male god is not easy to chase

Yuan Rongbin rushed back within half an hour.He was originally dealing with matters in the company, but he heard that his son actually came to him.

This is really the sun coming out from the west,

Yuan Rongbin didn't dare to be negligent, so he drove the car up, afraid that he would be late, and his son, who hadn't set foot in the house for six years, ran away.

When he got home, Yuan Zheng sat on the sofa obediently and waited for him.

Yuan Rongbin took off his suit, handed it to the nanny, and asked with a smile on his face, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No." Yuan Zheng said.

Yuan Rongbin hurriedly asked the nanny to cook some good dishes.

Yuan Zheng stood up, pursed his lips, and asked a little strangely, "Where is that person?"

Yuan Rongbin knew who he was talking about. After all, Yuan Zheng had met him before, so he smiled and said, "We're divided. Is there something you're here today?"

Yuan Zheng glanced at him with disbelief in his eyes, "You are so old, still not settled?"

"How?" Yuan Rongbin didn't feel that Yuan Zheng's words were "following the above", and he didn't mean to be angry, so he patiently explained: "Your father said that you know the situation, and this is probably the way to live in this life."

"Then you still divorce my mother." When Yuan Zheng said this, he still couldn't hide his anger.

"If you don't get a divorce, it will delay your mother's life."

"It's really crowning. If you have the ability, why don't you marry her?" Yuan Zheng's words were already very blunt.

Probably because he has experienced big storms in half his life, or because the father and son haven't talked under the same roof for many years, Yuan Rongbin's temper tonight seemed particularly good.

Instead of caring about Yuan Zheng's repeated confrontations, he asked, "Then what do you think Dad should do? In that era."

Yuan Zheng kept silent in anger, and the living room was quiet for a long time before he heard him say slowly but firmly: "Even if I don't get married for the rest of my life, I won't harm a good girl."

Yuan Rongbin sighed: "The most important thing in this world is that you have enough money to support you to survive. When that day comes, you won't be able to take care of so much."

"Still scum." Yuan Zheng said.

It wasn't until this moment that Yuan Rongbin showed a little impatient look, "My lord's business is not something that can be explained clearly in one or two sentences. You don't have to worry about me and your mother's business. I didn't ask you to agree with me as a father. As long as you don't follow in my footsteps."

Yuan Zheng was stunned.

After a long while, he asked in a low voice, "How have you been all these years? Uh, I mean emotionally."

"Relationships, I changed a few. The time is not long, and generally speaking, I still live alone." Yuan Rongbin replied very sincerely.

Yuan Zheng looked up at him, "I thought with your financial resources, you would take care of a few."

"Even if it's a babysitter, so what, at your father's and my age, it's only suitable to live in peace and stability." Yuan Rongbin said, the nanny brought freshly brewed tea, and Yuan Rongbin poured Yuan Zheng a cup.

"Then do you want to be alone forever?"

Yuan Rongbin stopped pouring the tea, and the green tea overflowed.

He seems to be explaining to Yuan Zheng, but also seems to be comforting himself, "The divorce rate is so high these days. Even ordinary couples, after getting divorced at the age of father, not many find a partner to marry again. What's more, Dad still has a career to work on."

Yuan Zheng left after dinner.

This conversation seems to bring back Yuan Rongbin's old affairs. Until Yuan Zheng left, Yuan Rongbin was emphasizing with him: "Don't go the way of father."

Yuan Zheng's figure froze at the spacious spiral staircase, and the silver-white central chandelier hit him, giving people a sense of coldness for no reason.

"I will."

Yuan Rongbin heard Yuan Zheng say this.

After the party, Jiang Peifeng returned to school and continued to attend classes, do questions, and return to the rented room. It seemed that there was no difference.

The only difference from before is that he stays in school more time.

He spends all his free time on photography. K University is so big, Jiang Peifeng intends to photograph the unknown K University from every angle.

In photography, every speck of dust is precious.

With the theme of "Fleeing Years·Dark Shadows", he took more than a dozen photos, all with different lights, shadows and dust as the background, and the scenes of the campus.

He was very satisfied with the photos in this issue, and posted them on Weibo, unexpectedly getting thousands of likes.

Soon someone found out that this was K University. As an admirable university in China, the students of K University seemed to have their own aura, and for a while, netizens took pleasure in digging up his personal information.

Jiang Peifeng's personal photo was quickly dug up, and even his professional class was guessed.

Jiang Peifeng didn't take it seriously at first, after all, the netizens were just curious, and the people who knew about it didn't even reveal their names.

Until one day when he was going to the classroom for class, he habitually entered through the back door, and all the classmates looked at him head-on.

Jiang Peifeng was caught off guard and became famous in the school. One day, a classmate from the Academy of Fine Arts contacted him and asked him if he would consider cooperating with the Academy of Fine Arts to issue postcards.

Postcards?

Jiang Peifeng thinks this idea is feasible, but the specifics can only be clarified in person.

The matter of discussing specific matters with the Academy of Fine Arts was settled in this way. Ever since Yuan Zheng discovered his little secret, Jiang Peifeng has been in a state of running around and tired, constantly adjusting the aperture, depth of field, and light perception. Select the most satisfactory ones from the photos.

It wasn't until this time that I finally finished the previous work.

Jiang Peifeng took a shower and came out of the bathroom with his wet head on his face. After thinking about it, he decided to ask Yuan Zheng about his attitude.

Even if he died, he had to die clearly. Jiang Peifeng had the cheek to think that as long as Yuan Zheng didn't express his refusal, it was still possible.

However, he sat on the bed and dialed the mobile phone for half an hour. The interface changed from the address book to text messages, and then from text messages to QQ and WeChat. He hadn't decided whether to send messages or make calls.

In fact, in the final analysis, I still know that the possibility is not high.

Jiang Peifeng thought, let's wait for him to be better and have more chips.

I made an appointment with my classmates from the Academy of Fine Arts at a milk tea shop on campus.

After Jiang Peifeng went in, he was surprised to find that the person he contacted actually knew him, the person Jiang Peifeng yelled "Wow, woof, woof" when he was sitting in the next room on the day of the class dinner.

The boy was also very surprised, and said with a smile: "So it's you, it's really a fate."

He greeted Jiang Peifeng and introduced himself.

The boy's name is Lu Ming, he is a junior in the Academy of Fine Arts, and he is also the president of the school's Painting and Calligraphy Association.

Lu Ming introduced that he originally planned to publish postcards in the style of oil paintings, and he already had more than [-] postcards. Then, he showed Jiang Peifeng his works.

Because his father is an advertising company, Jiang Peifeng has seen many works of art, and considering his simple understanding of oil paintings, they are really beautiful anyway.

Lu Ming seemed very chatty, and he even developed Jiang Peifeng's photos, "I really like your photos in this issue, so they were developed without your consent, don't you mind?"

Jiang Peifeng smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I don't mind."

Lu Ming smiled and said, "That's right, every photo is beautiful, but if you want to make a campus postcard, only these two are suitable." He pointed out the photos, "Buildings and parks are the school's landmarks. The characteristics of these two photos are not only the angle, color saturation, and content, but also very much meet my requirements.”

"You want the building and the park?" Lu Ming reminded him that Jiang Peifeng just brought the camera, and there are many photos that have not been uploaded.

He flipped through a few photos and came out: "Is that so?"

Lu Ming took the camera and flipped through a few photos. One was a photo of the water reflecting the blue building of the library.

Lu Ming's eyes lit up, and he flipped to the next photo, and after seeing the content of the photo, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

It was a photo of the setting sun passing through the cracks in the doors of two teaching buildings. The bright orange tones illuminated the teaching buildings on both sides so that you couldn’t see any special colors. It was so bright that you couldn’t see anything clearly.

When Jiang Peifeng took this photo, he should be lying on the ground and looking up slightly, so the effect of the photo looks like he is about to step into heaven.

On the other side of the heaven, because it is too dazzling, there is nothing.

Jiang Peifeng didn't notice the astonishment in Lu Ming's eyes, but explained why he didn't move these photos, "I always wanted to take simple and beautiful effects from these photos. You must know postmodernism if you are an art student? "

Hearing Jiang Peifeng's question, Lu Ming came back to his senses: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"I want to shoot that kind of extreme lines, but also have abundant colors, a contradictory beauty that blends emptiness and complexity." Jiang Peifeng feels that he has integrated the lyricism of eight lifetimes into it, "It's a pity that I tried it later. I have colored and filled many times, but I can't achieve the effect I want."

Probably because of studying art, Lu Ming suddenly understood what Jiang Peifeng meant.

After all, Jiang Peifeng didn't study art. He knew the angle, but he didn't know the color matching.

Lu Ming looked at Jiang Peifeng as if looking at a treasure, and stood up, "Come to my studio, let's study it together."

In order to make this postcard well, Jiang Peifeng can be said to have spent his life.

In the following time, Jiang Peifeng took pictures every day, selected photos, set the tone, and could be directly developed into pieces. If there were any deficiencies, Lu Ming would use his superb painting skills to draw the effect Jiang Peifeng wanted.

As expected of Lu Ming's background, he has novel ideas about colors and angles, and Jiang Peifeng has learned a lot from him.

Many times, the two ran around the campus with their cameras, and even missed their meals.

As for skipping classes, it is even more commonplace.

Perhaps because the Academy of Fine Arts and the School of Economics and Management were on the same campus, Jiang Peifeng saw Yuan Zheng more often.

Even often, when Jiang Peifeng came down from Lu Ming's studio, which is the Art Media Building, at night, he would see Yuan Zheng alone, standing in the basketball court next to the Art Media Building, practicing pitching.

Jiang Peifeng was happy to take a peek, but most of the time, Yuan Zheng left after practicing for a long time.

Several times in the middle, Jiang Peifeng felt that Yuan Zheng seemed to have discovered himself, because his eyes were looking in his direction.

But it was just a feeling that Yuan Zheng's eyes had never met his.