the printer is broken again?" Xiao Bing was putting wolfberries in the thermos, and asked when he heard the door open.

Xiu Luo coughed lightly, "It's not broken, there's no more paper in the paper box."

Xiao Bing soaked the goji berries, and brought Xiu Luo a can of canned coffee: "Your uncle is too rich, and the company has nothing else, so you can make do with it. Uncle treats you to a good lunch."

Xiu Luo smiled: "It's okay, I can drink whatever I want."

The two sat down on the small sofa by the window, and Xiu Luo handed the things in his hand to Xiao Bing.

bother you for something.

Xiu Luo came to Xiao Bing this time because he encountered some problems in the process of completing the project.

He wanted to incorporate some elements of flower-and-bird painting into Bi She's works, but Tang Tao was not very able to get Xiu Luo's design concept because of cultural differences.It happened that Xiao Bing had studied Chinese painting before, so he was better than Xiu Luo, who was a half-way monk, so Xiu Luo wanted to come here for free.

Xiao Bing flipped through Xiu Luo's sketch, with approval on his face: "Not bad, it's rare that someone in your generation wants to make a new Chinese style, not bad."

Xiu Luo smiled embarrassingly: "I'm a layman, just a little interested. I looked at the domestic market development in the past two years, and the new Chinese style is still very popular. It not only retains the style of traditional Chinese furniture, but also has no tradition. The Chinese style is so boring, and it has a good acceptance among young people."

"That's right, the new Chinese style can be regarded as a compromise between the traditional furniture style and reality." Xiao Bing clicked on the picture on the paper, "Are you making a set of flower and bird ornaments?"

Xiu Luo glanced at it: "Yes, it matches the design of the partition and lamp."

"The new Chinese style we are talking about now is actually a fusion of modern elements and the home furnishing concept of the Tang, Ming and Qing Dynasties. It depends on whether your main tone is close to the Tang style or the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Flower and bird paintings in different periods are different. Tang and Song Dynasties During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, after the research and development of predecessors, flower-and-bird painting began to focus on brush and ink and style, which is what we often call the style of freehand flower-and-bird painting."

Xiu Luo listened very carefully. His current research direction is home design. In the past six months, he has become interested in classical culture. Then he thought of making new Chinese style, and even wanted to specialize in the design of new Chinese style furniture after graduation.

It’s just that the new Chinese style needs to be done well. It’s not as simple as just engraving cloud patterns on the furniture and adding two classical ornaments. If you don’t understand the evolution of classical furniture, the final things you make will only be nondescript.

Afterwards, the two discussed some details of the design for a long time. It is not a simple matter to create details on the premise of ensuring that the furniture conforms to ergonomics, and it requires constant polishing and carving.

Finally, Xiao Bing slapped his forehead: "Speaking of this freehand flower and bird, I remember that your uncle made a design several years ago and used this. You can go to him to have a look, maybe it can be of some help to you."

When Xiu Luo heard Xiao Bing mentioning Jiang Wenyu, he didn't know what to think of, and he propped his chin for a long time before nodded bluntly: "Okay."

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Source: "A Study on the Evolution of the Style of Freehand Flower and Bird Painting in Ming and Qing Dynasties" by Zhang Hongbo

"Research on Chinese Modern Furniture Design Style" Peng Yueying

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