Qingqiu [Transmigration Book]

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the white shutters looked a little gloomy under the projection of the sun.

Sitting on the leather swivel chair in his office, Mu Qingqiu rubbed his brows, feeling his eyes were a little sore.

Looking at the analysis outline that he had listed, he thought about how to pick out some flaws in Bai Yanyue's project.

...Sure enough, do you still want to take the time to visit the scene?

Suddenly, the phone rang without warning—"Hello?...Oh, please leave it at the front desk. I'll be at noon...No, wait a minute, I'll send someone down to pick it up right away."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qingqiu looked around for a week before realizing that he asked Zhou Xiaoqing to copy the materials, so he stood up and went to the next room to have a look.

"Jun Yu, do me a favor. Go downstairs and bring up the industry analysis report. The person should be at the front desk... Take me to the office in a while, and the contact number will be sent to your mobile phone. Thank you."

"Okay, Mr. Mu." Qi Junyu went downstairs with his mobile phone in hand.

Just as he was about to go back to the office, Mu Qingqiu suddenly remembered, turned around and asked, "By the way, Tian Xun, how is the analysis going? It should be finished before noon, right? Can you send it to me before dinner?"

"Oh, I see." Tian Xun didn't lift his head.

"Okay. Menghan, let's take a rest. Thank you for your hard work. I'll be here as soon as the morning exercise is over."

Gu Suo placed the colorful palette and stabilized the fan-shaped pen on the easel.

"Well, it's okay." Shen Menghan brushed her long hair by her ears, got off the plaster table, leaned over to pick up the cup on the chair, twisted the straw with her index finger, took a small sip, and swallowed it silently.

"Senior, have you finished painting? May I have a look?" Putting down the powder blue ocean water glass, Shen Menghan flicked the bangs on his forehead and asked softly.That voice is very pleasant, like a stream in a deep forest, and its tone is like a bell like jade.

"Yes." Gu Chen put down the pointed pen and said softly.

Because last time the inspiration came from Mu Qingqiu imitating the four-faced Van Gogh's brushstrokes with a pencil, so Gu Suang's new series is black and white, and occasionally he will fill in a few warm colors to highlight his expression.

On the canvas is a girl dancing solo, with long flowing hair and a graceful dancing posture. The creamy yellow figure exudes ivory white light. The white light gradually drives away the darkness, and is swallowed by the darkness, leaving only lead white. Although the dance clothes are gray, I'm afraid the famous oil painter couldn't count how many kinds of grays are mixed in it.

Light and darkness impact the vision, and the black of the back panel highlights the beauty of the movement.

Needless to say, the prototype is Shen Menghan.

For Gu Chen, Shen Menghan is his muse.

Up to now, his new series of paintings have basically been completed, with a total of 12 pieces.However, the last painting "The Dance of Life" still needs to be polished.

Every time I finish a painting, I always feel that it is perfect itself, but when I wake up the next day, I always feel that it is not perfect.

"Senior is amazing. Even black, white and gray can be rendered so perfectly. I really can't imagine that this is actually based on my drawing. My movements are obviously not so soft."

"No, no, there are people of my level everywhere, and I'm still far behind." Gu Chen waved his hands, not daring to accept the praise from Muse.

"But compared to us art noobs, it's already very good. There are so many people in the world, and it's pretty good if they can be one more good than everyone else."

Gu Shuang smiled but did not answer, his muse was always so gentle, like a clear spring irrigating the farmland, nourishing the soil and giving birth to life.

"Huh? Is this also drawn by senior? It looks like the style of "Starry Night". Is it for practice? Senior's draft is so beautiful!"

"Oh, this one isn't. This...is the original source of inspiration for this series." Gu Chen hesitated, but he still said it, but there was always a feeling of betrayal, "This is a friend I met in an art gallery. Borrowed, his name is Mu Qingqiu."

"Is it the one next to the word He? Have you met Secretary Mu? Secretary Mu is also very good at painting!"

"you recognize?"

"Yeah, brother Zijun always said that Secretary Mu is his right-hand man. But it seems that he resigned a few days ago because of disagreements. It's a pity."

"For your Meng Zijun?" Gu Chen was a little unhappy, and his voice was a little cold.

"A little bit, but he's not mine. I've always felt that he's like my big brother. Hmm... how should I put it, it's probably like being the best man at a wedding~"

Near noon, Tian Xun sent over the analysis report, said hello and went to eat.

Mu Qingqiu glanced at the form, and instantly found a mistake.Based on the three years of auditing experience in his previous life, Mu Qingqiu knew that this data would generally not be miscalculated unless it was artificial, and it was very difficult to find out.

Mu Qingqiu recalled Yang Tianyi's original data, thought for a while, wrote a macro, ran it again, and got completely different, even completely different analysis data.

Zhou Xiaoqing trotted in with a stack of photocopied materials in his arms, thinking that it was finally lunch time, stepped into the door and was about to ask Mr. Mu to eat, but was startled by Mu Qingqiu's suspicious face. It's like going bankrupt.

So, he said cautiously: "Mr. Mu, it's time for lunch...do you need me to bring it for you?"

Looking up and seeing Zhou Xiaoqing's cautious face, Mu Qingqiu froze for a moment, then stretched his brows, and said in a harmonious voice: "Oh, don't worry about me, you go and eat. You have worked hard all morning."

"It's all right." After finishing speaking, he put down the materials and left quickly.

Mu Qingqiu looked at the Excel sheet in front of the computer, sighed, took out the bento he prepared this morning from his bag, put it in the microwave and heated it up.

"Having a rest?" Yu suddenly said.

"Well, what's the matter? Something happened to Shen Menghan again?" Mu Qingqiu suddenly became nervous.

"That's not true, but Shen Menghan's affection for you has increased by 5 points, 65 points."

"Huh? Wasn't it 75 before? How did it decrease?"

"Because it's favorability, not liking, which requires frequent contact to maintain."

"..." Okay, it seems quite reasonable.

Interpersonal relationships need energy to maintain, and it’s not liking. Once you like it, you will always give unconditionally. Give a little sunshine and it will be brilliant, and you can give a lot.

"I see, there should be nothing wrong, let's leave it alone. Anyway, I don't see her often. Where are Gu Shuang and Meng Zijun?"

"Gu Chen 76, Meng Zijun... 80."

"...I need to think about the plot tonight. It's hard to design it, it's difficult to set up a line."

Mu Qingqiu sighed and touched the lunch box carefully, making sure it was not hot before taking it out.

"Isn't this western restaurant good? Although it's a little worse than the previous Tai Shikou one." Gu Shuang asked.

"No, no, actually, I can't eat much, and I can't taste much. I think they are all equally delicious." Shen Menghan smiled, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, as if his eyelashes trembled with the spring breeze, very moving, "Senior afternoon Any plans?"

The two of them strolled in the huge campus, turned into the cobblestone-paved path, and disappeared into the golden ginkgo forest.A snow-white little white rabbit jumped over.It seems that no one has heard the broken words of passers-by——

"Wow, the school grass of the art department!"

"Ah, that's our school belle!"

"My God! They walk together!"

There are also complaints: "Scream ass, and don't hold hands. Didn't Picasso often find girls as models?" The girl in black leather with short hair covered her ears.

"You haven't read the previous school magazine, have you? A senior from our club went to interview." Said wearing a white knitted sweater beside her.

"No. What's the matter?" Sister Pi Yi flicked her short hair, as if she didn't care at all.

"Gu Chen said that Shen Menghan is like his muse!"

"what?"

It would not be an exaggeration to say that sister Pi Yi's current expression is described by her eyes staring like copper bells.

"No, no, I think you are over-interpreting. Senior Gu probably didn't mean that. He should be referring to the aspect of artistic creation. Didn't he say that he had no inspiration before, and was dragged by his friends to listen to school activities, Miss Shen Has the show inspired him!"

……

"No special arrangements."

Rows of small golden fans cut off the hustle and bustle. Gu Sui thought about making an appointment to return the painting to Mu Qingqiu, "I'll change the painting again. Then I will prepare for a solo exhibition. I showed the third painting to the professor the day before yesterday." Just a moment. He thinks it's all right."

"Wow, where is Senior planning to hold a solo exhibition? Is it worldwide?"

"It's not confirmed yet... Oh, right. You've been very busy recently, right? You have to rehearse frequently. I read the school notice, you are going to Vienna?"

"Well. But in fact, those of us who sing are okay, the main reason is that they are under a lot of pressure on the orchestra. But we have to rehearse soon."

"I'll take you there."

"Trouble senior..."

Shen Menghan just pushed open the glass door of the rehearsal room when she heard a familiar voice.

"Hanhan, why did you come here? The rehearsal will be in a while." Chen Mengyao walked over with a worried face, and took her arm, "This is...?"

"This is the senior of the art department, Gu Shuang. I went to be a model for him in the morning. Didn't I tell you before?"

"Oh, it was the one who guided you to complete the interdisciplinary homework before? But the model is so tiring! You have to rehearse for so long in the afternoon." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and blamed, "Your art department has no shortage of models, right? Why do you have to Shall we go?"

Quite the appearance of a babysitter.

"It's okay, the senior is also very good. It's my honor to be his model." Gu Shun opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.Shen Menghan smiled and didn't care at all, and solved the problem with one sentence.

Gu Shuang returned a gentle smile, thankfully he was not a person who blush easily, his throat suddenly felt itchy, Gu Sang wanted to drink some water to suppress it.

Have you eaten too many cold drinks recently?

So, Gu Shuang asked: "Shen Menghan, do you have any paper cups and water here? I'm a little thirsty."

"There was no water in the morning, and the master hasn't come yet." Chen Mengyao stopped Shen Menghan who was about to go to the water dispenser to pick up water.

"Then...if senior doesn't mind, drink mine."

"Wait a minute, I'll take a paper cup and pour some out." Chen Mengyao stopped for a while, and muttered in her heart, is your art department so poor?Can't go back to your studio to drink!

"No, no, this is not good." Gu Chen also said in a hoarse voice.

Shen Menghan looked at Gu Sang's red neck, and felt that the senior must be suffering so he replied, "It's okay." So, she handed out the thermos she put on the window sill, "Aunt Chen brought it for me in the morning, the water temperature should be just right. , neither cold nor hot. Senior just unscrew it and drink it."

"Thank you." Gu Chen still took it and took a sip.He felt that if he didn't drink some water to moisten his throat now, he would cough violently in front of the goddess in disrespect.

"Cough!...Cough..." As soon as Gu Chen swallowed, his throat seemed to be cut by a knife, and he was speechless.

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