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【Note】It is a widely circulated interpretation.Since I was urged to update, I will update it in advance. I wish you all a happy new year!

Ying County is more than 90 kilometers away from Lujiang City. The climate is dry and cool, with lush water and grass. Jiang Chan's equestrian club is built on a hillside outside the county seat.

Ning Zhi has already looked at the map of Ying County on his mobile phone. He knows the rivers around the ranch and the name of the nearest village. He only regrets that the time flies so slowly that he can't come on Saturday.

Near the end of get off work, Ning Zhi lay on the table and flipped through the book, Umberto Eco's "The Infinite List", he had already read it once, and this time he read it skipping.

The office area is full of lazy air, the Dadaism exhibition is about to close, the new exhibition has not yet been approved, there is not much work at hand, and colleagues are fishing openly.

Tao Shan, a young woman who is afraid of getting married but is urged to marry, spends her time on dating websites as usual, picking and choosing the registered male members, such as a square chin, small eyes, low education, bald head, and no a favorite.

Everyone also teased her as usual, saying that what she was looking for was not a person but a god, Tao Shan retorted, you don't understand, when love happens, it is crackling, sparks and lightning.

Wen Sizhao likes to tear her down the most: "It's not that I was electrocuted to death, I'd better live well, love is not a necessity."

Tao Shan pouted: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Wen Sizuo immediately said, "I don't believe it."

Tao Shan asked other colleagues, but no matter male or female, they all shook their heads.She was a little frustrated, looked around, and bet on Ning Zhi: "Ning Zhi, Ning Zhi must believe it!"

"Uh..." Ning Zhi held his left cheek and met Tao Shan's earnest gaze, feeling that if he didn't support her, Tao Shan would be disheartened and marry someone casually, so he nodded and said, "I believe it."

"Look?" Tao Shan straightened her back and gave Wen Sizuo a gouged look, "I knew it."

"He lied to you, you can't even tell." Wen Sizuo snapped his fingers at Ning Zhi, "Is it?"

"No lie, no lie," Ning Zhi said quickly, lowering his head and turning the pages.

In fact, he didn't agree with it in his heart. Only a romantic person like Tao Shan would believe in love at first sight.

Ning Zhi was sketching on the book, writing some comments and sentiments, when the phone vibrated suddenly, the screen lit up, showing that there was a new message coming in.

He clicked on WeChat and saw Jiang Chan saying, "I'll pick you up in the morning the day after tomorrow, where do you live?"

Ning Zhi replied: "You know my workplace, but not my home address? Didn't the private detective tell you?"

The other party is typing.

A few seconds later, Jiang Chan replied: "That's another price."

"Pfft—" Ning Zhi laughed out loud, completely unaware that he had attracted the attention of all members of the curatorial team.

"Chunxin is rippling, she is definitely texting her boyfriend." Qiu Tongxue said.

"Inevitable." Wen Sizhao agreed.

Everyone winked at each other, chuckled softly, and "tsk tsk tsk" in a serious manner.

Ning Zhi didn't notice anything, and concentrated on typing on his mobile phone. After sending the address to Jiang Chan, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"work."

Jiang Chan doesn't like emoticons, but he never forgets to use punctuation marks.

"The rich second generation also have to go to work," Ning Zhi calmed down, "Is the work hard?"

"Fortunately," Jiang Chan replied in seconds, "The subordinates are working hard, and I mainly scold them."

Ning Zhi: "..."

I can't talk today.

"I'm going to continue reading." Ning Zhi locked the phone screen, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

But he soon stopped laughing.

I saw "Infinite List" spread out on the desk, and a few lines of comments were written in the blank space in the lower right corner of the page. The comments were written in a nonsensical manner, but the last two words were clear: Jiang Chan.

Ning Zhi picked up the pen and crossed the word "Jiang Chan". This was not enough, and it was densely blacked out.He didn't relax until he could no longer see the true face of the black square.

I don't know what I'm guilty of.

After a while, Wen Mengchu came to the company, carrying two big bags, and shouted from a distance: "Qiao Yan, come and carry things!"

Qiao Yan got up hastily.

Colleagues came to another round of winking meeting, this time Ning Zhi also participated in it, and the atmosphere was joyful and restless.

As Wen Mengchu, it's okay to walk sideways in the Qingnan Group, but the little girl is well-educated, has no airs, and usually respects her seniors. Everyone likes her very much.She only bosses around Qiao Yan, who is also an intern, but Qiao Yan has a high IQ and a low EQ, and he doesn't understand the reason. He still complains to Ning Zhi in private, saying that Wen Mengchu hates him so much, is there no way for him to become a regular?

Ning Zhi wanted to laugh.

"Let me see what it is?" After Qiao Yan put the things on the table, Ning Zhi rushed to join in the fun, and found that what Wen Mengchu brought were all basic works of art history.

"For him," Wen Mengchu cast a disgusted look at Qiao Yan, and said to Ning Zhi, "That's why I let him move."

Qiao Yan was flattered, probably confused by Wen Mengchu's hot and cold attitude, his tone was timid, and he said embarrassedly, "Thank you, Mengchu."

Qiao Yan is a complete layman when it comes to art and curation.Ning Zhi always felt that Zhu Weiyun recruited him as an intern purely because of the stories he told during the interview.

Speaking of which, Qiao Yan can be regarded as a genius. He skipped a grade since he was a child, graduated from the computer department of a prestigious school at the age of 21, signed a contract with a large factory, and his life went smoothly.Before graduation, a friend gave him a ticket to an art exhibition, and he went shopping when he was free.

Standing in front of those silent and beautiful works of art, Qiao Yan was deeply moved.That feeling was like a bolt from the blue, suddenly, the world around me was completely different.Because there was a brighter light shining down, he discovered that everything that was once familiar with the wind and sunshine turned out to be illusions, which were boring and vulgar.

Qiao Yan gave up the job he got and sent his resume to Qingnan Art Center instead.Like Ning Zhi, he had no artistic talent, but he was reluctant to part with this line of work, and eventually turned to curating.

The work of a curator is boring and cumbersome most of the time. It requires contacts, eloquence, artistic vision, and business acumen, and Qiao Yan has none of these.

But he is still young, he is a fast learner, and with Wen Mengchu's help, the future is bright.

Ning Zhi always felt that Qiao Yan and Ning Ranzhang were similar in some respects, so he took care of him intentionally or unintentionally, so he would take this opportunity to make a point: "Mengchu lent you so many books, why don't you treat her to dinner. "

"That's right, you have to have a good meal." The colleagues booed one after another.

Wen Mengchu blushed, pursed her lips reservedly, and stared nervously at Qiao Yan on the surface of disdain.

"Okay, okay." Fortunately, Qiao Yan was not so stupid as to be hopeless, so he readily agreed, but added a condition: "But it may not be too expensive, and my internship salary is not high."

Everyone laughed, Wen Sizuo took out 100 yuan on the spot, and enthusiastically sponsored their dinner, Wen Mengchu was ashamed and angry, his almond eyes widened, stomped his feet and said to Qiao Yan, I just want to eat a bowl of rice noodles!

Ning Zhi laughed until his stomach ached.Taking the subway after get off work, I still found this interesting and wanted to tell Jiang Chan, but suddenly remembered the blacked-out book, so I gave up.

The days just go on so slowly, going to work, leaving get off work, eating, sleeping, and finally, Saturday is here.

At around nine o'clock, the doorbell rang, Ning Zhi rushed out of the bathroom, with wet hair on her head, and staggered to open the door, pulling on her slippers.

"Good morning," he said to Jiang Chan with his head raised.

Because he just took a bath, Ning Zhi's face was as fresh as a white peach. Jiang Chan brushed a drop of water from his hair and said, "Don't get stuck in traffic earlier."

"Oh," Ning Zhi covered his head with a towel and wiped his hair vigorously: "There's no need to change your shoes, just come in."

He is renting a single apartment, more than 40 square meters, divided into upper and lower floors, the layout is relatively compact, there are sofa pillows on the bay window, and a pot of daffodils on the coffee table, there is a faint fragrance when you get close.

Ning Zhi went upstairs to change his clothes, and soon came down again, and found that Jiang Chan was admiring an oil painting hanging on the north wall.

"Is this a picture of you?" he asked.

Ning Zhi nodded embarrassingly: "Yes. I went back to my mother before and brought it when I saw it. I didn't even know that my father had painted for me."

The little baby in the painting is very cute, with a chubby face, lotus root-like legs, pure eyes and carefree eyes.

"Very similar." Jiang Chan commented.

He was obviously looking at the painting, but Ning Zhi felt ashamed: "What do you look like, you have never seen me when I was a child."

"It's the same as now." Jiang Chan turned his head and smiled at him.

Ning Zhi changed the subject: "Do you want porridge?"

The rice cooker was pre-ordered last night, and a handful of millet and red beans were put in. When the lid was lifted, water vapor rushed in.

Jiang Chan looked at it, a little surprised, but also a little moved: "Did you cook my share?"

Ning Zhi snorted nasally and said coolly, "You're welcome."

After breakfast, Ning Zhi put on his travel bag and went downstairs with Jiang Chan.Jiang Chan drove a black Mercedes today, relatively low-key, Ning Zhi touched the hood of the car enviously, thinking that if his father sold more paintings, his life would definitely be better than now.

When we set off, there were only a few cars on the highway, and it was empty and quiet.

Ning Zhi was in a good mood, leaning against the car window to watch the rapidly receding scenery outside, basking in the sun comfortably, in order to please the host, he said, "Jiang Chan, let me tell you something cold about horses."

Jiang Chan laughed: "Can I not listen?"

Ning Zhi also laughed, he was still lying on his right side, facing Jiang Chan with the back of his fluffy head, and said, "No."

Jiang Chan changed his words: "Then tell me."

Ning Zhi asked enthusiastically and triumphantly: "Did you know that the diameter of a rocket cannot exceed the width of two horses at one point?"

Jiang Chan knocked on the steering wheel, and the watch slipped and got stuck under the wrist bone. He calmly replied, "I know."

"Really?" Ning Zhi sat up straight, turned his head to stare at Jiang Chan, the flame of "I don't believe it" flashed in his sly round eyes, "Then you say it."

So Jiang Chan said that rockets need to be transported by train on land, and the British who invented the train followed the ruts of the old road when determining the distance between the rails.These ruts were laid for carriages in ancient times, about 4.85 feet, exactly the width of two horse buttocks.In other words, the butt determines the distance between the rails, which in turn affects the diameter of the rocket. 【Note】

"Am I right? Teacher Ning." Jiang Chan asked gracefully.

Ning Zhi grudgingly grinned through his teeth, and in order to save face, he forced Jiang Chan to find a reason: "You are a horse breeder, of course you know."

Jiang Chan pushed forward: "Then do I have any rewards?"

"No!" Ning Zhi shouted loudly, feeling that he couldn't be too harsh on Jiang Chan, if he didn't take himself to the racecourse, or deliberately picked a violent horse for him, it would be more harm than good, so he lowered his volume, Quite aggrieved: "It's not a prize quiz."