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If you want to talk about the intersection of Shu Qingmo and Li Zhongdao, it is nothing more than that every year on the school's anniversary day, Shu Qingmo sits in the class square and listens to Li Zhongdao's speech on the stage.

He never thought that one day he would sit at the same table with Li Zhongdao and eat face to face.

"Good guy."

Li Zhongdao stretched out the brand-new "Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun" with both hands, looked at it countless times from top to bottom, and still couldn't believe that this was the painting he took out a few days ago.

After a long while, he reluctantly looked away, looked at Shu Qingmo and asked, "You handled this all by yourself? Didn't anyone else help?"

Shu Qingmo shook his head cautiously and said, "No."

"He will be broadcasting live while he is repairing." Yan Zonglang answered in a timely manner, "If Dean Li is interested, you can go and have a look."

"It's terrible." Li Zhongdao put the painting away again, "It's not easy to frame my painting well. I asked your father before, but he couldn't do anything."

The word "Dad" was really unfamiliar to Shu Qingmo, he was stunned for a second before realizing that Li Zhongdao was talking about Shu Guohua.

Shu Guohua's painting skills are not as good as his social skills, which is a well-known secret in the Jiangnan calligraphy and painting circle.

Many people regret that Mr. Shu's craftsmanship has not been passed down, but they will not say it publicly.However, after Shu Guohua's death, these rumors often reached Fang Wanrou's ears.

"How old are you this year?" Li Zhongdao made no secret of his admiration for Shu Qingmo, "I heard that you are graduating soon, so you should be in your early twenties, right? At such a young age, you have a lot to do! In my opinion, you are very talented. Grandpa style!"

"Principal Li is over the award." Shu Qingmo politely smiled back, thinking that his grandfather probably wouldn't like hearing such words.

"But having said that..." Li Zhongdao suddenly changed the topic, looked at Yan Zonglang curiously, and said, "Why are you two together?"

This was also the question in Shu Qingmo's mind.

At first, he only thought that he could hand over the painting directly to Li Zhongdao, and never thought about why Yan Zonglang would appear at the gate of his community by coincidence.

Now after having dinner with Li Zhongdao, Shu Qingmo felt strange.

Since Yan Zonglang would specially come to pick him up, it meant that this dinner was not a coincidence.It is very likely that Yan Zonglang planned the three of them to have dinner together early in the morning.

In other words, Yan Zonglang has been following his live broadcast, probably to determine when to ask Li Zhongdao.

The premise of doing all this was that Yan Zonglang had already figured out that after he finished mounting the painting, he would want to go to Li Zhongdao directly instead of going through Fang Wanrou's hands.

——Perhaps even if he didn't have this idea, Yan Zonglang would "prompt" him appropriately.

Although Shu Qingmo didn't know Yan Zonglang's purpose for doing this, he vaguely realized that all of this seemed to be under Yan Zonglang's control.

"I think Dean Li should want to get this painting as soon as possible," Yan Zonglang replied calmly, "Just in time when he found out that he had finished mounting the painting, he brought him here."

"That's it." Li Zhongdao nodded contentedly, "It's really a surprise."

It was not hard for Shu Qingmo to see that Li Zhongdao got "The Picture of Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun" without any mental preparation, and the joy in his heart was beyond words.

If Fang Wanrou had handed over this painting to him, then Fang Wanrou would definitely not surprise him so much, and maybe she would say something to suppress Shu Qingmo, making him feel that it is not a big deal to frame this painting well.

So judging from the results alone, Shu Qingmo was appreciated by Li Zhongdao with Yan Zonglang's help, which is not a bad thing.

But Shu Qingmo always had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

He put aside this inexplicable sourness for the time being, and said to Li Zhongdao politely: "My brother-in-law also helped me a lot in mounting the painting this time."

As soon as this word was spoken, Shu Qingmo immediately felt a scorching gaze from beside him.

Shu Qingmo is not good at socializing, but she is not a fool.

He knew very well that Yan Zonglang would not help him for no reason. Judging from the atmosphere at the dinner table, he reckoned that Yan Zonglang wanted to get closer to Li Zhongdao through him.Since he has already gained benefits, he doesn't mind helping Yan Zonglang with some good words.

"I've seen it for a long time." Li Zhongdao looked at Yan Zonglang and said, "Boss Yan is a man of culture."

"I don't dare to be a cultural person." Yan Zonglang raised his glass politely, "It's true that I like traditional culture."

After a meal, Li Zhongdao was always in high spirits.If he hadn't said to Yan Zonglang, "It's late to meet each other", Shu Qingmo almost thought that the two of them were close friends.

After sending Li Zhongdao away, Shu Qingmo followed Yan Zonglang into his low-key business car.

At this time, night has fallen, and colorful neon lights flashed outside the car window from time to time.Shu Qingmo leaned against the car window with a tired face and lost his mind. Not long after, he heard Yan Zonglang casually asking him: "What's on your mind?"

Shu Qingmo didn't answer right away. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then slowly sat up straight and asked, "Mr. Yan, are you using me?"

Yan Zonglang laughed lightly, put his elbows on the car door, propped his chin up, tilted his head to look at Shu Qingmo and asked, "What am I using you for?"

"Close to Dean Li?" Shu Qingmo shook his head blankly, "I don't know either."

"Young master, let me redefine use for you." Yan Zonglang said leisurely, "Use is my unilateral gain through you, but you get nothing. Do you think this is true?"

Shu Qingmo pursed his lips. He also knew that he hadn't suffered a disadvantage, not to mention being taken advantage of by anyone.

But he just felt uncomfortable.

He simply thought that Yan Zonglang took the time to watch his live broadcast because he wanted to appreciate the traditional Chinese craftsmanship that was about to be lost.Because of this, he framed it with extra care and played his 120-point level.

In the end, after a long time, Yan Zonglang just wanted to grasp the progress of his painting, so that he could invite Li Zhongdao to dinner at the right time, which was a waste of his expression.

Shu Qingmo said sullenly: "You can tell me your plan in advance so that I can be mentally prepared."

"The reason why I didn't tell you," Yan Zonglang paused, looked at Shu Qingmo and said, "I'm not sure whether I should lead you to ruin."

Shu Qingmo asked puzzledly: "Broken?"

"You are like...a blank sheet of paper." Yan Zonglang said, "I don't even have the heart to get you dirty."

Speaking of this, he seemed to be afraid of ambiguity, and added: "I mean ideologically."

Shu Qingmo understood that Yan Zonglang was saying that he had no scheming, so he didn't want to teach him those scheming things.

"However," Yan Zonglang changed the subject, "I didn't expect you to get enlightened so quickly."

Shu Qingmo was slightly taken aback: "Enlightened?"

"Brother-in-law," Yan Zonglang smiled softly, "You called it quite naturally."

If Shu Qingmo wanted to help Yan Zonglang speak in front of Li Zhongdao, of course he had to act as if he and Yan Zonglang were very familiar, so that his words would be more convincing.

But at this moment, he didn't want to accept Yan Zonglang's compliment, so he deliberately said the opposite: "I called it casually."

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows: "Then why don't you just call out again?"

Shu Qingmo said awkwardly: "...don't bark."

Yan Zonglang exhaled recklessly, and brought back the topic: "So I think maybe you are suitable for this circle, you are very smart, and you can see through a little bit."

Facing the blunt praise again, Shu Qingmo's stuffy little emotions were relieved a lot.He didn't answer, and only heard Yan Zonglang say again: "You have a good deck of cards in your hand now, play well, don't waste it."

Shu Qingmo knew that Yan Zonglang was saying that he fought well in the first battle, and he was about to answer, when Yan Zonglang suddenly received a call.

He said to the person on the other end of the phone, "We met once" and "It's just a small favor." After hanging up the phone, he looked at Shu Qingmo and said, "It's Fang Wanrou."

Shu Qingmo's nerves tensed suddenly, and he asked, "What did she ask you for?"

"Hit me." Yan Zonglang raised the corners of his mouth lightly, but there was not much smile in his eyes, "Let me stay away from you, or the wives who lead her will crowd out me."

Shu Qingmo couldn't tell whether Yan Zonglang was simply stating the consequences or sarcastic.He asked uncertainly: "Are you afraid that she will squeeze you out?"

"How could it be?" Yan Zonglang said, "But there's no need to tear yourself apart with her."

"Indeed." Shu Qingmo murmured thoughtfully, "There's no need to break up with her for me."

As soon as the words finished, Shu Qingmo also received a call from Fang Wanrou.

The general idea is that I don't care about tonight's affairs with him, but I warn him not to mess around. Yan Zonglang doesn't have much to say in the art circle. If he still wants to hang out in the Jiangnan calligraphy and painting circle, don't confront her.

"Talk about me?" Yan Zonglang looked at Shu Qingmo lazily and asked.

"Yeah." Shu Qingmo nodded, "Hit me too."

"Don't be afraid." Yan Zonglang raised his hand and rubbed Shu Qingmo's head, "You are the only hope of the Shu family now, she dare not do anything to you."

Back home, Shu Qingmo was finally able to organize his thoughts in an environment without disturbance.

In fact, Yan Zonglang has always been frank in front of him, including his terrifying side and his shrewd side.

It's just that Shu Qingmo is still too young after all, not used to the way of thinking of social people, and always has some kind of simple and immature thoughts, so he can't keep up with Yan Zonglang's pace of action.

Fortunately, Shu Qingmo is a quick learner, he knows that he is not used to this kind of circle, but he doesn't believe that he can't adapt.

Shu Qingmo was really tired these days, he planned to stay behind closed doors until graduation and take a good rest, but at this time Luo Zihang sent a message asking him to have dinner with him tomorrow.

[Luo Zihang: I got an offer, I will treat you to a big meal tomorrow]

【Shu Qingmo: Congratulations】

[Luo Zihang: What do you want to eat? 】

Shu Qingmo thought for a while and replied slowly.

[Shu Qingmo: Hot pot? 】

【Luo Zihang: ok】

【Luo Zihang: I'm going to work in Beijing next week】

【Luo Zihang: There shouldn't be many chances to come back in the future】

【Luo Zihang: I will tell you a big event tomorrow】

[Shu Qingmo: Is there anything that cannot be said now?Do not wait until tomorrow]

[Luo Zihang: Secret. /Proud/Proud/Proud]

It's time to come.

Shu Qingmo sighed and threw the phone aside.

Ever since Ye Xiaoxuan talked about everything hysterically in front of the office building that day, Shu Qingmo had a premonition that such a day would come.

He knew that avoiding it all the time was not an option, but...it was really difficult.

Brother Luo will have a good ending