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

Before she had time to put away the photos on the table, Qin Xueyi's face turned pale: "Ci Feng, listen to me."

"I didn't expect my aunt to care about me so much, and even send someone to 'protect' secretly." Shen Cifeng took a photo on the table, glanced at it, and said expressionlessly, "The next thing is between me and Mr. Jiao, Auntie is so free, why don't you find out if Shen Qian has any illegitimate children outside."

"I am always Mrs. Shen, and Shen Qian is your own younger brother! Even if you don't respect me, at least give the Shen family some face." Qin Xueyi's exquisite manicure almost made her palms bleed, her forehead was full of veins, and her shoulders trembled slightly. "In any case, the marriage between the Shen family and the Bai family is imperative," she casually swept the photo back into her bag, she stood up, and cast a contemptuous glance at Jiao Tang, "I can do it myself."

Watching Qin Xueyi walk out of the door, Jiao Tang suddenly had a big brain hole: Could Shen Cifeng's injury be related to Qin Xueyi?

Recalling that when he picked up Shen Cifeng, the other party looked like he had escaped from death. It is known that Qin Xueyi secretly arranged for someone to monitor Shen Cifeng. If her people saw Shen Cifeng in an accident, they would be indifferent. Kind of unreasonable.

After hearing what the housekeeper said about the Qin family, Jiao Tang searched the Internet when he had nothing to do. Shen Cifeng is the eldest son of Shen Tiankuo, the director of the Shen Group, and Qin Xueyao, the daughter of the Qin family.However, Shen Tiankuo later hooked up with Qin Xueyi, the second daughter of the Qin family, and the two families had a fierce dispute. Qin Xueyao was sent to a mental hospital due to a big shock, and Shen Cifeng was sent abroad after the death of his grandparents, and was marginalized by the Shen family.

"Scared?" Shen Cifeng asked people to remove the coffee, replaced it with fruit tea and snacks, and sat down beside Jiao Tang: "Did she ask you to come?"

Leng Leng accepted the new tea offered by the waiter, Jiao Tang asked in amazement, "Why are you here?"

"Just passing by." Shen Cifeng didn't want to say too much, and continued to ask, "Why did you come to see her?"

Explaining that Qin Xueyi tricked him into coming here in the name of an auction house, Jiao Tang lowered his head and took a sip of flower fruit tea, the fresh floral fragrance mixed with sweet fruity fragrance, with lingering sweetness in his mouth, and invited him, "Do you want to have a drink too? "

Looking at his moist lips for a second, Shen Cifeng looked away and refused, "I don't like sweetness."

Jiao Tang: Then who smuggled in the fruit tea in your car?

Taking a sip of the macaron served, Jiao Tang casually asked, "Who do you want to marry from the Bai family?"

Shen Cifeng glanced at him: "Are you very concerned?"

Almost choked, Jiao Tang glared at him inexplicably, just asking casually, not saying he was down.

"The third son of the Bai family, Bai Yue." Shen Cifeng couldn't explain why he wanted to tell him false news, "It will be made public this week."

Jiao Tang's hand holding the cup paused: "Bo Yue?" Isn't this Zhou Minghui's White Moonlight?

The original book did not mention that Bo Yue has a fiancé, but an accomplice who can join forces with Zhou Minghui to destroy the original owner's family will never be so kind. Jiao Tang didn't want to watch Shen Cifeng jump into the fire pit, so he said quickly: "Bo Yue and Zhou Ming Hui has a lot to do with you, you'd better be careful."

Shen Cifeng took a sip of black tea, and said meaningfully: "How do you know?"

It is true that no evidence has been found yet, Jiao Tang hesitated and said: "I, I have seen them together by accident before, but it's too late to take pictures, so forget it if you don't believe it."

He really can't lie, Shen Cifeng was noncommittal.

Jiao Tang kindly suggested: "If you want to get married, it's better to choose another member of the Bai family. I heard that Bai Yue's brother is good."

Unexpectedly, when these words came out, Shen Cifeng's complexion became even more unsightly. He was afraid that it would become darker, so he only persuaded: "Anyway, you have to be careful of Bai Yue."

Not wanting to continue this topic, Shen Cifeng pointed to the embroidery painting he put aside with his eyes: "Is that the embroidery painting you plan to donate?"

"Yes." Jiao Tang handed him the embroidery.

After receiving the embroidery painting, Shen Cifeng saw that it was an ordinary practice work. Compared with Jiao Tang's new work, the needle drop technique is similar, but the color sense and details are far different. It can be seen that the handicrafts and artworks are obviously different. the difference.

Returning the painting to him, Shen Cifeng thought it over and said, "It's quite different from the painting in your living room." If you didn't pay attention to the recording and broadcasting of Jiao Tang's new work, you might think it was from a different author.

Jiao Tang said vaguely: "After recognizing the true colors of the people around me, I became enlightened." Artistic inspiration is something that cannot be explained.

Shen Cifeng asked: "Why isn't that one for sale?"

Rubbing the ear of the glass with Jiao Tang's fingertips: "That painting has special meaning to me." It was the last work left by the original owner in this world, and it is of great significance. As a person who inherits everything from the other party, he is obliged to keep it safe it.

Frowning, Shen Cifeng said calmly: "With all due respect, these two paintings are quite mediocre in terms of composition and color, and they don't fully demonstrate the characteristics of stitches. If you want to donate them for auction, it's better to wait until you embroider a better work." , it will also make people feel more sincere.”

Jiao Tang lowered his eyes: "Well, I understand."

Shen Cifeng stared at the corners of his slightly drooping lips, and suggested: "If you want to save your reputation, you might as well do some charity."

Jiao Tang was taken aback: Charity in action?

The original owner, like him, studied art and had countless hobbies, but the only one that persisted was probably embroidery.

On the way back to Jiao's old house, Jiao Tang kept thinking about what he could do that would not make people feel disobedient and at the same time change people's prejudice against the original owner.When the car drove past the community center on the side of the road, he suddenly had an idea.

As soon as he got home, he locked himself in his room and began to look for the contact information of the institutions one by one on the Internet: "Hello, my name is Jiao, and I am the district-level representative inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage project Guangdong Embroidery." He hopes to go further: "I heard that you are recruiting lecturers for public welfare courses. I want to open a public welfare teaching class here."

It's a pity that when several responsible persons heard his name, they refused one after another without thinking:

"I'm sorry, but you don't meet the criteria for starting a class here.

"Sorry, we have certain requirements for lecturers here.

"Our neighbors are not interested in these kinds of courses..."

After being hung up on number 15, Jiao Tang pinched the bridge of his nose and lay back on the recliner.

Although he knew that the original owner's status as an inheritor depended largely on the face of Mr. Jiao, the national inheritor of Cantonese embroidery, but he did not expect that in the eyes of ordinary people, the original owner would not be welcomed to such an extent.

The trouble is that if he wants to continue to develop on this road, he has to find a way to fulfill one of the requirements for the selection of city-level successors: "Actively carry out inheritance activities and cultivate successor talents".

When No.20 was called, the village committee of a remote urban village was on the other end of the line. After hearing Jiao Tang’s self-introduction, he hesitated for a long time before saying, “We already have an embroidery public welfare course here, but recently embroidery The teacher is sick and needs to take over temporarily, when is it convenient for you to come?"

"Anytime." After being rejected twenty times, Jiao Tang felt that even the uncle's voice on the phone had become cute, so he readily responded, "It's all right, no problem."

After making an appointment for class tomorrow night, Jiao Tang received the course materials and progress from the other party. Different from the embroidery painting he is doing now, this public welfare class is more practical. Most of the embroidery is handbags, round fans, Clothes and other small patterns.

After confirming the content to be taught in the class, it was already dark, Jiao Tang lay down to rest, and unconsciously closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This time he dreamed more images of the original owner's memory, no longer from the perspective of a bystander, but as if he had experienced it personally. He saw how Zhou Minghui and Bai Yue taunted the original owner after he got sick, how the Jiao family was ruined, how the original owner was... mixed with regret...

"Huh..." The moment he opened his eyes, Jiao Tang's whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and there was no light outside the window. He looked at the time: four o'clock in the morning.

Putting on his coat indiscriminately, Jiao Tang walked out of the gate of the old house like a ghost, the cold mountain wind before dawn blew his bangs, the coolness pierced his bones, and his surroundings were shrouded in uneasy darkness.

"Hiss..." A string of white lights suddenly lit up behind him, illuminating the dim mountain road in front of him. Jiao Tang subconsciously half-covered his eyes with his hands. In the backlight, the man got out of the car and walked towards him. He was tall and straight, like a god piercing the darkness. .

The tone was obviously reproachful, but it sounded inexplicably reassuring: "Why are you wandering around in the middle of the night?"

He smelled like the summer sun shining into the forest, his scorched forehead rested on his shoulder, he closed his eyes quietly, and fell asleep just like that.

What the hell is going on with this man?Shen Cifeng frowned, the distance between the two was very close, the elegant fragrance of irises lingered in his nose, compared to when they met during the day yesterday, the burnt dark circles under their eyes were heavier.

Is it because of a breakup?

Thinking of this reason, Shen Cifeng felt a little illusion in his heart, like being poured by ice water, he stuffed people into the car without saying a word, and drove straight to the top of the mountain.

The moment he woke up, Jiao Tang was stunned for a moment. There was no shelter in front of their car. The morning sun painted an endless line of gold in the sky. In another world.

There were only the two of them in the car, and the light piano sound flowed quietly, as if it was Mozart's Requiem.

"It's so beautiful." After realizing the coat on his body, Jiao Tang turned his head, and Shen Cifeng stared at the rising sun in front of him, like a silent statue, the sun seemed to not reach his eyes.

As if aware of the sight from the side, Shen Cifeng turned his head, and his gaze fell into Jiao Tang's eyes.His eyes were clear and lively, his gaze was soft and soft, reminding Shen Cifeng of his hands that night when he was injured.

Behind them is a mansion with a classical style similar to the old house of the Jiao family. It may be bigger than the old house of the Jiao family. people live.

"Sorry," Jiao Tang said softly, "I have caused you trouble again."

"Indeed." Hearing the man's answer, Jiao Tang was stunned, and then Shen Cifeng said: "You are right, Bo Yue and Zhou Minghui have some ulterior secrets."

Two consecutive fiancés had affairs with Zhou Minghui, Jiao Tang almost felt sorry for him, and blurted out: "Are you interested in registering marriage with me?"