He can't read my heart today

It's not that Wen Xiangwu is completely out of the world about this issue.

Wen Xiangwu's manuscript is almost finished, and it has basically entered the stage of revision and finishing.

Xi Jun is in a state of desperation because of his poetry, and he rarely appears in other courtyards recently.

Zuo Taihe would occasionally come to the other courtyard to check on the progress of the manuscript. Xi Jun hadn't contacted the other courtyard at all recently, nor had he contacted Wen Xiangwu.

Wen Xiangwu didn't have his own phone, and in the other courtyard, apart from a landline, other servants rarely had the opportunity to use electronic products.

Because Wen Xiangwu returned to his previous state.

Get up at 02:30 in the morning, wash up and go downstairs to have breakfast. After breakfast, I will be bored in the attic and draw until noon, then have lunch. After lunch, I will sit in the living room and read a book, then go back upstairs to sleep Get up at [-]:[-] to wash up, start painting again at [-] o'clock, painting and reading, and continue reading and painting after dinner at night.

Day after day repeats, boring and boring.

Everything in the other courtyard suddenly returned to the time when Xi Jun and Wen Xiangwu didn't recognize each other.

Gong Chenglan still visited the other courtyard regularly, but never said anything else. She just came to the other courtyard to see Wen Xiangwu, and didn't ask much about the situation at that time. Looking at the current situation, she felt Feelings of happiness or disappointment.

Wen Xiangwu returned to his previous state, Xi Jun and Wen Xiangwu were alienated again, Gong Chenglan had some more opportunities, but on the contrary, Wen Xiangwu's return to his previous state meant that he fell into the vortex of Asperger's disease again , It will be very difficult for him to change the status quo and leave.

Gong Chenglan couldn't tell when it was more difficult.

Wen Xiangwu frowned and looked at Gong Chenglan, not knowing what to say for a while, so he spoke silently, but in the end he just let out a long sigh.

"Doctor Gong, you..."

"Xiangwu, I don't have any other intentions. I just want to check your state. I don't think your current state is very good, so..."

Gong Chenglan took a deep breath, looked at Wen Xiangwu, Wen Xiangwu's brows were tightly frowned, and after a while, she slowly let out her heart with her breath.

"I think I'm in pretty good shape, really."

Wen Xiangwu felt that he didn't believe what he said.

Gong Chenglan didn't believe it even more, she just looked at Wen Xiangwu, pursed her lips, and looked at Wen Xiangwu.

The sun was neither warm nor dazzling, but it made Wen Xiangwu feel both familiar and strange.

That was Wen Xiangwu's second visit to Xi Jun. This time, the people in the company already knew that he was NOON, and also knew that he was the designer Xi Jun had been protecting and holding. They didn't make things difficult for him. After registering, Wen Xiangwu was released upstairs.

It can be said that Wen Xiangwu went upstairs almost unimpeded. He slowed down slightly and stood in front of Xi Jun's office door, biting his lower lip tightly, eyes full of excitement and mischief.

He raised his hand high, and just before knocking on the door, Wen Xiangwu heard Xi Jun's speech inside.

"Yes, I admit your point of view, designer Lian Hanyu."

Xi Jun's voice was low, but there was a sense of prestige without anger. Hearing such a voice, Wen Xiangwu finally dropped his hand slowly, and stood quietly outside the door, determined not to disturb Xi Jun's work.

"But for NOON, he is not deeply involved in the world, and he doesn't understand the depth you mentioned. He just uses a brush to paint the appearance he wants, not more. The demands are too high.”

Lian Hanyu sat opposite Xi Jun, with his legs crossed, holding the tablet in his hand, as if he hadn't heard it, which made Xi Jun feel a little unhappy.

"However, this does not mean that NOON's design can develop toward repetition and similarity. His current work is no different from his last work, and there is nothing new. Except for the material of the gemstone, there is no selling point. If it is my student , I will definitely scold him severely."

Novelty...

Wen Xiangwu's heart skipped a beat, he clenched his hands tightly, lowered his head, and frowned.

"Designer Lian, NOON's works carry his heart as a designer, I hope you can respect him."

Xi Jun understood what Lian Hanyu meant by simply treating Wen Xiangwu's work as a commodity, and felt dissatisfied. He frowned and looked at Lian Hanyu, the displeasure on his face was very obvious.

"I know. NOON, he has Asperger's disease, but as I said before, people with Asperger's disease act rigidly and have fixed thinking. The patterns he recognizes will not be easily changed. He As a patient with Asperger's disease, he has already drawn a boundary for his design career, and he will keep himself in a small circle, and he will not try to change his painting style." Lian Hanyu wrinkled Looking at Xi Jun with a frown, the determination on his face comes from the experience and experience of a senior designer.

Wen Xiangwu listened quietly to the disputes inside, he was waiting for Xi Jun to speak.

He was waiting for Xi Jun to speak.

Xi Jun was speechless for a long time.

Yes, Xi Jun knows better than anyone what kind of disease this Asperger's disease is, and what this disease means to Wen Xiangwu.

"President Xi, I want to tell you. Noon's design draft is nothing new. If you compare it with the previous [Burning], you will find that it is the same style, the same style. I can say that he just changed The engraved design ignores these invisible details. It’s just that the materials of the gemstones are different. However, if this new series is launched, [Burning] will inevitably reduce the price. You know, of course, customers will choose the same product. The one with a lower price." Lian Hanyu spoke mercilessly, looking at Xi Jun with disdain and helplessness on his face.

He is helpless his boss has lost the consciousness of a businessman.

"President Xi, you are a businessman. You are not selling a designer's design story. A company as large as Qingchen will not allow you to do such a naive thing. You want this manuscript just to earn money from mass production. It’s just money. Isn’t it? If you just because it looks good, you don’t have to take the road of commercialization, and insist on producing only one, and then put it away for collection, wouldn’t it be fine?”

Make only one and put it away for collection.

Wen Xiangwu repeated this sentence in his heart, but his mind was full of the priceless gems in the attic.

The warm but somewhat dim warm yellow light in the attic illuminates the finished jewelry that Wen Xiangwu has designed since he was 16 years old, but Wen Xiangwu has never reflected on whether his works are really similar before.

Xi Jun choked again.

He has been to the attic, only once, and he just glanced at the luxurious jewelry, but after careful consideration, there are many similarities between these jewelry.

"However, jewelry design has actually been designed by designers who have worked hard to design a lot of styles. If it is a mine, the ore has almost been dug out."

Xi Jun frowned and looked at Lian Hanyu.

Lian Hanyu's expression contained a hint of doubt and mostly puzzlement.

"Boss, can you tell me, what relationship do you have with this designer that can make you give up such a huge profit to consider such a thing?"

Wen Xiangwu felt his back getting hairy.

He gave a long, heavy sigh.Xi Jun's eyes moved from Lian Hanyu to the door.

There are people outside.

Xi Jun didn't say much, looking at Lian Hanyu, he had nothing to say for a while.

"Designer Lian, I will communicate with NOON about your ideas. During this period, you can also prepare design products that you think are reasonable and beautiful. After all, for a designer, your task is to design and describe, not A judge."

Xi Jun's words made Lian Hanyu feel harsh, but Lian Hanyu didn't want to argue about these things, just nodded, got up and was about to leave.

Wen Xiangwu looked around and found that he had nowhere to hide, so he took a step back silently and stood against the wall. Just as Lian Hanyu opened the door, Wen Xiangwu's eyes collided with Lian Hanyu's.

Lian Hanyu was taller than Wen Xiangwu, but he just looked at Wen Xiangwu, without saying anything, without expressing anything, as if he hadn't seen anyone, his eyes stayed on Wen Xiangwu for a moment, and then drifted away .

On purpose, Lian Hanyu didn't close the door.

The moment Lian Hanyu turned and walked away, Xi Jun saw Wen Xiangwu standing outside the door.

For a while, Xi Jun also felt embarrassed.

"You come in first."

Wen Xiangwu stood outside the door, hesitating and wandering, but he didn't know what to do.

"Come in, come to me."

Xi Jun put down the pen he was fiddling with, and seeing Wen Xiangwu shrinking, his heart tightened, he pursed his lips, and patted his desk lightly, signaling Wen Xiangwu to hurry up.

Wen Xiangwu just walked into the office and closed the door, leaning against the door, not walking to Xi Jun's side.

Xi Jun's brows were tightly wrinkled, and the sadness and embarrassment in his eyes were kneaded together.

But Wen Xiangwu couldn't understand anything.

Because I couldn't understand anything, I was even more worried about my illness.

"President Xi, don't you like my design?"

Xi Jun looked at Wen Xiangwu without saying a word, but the expression on his face already showed Xi Jun's attitude.

"Then why...why do you still insist on using my manuscript?"

Wen Xiangwu's voice was trembling.

The office is not big, but very bright.

In such an atmosphere, there was a chill between the two of them.

"Xiao Wu, as the company's boss, I must consider the company's interests. Designer Lian's words are not unreasonable."

Wen Xiangwu sneered, looked at Xi Jun, and frowned tightly.

"Then why make do with my things? Could it be that using my things can bring you any benefits?"

Xi Jun looked at Wen Xiangwu and could only let out a long sigh.

"I hope to be able to replicate the mode of [Burning], you are a hot and talented designer."

Wen Xiangwu nodded coldly, looked at Xi Jun, and snorted coldly.

"Okay, then why... why do you allow others to treat me as a house sparrow?"

The sunlight made the office bright and warm, and Wen Xiangwu stared at Xi Jun.

But Xi Jun lowered his head silently.

He said nothing.

The whole office was freezing.

It was cold through the whole heart.