Try changing my plan again?

▍I almost begged for help...

The night is full, and the people enjoying the shade in the old community have left, only a few Yuanbao maple trees stand alone in the wind, rattling from time to time.

There are still a few lighted windows left on the six-story building built of red bricks. Someone is lying on the window sill somewhere on the third floor, with half of his body leaning out, propping up one elbow, using a standard old cigarette The gun pose holds a long and thin stick, and occasionally brings it to his mouth for two decent smacks.

Recently, all kinds of messy things weighed on her body, and finally Ruan Mian was overwhelmed with anger, her throat was full of blood and it hurt like a fire, she didn't dare to taste spicy food, and she didn't dare to smoke.

After he took the last sip of Matcha Mibamel in his hand, his figure disappeared from the window.

The hour and minute hands in the living room overlapped, pointing to twelve o'clock, Ruan Mian calculated the time in Florence, and sent Meng Zhou a WeChat message from the couch.

Around the beginning of spring last year, he encountered a situation similar to the Jiang family. A young couple planned to get married after decorating their wedding room. The girl liked the warmth of the rural American style, while the boy liked the modern style. concise.

Neither of the two would accommodate the other, and they collapsed while talking, and almost staged a full-scale martial arts on the spot.

In the end, the boy slammed the door and left, and the girl threw the ring away, crying, "You don't love me at all! Break up!"

Ruan Mian didn't have this kind of experience in disturbing the muddy water, so she could only sit beside her in a daze, not daring to move.

There is also a widely circulated saying in the home improvement circle——

"How well equipped is your house?"

"It's about to get divorced."

"Oh, that's almost over."

A year later, Ruan Mian still didn't understand how to solve this unsolvable problem, so he simply left the problem to Meng Zhou, euphemistically saying that he will be a teacher for a day and a father for life, and his father will save his life.

About 10 minutes later, Ruan Mian took a shower, and Meng Zhou's message came back.

"Designed by Ruan Da! You still have to ask me about such a small matter, don't say you are my student if you go out like this, shame on me!"

Ruan Mian scratched her nose, feeling that this sentence seemed familiar.

...It seems a bit like what he usually scolded Geng Wanwan.

A fine tradition passed down from generation to generation.

Meng Zhou followed with another message, "Since everyone has their own preferences, why don't you find a way to satisfy them at the same time? What is the professional code of a designer? Satisfaction! Try to satisfy the occupants with everything achievable." needs, within a limited space, use all your brain cells to satisfy them!"

Ruan Mian's fingers quickly landed on the screen, "I want to satisfy them, isn't this a situation where I have more energy than I want, and I am calling for reinforcements..."

"Your thinking is solidified. They like two different styles. Do you have to separate them according to the two styles? All routines are used to break. Did I tell you to go Stylization? Give me back everything I taught you."

Ruan Mian stared at the phone in a daze, a gleam of light seemed to flash in her mind.

Satisfied and de-stylized at the same time.

If it has the characteristics of Chinese style and European style at the same time, what is there to contend for?

Chinoiserie, French Chinese style.

As early as the end of the seventeenth century, Chinese style swept across the West, and special products such as silk and porcelain entered France in large quantities, becoming luxury goods for the upper class to display power and wealth.

In addition, they are also keen on Chinese artistic style and decorative style. The two cultures have created another charm because of the thorough collision and fusion of the Silk Road.

The walls of Château de Chaim, where Mrs. Pompidou lived, were painted with blue Chinese landscape paintings. The wall panels and furniture of the Palace of Versailles were decorated with large lacquer paintings. The later Rococo style was largely integrated into China. element.

High-end, atmospheric, upscale, without any sense of disobedience.

Even the most typical curved legs of European-style chairs are rumored to have come from the mutation of flowers during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

So what is so difficult about the coexistence of European style and Chinese style?

It’s just that mix-and-match needs the designer’s aesthetics and patience the most among all styles. It needs to refine and blend colors, materials, elements, etc., find a delicate balance between them, and arrange things with different styles in harmony.

Ruan Mian made a quick decision, took out his laptop and was about to start working. While waiting for the computer to start up, he got tangled up again.

Confused about whether to tell Meng Zhou the current situation of the company.

Saying it is like making a small report, don't say it, sooner or later something will happen if this goes on.

It stands to reason that this is not something he should worry about as a small employee, but his affection for Meng Zhou is really deep, and there is no way to see his hard work ruined in one go.

The current deputy general manager in the company is Meng Zhou's younger brother, Meng Quan. His original management philosophy is basically the same as that of his elder brother. Later, I don't know if it is because he has been in a high position for a long time and is blinded by profit, and he began to dislike his brother. Fake Dakong's love and dreams live in the illusory art world all day long.

Today's Meng Quan feels that profit should come first when running a business, and any business that doesn't make enough money is a hooligan.

He is so reckless about forcing the subordinates, the subordinates can only think of some bad ideas and do crooked ways, and Y·H will only become more and more chaotic.

Ruan Mian was still hesitating, but Meng Zhou replied, "Stinky boy, why don't you go to bed? Don't stay up all night."

Ruan Mian was ruthless, "Old Meng, when are you coming back?"

Meng Zhou: "What's the matter? Missed me?"

Ruan Mian: "..." Sure enough, shamelessness can be passed down from generation to generation.

Ruan Mian, "I think the company is a bit chaotic now."

He roughly told Meng Zhou his conjecture and known events, and finally added, "This is just my idea, and I don't know if it's right."

It took Meng Zhou a long time to reply, "Okay, I see, when your entry is ready, remember to send it to me for a look."

Compared with Jiang Song and his brother living in a luxurious villa area in the city center, the location of the Jiang family's old house is even more insane.

The Fourth Ring Road is adjacent to the commercial area, and a bluestone exterior wall is used to enclose a quiet mansion amidst the hustle and bustle.

Ruan Mian found a safe place for her second-hand Mercedes-Benz, and walked towards the vermilion gate with the computer and blueprints.

He had just adjusted his appearance and was about to knock on the door. A yellow Lamborghini did not slow down at all, turned in with Qiu Mingshan's snake skin, and stopped firmly at the door.

Jiang Yuan got out of the car, reached out to take off his sunglasses, and greeted Ruan Mian with a beaming smile, "Here we come."

"Well, here we come." Seeing that she was alone, Ruan Mian poked her head slightly to look around, as if looking for something, "Hey? Where's Jiang Song?"

Jiang Yuan crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows slightly, "What? Miss him?"

Ruan Mian, "???"

Is there only so many people he thinks about recently?

Jiang Yuan laughed again, stepped forward and knocked on the door knocker of the animal head, "He has something to do, he will be here in a while."

Ruan Mian, "Where's Ding Dong? Why didn't you bring her with you?"

Jiang Yuan, "I'm practicing piano at home."

Ruan Mian, "Practice again."

Jiang Yuan shrugged helplessly, "I advocate free growth, but her father is not willing."

As soon as Ruan Mian followed Jiang Yuan into the door, he saw the old man in the yard wearing a long gown and a coat with teacher's round glasses on his nose.

The old man looked almost seventy years old, his gray hair was combed meticulously, and his back was shiny. At this moment, he was striding forward, holding a huge blue and white porcelain jar in his arms, and he was panting and pushing it to the corner of the courtyard. He moved, and when he reached a certain point, he straightened up, shook his hands and feet to relax his muscles, looked in all directions, made some adjustments left and right, and then nodded in satisfaction and patted the ashes on his hands.

The blue-and-white porcelain vat is as high as a person's chest, and there are fish and lotus in it, and the water level is not very high.

The five elements of the fish tank belong to water, and the east belongs to wood, and water can produce wood, so placing it in this position will greatly enhance the luck and popularity of the owner.

Ruan Shengun saw the doorway at a glance, and couldn't help but slapped his thigh, "Master, your position is wonderful!"

The old man turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes were bright, "Do you know Feng Shui?"

The new knowledge that Ruan Mian had just learned a few days ago was still warm in his pocket, so he quickly responded enthusiastically, "I understand a little bit, I'm still learning, Feng Shui is a profound thing, it's too profound, I still have to study it." Ten and a half years."

The old man looked like a fairy, he walked up to Ruan Mian with a few vigorous strides, and patted him on the shoulder, "This is really an old acquaintance in a foreign land! They don't understand me, saying that I am a feudal superstition! These days I understand There are not many Fengshui, little brother, you have to study hard! There is no harm, how can you just throw away the things of your ancestors?"

Ruan Mian nodded vigorously, "People are built because of the house, and the house is built because of the people. People and houses support each other and connect the world. The feng shui art that has been handed down for so many years, whether it is metaphysics or science, is based on evidence. , how can it be considered a feudal superstition, it cannot be discarded."

Then, the old and the young two cross-age magic sticks pushed the glasses on the bridge of their noses at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, and the academic exchanges were in full swing.

Jiang Song had just crossed the threshold with one leg, and hadn't had time to retract the other when he bumped into the miraculous scene of his grandfather and Ruan Mian hooking shoulders and calling each other brothers.

Jiang Yuan stood aside with arms folded, and looked at him faintly, obviously giving up the treatment and letting them go.

Jiang Song's expression was a bit complicated, he looked at Ruan Mian, then at the old man, "Grandpa, where did you get another pair of glasses?"

This time it was Ruan Mian's turn to be stunned, and was stunned by the sound of grandpa.

grandfather?

This old gardener who seems to work hard is Jiang Song's grandfather?The founder of Jinyuan Group?

So he called Jiang Song's grandfather the old man just now, and he almost wanted to ask someone to ask him to forget the year?

Ruan Mian, "..."

shit.

He seems to have gone to the wrong shed again.

Mr. Jiang was unaware of the sudden strange atmosphere, he grabbed Ruan Mian's wrist with a smile, and waved to the dumbfounded grandson, "Come on, let's go into the room first, little brother, what's your name?"

Ruan Mian's heart was broken, and he staggered, "...Ruan Mian, sleepless sleep."

Mr. Jiang said, "Brother Ruan Mian, come here, I have the new Yuqian Bashu. I'll soak it for you to taste."

In the living room, two rows of expensive mahogany sofas occupy the center, with only a thin embroidered cushion on the surface, which looks very solemn and majestic...and buttocks.

Landscape paintings, enamel-colored porcelain, antique shelves, and a pot of Tianyi lotus on the flower table, all of which are extremely pure inside and out.

A row of exquisite purple clay teapots were placed on the rosewood root-carved tea tray, exuding a faint fragrance. The chubby little monk tea pet was sitting beside him, tilting his head and smiling at Ruan Mian.

Mr. Jiang lowered his head and was busy with his work, warming utensils, setting tea, washing tea, brewing, pinching the lid of the pot to perform the spring breeze blowing his face, humming a Beijing accent, he was very busy.

Ruan Mian really wanted to say that he was afraid of suffering and didn't want to drink, but he didn't dare to speak, so he looked at Jiang Song as if asking for help.

The latter seemed to have not received his signal at all, and stood up and said to Mr. Jiang, "I'll go up and call grandma."

Ruan Mian took the teacup in despair, and drank it down as if dying.

The author says:

People build houses because of people, and houses exist because of people. People and houses support each other, and they feel connected with the world.

—— "The Yellow Emperor's House Classic"

The spring breeze in the tea ceremony is actually to fiddle with the tea powder with the lid.

Tianyihe is a sky-high orchid.

Entering the palace for the second time within half a month, I hate the hospital QAQ.