He can't read my heart today

Xi Jun walked away with the drawings, and frowned slightly as he looked at the Van Cleef-style brooch designed by Wen Xiangwu.

When he got up early, Wen Xiangwu didn't say a word. He said he was going to work, so Wen Xiangwu gave him the drawing.

No wonder I was so depressed last night, Wen Xiangwu probably turned his hair gray because of this sketch.

Xi Jun frowned slightly as he watched the picture drawn with colored pencils.

"Mr. Xi, Mr. Wang sent someone to ask about the situation of the manuscript."

"Just tell him that his daughter's brooch has already been designed, just show them the draft later."

Eighty percent will not dislike that girl.

The sapphire blue luster of iolite is not so easy to control. The side branches are inlaid with some fragmented diamonds and colored stones. Xi Jun is not sure what material it is, and the small font slightly slanted towards the upper right corner. , distorted, with a small serial number written on it. The lower right corner of the drawing paper corresponds to the material of the gemstone. From the perspective of composition, the requirements are not high. Compared with assembling together, it will look different.

After all, Wen Xiangwu can design an ordinary obsidian bracelet with carvings on each bead.

When Xi Jun washed his hands, he found the carvings. The obsidian was splashed with a little water, and Xi Jun found the uneven refraction of the water.

"Ok."

Zuo Taihe glanced at Xi Jun, Xi Jun was holding the drawing paper, watching intently.

"You seem to be very confident in Master Wen's works."

"Xiao Wu himself is very confident in his paintings, how can I not have confidence?"

Xi Jun slowly rolled up the drawing paper, put it back into the small cylinder wrapped in kraft paper, and looked outside the car.

It was already late autumn and early winter, but it was raining, which was really disturbing.

Wen Xiangwu also thinks so.

The window was open, and the unpressed drawing paper was blown by the cold wind. Wen Xiangwu got up and leaned on a cane, and gently closed the window. Some small drops of rain had already floated on Wen Xiangwu's face.

Wen Xiangwu sighed softly, looking at the wet glass of the window.

Gong Chenglan was still downstairs, Wen Xiangwu didn't want to continue to get along with him at first, because he felt that something was suffocating in his heart, the two of them were always awkward, and Wen Xiangwu didn't get enough sleep, so it wasn't very Sober, now I am drawing with crayons.

Wen Xiangwu is not very proficient with crayons, mainly gouache and colored pencils.

The edges and corners of the crayon lightly touch the line that has already been outlined, draw the line with a marker, and choose a suitable color to fill in.Wen Xiangwu used the Mondrian style of painting.

But in the end it's not what you want.

Wen Xiangwu dropped his hand slumped, looking at the drawing, heaved a long sigh.

Tired, but didn't want to go downstairs to face Gong Chenglan, after all, he was not that worthy of Gong Chenglan.I concealed the matter of cooperating with Xi Jun first, although Gong Chenglan also concealed some things, but it was all for my own good, and I couldn't even distinguish between right and wrong just because I was deceived.

Wen Xiangwu still knows right from wrong.

Because Gong Chenglan knew this, she had been patient, patient, waiting, waiting, waiting for Wen Xiangwu to figure it out by herself.

Compared with Xi Jun, he didn't have so many thoughts, he just wanted to finish the things at hand quickly.He thought about going back to see Wen Xiangwu soon.

Before that, he had one other thing to deal with.

Xi Jun let out a long sigh of relief, turned his chair and looked at the weather outside, it was very clear, not like the sun hanging in late autumn, although he couldn't feel the temperature, it still made people feel good.

"Hey, Teacher Mark, um, it's me, can I ask you something? The price is negotiable, I want you to order a crutch for me, it's about one meter long, um, I'm a little anxious, please use it well Some kind of wood? Carved? Use...for the carving... like a child, a child, more youthful, leaves, branches, etc."

"Boy, um, a 19-year-old boy, very good at art, good at drawing, yes, jewelry design... how do you know?"

Xi Jun said politely, looking at the pedestrians downstairs, he suddenly felt that the world was very peaceful, so he could only sigh.

"Well, yes, I'm sorry to trouble you. I hope that as soon as possible, you just need to use good materials. As for the price, I can do it, and I will meet your requirements."

Xi Jun gently tapped the window with his finger, looking at the city full of tall buildings.

Thinking about it carefully, Wen Xiangwu is not from this city. Before, when he was still young, Wen Xiangwu said that there was a stream in his home with red fish in it.It should be a beautiful countryside.

After Xi Jun thanked Teacher Mark politely, he hung up the phone, turned around, sat on the chair, took out the photo album from the drawer, flipped through it, and thought about the past.Xi Jun never thinks that he is a nostalgic person, he will not be entangled in the past, and he will never have a headache for the things he did not do well. The only thing he can chew on repeatedly is the things of Wen Xiangwu's childhood .

It looks a bit weird to some extent, but there is no way around it. When Wen Xiangwu was young, he was cute and tight, with round eyes. Although the small nose can't see the bridge of the nose, but it can be seen that the nose is very three-dimensional. always open his mouth to inhale, if he fell asleep, Wen Xiangwu's grandma would carefully reach out and close Wen Xiangwu's mouth, for fear that Wen Xiangwu would sleep crookedly because of his unhealthy sleeping method Face.

While Xi Jun was looking at the photo album, Zuo Taihe walked in with a small stack of documents, and briefly explained the contents of the documents. The ministers at all levels have given instructions, and the contents of the documents have also been sent to Xi Jun’s mailbox by email. , Xi Jun read these emails early in the morning, took out the pen with his name engraved on it from the drawer, and signed the contract directly.

Zuo Taihe looked at the big photo album that Xi Jun used a notebook as a bookmark. The big red photo album was not so elegant in shape, and it always looked a little rustic, a little unsatisfactory. Looking at it, you can tell that it is a long time ago, and the plastic of the photo album has faded. Some of the dust and dust hidden in it can't be wiped out, but overall it looks good.

Xi Jun rearranged the documents and handed them to Zuo Taihe. Zuo Taihe looked at Xi Jun and hesitated a little.

"Mr. Xi, next week, Mr. Wang's wedding anniversary party, should the vice president go for you, or should I go?"

Zuo Taihe seldom participated in entertainment like this before, knowing that Xi Jun was on stage.

Chenchen's family has a big business, and they have always been the only ones who choose partners for cooperation. Therefore, Xi Jun is not willing to participate in these occasions where the bosses are mingling.It may not be a good business if you talk about it. If you don’t talk about it, you still feel that since you have already gone, you still have to talk about it. For a while, you can’t figure out what kind of occasion it is. It’s a party. If you count the contract negotiated at the party, Really is not a small number.

"In addition, Mr. Wang, he also invited Master Wen to come with him."

Noon is Wen Xiangwu's signature. When Wen Xiangwu paints, he always likes to write NOON in various cursive English as his signature. Sometimes it may be in a pile of weeds, and sometimes it may be in the On a tree bearing fruit, in the spring breeze.As for the design draft, Wen Xiangwu will write it in very standard cursive English in the lower left corner, marking the time clearly.

It should have been written casually with the fine tip of a liner pen.There is still a big difference between the words written with a brush and a normal pen.

Similarly, on the red hot-stamped invitation letter, NOON is stamped on the paper with a cursive style similar to Wen Xiangwu's handwriting.

Wen Xiangwu flipped through the invitation letter and looked at Xi Jun. Xi Jun was still sitting in his old seat, looking at Wen Xiangwu's expressionless face.

"Are there many people?"

Wen Xiangwu put down the exquisite invitation letter, and when he asked a question, there was a tremor in his voice that he didn't dare to confirm.

"Well, there may be a lot of people, because Mr. Wang's character and business are very good, and his daughter Wang Musi just came back from abroad. There must be many seniors who want to show their children this famous daughter. Miss, I was thinking, I don't mind going, but I thought, since Mr. Wang also invited you, and you designed such a beautiful commemorative ring for him, if I just refuse your opinion without asking, It's not very good."

Wen Xiangwu heard Wang Musi's name, turned his face to look at Xi Jun, his expression was still unpredictable, and there was a little confusion in his eyes.

"Do you like that Wang Musi?"

Xi Jun looked at Wen Xiangwu, and was shocked for a moment. He couldn't say a word. After thinking for a while, with a smile on his lips, he looked at Wen Xiangwu, "Wang Musi, I only met her once. She is indeed a very good girl." girl."

Wen Xiangwu's expression softened a little.

Looking at Wen Xiangwu's expression, Xi Jun didn't know what to say for a while.

After all, Wang Musi is not much older than Wen Xiangwu, and both of them understand art. They should have a lot of experience when they communicate with each other, and they have a lot in common, even if they are friends.Regardless of whether Wen Xiangwu's condition is suitable for dating or not, just because of Wen Xiangwu's background, it would be difficult for the Wang family to fall in love with him.

After all, Wang Musi may be the heir to the future Wang family business.She is an only daughter and is an art student. She has no intention of inheriting the family property, so she can only find a good son-in-law to help manage the family business.

Xi Jun thought for a while, then looked at Wen Xiangwu, "You are all engaged in art, there should be something to talk about when we meet, if you are interested, I will find someone to come over to help you tailor a suit, and I will take you there , I will protect you, you can just follow my arrangement."

Wen Xiangwu looked at Xi Jun, held the invitation letter, looked at his name stamped in gold on the invitation letter, frowned tightly, and then heaved a long sigh.

"I thought, let's forget it."

After all, before Gong Chenglan left by plane in the afternoon, she said that she could not leave this house to go to other places.In addition, there will definitely be a lot of people at the banquet party, and the environment is very noisy, so I can't accept it.

Wen Xiangwu thought about it, and sighed, "I'm not suitable for such a place, if you go, go, just give me a blessing."

The point of saying hello... I'm not familiar with that.

Xi Jun looked at Wen Xiangwu's expression, and gently stretched out his hand to rest on the armrest of Wen Xiangwu's seat, lightly tapped his fingertips, and then frowned.

"I won't, let things go wrong."