Slag Gong lost his memory and ran away as a substitute

Today's dinner at home is Cuomo's turn to prepare.

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed that the atmosphere in the villa was unusual, and there was an extremely strange dead silence.

"Hello, Mr. Huo." He said hello politely, and the moment he raised his eyes, his four eyes met, and they happened to meet the man's gaze.

With just one glance, one could feel the gloomy aura emanating from the boss, and his eyelids twitched immediately.

"Yes." Huo Cheng nodded to him in response, "As usual."

Cuomo understood, didn't say much nonsense, and immediately turned around and got into the kitchen.His hands and feet were nimble, and after a while, a faint fragrance came out of the room.

Huo Cheng sat in the living room and looked down quietly, his brain was still almost blank, but for some reason, he remembered the man in front of him talking happily with Su Wenyu while stewing soup.

He actually made Su Wenyu so happy.

In fact, my heart was still sour, and the subtle sense of uneasiness still existed, but this time, Huo Cheng frowned, and unexpectedly followed him into the spacious kitchen.

He didn't say a word, just watched from the side, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cuomo was so stared at by this oppressive gaze that he almost couldn't figure out what he did wrong. He has always been a good employee who loves his job, is dedicated to his work, and God can testify.

"Mr. Huo, is there anything I can do for you?" After hesitating for a long time, he still asked cautiously.

Huo Cheng pursed his lips.

There was awkward silence in the air.

After a while, when Cuomo thought he would not answer, he moved his lips slightly, and finally said, "You guys, what do you and Su Wenyu usually talk about?"

Cuomo: "?"

He was always very clever, but this time he really didn't guess the intention of the employer asking this question, let alone why such a question had to be brewed for so long, so he chose to tell the truth.

"I didn't talk about anything, just some cooking, oh yes, Mr. Su will also teach me some practical Chinese."

Huo Cheng raised his eyebrows and commented objectively: "Your Chinese is enough."

Frankly speaking, with this person's current pronunciation and fluency, some people would believe that he grew up in China.

Cuomo was a little proud when he heard the compliment, but he waved his hands very reservedly, and even learned the humility of the Chinese: "Where is the Chinese language? Chinese is extensive and profound, and I live to learn it. Moreover, Mr. Su taught me many things that I have never heard before. Allegory. For example—”

He tilted his head back slightly, and frantically turned his brain to pour out the knowledge reserves inside: "For example, raising chickens on New Year's Eve - too late, digging a well when thirsty - late, splitting water with an ax - waste of work."

Huo Cheng: "..."

Did this person do it on purpose?

But when Cuomo started to talk, his acuity dropped accordingly. He didn't notice his changing mood at all, and continued to say cheerfully: "Compared to my Chinese, Mr. Su's improvement in cooking is amazing, and He is still willing to put his mind to it. He has researched many nutritionally balanced tonic soups by himself, saying that you work too hard every day."

After a pause, he changed his tone again, and mentioned with a little admiration: "For example, during the few days when your appetite was not good, Mr. Su always tried his best to find a way to make you eat more."

Huo Cheng froze slightly, suddenly a little afraid to listen.

He moved his eyes away from the countertop, drifted around aimlessly, and just landed on the cabinet directly in front of him - there seemed to be something like a sticky note pasted there.

And it seems a little familiar.

He immediately stretched out his hand, took it off and took a closer look, and there were five large characters of "common tool area" on it.

The handwriting is beautiful and sharp, and it looks like it was written by Su Wenyu.

There is also a side face of himself painted on the side, with a few strokes, but it is very similar.

This reminded Huo Cheng of the prickly pear flower pot in the company's office, with similar small graffiti on it, which looked lively.

When you are in a bad mood, just look at it and feel relieved.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, unconsciously revealing a little nostalgia in his eyes.

Su Wenyu always likes to do these small and interesting things, just like when he moved, he would pack up his things little by little, and add to his new home little by little.

At that time, he was very happy and talked a lot.

However, Huo Cheng didn't quite understand his inexplicable excitement, and he didn't want to know about it.

Huo Cheng blinked his eyes slowly, the pictures in his mind flowed, and he was in a trance.

In fact, what Su Wenyu wanted was always such a simple thing. As long as two people are together, even if they just do some small chores, they will feel happy.

It was he who deprived Su Wenyu of the right to be happy again and again.

I really missed too many opportunities that could have been happy.

Huo Cheng couldn't help closing his eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He thought, he knew what to do.

The integrated painting exhibition in the east of Yancheng City has been exhibited for more than a week. Because of the good reputation, after word of mouth, there are many people who come to visit and join in the fun.

Pei Jinwen wandered around the exhibition hall leisurely. When he passed the corner, he was immediately attracted by a painting of locust trees in the garden.

Next to it is a white label card, with a line of small words on the top——

Author: Su Wenyu

Really capable.

Pei Jinwen raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a clear smile on his usually gentle face.

He didn't stop to appreciate it too much, he walked into the tea room where he rested and chatted, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"I have something to ask for your help. I have taken a fancy to the sale item at Zhuquejiao in Hall B. Is it convenient?"

He said he was helping, but he was actually letting him know, but the way he spoke was always very tactful.

"Okay, I'll definitely keep it for you—wait!" The person over there responded casually at first, but soon, as if he suddenly remembered something, he immediately asked: "Are you talking about the author whose surname is Su?"

"...Yes, what's the matter?" Pei Jinwen frowned, but in fact, he basically expected what happened.

Sure enough, the person at the other end laughed and said: "You are too late, this painting has been robbed long ago."

"So fast?"

"Isn't that right? Although there are also factors that the reserve price is not high, it has indeed attracted several private buyers, and they even bid. The final transaction price has doubled several times compared to the original price."

"is it?"

Pei Jinwen didn't make the purchase, but he wasn't unhappy at all. Instead, he even rolled his eyes.

Not bad.

It's quite popular.

But then, he quickly frowned again, no——

"Then why is the painting still on display?"

He is aware of these special booths in the Cultural Center, and they are not included in the entire exhibition. They have not been recorded in the roster, and will not affect the integrity of the exhibition. Therefore, they will be removed immediately after the sale, and Su Wenyu will have the opportunity to fill them up. .but now……

"I'm still wondering, the other buyer directly paid the booth fee during the exhibition period in one lump sum, saying that he would take it away after the exhibition is over. Is it to make the painting show more face? Isn't this equivalent to doing charity? ?” The person on the other end of the phone also sounded very puzzled.

Hearing this, Pei Jinwen's eyes flashed.

The soft smile on his face disappeared almost instantly, and his gentle face sank.

After hanging up the phone, he clicked on recent contacts and quickly sent a message.

"Take your time. If I arrive first, I will go to the cultural center to see the exhibition. Don't worry."

Ding--

Su Wenyu quickly received the news.

Of course, he can't really take his time. Right now, the cooperation between him and Pei Jinwen's company is just coming to an end, the final draft is finally completed, and the work has reached the final handover stage. We have made an appointment for an interview and have an afternoon tea, both public and private. arrive.

But I didn't expect that Su Wenyu had obviously made a lot of progress on purpose, but Pei Jinwen still let Pei Jinwen take the lead.

The location is still the same tea restaurant as last time, but this time a quiet box is booked. On the table are rich and delicate refreshments. The snacks are fluffy and delicious, exuding an attractive aroma.

As soon as he saw the young man enter the door, he hurriedly waved his hands and was the first to congratulate him.

"Sit down, congratulations, I heard that your painting has been sold at the Integration Exhibition, so it's not long since you hung it?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Su Wenyu became happy almost visible to the naked eye, and was a little embarrassed, with a slight blush on his fair face.

It is the first time for him to sell works during the exhibition instead of brokering through the dealers, so he is inevitably excited.

"Well, luck is better." He said frankly.

"You're humble." Pei Jinwen gave him a disapproving look.

"One person is lucky to buy it, but several people are not, especially when the price has doubled." The young man smiled, and his appreciation was beyond words, and he poured him a cup of tea and passed it over, "By the way, you Do you know who bought the painting in the end?"

The buyer was anonymous, and Su Wenyu didn't know about it, so he shook his head and said, "I didn't reveal my identity, but no matter who it is, I'm very grateful for their affirmation."

"Aren't you curious?" Pei Jinwen pushed Cha Luo Dim Sum to the left calmly, and said with a slight smile: "My friend said that he seems to be a painter too. He has collected many famous paintings, and he especially likes talented ones. Young junior."

He didn't say anything to death, friends said, heard, it seems, even if the truth is revealed in the end, so what.

Let's just say that I made a mistake and misremembered, who would doubt it?

"So that's how it is." Su Wenyu knew that the person in charge of the cultural center's exhibition hall was friends with Pei Jinwen, and he even pretended to be a staff member to help on the opening day, so he naturally had no doubts about him.

"He's such a nice guy." He sighed sincerely.

"Yes." Pei Jinwen smiled deeper.

He took a sip of his tea, and when he put down his cup, he quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, the teacher said yesterday that he wanted to make a video call with us. He doesn't know the good news yet. Why don't you tell me now?"

"Okay." Su Wenyu's eyes lit up immediately, "But... now? Is he not busy?"

The teacher Pei Jinwen was talking about was naturally Dorsius, their mutual mentor. Su Wenyu calculated the time difference and thought it was just a break time, so he didn't refuse, but was worried that it would delay the teacher's other arrangements.

"I asked before. I just finished my teaching mission recently, so I still have time."

Pei Jinwen didn't lie. Dorsius was indeed relatively free at the moment. When the video was connected, he was wearing a casual farm attire and carrying a sprinkler to water the flowers in the garden.

"Teacher!" Su Wenyu immediately waved his hand in greeting.

"Come here a little bit, you're going out of the frame." Pei Jinwen reminded gently.

"Oh, good." Su Wenyu's attention was all on the screen, and he didn't pay much attention to this. He moved to the right, and the shoulders of the two of them touched together.

Seeing their close relationship, Dorseus asked with a smile, "Wen Yu, how are you preparing for the Italian DP design award that Jinwen mentioned earlier? He is very worried about you."

Su Wenyu was taken aback for a moment, and immediately had an impression: "This award is not..."

Hearing this, Pei Jinwen seemed a little embarrassed, and explained: "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell the teacher, if you don't take the road of illustration now, you naturally don't need this award. I didn't think too much about it at the time."

The gold content of this award cannot be underestimated. Su Wenyu refused at the time only because the direction was different, so he quickly waved his hand and said: "No, thank you for thinking about this for me before."

"Thank you?" Pei Jinwen looked a little helpless, bent his lips, and said with a low smile: "I didn't help much, and I think the path you chose is more suitable for you. Fortunately, you didn't listen to me. .”

He didn't seem to be dissatisfied at all because his painstaking suggestions were not adopted, and there was only sincerity and concern on his face.

But the moment he lowered his eyes, there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

Huo Cheng, Huo Cheng, if you don't talk about what you did, it means you didn't do it.

You better keep going like this.

作者有话要说：感谢在2022-01-1601:15:51~2022-01-1701:30:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 2 pcs; Wholesaler from the Civil Affairs Bureau, 54270006, Xiaobaozai, 423195171;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：哄哄70瓶；小包砸20瓶；三水15瓶；煜熠、JA.、74潜1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!