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With Qi Siming, Ling Yan was really happy and confused: the person in front of him was so kind to him that sometimes he wanted to search for all the precious things in himself, and just give them all to him.

After that day, Qi Siming and Ling Yan accompanied Ms. Xia Chuncao to the largest art gallery in the city to see the exhibition. Later, Qi Siming was temporarily called away by the board of directors. He and Xia Chuncao had a whim and asked the driver to follow her on the ground. , they took the new road traffic home.Ling Yan was wearing a mask, his hair was loosely scattered, Xia Chuncao was holding his arm, the two standing together looked like the young master had just finished shopping with his mother.

The railway track bridge of the new road traffic is as high as [-] meters, and the silver-gray buildings outside are lined up in a majestic and orderly manner. People in the car seem to be passing through the tall buildings at high speed, watching them advance, shift, and be thrown away quickly. behind.

Ling Yan was stunned for a while, and then told Xia Chuncao that he planned to resign at the end of this term and come to District XXI to take a free post in the future.

The glass-like shell outside the building reflected the metallic luster in the sunlight. Xia Chuncao was flickered for a moment. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Why do you suddenly have such an idea? That kid in my family asked you?"

Ling Yan shook his head, "No, I haven't told him yet."

His expression was a bit distressed, but it could be seen that he meant what he said.

Maybe he had this idea before he came to District XXI, or maybe this idea gradually took shape when he entrusted his work to his colleagues countless times in the past few days, but no matter what, since he said it, he made up his mind—— ——Qi Siming was so kind to him, after much deliberation, he still couldn't repay him, so he planned to unplug the lead of the current heavy work, and racked his brains, like a cat that brought a mouse to present to its master.

Xia Chuncao thought for a while and asked, "Is it because of my kid?"

Ling Yan nodded.

"You are now on the rise in your career, wouldn't it be a pity to give up?"

Ling Yan was silent for a while, "Maybe I'm not born with enough talent. I don't think I can hold a public office and take good care of my family at the same time."

"You don't have to do this, I know you are very attentive." Xia Chuncao looked at his quiet side face and said softly, "You didn't simply and rudely slap artworks at the auction to bring them back, but read carefully Art history, study the collections in my basement, I know you are very hardworking."

At the art museum just now, Ling Yan saw at a glance that a photograph inside was still in her basement a few days ago, and quietly asked her to confirm whether any of the works she bought had been registered and transferred to the creator.

Xia Chuncao was still surprised at the time, "Do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Ling Yan said truthfully.

The tone of the black-and-white photography is too mysterious and melancholy, it looks like a heavy fog on a certain day, the photographer overlooks an ancient ruins, broken symbols, circular patterns, and a mysterious stroke stretched out in the lower right corner, Like some kind of totem.The nameplate introduced at the bottom is engraved with the name of the work "Invitation to Spring", and there is only one M in the signature.

Xia Chuncao smiled, and patted the back of his hand, "Don't worry, this one is mine, I thought it was a rare opportunity today, so I asked the curator to reserve a booth for me."

Seeing Xia Chuncao's praise of this work, Ling Yan asked, "Is this taken by a deceased photographer?"

"No, its author is still alive."

"I heard from Qi Siming that you never praise contemporary artists."

Xia Chuncao raised his eyebrows, "That's right, because I think the professional characteristics of artists are different from others. Once they are noticed and recognized by the mainstream, their acuity and profundity will be gone, so I don't praise them. And attention is an idiot that stifles their creativity."

The big boss of a well-known investment bank doesn't believe in the supremacy of money.Ling Yan was also surprised.

He thought about Xia Chuncao's words carefully, but felt he didn't agree with them, and said, "Authors who can create moving works have independent and free souls, and the success of worldly recognition may not necessarily change their mentality and wipe their hearts away." talent."

Xia Chuncao finally looked up at him seriously and said, "You have done a lot of homework."

On the speeding train, Ling Yan looked at Xia Chuncao with a wry smile, and said, "Auntie, let's be frank. In fact, you don't like the job I do, right?"

Xia Chuncao tightened her arms around him and said in a low voice, come with me, and then the two of them slowly passed through the countless passengers, passed through several carriages, and walked to the end of the express train.There are the least number of passengers here, so it is convenient for them to talk. After Ling Yan was shocked at the beginning when he said that he gave up his job, a few minutes of silence allowed Xia Chuncao to sort out what he wanted to say.

Leaning against the huge glass window, she said leisurely, "To be honest, as a director of Meitou, I like your job very much——I believe that all the directors around me will be happy to see your marriage, and your position will help the Qi family. Help the United States to open the door of convenience."

"but?"

"But in your marriage, I am a mother first, and then a director of Meitou."

Xia Chuncao flipped through her bag to get cigarettes, but suddenly realized that it was in a public place, so she had to give up.

"You can see that I have not retreated to the second line now, and I have been working all the time. If there are no major disasters in the next few decades, I guess I will die like Mr. Wang Yongqing in his 90s when he went abroad to investigate new investment projects. On the road——so I don’t have any responsibilities that Qi Siming must bear, but Qi Siming’s will must be inherited. His father and I have raised him for more than ten years. I really hope that he will help at home, but he doesn’t like it, and we don’t either. Said to force him to work for Meitou - we respect him very much, so he wants to marry you, I said that as long as you think about it, your parents will agree."

Ling Yan was surprised, "He mentioned to you that he wants to marry me?"

"I mentioned it a long time ago, long before I met your adoptive father, on the night of your first live broadcast of "Reading the World"—otherwise, do you really think he is so deviant? Don't tell me or his father, Just take you to register and enter my house?"

Ling Yan's eyes flickered twice.

"There are too many potential problems in your relationship—just how long have you been dating? I have been in love with his father for two years, and you two can't have more than two months. Is the future really planned? As a mother , I want my children to be happy—it’s easy to be in love, but staying together is a lifelong topic. A couple will get along for decades, and the most important thing to share is not love, but time—you know what I love the most What do you dissatisfy with you? That is, you can keep yourself so busy, and with your current momentum, you will hold important positions in the future, and even aspire to the pinnacle of power, so the time you allocate to your partner will only increase. few--

"Some people may desperately want to be your partner, right? No matter where you go with you in the future, you are destined to have enviable and respectful eyes, and you will have a very high social status—but I This person is more honest. I don't like those vain things. I know that if this goes on, Qi Siming will gradually be regarded as a thing. It's okay for you to love him now, but one day you won't love him anymore? Feelings Is it time to spend it? Jun Xiang Xiaoxiang and I Xiang Qin, he will become an object, regularly attend dinner parties to help you save face, and even your children will gradually become tools for acting - you can fulfill the interests of many people , but you would sacrifice his happiness."

The beloved son of the parents has a far-reaching plan for it.Xia Chuncao might not be aware of Wen Hui and Ling Yuanshan's married life, but her words almost hit Ling Yan's weakness. At that moment, he didn't move, and suddenly felt so embarrassed.

The express train in the area running at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour is almost silent, and the rear of the carriage is smooth and tidy. It took Ling Yan a long time to find his own voice, "So you support the end of term work I just said."

Xia Chuncao looked up at him, and said simply, "No, I don't support it."