I am super sweet when I get the certificate [Transmigration Book]

It was still early when Jiao Tang came home. Hearing from the cooking aunt that Shen Cifeng asked her to leave early tonight, she didn't take it to heart. Instead, she turned on the computer first, announced on her social account that she had submitted the entry, and it would be ready in two days Get the results of the comparison.

Just after posting, he received another piece of good news. The Bailian foreign up who copied him and poured dirty water on it, even publicly apologized on multiple domestic and foreign platforms, admitting that he had plagiarized Huaguo's traditional culture and creativity.

However, the other party actually slipped and knelt so fast?It's not like Chaozi's virtue.

He mentioned his doubts to Xiao Taozi in a private message, and accidentally ate a melon:

People who have been copied by this up before, all said that a big law firm contacted them, willing to provide free legal aid, and claim compensation from Chaozi on their behalf.At present, Chaozi has been picked out of a few plagiarized black history, entangled in lawsuits, lost several business cooperation, except in Chaozi's homeland, everyone is shouting and beating.

Xiao Taozi was filled with righteous indignation: It is said that the law firm is affiliated with the Lei Ze Group and has a lot of background, so it will definitely be able to expose him to the bottom, and the fine for plagiarism should be several times more than what he earned from plagiarism, otherwise there is no deterrence force.

Perhaps this is the legendary justice from heaven?

Jiao Tang smiled, turned off the computer, heard the sound of the door opening, and ran out of the living room: "You are back!"

It seemed that he was looking forward to it as much as himself, Shen Cifeng said calmly: "Well, let's eat first."

Faintly feeling that his expression was a bit weird, Jiao Tang's eyes fell on the pharmacy bag in his hand, and he asked in surprise, "Are you sick?"

"No," Shen Cifeng swallowed, "I bought it for a spare."

This was probably the most torturous meal Shen Cifeng had ever eaten. Jiao Tang talked about his plans for the future, and he was very happy. He listened to half of it, and the other half of his attention was fixed on the man's lips that opened and closed. valve.

"Is the food tonight not to your liking?" Jiao Tang asked when the dinner was over and the two were sitting on the sofa, "You seem to be absent-minded about eating."

Because he was really absent-minded, Shen Cifeng said coyly: "It's okay."

"Speaking of which, we've lived together for so long, and I still don't know what you like to eat." Jiao Tang glanced at him quietly, feeling a bit uneasy about his mood, and suggested, "Shall we sit on the balcony? "

In Shen Cifeng's ears, this sentence had another meaning: Does he... like being on the balcony?

The two walked out of the balcony with their own thoughts, and Jiao Tang tugged at his sleeve, motioning to sit down on the swing.Shen Cifeng wanted to speak, but Jiao Tang made a "shh" gesture. He was wondering, only heard a crisp "bang", golden sparks flickered, blooming in the night sky in front of them.

Fire trees and silver flowers are in full bloom, dyeing the night sky colorful.

Could it be that this is the "secret" that Jiao Tang mentioned? !The corners of Shen Cifeng's mouth twitched, his mood seemed to flow down from the top of the roller coaster, he thought so, how could Jiao Tan express such things to him, he was thinking about dirty things!not human!

Blossoming fireworks are brightly lit, reflecting each other with the lights of thousands of families in the distance, and beside him, the scorched eyes are full of water, flowing like a river of stars.

Shen Cifeng's heart moved: Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to ask if I could kiss him now?

"I saw it a few days ago. Tonight is the rehearsal for the fireworks before the festival. It should be even more beautiful in a few days." Jiao Tang leaned obediently on the swing, "Actually, there is something I want to tell you."

Shen Cifeng's heartbeat, which had just calmed down, beat a few beats faster again.

"Didn't I change the costumes for the Cantonese opera troupe not long ago? Their director contacted me a few days ago and asked if I could help restore an old embroidered costume." Jiao Tang turned his head and observed his expression carefully. , "It's the embroidered golden phoenix pattern that was just on display."

A strange look flashed in Shen Cifeng's eyes, thinking he was hiding it well.

"Because the embroiderers back then were too old to work with needles." This costume belonged to Grandma Shen Cifeng. It was embroidered by Mr. Jiao and several old masters. The nominal heir was Shen Cifeng, and Jiao Tang tentatively said, "I think I should tell you."

Regarding the death of Shen Cifeng's grandparents, Jiao Tang only found a few old reports on the Internet. At that time, Shen Cifeng was only a few years old. He was protected by his grandfather before he escaped death in a car accident. He was in a coma for several days and nights before being rescued. return.Because his biological mother was mentally ill, his biological father and stepmother sent him abroad without even waiting for him to fully recover, and they had no contact for more than ten years.Not only did the Shen family's resources not fall on him at all, even the relics of his grandparents, after Shen Cifeng became an adult, he sued his stepmother Qin Xueyi to court to get it back.

"Do you think I would mind?" Shen Cifeng stared at the fading fireworks, "Don't think about it. If necessary, I can give you the key to the old house. There are other costumes from grandma's collection for your reference."

The crackling sound gradually disappeared, and there was a faint smell of sulfur in the air. Jiao Tang hid the worry in his eyes and said sincerely: "Thank you."

The next morning, the general manager's office of Leizer Group was shrouded in icy air. Several assistants were on the verge of a formidable enemy. It had been a long time since the boss showed such a "fighting state". I could feel the murderous aura on Shen Cifeng.

Could it be that the acquisition is not going well?The fancy project was intercepted?Several assistants guessed for a long time with trepidation, but had no clue.

"Boss," one of the assistants dialed the phone as if death was at home, "The organizer just sent me the list of winners of the embroidery competition you asked about earlier, and Mr. Jiao's name was not on it."

When he saw the list, the assistant double-checked it several times. He also paid attention to Jiao Tang's embroidered paintings. He knew that even if the other party's level could not get the first place, at least it would not be a problem to win the award. It was hard to understand the result.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, the assistant's heart was in his throat, and he had been with the boss for many years, he knew that when Shen Cifeng was really angry, he never expressed it, but someone must suffer next time.He heard Shen Cifeng say: "Let Shen Zhuo contact me later. Then, you and the organizer said this..."

At dinner that night, Shen Cifeng heard Jiao Tang talk about it: "My work seems to have failed the selection, but I saw news on the Internet that in order to support traditional skills, the sponsors of the competition offered to provide free exhibition venues. It’s not a loss to exhibit.”

Shen Cifeng put down his chopsticks, tried to comfort him, struggled for a long time and squeezed out a sentence: "I think you embroider very well."

Although he was a little frustrated when he received the notification, Jiao Tang didn't seem discouraged: "Tomorrow I want to see other people's works. After all, embroidery and painting can't be done behind closed doors. Only by comparing can we make progress."

The location of the exhibition was a tourist landmark in the city. The next day Jiao Tan went to observe it with great interest, but after looking around, he couldn't find his own painting.

When I contacted the staff, I got the same answer: "All works have been exhibited, please search carefully."

"Then why don't you tell me where it is hung?" Jiao Tang laughed angrily: "Since it has been exhibited, there must be a record, right?"

Just as Jiao Tang asked to have a face-to-face conversation with the person in charge of the organizer, a confident voice sounded behind him: "What happened?" The attitude of the staff who was trying to perfunctory him changed drastically: "Teacher Hong."

Jiao Tang turned around, and immediately heard a familiar voice: "Biao Sister-in-Long! It's true that we never meet again in life."

Shen Zhuo supported an old lady, and waved to him with a playful smile: "You are more handsome than the last time we met!"

The person who spoke just now seemed to be the old lady who was with Shen Zhuo, and the staff hurried forward to explain: "This gentleman said that his work was not found."

The grandma known as "Teacher Hong" looked at Jiao Tang: "Are you the embroidery master participating in the competition?"

Jiao Tang nodded politely: "Yes, you are?"

Shen Zhuo introduced with a smile: "Ms. Hong is the president of the Provincial Association for the Protection and Development of Intangible Cultural Heritage, and she led the competition and exhibition."

Teacher Hong asked Jiao Tang: "You said there is no work of yours here? It shouldn't be, did you miss it?"

Jiao Tang replied neither humble nor overbearing: "This is my proof of participation. Since there is an exhibition, the exhibitor must have a record. Why do you hide it?"

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, a man in a suit who claimed to be a manager hurried out of the exhibition hall and smiled at Mr. Hong, "Sorry, I just found out that it was a temporary worker who hung Mr. Jiao's work in the wrong place. I'm very sorry."

"There have been several exhibitions here, and this kind of low-level mistake is not at your level." Shen Zhuo didn't intend to let them get away with it: "Then, can you tell us where it hangs?"

The manager apologized again and again, but still vaguely said: "It's our fault, so it's hanging in the exhibition hall."

Shen Zhuo, who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, continued: "It's all here, I haven't seen your paintings of cousin sister-in-law yet, let us open our eyes."

When Mr. Hong heard it, he was also curious: "Then let's go and have a look together."

The manager's face froze immediately. The statement just now was to avoid Mr. Hong. There were no temporary workers. They had received instructions from the organizer to "properly arrange" the display location of this embroidery painting.Unexpectedly, Mr. Hong wanted to see the roll call right now, and if he thought about making small moves, he would really be looking for death, so he had to tell the staff who went to pick up the embroidery paintings to find a similar place to hang them.

Just as several people were waiting for the staff to pick up Jiao Tang's embroidery, there was a sudden commotion in a corner of the exhibition hall, and everyone looked sideways, only to see the staff struggling to get out of the crowd holding the embroidery and hanging the painting on a wall.

As soon as it was hung, a group of people gathered in front of the painting, discussing it.

Teacher Hong frowned: "What's going on?"

A group of people walked towards the embroidered painting, and heard a few audience members say: "I just said, how can such a good painting be hung in the fire escape, it must be a mistake."

"If you don't go out to breathe, you will miss it."

"However, the ingenuity of this painting is so wonderful that you can't forget it once you see it."

……

Shen Zhuo blocked the manager who wanted to hide in the crowd, pointed at Sang and scolded Huai: "Mr. Manager, your temporary workers are really good at picking places. I don't know which colleague is in charge of training. I want to meet him."

The manager broke into a cold sweat: "It's really a mistake, we don't usually do this."

"Okay," Mr. Hong couldn't help but glared at the manager, "I'll investigate this matter to the end."

A few people came to the "Life" embroidered by Jiao Tang, and Teacher Hong suddenly stopped in his tracks: "This painting..."

Different needle and thread directions embroider the texture and three-dimensionality of the tree trunk, and the different shades of silk thread color show the dense layer of leaves. The birds are embroidered with peacock feathers twisted to show the lifelikeness of flying birds.

"There are needles but not rigid, pay attention to techniques but not out of order." Teacher Hong's voice trembled slightly, forgetting how many years, she was lucky to see such spiritual works, which are not inferior to any antique embroidery paintings.

The more she looked at it, the more shocked she was. The embroidery method of this painting is chic and skillful, and the stitches are tied, laid, and nailed freely, and the stitches, net embroidery stitches, and sub-stitching stitches are flexible and flexible, especially the one drawn by the waterway. The golden five-star can be described as the finishing touch.The most astonishing thing is that such a masterpiece of outstanding level comes from a young man in his twenties.

The hand supported by Shen Zhuo was trembling, Teacher Hong held Jiao Tan's hand with the other hand, and asked eagerly, "Is this work the first prize?" She planned to recommend it as a masterpiece of traditional cultural development this year, but unexpectedly Jiao Tang calmly replied, "I am not shortlisted."

"What?!" Teacher Hong said decisively, "Impossible!" On the way in, she had seen other embroidery paintings on display, and none of them surpassed this one in terms of technique and composition. Could it be that the judges are blind? !

Hearing this, the manager of the exhibition hall jumped out in time to blame: "The selection is in charge of other teachers, we don't know."

There was an uproar.

"I don't care about the ranking of the awards. I want to exhibit them in the hope that more people will see my works and be interested in traditional techniques." Jiao Tan said unreservedly, "If you don't mind, please turn off the lights and try."

Hearing his words, the manager didn't dare to say no, and immediately asked people to dim the lights.On the embroidered painting, the luxuriant leaves emit green light, the sky is surrounded by colorful clouds, and the flying birds are covered with golden feathers, which is not like the world.

"This is it?" Mr. Hong leaned on crutches. Isn't this what the competition encourages, sticking to tradition and innovating forms of expression. How could such an excellent work be missed? "Mr. Jiao," Teacher Hong's attitude was completely different from the beginning: "If you are willing to believe me, this competition will definitely give you justice, and we will not suppress any talents."

It is gold that always shines. Because Jiao Tang's embroidery painting has been "famous" on the Internet, many people came to the exhibition to see it. In addition, it was rumored that there was a "shady scene" in this competition, and the discussion was high for a while.

For these, Jiao Tang didn't bother to pay attention to them. Since the embroidery painting was exhibited, he had several advanced customization orders, and they all had to be scheduled slowly.He still remembered that there was an embroidery painting customized by President Lei Ze on his hand, and he couldn't delay it any longer.

One day when Shen Cifeng came home from get off work, when he entered the door, he saw Jiao Tang running over eagerly: "Shen Zhuo sent someone to send a cake, saying that he would celebrate it with me in advance, and wait for you to open it together."

The words "waiting for you" seemed to have magic power, and the little unhappiness before Shen Cifeng came back disappeared without a trace: "Come."

This time it was Jiao Tang's favorite cream cheesecake, golden and fluffy, with a tangy milky aroma. He couldn't wait to pick up the fork, and Shen Ci asked coldly, "Don't you want to take a picture?"

On the way home, Shen Cifeng received an anonymous letter, which was suspected to be the Moments record of Jiao Tang's social account, thousands of records, all related to Zhou Minghui.

He knew that there was no need to pay attention to it, so he compared it uncontrollably. Why did Jiao Tang even send the leftover broccoli to Moments to celebrate when he and Zhou Minghui were together;

"Oh, yes." Jiao Tang didn't expect that Shen Cifeng still had a "boyish heart", so he sat down beside him generously and raised his mobile phone: "Here is the first group photo."

The shoulders of the two were close to each other, and Shen Cifeng smelled the fragrance of irises on the man's body, which was elegant and followed him like a shadow; the scorched head was close to his shoulder, and the fluffy hair brushed his chin, itching; the man's pink lips slightly Opening her mouth, the tip of her small and bright red tongue unconsciously licked her upper lip, Shen Cifeng was stunned for a moment.

There was a crisp sound of "click".

"How?" Jiao Tang looked at the screen on the phone. For some reason, Shen Cifeng's expression was like a piece of wood, and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He joked, "I'll give you P..."

The next words were sealed by Shen Cifeng's kiss.