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When Jiang Ze'an approached Zhang Mian, Zhang Mian was very surprised.

For more than 20 years, their Zhang family has never appeared in front of Jiang Miao quietly like an invisible person, for fear of revealing the secret of Jiang Miao's life experience. Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhe'an went to find him in a small southwest town and asked him to be "uncle" Acting as a lobbyist, persuading Jiang Miao, who "run away in anger", to go home.

Zhang Mian couldn't compare to Jiang Ze'an, he was just an honest and responsible small businessman, he was full of uneasiness and doubts about Jiang Ze'an's sudden visit and strange request, after instinctively refusing, he went back and tossed and turned for several days.

The visit in person failed to convince Zhang Mian, and after returning, Jiang Zhe'an called from time to time to continue working.Several times when Zhang Mian answered the phone, he forgot to avoid Chen Yunqing, which made the old lady suspicious.

Chen Yunqing felt that something was wrong with his recent state, and when he answered the phone, he faltered and sneaked, and said a set of words with a straight face, Zhang Mian explained everything.

He didn't want to agree to Jiang Ze'an, but he didn't know if he had heard a few words from his daughter-in-law that the company's capital turnover was not working. The more Chen Yunqing thought about it, the more he felt that Zhang Mian had moved to help Jiang Ze'an, and got angry several times at home. , taught Zhang Mian several times.

It's not that the old lady doesn't care about her grandson after not contacting her for so many years. On the contrary, she didn't say anything, but she never forgot her little grandson who was taken away without even remembering his face.

When Chen Yunqing learned from Zhang Mian that Jiang Ze'an married another wife after Yuanpei died of illness and gave birth to a son for him, he couldn't sit still at that time.The old lady is more than 70, what kind of human relationship does not know?Thinking about Jiang Miao's ability to "run away in anger", I don't know how much bullying he has suffered in Jiang's house.

So the old lady made the decision and came here in person to tell Jiang Miao the secret of her life experience and the tricks behind Jiang Ze'an's back.

Zhang Mian explained the cause and effect clearly, and said to Chen Yunqing with a bitter face: "Mom, I really have no intention of agreeing to Jiang Zhe'an, I will remember everything you said."

It's not that Chen Yunqing refuses to trust her son, it's just that she didn't think about it so much because of her worries about her grandson. Now that she sees Jiang Miao and the young man's good looks and spirit, most of her worries have been relieved. .Hearing what Zhang Mian said again, the old man couldn't help but stared at Zhang Mian and said, "If you don't want to agree, then you won't refuse him firmly? Just don't answer his phone? Are you afraid of offending him?"

Zhang Mian said: "It's not that I'm offended or not, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

As he spoke, he carefully looked at Jiang Miao a few times.

"What are you afraid of? Tell me quickly." Chen Yunqing knocked on the table.

Zhang Mian had no choice but to say: "I think, he is looking for me, this is at least within our control, if I don't promise him here, and he doesn't know who else he is looking for, then we will even report to Jiang Miao. Not even a single letter can do it."

After listening to Zhang Mian's narration, Jiang Miao's mood was quite complicated.

Zhang Mianren was honest, but he wasn't stupid either. He kept dragging Jiang Ze'an with an ambiguous attitude, without a clear rejection or promise, but he got Jiang Miao's phone number from Jiang Ze'an.

Based on Jiang Miao's understanding of Jiang Ze'an, it is difficult for him to take the initiative when the matter is not absolutely sure, and he gave Jiang Miao's phone number without getting a clear answer from Zhang Mian. How eager Jiang Miao was to "persuade him to go home".

Jiang Miao didn't know why Jiang Ze'an was so eager to let him go home, since Jiang Ze'an had a falling out with Jiang Ze'an on the phone on his birthday, Jiang Ze'an never contacted him again.

He didn't know what kind of opportunity made Jiang Ze'an come up with such a roundabout way.

But no matter what, he thought that Jiang Ze'an would not really give up on him and let him "rot on the outside".

But Jiang Zhe'an's thoughts about him—whether it sounds good or stubborn—he would rather not be so strong.

Jiang Ze'an didn't understand what he wanted, but someone was eyeing what Jiang Ze'an wanted to give him.

There seems to be no solution to this contradiction at present, and only by letting go of one hand can we get peace and tranquility.

After the matter was clarified, the stones in everyone's hearts fell to the ground.

Chen Yunqing looked at Jiang Miao lovingly: "Miaomiao, how are you doing?"

Jiang Miao nodded: "I'm fine."

Chen Yunqing nodded: "That's good, that's good."

She looked at Luo Yuchuan again, Jiang Miao remembered that she hadn't introduced Luo Yuchuan yet, and hurriedly said, "He is Luo Yuchuan...my friend, a very good friend."

Luo Yuchuan said politely, "Grandma, uncle."

Jiang Miao glanced at him and said nothing.

Chen Yunqing hurriedly responded with a smile. She always felt that this young man was good-looking, calm and reliable, and she had long been fond of him. Jiang Miao would bring him here on such an occasion today. She thought he was a very close and trustworthy friend. up.

The relatives suddenly recognized each other, and after talking about the big things, there was nothing to say for a while.

After all, after more than 20 years and a distance of thousands of kilometers, the life background and interpersonal circle are completely different, and I can't even talk about leisure time.

Chen Yunqing told Zhang Mian that he was going back to the hotel.

Jiang Miao asked, "Do you have any other plans for the future?"

What he wanted was to take some time out these two days to accompany Chen Yunqing and Zhang Mian to walk around.

Zhang Mian said: "No, we have already booked a return ticket for tomorrow."

Jiang Miao was surprised: "Leave so soon?"

Zhang Mian said apologetically, "I still have work in the company over there, and the cost of living here is quite high."

Jiang Miao hurriedly said, "I can pay the fee."

Chen Yunqing raised his hand: "Miaomiao, let's do it this time, don't feel sorry, if we really want to get along, there will be opportunities in the future."

She looked at Zhang Mian, and said, "We're really going to stay here for a long time, let Jiang Ze'an know, I'm afraid we'll come to pester your uncle."

After hearing this, Jiang Miao also understood.The longer they stay here, the more likely they will be discovered by Jiang Ze'an. It's better to make a quick decision. Anyway, they have already met Jiang Miao, and they have made everything clear. Let's leave the rest for later.

Luo Yuchuan drove and took Chen Yunqing and Zhang Mian back to the hotel with Jiang Miao.

When parting, Chen Yunqing held Jiang Miao's hand with tears in his eyes: "Miaomiao, grandma will know when she sees you that you are a good boy and excellent, don't worry about him, Jiang Ze'an, live well, if you encounter any difficulties, just Tell your uncle to come to grandma, understand?"

On the way back, Jiang Miao was sitting in the passenger seat, staring at Zhang Huihui's picture in a daze, a tear rolled down his cheek, and then, as if a gate had been opened, the tears flowed down uncontrollably .

He is a person who seldom cries. Whether he is unhappy in Jiang's house, wronged by Jiang Yan, or not understood by Jiang Zhe'an, even if he met Chen Yunqing and Zhang Mian just now, he is more emotional , and did not cry.

Now just looking at Zhang Huihui's photo, he cried until he couldn't make a sound.

Luo Yuchuan looked at him worriedly, pulled the car to the side of the road, and turned off the engine.He was not in a hurry to comfort him, but silently handed a box of tissue paper to Jiang Miao's lap.

This crying took about ten minutes to come to an end.

Jiang Miao covered his face for a long while and finally calmed down. He wiped his tears with a piece of paper, blew his nose, and said in a strong nasal voice, "Why are you staring at me?"

Luo Yuchuan saw that his eyelids were slightly swollen from crying, his nose was red from being pinched, and his small face was trying to look calm and composed, so his heart felt sour.

He reached out and rubbed Jiang Miao's head, and asked softly, "Is it better?"

"Yeah." The nasal voice was so strong that it sounded like it was out of tune.

"Pfft..." Jiang Miao laughed first.

Luo Yuchuan gently plucked his earlobe, teasing him: "Put it down, the snot bubbles are about to come out."

Jiang Miao gave him a fierce look, took out a tissue and blew his nose vigorously.

With a smile on the corner of Luo Yuchuan's mouth, he asked, "What were you thinking about?"

Jiang Miao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's nothing, just, it seems to be relieved."

"Ok?"

Jiang Miao picked up Zhang Huihui's photo, stroked it lightly with her finger, and said, "When I was young, after knowing that I was not Aunt Fen's child, I actually asked my dad and my mom, where is she, and why didn't she want me?" , Am I not good..."

Luo Yuchuan's heart ached, and he squeezed the hand on Jiang Miao's shoulder.

Jiang Miao continued: "He refused to tell me anything, and he probably never thought that Aunt Fen would tell me about it. He told me not to believe Aunt Fen for a while, and then told me not to think too much about it. How could it be? Don’t think too much? I dream about it almost every day, why my mother doesn’t want me... Later he married Bao Yanlin and saw them playing with Jiang Yan, I thought again, I don’t know what my mother is like Yes, is Bao Yanlin more beautiful? If she were here, would she hug me and coax me like that..."

Luo Yuchuan didn't speak, but held Jiang Miao's hand tightly.

Jiang Miao looked at him, showed a faint smile, and shook her head to tell him not to worry.

He said: "But I know now, it's not that she doesn't want me, it's just that she has no choice."

Luo Yuchuan remembered that when he was a child, he also had questions like Jiang Miao's and kept doubting himself, but no one could answer them for them.They can only struggle with doubts about the world and themselves day by day, until one day, they learn to untie themselves, put that doubt in the deepest drawer in their hearts, and put a big lock on it.

But he is very relieved now, at least, the big lock in Jiang Miao's heart can be opened.

Jiang Miao looked at him and said firmly, "So you must be the same, senior. It's not that your parents don't want you. They may have their own difficulties, but there is nothing they can do about it."

Luo Yuchuan was slightly taken aback, and there seemed to be some kind of emotion surging in his eyes.

But before Jiang Miao had time to see clearly, Luo Yuchuan embraced her, and felt a warm touch on his forehead.

Luo Yuchuan kissed Jiang Miao's forehead, and did not back away in a hurry. He put his lips on Jiang Miao's forehead and said, "Next year is free, let's go and have a look."

Jiang Miao was at a loss: "What?"

Luo Yuchuan let go of him, turned around, sat down and started the car: "Next spring, go see your mother."

After the car drove a certain distance, Jiang Miao realized what Luo Yuchuan was talking about. He had a sore nose, nodded and said, "Okay."

After nearly a month of intensive preparations, J&J studio finally ushered in the opening.

Jiang Miao and Hu Chengjie are both low-key people. According to their wishes, it is enough to notify a few relatives and friends of the opening of the studio. Wang Li rolled her eyes a few times at this. Over the weekend, a grand opening ceremony was held.

The address of the studio was finally chosen near the art park. It is a warehouse covering an area of ​​more than 600 square meters. It was divided into several stores before, and opened bars, flower shops, and small supermarkets. Later, they were all moved to the planned characteristic street. , the warehouse is now empty.After discussing with them, Wang Li made a design, knocked down all the original partitions, and re-divided the space.

Now in the studio, Jiang Miao and Hu Chengjie have prepared their own workshops, studios, work display areas, as well as a spacious and bright tea room, bar, and a comfortable environment where they can invite friends to hold salons at any time.

Since the opening was held on the weekend, many friends came to congratulate Jiang Miao and Hu Chengjie.Wang Li also specially invited some art investors, senior photographers, and friends from the media.

He Yu and Zhao Yiran organized a group of classmates to support Jiang Miao, and Lily held up a selfie stick and started the live broadcast, proudly announcing to the fans, "My brother photographer is getting more and more serious now. "

Yuan Kuohai came with a family of four. As a senior photography enthusiast, Jiang Hao had a lively chat with Hu Chengjie not long after he arrived.

Jiang Miao was accompanied by Wang Li and had just accepted a few rounds of interviews. He felt that he was too tired to speak before he greeted his friends properly.

While Wang Li was going to grab Hu Chengjie for an interview, Jiang Miao hurried to the buffet area specially prepared for the guests. He wanted to get some food and drink to replenish his energy.

Before he got there, someone grabbed his wrist and carried it behind a flower basket that was taller than a person.

Jiang Miao didn't struggle, and there was even a smile on the corner of her mouth.

After walking to the back of the flower basket and stopping, Luo Yuchuan turned around and raised his hand to feed him a small cake, saying, "Are you tired?"

Today's flower baskets are almost all sent by Qiao Ruige. The flower baskets ordered by this young master are tall and big. There are a total of 20 flower baskets. They are lined up in the front hall of the studio, like a wall, and you don't have to worry about standing behind them. will be seen.

If Luo Yuchuan hadn't reminded him that the front room of the studio wasn't that spacious, Qiao Ruige's estimated number of flower baskets would be at least 36, and Jiang Miao would be speechless after hearing that.

While eating the small cake, Jiang Miao enjoyed Luo Yuchuan's shoulder pinching service, so comfortable that her eyes narrowed.

But soon he felt reluctant again, and looked at Luo Yuchuan with wide eyes.

Luo Yuchuan was dressed in a neat suit today, and he was extremely handsome.

It's not that Jiang Miao has never seen him in formal clothes, but he just feels that he is extraordinarily handsome today.

He leaned into Luo Yuchuan's arms and asked Luo Yuchuan to pinch his neck for him.

Luo Yuchuan held Jiang Miao's waist with one hand, pinched the back of his neck with the other hand a few times, and felt Jiang Miao's hand touch his chest and pressed it hard.

Luo Yuchuan wanted to laugh: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Miao didn't speak, but reached in from the collar of Luo Yuchuan's suit, and scratched his unexaggerated but strong chest muscles through the shirt.

Luo Yuchuan grabbed his hand and said helplessly, "Hello."

Jiang Miao rubbed her head on his shoulder, coquettishly: "I'm so tired."

He didn't wear a suit today, but an oversized woolen short jacket, jeans, short boots, and a hat with a small fur ball on the top of the hat. When he moved, the small fur ball brushed against Luo Yuchuan's side neck, crispy Itchy.

Luo Yuchuan was so troubled by him that his heart fluctuated, and he couldn't bear to push him away, so he said in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid people will see you?"

Jiang Miao was stunned for a moment, then raised her head to look at Luo Yuchuan with aggrieved eyes.

Luo Yuchuan smiled, bowed his head and kissed him on the lips, encouraging him: "Persistence is victory."

After all, there was still business to do. After a short break, Jiang Miao followed Luo Yuchuan out to greet the guests. He saw Hu Chengjie still being interviewed from a distance. After all, he had won an international award, and the reporters wanted to ask a lot of questions.

Jiang Hao walked over with a glass of red wine, looking very excited.

Jiang Miao reminded him: "Mr. Jiang, don't drink too much, it's not even noon yet."

Jiang Hao shook his wine glass nonchalantly: "I just had a chat with your friend, and it was a good chat."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Miao was curious.

Jiang Hao said: "I made an agreement with him, I plan to use your place here to hold photography lectures in the future."

In fact, Wang Li also has plans for their studio to hold lectures and training classes in the future, and even reserved a room for classrooms. Hearing what Jiang Hao said, Jiang Miao also nodded, thinking it was a good idea.

Jiang Hao said again: "In this way, my dad and his group of elderly photographers can listen to Teacher Hu's lectures and don't have to pester me."

Jiang Miao: "..."

After chatting for a while, Jiang Miao saw Wu Xia coming outside the gate, and hurried out to greet him.

"Congratulations." Wu Xia smiled and presented a packaged champagne.

Jiang Miao took it with a smile: "Thank you."

Wu Xia looked inside curiously: "There are a lot of people here."

"Well, Sister Wang also invited the media to interview," Jiang Miao breathed out, "Fortunately, she said that she just made the opening ceremony a little more high-profile, otherwise Brother Jie and I can't bear to keep doing this."

Wu Xia said with a smile: "What are you afraid of, you have to have confidence in your appearance, and you are not afraid of being on camera."

Jiang Miao also smiled: "I'm a photographer, not a model, don't get it wrong."

After laughing for a while, Jiang Miao said, "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"Ok?"

Jiang Miao turned her head to the inside: "Your Master Qiao didn't come, so he sent 20 flower baskets. It's too busy, should I send you as a representative?"

Wu Xia was taken aback, and glanced at him with a smile: "I'm here to represent him? Who are the relatives and friends?"

Jiang Miao laughed, and pulled him: "Go, I'll take you in for a visit."

That night, Wu Xia went to "Night Color".

He hadn't been here for a long time, and the bartender recognized him and nodded in greeting.

Wu Xia sat down in the corner of the bar counter as before, and the bartender asked him, "The same?"

Wu Xia thought for a while and said, "Let's have a stronger cup."

The bartender nodded, and after a while, he handed him a glass of golden wine: "A special drink, please."

Wu Xia smiled: "Thank you."

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, it was really strong, just a little bit slipped through his throat and went straight into his stomach like a fire.

Such alcohol content made Wu Xia feel a little uncomfortable. He put the wine glass on the bar and turned it gently with his fingertips, not rushing to drink again.He turned his head and glanced at the bar. There were quite a few customers, and it seemed that a new bartender had arrived. He didn't know if Song Zhe was there, but Wu Xia didn't want to look for him.

He looked back, lowered his head and took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one, lit it, and smoked slowly.

Today Jiang Miao asked him if Qiao Ruige was too busy, but Wu Xia couldn't really answer.

Since Qiao Ruige left the apartment that day, he hadn't seen Qiao Ruige for a long time.

He tried to call Qiao Ruige, but the calls had all been forwarded to the secretary, so he gave up after calling a few times.

When Wu Xia received Jiang Miao's invitation, apart from being happy for his friend, Wu Xia also had some expectations.

He secretly thought that he would meet Qiao Ruige there, but Qiao Ruige did not show up, and only sent someone to send a flower basket.

Wu Xia didn't show anything in front of Jiang Miao, and "Night Color" came again at night.

In fact, he didn't have any hope of meeting Qiao Ruige here, but he really sat down here, listening to strangers talking and laughing, and the crisp sound of wine glasses colliding, he still held on to that uncomfortable and stuffy feeling he.

He looked down at the lightly rippling wine in the glass in front of him, and after a long while, he picked it up and took a sip.

The spirit was burning in his stomach, Wu Xia frowned, waiting for the burning feeling to pass slowly, as if in this way, a certain place in his heart would be filled with this short-lived warmth, no longer cold and empty.