After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

Sometimes happiness can be so simple, Feng Yun has never experienced it before.

The dim orange light from the street lamp shrouded Ning An's body, as if forming an independent small world.

It made him ignore the dark clouds that were gradually lowering above his head, as well as the cold and howling wind outside.

He just wanted to run quickly into that small world, where it was so warm and cozy, the warmth spread to him, and it was not cold at all.

He walked over with a faint smile on his face, his face remained calm, but when he came to Ning An's side, he still couldn't help stroking his hair with his hands.

Ning An seemed to be a little concerned, but he didn't say anything, he just turned his head and used his fingers to straighten out the messy hair again.

Yunlai's business has always been very good. Even though Ning An made an appointment long in advance, she still didn't get a private room.

They took their seats in a small screened-off private space in the hall.

The space is small, close to a large floor-to-ceiling window with traditional paper-cut grilles on the window.

The festive atmosphere of Christmas fills the space, snowflakes, lanterns, elk...

Music is not the JingleBells everywhere in the streets, but SilentNight, which is quiet, clear, and purifies people's hearts.

The shop owner gave each table guests a pair of gifts, which are pink cherry blossom-shaped ceramic chopstick rests, very small and cute.

Ning An took it away, and whispered to Feng Yun: "Our dining table lacks a pair of chopstick rests."

It was obviously just a very common sentence, but Feng Yun just couldn't hold back his smile, the smile was shallow, and deliberately pursed the corners of his lips.

Such a smile made him look young and sunny, with some careless naughtiness.

If Chu Yayan sees it, her jaw will drop in shock, this is not the indifferent and careless Feng Yun she knows at all.

The food was served quickly and thoughtfully, the geoduck and sea urchin were fresh and sweet, Ning An couldn't help but eat a few more mouthfuls.

After putting down the chopsticks, I couldn't help holding the wine glass and looking out the window. The street lights in the distance were bright, and the windows were lively and beautifully decorated.

This kind of festival is similar everywhere, and it is similar to his world.

All the hustle and bustle in the world are similar, only loneliness and loneliness are different.

His home is very lively at this time of year. I don't know what it will be like this year?

He didn't dare to think deeply, and lowered his head and drank the whole glass of wine.

It's just that the corners of the eyes and the brows were finally stained with a dark color, and the corners of the mouth were also stained with a little sauce without knowing it.

Feng Yun quickly noticed his unusualness, he leaned forward naturally, and gently wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, the tentacles were soft and tender.

Ning An was stunned for a moment, Feng Yun shook his sauce-stained thumb at him: "Why are you still like a child, whether you sprinkled on your clothes or not, quickly take a look?"

Ning An's face turned red, and he really looked at his skirt seriously.

Emotions came and went quickly, he looked at Feng Yun and smiled, and poured him a cup of hot tea: "Shall we have one?"

Feng Yun was as good as others, and the two clinked glasses.

Ning An sighed a little, but tried his best to let go of his sadness, he smiled: "Actually, I'm a little homesick."

Feng Yun also smiled: "Why can't you be separated from your parents like a child? I'll accompany you home to have a look tomorrow?"

"Go home?" Ning An's eyes lit up, and then he remembered that Feng Yun was talking about Ning Shiqu's home.

He has always been very busy, and his relationship with Ning Shiqu and his wife is not considered close, and he has only been back twice since they got married, so he nodded upon hearing this.

When I came out after eating, there were snowflakes in the sky.

Ning An happily spun into the night, and exclaimed, "It's snowing on Christmas, so romantic."

Feng Yun didn't think it was romantic.

He grew up in a city in the south, a small seaside town, the hometown of his grandfather.

It rarely snows there in winter, but there is more sleet. Even if it does snow, it will melt away quickly.

He came to city A after his college entrance examination. This is the city where his grandparents worked hard, and it is also the city where his mother grew up.

The first time he saw heavy snow in the north, he was excited and novel, full of joy.

But after so many years, I don't know when it started, but he didn't like snow very much.

He looked at Ning An's jumping figure, and realized in a daze that since he came, since he braved the cold to take pictures again and again, he didn't like the cold and snow anymore.

He remembered that Ning An took several shots, all for the sake of framing the scene, specifically mentioning the snow or the days after the snow.

Although Ning An never let him go, he knew that he suffered a lot from the cold and suffered a lot.

Some things that are beautiful on the surface are actually cold and cruel, and snow is one of them.

It is a symbol of coldness, and it will bring harm to Ning An.

So he doesn't like it anymore and doesn't find it romantic.

He raised his head, and the snowflakes fell on his face and eyelashes, which quickly turned into cold wetness.

This seemed to be a heavy snowfall, as if the sky had been pulled open, the snowflakes were fluttering and falling directly to the ground.

The two entered the parking lot while walking and playing in the snow, and cleaned each other's shoulders and hair before getting into the car, like a pair of closest lovers.

While cleaning the scattered snowflakes from Ning An's shoulders, Feng Yun said: "This Christmas is the happiest Christmas I've ever had."

Ning An looked up at him, a little surprised and a little sympathetic, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and just smiled: "When you have your own family and someone you like in the future, every Christmas of yours will be filled with joy. will become very happy.”

Feng Yun looked at his drooping eyelashes, but didn't speak.

Feng Yun was driving the car, Ning An looked down at his phone. He didn't know what he saw, and his expression became serious.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Ning An lowered his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly said: "It's bad, I forgot when Luo Xiudian's birthday is."

Feng Yun's expression was a bit complicated, the corners of his lips were pursed at first, but after a while, they turned up slightly.

"Ning Hao just sent me a message, saying that the coins have soared and doubled several times," Ning An continued, "I have some, and I have lost money before and kept them. After a long time, I forgot I haven't had time to pay attention."

Counting the [-] yuan of his cousin Sun Ping, there are about [-] to [-] in the account.

The password is Luo Xiudian's birthday.

He changed all the passwords he uses every day, but this account is not used frequently, and he forgot to change it at the time, and now he can't log in even after trying several times.

Feng Yun asked lightly: "What's the relationship between each Gen coin and Luo Xiudian?"

Ning An was worrying: "The account password is his birthday."

Feng Yun didn't speak, and looked at the road with the corners of his lips pursed.

"I can't ask Ning Hao, let alone Luo Xiudian, my mother's side, forget it." Ning An leaned back in the seat depressedly, stroked his forehead hair with his hands, and puffed out his cheeks: "I still don't want to." Let his old man worry."

"Do you like him that much? Use his birthday for passwords?"

In fact, they rarely mentioned Luo Xiudian, because every time they mentioned him, it would always bring some unpleasantness.

Ning An usually doesn't take the initiative to mention it, but he doesn't deliberately cover it up. Sometimes there is nothing wrong with it, and the cover-up will make people think more.

He looked at the snowflakes outside the window, thought for a while, and brought himself into Ning An's original identity: "Maybe he really liked it at the time, and part of it was because he was angry with Ning Hao."

"You don't look like that kind of person." Feng Yun held the hand on the steering wheel, obviously increased his strength, and he finally asked: "Now, do you still like it?"

"I don't like it now," Ning An smiled, "If I like it, can I forget my birthday?"

Feng Yun didn't speak, he had asked Ning An this question several times, like a naive child, wanting an established answer.

I always feel that I am childish and boring, but every time I mention Luo Xiudian, it's like touching his inverse scales, and I can't help but feel like shaking the sky.

Today, Ning An's answer finally made him feel relieved.

But facing the wind and snow, he knew very well that no matter how he answered, it was not that important.

So what if he said he liked it?No matter how much you like him, there is a way to make him stop liking one day.

Did he say he didn't like it?There's no need for him to be complacent, after all, Ning An's current appearance doesn't seem to like anyone.

"Is there any other way to retrieve the password?"

"Yes," Ning An said, "Just take the certificate and go to the account opening bank to modify it later. It's fine, and I'm not in a hurry."

"Two days ago Chu Yayan said," Feng Yun changed the subject, "Wang Rong will have a show in the spring."

"Really?" Ning An's long eyebrows condensed slightly: "It seems that there is no such news outside."

"Well, the preparations have just started. Part of the work is from his studio, and part is from Chu He."

In addition to having his own studio, Wang Rong is also a design consultant specially hired by Chuhe.

Part of his latest designs every season will be used in different forms to cooperate with Chu He.

"I really want to go faster, but I also want to go slower." Ning An was yearning and melancholy: "Now I can't get all these works out of my hand."

"Isn't it pretty good?" Feng Yun disagreed: "Although I'm not a professional, I've seen quite a few shows, and I still have a bit of vision."

Ning An shook his head, he knew in his heart, for ordinary people, what he did was not bad.

But if the opponent is Wang Rong, it is far from enough.

"If, I mean if, what if Wang Rong doesn't accept you?" Feng Yun said lightly: "Although he did have the intention of accepting apprentices in the past two years, there are too many people queuing up to let him take a look. Now, some well-known designers also want to follow Wang Rong to be plated with gold, and it is not easy to get into his door."

Feng Yun thought of the temptation he had made to Wang Rong, and his tone was slightly heavy: "Besides, he is so serious about professional matters that he is almost rigid. If he is not optimistic, he will never accept it."

"I've thought about it," Ning An said with a smile: "If it really doesn't work, then find a way to work as an assistant in another studio, starting from the lowest level, or if you can save a little more money, maybe study abroad. "

"Going abroad?" Feng Yun didn't expect to hear such an answer from Ning An.

"Well," Ning An nodded, "Actually, I have always wanted to study abroad. Many concepts abroad are much more advanced than domestic ones, and designers of many big brands will also teach in colleges and universities, so I can learn a lot."

Feng Yun was silent, going abroad meant separation.

They haven't had time to develop anything, if Ning An really goes abroad, then they may never have a future.

It is even hard to say whether he will return to China to develop in the future.

After all, from the perspective of the fashion industry, there will be more opportunities abroad.

He looked at Ning An from the rearview mirror. He drank, even his lips were bright red.

"Don't go abroad, Ning An." His voice was not high, but his tone was firm: "Everything will be fine in the coming year, trust me."

Ning An didn't quite believe these comforting words, but still nodded with a smile.

When he got home, Ning An rearranged and filed the manuscripts he drew on weekdays, and looked at the mood board carefully for a while.

All the feelings he wants are there, but it is still too difficult to really form a work.

There are always some places that cannot be connected smoothly, and there are always some things that cannot be expressed in place.

He pulled up the manuscript paper, and started to paint and draw again. The lines became clearer and clearer, but they were always crumpled and thrown into the wastebasket at the last moment.

His heart was impatient and flustered, and his pen was also in a hurry.

He knew that he was too anxious and couldn't calm down.

After crumpling the first drawing paper, he stopped writing, went to the balcony by himself, and silently lit a cigarette.

In the curling smoke, he turned his head to look out the window.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, he lay on the swing chair, kicked his long legs, and the swing chair shook, leading him to shake slightly in the air.

He curled his legs up and curled himself into a small ball.

During the gentle shaking, the mother's gentle voice seemed to ring in my ears again, so close, yet so far away.

Miraculously, his mind calmed down.

My father said that no matter how hard or tiring the path I chose, I should not give up, even if I was on my knees, I would have to go on.

He has passed the more bitter and tiring days, and for the rest, he just needs to do his best.

After Christmas, New Year's Day comes soon.

The largest game production company in China, T.GAME officially announced ten days ago that it will release a new game for public testing on the first day of the new year.

It is said that this game took their entire team three years to build step by step, and it will bring players an extremely exciting and novel gaming experience.

As soon as this news came out, it aroused heated discussions among the players, and everyone held great interest and expectations.

T.GAME products must be high-quality products, this is the slogan of T.GAME all the time, and they have indeed received such recognition in the hearts of players over the years.

As a game practitioner, Feng Yun and his colleagues naturally paid close attention to the public beta of this new game.

After all, the game in their hands is quite close in terms of time, and the opponent is powerful, with better equipment and professionals. If the game type is similar, it is very likely to become their strongest competitor .

On January 1st, at 1:0, T.GAME released the public beta version of the new game on time.

At that time, Ning An was still awake, and was at his desk sketching and making a plate on kraft paper, when the New Year's Eve fireworks exploded outside the window, one by one exploding, gorgeous and dazzing.

Amidst the sound of fireworks exploding, he suddenly heard some strange noises in Feng Yun's room. When he turned his head to look, he saw Feng Yun was about to go out with his coat in his hands.

Ning An called him, and Feng Yun turned to look at him. The expression on his face was very strange, like anger, like despair, like he had died once, leaving a remnant soul struggling. People shudder.

That face was so pale that there was no trace of life.

He has worked hard for more than two years, his hope, his pride, the weapon he used to protect himself and his loved ones are gone!

Just a few days ago, he had told him categorically that everything would be fine in the coming year, and he had made him believe him.

Too cruel, too ridiculous, and too hateful!

His heart was pounding in his chest, as if it was about to burst.

Their game launched a public beta version under someone else's name, and his soul was severely crushed amidst the praise from the players.

He looked at Ning An for a long while before saying, "I want to go out for a while."

His tone was surprisingly calm, and the calmness echoed with his face made people uneasy.

Ning An quickly took his coat and chased after him: "Feng Yun, you can't drive now, wait for me, I'll accompany you."

The author has something to say: It’s a holiday, I wish everyone a happy holiday, have fun and relax