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

The morning sun is warm and gentle, the sky is ten thousand feet above the plane window, and there are cotton-like white clouds underneath, and the sky is so blue that there is no trace of impurities.

The stewardess handed the blanket to Shen Cifeng, took a peek at Jiao Tan who was sleeping next to him, and their clasped hands, and politely backed away.Some people on the Internet were sour, saying that Lei Ze Group chose to marry the youngest national treasure-level embroidery artist just because they wanted to get rid of the impression of nouveau riche, but anyone who has seen the two get along will know how ridiculous this statement is.

Shen Cifeng has stern eyebrows and eyes, and at first glance he will feel a sense of oppression.However, when the unsmiling Mr. President put the blanket over Jiao Tang's body with light movements, his eyes seemed to melt like spring snow, forbearing and affectionate.

"Hmm..." The sleepy Jiao Tan unconsciously rubbed his face against his arm, half asleep and half awake raised his head, his hazy eyes seemed to be soaked in water.

"Woke you up?" Shen Cifeng raised his hand to stroke his bangs, "Are you still sleepy?"

This time when Shen Cifeng went to a foreign country to discuss cooperation, he didn't want Jiao Tang to live around with him, but under the insistence of that person, he finally compromised, and the two set off together before dawn.

"I'm not sleepy anymore," Jiao Tang shook his head, looked out of the window, his eyes were bright and pure against the sunlight, "It's so beautiful."

"I may not have much time to accompany you this time," Shen Cifeng said apologetically, "but I have arranged for you to accompany me."

"I'm the one who will come with me," Jiao Tang took the juice he handed over, took a sip, and raised his eyebrows, "Don't think of me as a three-year-old child, maybe I can speak foreign languages ​​better than you. "

The National Museum of the city they went to this time contained an embroidery painting by Jiao’s great-grandfather, which was a gift from the time of diplomatic relations between the two countries. Jiao Tang had always wanted to see and study with his own eyes.

"Then please take care of Mr. Jiao." Seeing his complacent look, Shen Cifeng smiled.

It was almost dusk when the plane arrived, Shen Cifeng's schedule was too tight, and the two had to part ways as soon as they got off the plane. Jiao Tang's companion was a beautiful blonde with blue eyes, who spoke in authentic Chinese: "Mr. Jiao, may I ask you?" Where do you want to go first?"

Without hesitation, Jiao Tang replied, "Please go to the Imperial Academy of Arts, thank you."

Before crossing over, Jiao Tang had obtained the exchange student quota of this university. For this reason, he had studied foreign languages ​​hard for two years. It was one of his dreams to visit this prestigious school, one of the four major art academies in the world.

Located in a city north of 60° north latitude, there is already a thin layer of snow on the ground in November. Jiao Tang looked at the lights that lit up one by one outside the car window, thinking that Shen Cifeng should be on his way to the negotiation now, and asked casually: "Miss Anna? Can you call me that? Were you responsible for receiving Shen Cifeng when he was on a business trip?"

"Please call me Anna, yes," Anna nodded, "I am the assistant of the Lei Ze Group branch, and I am responsible for arranging Mr. , "Rotate like a robot."

Since getting in the car, Anna has been secretly looking at Jiao Tang. Before she came, she was worried that the person who was said to be able to "subdue" the CEO must be a powerful character; A bit rich man's airs, but quite easy-going.

Perhaps this is what Hua Guo said "overcoming rigidity with softness"?Anna sighed in her heart. She heard that Jiao Tang was from a famous family and a well-known artist in China. He is so good-looking. No wonder the boss, who has never been interested in anything other than business, would take care of him.

"Indeed." Jiao Tang remembered that Shen Cifeng mentioned the hardships of starting a business in the early years, and the more calm the person said, the more distressed he felt.Anna said again: "The opponent in this business negotiation, Mr. Ivanov, is quite difficult. I think the boss will have a headache." The car stopped, and she looked behind her, "Here we are."

"Thank you, I want to take a stroll by myself." Jiao Tang told Anna to rest first, and got out of the car alone.

The teaching building was still brightly lit at night, Jiao Tang pushed open the quaint door, walked slowly through the classrooms, and saw the students concentrating on practicing inside, as if he saw himself in the past.

"This is not what I want," Jiao Tang heard voices coming from inside as he passed a classroom, "The lines are too rough, the colors are too harsh, and it doesn't show the beauty of the painting at all."

Standing at the door and looking in, Jiao Tang saw several girls gathered in a group. In front of them were two paintings: one looked like an original oil painting, and on the painting was a little tiger lying on the girl's lap and acting coquettishly. , the painting skills are a bit immature, but the aura is vivid.

On the other side is an embroidery painting. It can be seen that it is a handicraft show. Perhaps the embroidery is quite serious. Unfortunately, it should be due to inexperience and insufficient handling of details to fully display the charm of the original painting.

A girl said in embarrassment: "I obviously embroidered according to the method in the video, but I just can't get the same effect."

Another girl echoed: "It would be great if we could have a few more works for reference."

There was a familiar voice in the background of the classroom. Jiao Tang raised his eyes to look at the screen, and was stunned for a while. "Jiao Tang" on the screen introduced in a leisurely manner: "After the needle is inserted, pull the embroidery thread to..."

Involuntarily raising his foot to enter the classroom, Jiao Tang walked to the embroidery painting and stood still, observing carefully.Seeing him barging in without warning, several girls asked in amazement, "Did you go by the wrong way?"

Shaking his head, Jiao Tang replied in an unfamiliar foreign language: "If you don't mind, can I make some suggestions for improvement?"

Several students looked at each other in blank dismay, and Jiao Tang lowered his head and listed a few key points on a piece of paper, then translated them into foreign languages, and handed them to the leading girl.

After reading a few sentences, the students became more and more surprised. What this stranger pointed out was actually a problem that they had never figured out.Someone blurted out: "He looks exactly like the video teacher!"

"Mr. Jiao? Are you Mr. Jiao?" The students never dreamed that they would meet an embroidery master from Huaguo here, and gathered around them one after another: "Do you want to come to our school to teach?"

"No, no," Jiao Tang waved his hands again and again: "I just came to visit."

"Mr. Jiao, I like your work very much," a student eagerly raised his hand, "Can our country also see your exhibition?"

Others chimed in: "That's right, it would be great if I could experience it with my own eyes."

"Already in preparation," Jiao Tang didn't even bring his business card when he went on a trip this time, and left his contact email on the paper, "This is my contact information, if you don't understand anything about embroidery in the future, you can ask anytime. "

A student boldly asked: "Is it possible to take embroidery courses in foreign languages ​​in the future?"

Jiao Tang was taken aback: Yes, how could he not have thought of that?

Except for Chinese people, overseas Chinese, and ordinary people who are interested in Huaguo embroidery, foreign language courses will help them better understand and further promote Huaguo culture.

Another student said pitifully: "The current course is that we translate it into English and then translate it into our language. There are many difficulties in understanding."

"You are right," Jiao Tang said thoughtfully, "I will try to make contact arrangements when I get back."

It is rare to meet a real teacher, and the students did not forget to present their own works, asking Jiao Tang for help.

Jiao Tang took the pictures one by one and patiently explained the main points. He demonstrated the stitching technique to a student and asked in a warm voice, "How did you become interested in embroidery?"

"At the beginning, I saw some Huaguo embroidery in the museum. I was shocked by the expressiveness of these works and wanted to try it myself." A student replied, "We also ordered embroidered clothes from Huaguo for research."

"I am of Chinese descent," another student replied, "There is a small heirloom embroidery screen in my grandmother's house. It is exquisite and ingenious. It is different from European embroidery. I have liked it since I was a child."

……

Unconsciously, I chatted with the students for an hour or two, until Anna came to remind Jiao Tang that it was almost time to go back.

"I'll see you later." Jiao Tang shook hands with each of them, "You are welcome to come to China to discuss face-to-face."

As Anna said, Shen Cifeng was indeed very busy this time, and Jiao Tang heard the sound of the hotel room door opening in the middle of the night. He hurried forward and smelled the faint smell of alcohol on the man.

"You're waiting for me," Shen Cifeng said distressedly when he saw the man running out barefoot with a coat on, "Lie back quickly, it's getting late now."

"It's okay," Jiao Tang shook his head, "I've had enough sleep on the plane, here you are, honey water to soothe the alcohol."

Taking off his coat, Shen Cifeng drank the honey he handed over, sat down on the sofa with Jiao Tang's support, bent over to pillow on his lap, closed his eyes, and murmured: "Lan Tang..."

"I'm here, sleep well." Jiao Tang helped him cover the quilt, and stroked his frowning brows with his fingertips.

The night was very quiet, Jiao Tang thought of how Shen Cifeng used to deal with these situations alone in the past, and his heart felt sour: I want to spend more time with him.

The quiet and elegant iris fragrance seems to drive away fatigue.

Upon waking up, Shen Cifeng only felt refreshed, and the headache that plagued him from the hangover in the past did not appear. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw Jiao Tan who had fallen asleep beside him at a glance.

The man folded his hands and propped his chin, his thick eyelashes stuck to his lower eyelids neatly, and the corners of his naturally smiling mouth were slightly upturned. The morning sun shone on his fair face, like an elf who had fallen into the mortal world.

Catching the towel that fell from his forehead, Shen Cifeng held his breath, stretched out his hand, and carefully pressed it against his scorched cheek, as if he heard the soft voice of the man who was half asleep and half awake last night: "I also I can take care of you..."

There was a trace of tenderness in the usually serious eyes, and Shen Cifeng hugged Jiao Tan who was still sleeping, like holding up a fragile treasure.Carrying him to the bed and tucking in the quilt, Shen Cifeng pitifully kissed the corner of his forehead: "泡汤..."

It was already noon when Jiao Tan opened his eyes, the sun shone on the carpet through the screen window, it was a rare sunny day.Shen Cifeng set off to work early, and he just stepped on the ground when he received a call from that person: "Are you tired?"

"Not tired at all," Jiao Tang smiled, "I'm going to have lunch, where are you?"

Shen Cifeng: "I'll wait for you for lunch."

Jiao Tang was startled, and heard him say: "I'm downstairs, don't worry."

Quickly changed clothes, the moment the elevator door opened, Jiao Tang saw Shen Cifeng standing in the lobby, shaking hands with several foreigners, the man was wearing a tall black suit, the tie happened to be the style he had given him, and he looked very high-spirited , like a triumphant general.

After saying goodbye to his partner, Shen Cifeng turned around, and Jiao Tang's smiling eyes met his gaze, which were clear and bright, as if reflecting the Milky Way, and all the treasures paled in front of that person's smile. "Here we come," Shen Cifeng stretched out his hand to him, "Everyone says there's no need to worry."

"I thought you were going to take me to eat delicious food, so quickly," Jiao Tang took his hand: "Is today going well?"

Shen Cifeng nodded, and half-jokingly said: "The most difficult person rarely becomes particularly easy to talk to."

The two went to a famous local star-rated restaurant by the river, and just sat down when an excited voice came from behind: "Mr. Jiao!"

Looking back, Jiao Tang stood up, remembering that the other party was a student who had talked about embroidery with him last night: "Mila?"

"You remember my name!" Mira happily stepped forward to shake hands with him, "I told my father that you are considering holding an embroidery exhibition here. He is very interested and wants to take two pictures of you from me. The embroidered painting is placed in the company as a facade. Of course I don’t agree, let him queue up to order by himself.”

"I didn't expect Mr. Jiao's works to be so difficult to decide." A tall man walked up behind Mira and stretched out his hand to Jiao Tang: "Hi, I am Mira's father, thank you for guiding my daughter." He and Shen Ci Feng seemed to know each other, and exchanged a few pleasantries, "Mr. Shen, if I had known that Mr. Jiao would come with you, I would have boldly asked you for a work."

After shaking hands with Mira politely, Shen Cifeng said politely: "I'm afraid I can't do anything about it, I can't get involved in the loose business."

Mira said bluntly: "Father, Mr. Shen is not willing to make his partner work too hard."

"I understand, I understand," Mira's father said with a straightforward smile, "I look forward to seeing Mr. Jiao's exhibition on the spot."

Jiao Tang said politely: "Definitely."

When the foreign father and daughter walked away, the two sat down again, and Shen Cifeng raised his glass: "Langtan, you are my lucky star."

Jiao Tang clinked glasses with him: "Do you think it's right to bring me here?"

……

After the two had lunch, Shen Cifeng had to continue working, while Jiao Tang went straight to the National Museum, and finally saw the work of Jiao's great-grandfather. There were many foreigners gathered around the portrait embroidery, discussing the details of this painting techniques and performance techniques.

The painting style of the predecessor's works is more sophisticated, and he needs to learn from the rich details, but also needs to surpass.

Although Yuexiudan was born in Huaguo, his yearning for beauty has no borders, Jiao Tang is very clear at this moment, he wants to promote the art of Cantonese embroidery to the world, so that more people can see the beautiful style of Huaguo culture.

After lingering in the museum until it was closed, the winter night in the northern country came very early, when Jiao Tan stepped out of the gate, he suddenly felt a chill on his face.

The fluttering snowflakes were flying all over the sky. He stretched out his hand and watched the crystal snowflakes melt in the palm of his hand, turning into transparent water droplets.

As if feeling something, Jiao Tan turned his head, and a smile overflowed from the corners of his mouth and eyes like melting snowflakes: Shen Cifeng was standing by the roadside, the wind blowing the man's windbreaker, staring into his eyes, which seemed to be shining with warmth soft light.

Before he realized it rationally, Jiao Tang had already stepped forward, facing the falling snow, and ran towards that person with great strides.

"Is it cold?" Jiao Tang threw himself into his arms to catch him, raised his head, and the white air exhaled by the two blended into a cloud of mist in the air, "Why didn't you call me?"

The snow fell on the scorched eyelashes, like inlaid crystals, making him look like an ice doll.

Shen Cifeng wrapped him in his coat: "Not long."

Brushing the snow off his shoulders, Jiao Tang glared at him angrily: "We will wait in the car later."

Pretending not to see his temper, Shen Cifeng opened the car door: "Let's go eat."

"Two gentlemen," the young man who stopped them seemed to be a young man with a takeaway painting from a museum, "I just accidentally took a photo of you. I don't know if I am honored. Can I draw a double painting of you?"

The two looked at each other and replied in unison: "Of course."

Jiao Tang asked: "After the painting is finished, where can we see it?"

"The back is my home page address," the young man handed a Polaroid photo to the two, "Thank you, I promise that the work will not disappoint you."

"I'm looking forward to it very much," Shen Cifeng took the photo he handed over. It can be seen that the photographer's capture skills are excellent, and he completely captured the light in the eyes of the two when Jiao Tang threw himself into his arms just now.

Saying goodbye to the young man selling paintings, they went to a restaurant near the sea this time. Outside the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, they could see the lighthouse on the cliff not far away, flickering in the snow.

Outside the window, the snow is fluttering, the waves are rolling, the wood in the stove in the house is crackling, and the fragrant grilled lamb chops warm up the body.

"I have a gift for you." After eating almost, Shen Cifeng held out a bouquet of red roses from behind, and solemnly placed them in Jiao Tang's hands amidst the melodious music.

"Huh? What is it?" Jiao Tang saw the cowhide envelope in the bouquet, the cover was the school badge he was all too familiar with, and his heart beat faster: "You..."

Breathing short of breath, Jiao Tang opened the envelope and covered his mouth with one hand: "How do you know?"

"Their principal has a little friendship with me," Shen Cifeng held his hand, "I think you will like it, so I will make my own decision."

Inside the envelope was an invitation letter. The Imperial College of Art invited Jiao Tang to their college as a short-term visiting scholar.

"I..." Jiao Tang was speechless, clutching the invitation letter tightly, hugging the people around him, "Why are you so nice?"

Shen Cifeng hasn't told Jiao Tang that Lei Ze Group has negotiated a cooperation with the company here, and he will fly here often, so the two don't have to be separated for too long.

Shen Cifeng patted him on the back: "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Jiao Tang hugged the bouquet of roses: "Good!"

They parked by the bridge some distance from the hotel, Shen Cifeng put his scorched hands into his pockets, the snowflakes flew, and the soles of his shoes stepped on the thin snow, making a soft creaking sound.

A thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the river, and the snowflakes fell on the ice, white and fluffy, as beautiful as a fairyland in fairy tales.

"When you're not busy, let's build a snowman another day, shall we?" Jiao Tang watched the snowflakes melt on the back of his hand, with a warm smile on his lips, "You haven't told me where we're going on our honeymoon yet?"

"I will go to a place where no one knows you and me, and no one will disturb the world of the two of us," Shen Cifeng suppressed a smile, "If you say you can't guess, I'll tell you."

Jiao Tang was not convinced: "No."

There are not many people on the bridge, and the two hold hands, without deliberately talking, they already feel good.

Shen Cifeng turned his head to the side, Jiao Tang was looking up at the other side of the river, the lights reflected in his black eyes, like stars in the dark night.As the snow fell harder and harder, Shen Cifeng brushed the snow off his broken hair, and jokingly asked, "Grandpa Jiao, do we want to go back?"

"Grandpa Shen, I can't walk anymore." Jiao Tang also raised his hand to brush the snow off Shen Cifeng's eyebrows, wrapped his arms around his neck, and giggled.

"Come on, Grandpa Jiao." Shen Cifeng squatted down in front of him, the body temperature on his back was enough to resist the cold of the snowy day.

Jiao Tang leaned on his back, staring at Shen Cifeng's resolute and handsome side face, resting his head on his shoulder, hearing the man's steady and strong heartbeat, and said in a muffled voice: "I used to look forward to studying here, I would watch the city walks here on the Internet, and I saw snow in the video, and the lights on both sides of the river were lit up, and I always wondered if one of them would belong to me.”

Shen Cifeng listened to his voice quietly, like a warm current flowing through his heart on a snowy night.

"Until I saw it with my own eyes today, I didn't realize that the video is only one ten-thousandth of beauty." Jiao Tang hugged him, knowing that he had found his own light, "Can we come here for a walk every year?"

He didn't know that Shen Cifeng had walked across this bridge alone countless times, and had seen the snow in different places, but there had never been a scene like Jiao Tang running towards him from the snow outside the museum tonight, which was so shocking. His heart beats.

"Of course," Shen Cifeng began to consider whether to buy a manor here, his deep voice was as sweet as poetry, "Ялюблютебя, Единственныймой."

Quietly blushed the tip of a pair of ears, Jiao Tan stuck to his ear: "Ятожетебялюблю."

The author has something to say: Ялюблютебя, Единственныймой: I love you, my one and only

Ятожетебялюблю: I love you too