Passionate to know

At eleven o'clock in the evening, it was already the last subway, and the entire subway station was empty, like a silent forest.

When An Zhi and Song Zhiyang got on the subway, they were the only ones in this carriage.

Song Zhiyang seemed to look around freshly: "It's also quite convenient to take the subway."

An Zhi gave him a blank look: "If you come to sit once during your commute, you won't have this illusion."

"Well, I can pick you up every day."

An Zhi took his words and yelled at him: "...I think it's very convenient to take the subway."

The radio in the car sounded, and Anzhi had arrived at the station.He got up and walked towards the door, and said to Song Zhiyang, "Get off at the next stop, it's not easy to take a taxi around here."

Song Zhiyang also got up, followed An Zhi to the car door, and stopped after watching him get out of the car.

"Anzhi." Song Zhiyang called out.

As soon as An Zhi, who stepped out of the door, turned his head, Song Zhiyang stretched his legs, leaned slightly, and quickly pecked An Zhi's lips.

The sneak attack was successful, Song Zhiyang immediately retreated into the subway, and the automatic door slowly closed while the two looked at each other.

Of course, Song Zhiyang's expression was one of secret joy, while An Zhi's expression was one of embarrassment after astonishment.

Through the glass, An Zhi saw Song Zhiyang's lips opened and closed. The lips were distinct and easy to read.He said, "Good night."

The bell rang and the subway moved on.

An Zhi raised his hand and pointed at the place Song Zhiyang touched with his finger, his aura seemed to be still there, lingering.

His eyes darkened.

Song Zhiyang, this person is really too much, what should we do with him.

……

After more than half a month of uproar, Jiang Yu Yuan's affairs finally began to cool down, and Yu Jing's employees finally didn't have to work overtime.

It's depressing to say, it's nothing more than hard work and fruitful, but the effort has been exhausted, and all the brains have been racked, and no one has fallen into Jiang Yuyuan's eyes.Fortunately, the boss was generous and raised his salary for this month, so he had no complaints.

When Song Zhiyang walked into Jiang Yuyuan's office, she was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed presbyopic glasses, using a magnifying glass to carefully observe the collection that she had photographed earlier. Her eyes were so serious, so serious that it was almost pious. Like a pilgrim.

Song Zhiyang is no stranger to this kind of Jiangyu Garden, he has seen it many times in the past ten years.

He poured a cup of tea: "This thing is not worth that price."

Jiang Yuyuan put down his tools and took off his gloves: "Of course I know that."

He took a sip of tea and sighed: "It's just so complete and so new, it's really rare."

Song Zhiyang smiled: "You, I was stunned when I saw Diancui. Why did you invite so many old scholars and didn't figure it out?"

Jiang Yuyuan took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose: "The lost craftsmanship can be saved if you save it."

"Lost?" Song Zhiyang stopped drinking tea, "Then how did Fanting come about?"

Jiang Yuyuan leaned back in his chair, his eyes were far and deep, as if he was caught in a memory: "At that time, there was a person... I learned all my kung fu from there... It's a pity, when I was young, I always He is full of energy, chasing fame and fortune but can't calm down, he has not learned everything..."

Song Zhiyang felt that he had heard something extraordinary: "So, the fan listening was actually completed by you together?"

Jiang Yuyuan was a little reluctant to bring up these things again: "You can put it this way. After all, if I don't have such a superb touch technique, my design alone won't be able to shine."

Song Zhiyang never knew about these things, or never asked.He only thought that the incompleteness of Fanling was due to the lack of inspiration, and now he realized that there is still such a big bottleneck.

But what is even more strange to Song Zhiyang is, since it is the work of two people, why is Jiang Yuyuan the only one who has gained both fame and fortune?

Song Zhiyang asked tentatively: "Then... what about this person now?"

"Dead," Jiang Yuyuan closed his eyes, "I died that year... What a pity."

Song Zhiyang took a sip of tea to clear his mind, "Then after all these years, no one has noticed that you are not good at spotting greens? After all, you made your fortune based on this."

Jiang Yuyuan couldn't help but glared at Song Zhiyang: "Do you think my reputation is for nothing?! If you say that there will be a lot of emerald in this world now, maybe I'm the only one.... Sigh... just with Fan Listening to the single products that have been released...it can't be compared."

It turned out to be the case.

"Who else knows about this?"

Jiang Yuyuan raised his eyebrows: "Are you so careless when you are your mother?"

Song Zhiyang felt relieved.

As the originator of Yujing, Jiang Yuyuan is Yujing's living sign and living word-of-mouth, and Fanling is well-known and can be called a classic.Although it is always Jiang Yuyuan's original design, the world only knows her and no one else.In general, people in the design circle are the most suspicious and ill. What Men Qinger understands is only through the handicraft work of others, and laymen will talk nonsense and even label things indiscriminately.

If the matter of Fanling is publicized through the hands of others, it may be made a big fuss by the media.Taking a step back, just the fact that Jiang Yuyuan is not proficient in Diancui is enough to make people unbelievable.

It's just that it's been so many years since the incident, and the senior has passed away, so it's impossible to make any troubles.

"Your husband authorized you publicly, is it helpless or hopeful?"

Jiang Yuyuan put on his glasses again, his eyes flickered behind the lenses: "Who knows, there may be hidden gems in this world."

……

When An Zhi got off work, she was not blocked by Song Zhiyang, but was stopped by Tang Ling.

"Are you free on the weekend?" Tang Ling preemptively said, "If you are not free, you must be free."

An Zhi asked, "What's the matter?"

Tang Ling put her waist in: "Of course! It's a big deal! My mother's birthday!"

An Zhi was obviously unhappy: "Song Zhiyang is going too?"

Tang Ling raised her chin: "If he dares not come, I will let him know what the 'thickness' of friendship is! Besides, if he doesn't come, who will be the winner. All right, in a word, come or not?"

"…Um."

Tang Ling originally prepared a lot of nonsense to deal with An Zhi's refusal, but An Zhi nodded too simply, which made Tang Ling a little flattered, "You, you, you, you just agreed?!! You usually don't Is this the most annoying thing?!"

An Zhi pursed her lips: "It's very annoying... But if I don't promise you, it will be even more annoying."