Please stay away from the life of fans

The next day, the weather was even hotter, the sun mercilessly penetrated through the verdant leaves, and the sound of cicadas made Shen Nanxing wonder whether he should praise this community with a green coverage rate as high as 60.00%.

Shirt, Prosper midsummer limited edition - mature and steady style; trousers, Shige Haute Couture tailoring version; shoes, global limited edition.Shen Nanxing parked the car in the open-air parking area, looked at himself in the rearview mirror, and then at his clothes, pants and shoes.

Well, there are no unnecessary wrinkles all over the body, and they are all light luxury brands that Mr. Shen is familiar with. The fragrance of the perfume is a mild and connotative mint fragrance.

It is completely in line with Mr. Shen's aesthetics, and the whole person is reserved and introverted to rest assured.

Carrying various supplements and cosmetics, as well as my younger brother's toys, I took a deep breath at the door, and was held back by the open door.

"I saw your car coming in from the window," Song Su opened the door with her hair in her arms, her slightly powdered face was very dry in summer, and the mint-colored skirt was visually cool, and she took the With the things in his hand, his slender eyebrows frowned, "There's no need to buy so many."

Shen Nanxing put on his shoes: "Let me buy some, otherwise I won't feel at ease with this meal."

Song Su: "..."

She glanced at the box of toys: "Xiao Nan, your brother will graduate from the sixth grade soon."

Shen Nanxing paused and glanced at the "LEGO" logo: "Ah, this toy can be played by even older children."

Song Su was helpless: "You can just spoil him, how is the studio? Are you tired?"

"It's okay," he relaxed his shoulders, pretending to ask casually, "Where's Lao Shen?"

Song Su was about to reply when the door of the study opened.

Mr. Shen was very serious, wearing a Tai Chi suit, and said fiercely: "What are you talking about with this nondescript thing? Come in, you will become more and more useless every day!"

Shen Nanxing blinked at Song Su, and Song Su hurriedly picked up a piece of cantaloupe from the fruit plate and put it in his mouth, whispering: "You're still angry, bite a sweet one, don't quarrel with him."

"Is it something about the Internet?" Shen Nanxing's voice was also very low.

Song Su nodded tightly: "I almost drove you to the place where you lived and the studio that day. I stopped you to wake up. I was busy in the study all night. I guess I was helping you."

Shen Nanxing preferred cantaloupe for dessert in his heart, so he walked towards Mr. Shen.

The situation where he and Comrade Lao Shen did not want to see each other began on the day when the admission letter for the college entrance examination came out, and the old comrade discovered that his son quietly changed his choice, changing his major from management to fashion design.

"Nondescript" and "incompetent stuff" have become Shen Nanxing's labels at home.

Knowing that Shen Nanxing is still "obsessed with obsession" after graduating from university, the two see each other every time they meet.

As soon as the door of the study room was closed, Mr. Shen snorted coldly: "It's been less than two years since you graduated, and you really lived up to what I guessed."

What does it look like?nondescript……

Shen Nanxing thought that this word would be hard to pass, tried to shake the words in his head away, and smiled sincerely at his father: "Old Comrade Shen, we finally met once, why don't we be peaceful?"

"Be more peaceful?" Old Mr. Shen threw out a few photos, "What did I say at the beginning? Sooner or later, you have to do something to make me Shen Linghe feel ashamed to see your mother!"

Shen Nanxing put away the photos: "It's serious, old Shen, it's normal for tabloid reporters to make money by catching celebrities."

"Are you a star too?" Shen Linghe had the Tai Chi sword in his hand, and Shen Nanxing quickly went around and heard him continue, "Why didn't I know that your small studio that opened three or four orders in a month had such a star as a wallet? "

Shen Nanxing: "..."

"No bag." He wanted to put the sword on the coat rack, but after thinking about it, he was still too close to Comrade Lao Shen, so he chose to hang it behind the door of the study door. "It was a misunderstanding."

Shen Linghe locked on Shen Nanxing with sharp eyes like looking at a competitor, but he didn't grasp the point after a few seconds: "What's the misunderstanding? Could it be that the person in this photo isn't you?"

Shen Nanxing said honestly, "That is indeed me."

"Then what's the misunderstanding? You couldn't keep your studio open and went to find a part-time job as an actor?"

"Why is there so much hostility towards my studio? Comrade Old Shen."

Comrade Lao Shen: "Don't you think about it?"

Shen Nanxing was stunned. Indeed, when he made it clear with his actions that he would not go home to inherit the "family business", old comrade Shen Linghe wished that his studio would close down as soon as possible.

However, Shen Nanxing was very happy, and told Comrade Shen with four-digit performance per order: it was too early to close down, and the income of the employees under him was still considerable.

"You have Shen Xiaobao." Shen Nanxing chuckled, "Isn't he quite talented in this area?"

Shen Linghe couldn't help but pat the table: "He's only in elementary school!"

"Junior high school after the summer vacation!"

A planning book fell on Shen Nanxing's feet, he predicted it, and bent down to pick it up: "Hey, Daddy, everyone has their own destiny, it's useless to force it."

"What fate? You want to talk about your artistic fate again?" Shen Linghe was a little anxious, "I can check, the category of art does not include men and men getting together!"

Shen Nanxing: "..."

Yep, Comrade Shen, the business negotiator ghost, has brought the topic back.

This conversation was not pleasant. Of course, the old comrade Shen Linghe was not happy alone. Shen Nanxing was already used to it. He said so much because he wanted to go back to manage the company by himself, and he didn't want to let himself suffer from the hardships of starting a business.

It's just that the old comrades don't know that no matter how many difficulties the studio encounters, Shen Nanxing doesn't feel any hardship.

Song Su knocked on the door at the right time, telling them to go out for dinner quickly, and Shen Beiyue also returned home.

Shen Beiyue was a little reluctant to go to the table, he was afraid when he saw Shen Linghe's dark face, so he ran to sit next to Shen Nanxing.

For the two brothers and this family, Shen Linghe is also very complicated.

Shen Nanxing asked Shen Beiyue to eat more meat, saying that he would not grow tall, and that he would not be able to beat the little bastard when he went to junior high school, Shen Linghe couldn't help but coughed aloud.

"What I'm talking about is the experience of people who have been there before," Shen Nanxing clicked his tongue. "When I was studying, no one dared to bully me. At that time, I swung a basketball at people and could fool people."

Shen Beiyue is just like his mother, Shen Nanxing feels that this kid will definitely be a gentleman when he grows up, but with his thin arms and legs, it is easy to give people the illusion of being bullied, and he is usually silent.

"How old is he? I don't want to teach him." Shen Linghe almost hit him with his chopsticks, but suddenly he felt bad again, and stared at his cub a little self-destructively, "Forget it, you don't have anything good to teach!"

Shen Nanxing sighed helplessly.

But today, Shen Beiyue suddenly seemed to be twisted by someone, and he retorted Shen Linghe very seriously and seriously: "Father, brother is very good!"

"When he was in school, his grades were very good!" The little guy blushed a little, "And my brother also has his own opinions, and he did very well on the path he chose!"

"Dad, you can't keep talking about him like that."

Although Shen Nanxing has always known that old Comrade Shen just stopped saying good things to him, and everything is still clinging to him where he can't see, but when he really heard these words frankly, the warmth in his heart was still there. like a wave.

But Shen Beiyue was too serious, he was still too young to understand what was wrapped up in Comrade Lao Shen's stubborn self-esteem, he just felt that his father didn't want to see this brother, and he would say inappropriate things if he was serious.

"Father, if you keep saying things like this, if my brother doesn't come back, I understand him very well. You are wrong, and I don't like to speak ill of my own son..."

Shen Nanxing quickly covered his mouth, lowered his voice and patted his head: "Why are you serious, kid?"

Shen Linghe was not angry, but also looked like "I have no intention of changing this way of speaking", as if awakened by Shen Beiyue, raised his finger and pointed at Shen Nanxing: "So I remembered, You have done a good job on the road of choice...do you still remember when you set up a studio, you said you want to build your own brand?"

Shen Nanxing's shoulders suddenly collapsed.

It was the eve of graduation from university, and Comrade Shen called him into his study, saying that three years of hobbies and hobbies was enough experience, and he thought about it, and after the graduation ceremony, he slipped to the company to get a job card for an internship.

But Shen Nanxing said that he wanted to be a designer.

In Shen Linghe's view, no matter how many clothes you make for others, no matter how eye-catching unique style you have, it is not worth a "seal".

Starting a company without a brand name is just a small workshop, an "intermediary" that cannot be listed in the elegant hall; the design is the same, without an independent brand, it will always be a group of brainless tailors.

"It's been almost two years," Shen Linghe's tone now is non-negotiable, "July, if you really can't think of a plan for brand research and development, I hope you will consider coming back, after all, the studio can Now that you have opened, your ability in management may really be more talented than design.”

For this point, Shen Nanxing does not make any redundant defenses, he is more inclined to talk about substantive achievements.

"Okay." He took a piece of meat and chewed, feeling a little overwhelmed.

After dinner, Shen Linghe still had things to do, so he gave Shen Nanxing meaningful glances, but he didn't say what he wanted to say, leaving only a back view of his hatred for iron.

He didn't intend to stay anymore, and drank a glass of water: "Then Aunt Song, I'm going back to the studio to think about my brand."

Song Su smiled helplessly: "Don't listen to your father, don't feel pressured."

He chuckled: "It's good to be a little stressed, don't let the studio really collapse."

"You unlucky boy," Song Su didn't like him choking with his father, "Let me tell you about Lao Shen, if you don't take over the company, will the sky fall?"

Unable to collapse, Shen Nanxing frowned, and Shen Beiyue suddenly said that he would send him off.

Seeing that the younger brother seemed to have something to say, he got into the driver's seat and asked him to get in the car too, Shen Beiyue hesitated and stared at him eagerly.

Only then did Shen Nanxing free up his mind to read the text messages. Lu Shengkuo didn't wait for him to reply, and even made a few phone calls, thinking that he was in trouble.

He hurriedly responded to the message, saying that he was eating and didn't read the message.

"What do you want to say to me?" His mood was rising, and the corners of his mouth were hooked.

"Brother," Shen Beiyue called him a little timidly, "Is it because of me and my mother that you have become like this?"

Shen Nanxing: "???"