Jiang Yechen came back to his senses, ignored the dispute between Ye Lingshan and Dong Sujie, and said indifferently: "Architect Sawen came from afar. Banhua, the guests are tired, arrange tea. ”

"Yes, Mr. Jiang. ”

Ye Lingshan walked back to the team stupidly, but Brother Chen didn't help her.

An architect, not a big person, tea and hospitality are dispensable, Jiang Yechen obviously didn't want to stand on her side.

Ye Lingshan's heart became more and more unstable, what went wrong, Jiang Yechen became less and less interested in her.

Isn't it enough for her to be coquettish with Liao Peiyan?

Everyone moved to the reception room for tea.

Jiang Yechen went to the corridor alone, turned on the children's mobile phone he carried with him, the circle of friends was empty, there was no new news, and he closed the mobile phone again.

I put my phone back in my suit pocket and found a fish intestine.

He skillfully opened the wrapper, naturally put the fish intestines into his mouth, and ate them in two bites.

Angry while eating, Jun's face was dark, Nan Xiang made too few snacks for Jiang Zhan, and he didn't have enough to eat.

The recipe curry rice she posted on Moments last time, if he didn't mention it, she wouldn't have thought of making it.

This woman, how can cooking be so delicious? It makes him have no appetite to drink the porridge made by Xu's mother in the morning.

It's not a glorious thing to always steal your son's snacks.

Thinking about it, the taste of curry rice already appeared in my mouth.

President Qiu of the Rainbow Sanatorium received Nanxiang, and after the inspection, warmly invited them to taste the handmade dried persimmons made by volunteers.

Most of the dried persimmons sold in the market come from processing factories, and self-grown dried persimmons are rare in big cities.

"Go eat, I'll take a look again, the scenery here is good. ”

Nan Xiang smiled and said to Su Mei, and went to the rooftop for a walk alone.

The sanatorium is very green, and being in this place is like entering a mountain villa like a Suzhou garden.

Nanxiang strolled for a while and stopped somewhere on the rooftop. I looked up and looked ahead.

There is a saying in the world, there is heaven above, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below.

Where she stood, down was a lush green tree and vegetation, and above a well-framed building stood among the clouds.

The building is still surrounded by cement and has not yet been built.

Its height is breathtaking.

The ingenious shape of the gradient butterfly shape makes the building look more vibrant.

The building is only one street away from the sanatorium, and the construction measures are in place.

After a morning in the nursing home, she didn't hear the noise of construction.

Looking at the building that "grew" out of the clouds, a dreamy scene suddenly appeared in Nanxiang's mind.

She took out the notebook she had brought with her and drew one with a feeling.

For convenience, she tore off the paper to draw.

When she put away the painting, someone behind her called her, she released her fingers, and the paper floated away with the wind.

Nan Xiang's hesitant drawing paper flew in the air to the direction of the building, and disappeared in an instant.

"Doctor Nan, am I going to disturb you?"

It was Dean Qiu of the Rainbow Sanatorium who called her.

Dean Qiu is about forty years old, simple and amiable, holding a cowhide-colored paper bag in her hand, standing a few steps away from Nanxiang.

Nan Xiang looked at the direction in which the painting floated away, exhaled, closed the notebook and walked over, "No, Dean Qiu, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Huh. Dean Qiu stood in front of her and smiled enthusiastically.

"Over the years, our nursing home has been able to achieve its current momentum thanks to the care of the Holy Love. I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and care for the patients in the nursing home. There is nothing to entertain when you come to visit, these two bags of dried persimmons are made together by our patients and volunteers in their spare time. ”

As he spoke, Dean Qiu handed her a bulging brown paper bag, "Doctor Nan, if you don't dislike it, just accept it." ”

Nanxiang took it embarrassedly.

"Dean Qiu, you are serious. Dried persimmons are the fruit of your hard work, how can I dislike them?"

When she got her hands, she found that it was very heavy, and she would definitely not be able to eat it alone.

Dean Qiu looked at her kindly and said with a smile: "That's great, Dr. Shen has always taken good care of our nursing home." I know that you and he are colleagues. There are two bags here, and you will give him his share. ”

"You're talking about Shen Qian?"

Nan Xiang opened his lips in surprise, looked at the brown paper bag in his hand, and suddenly felt heavy.

Dean Qiu didn't hand it over to Su Mei, but asked her to hand it over in private, what was her intention?

Dean Qiu nodded and said with a smile, "The day before you came, Dr. Shen called me, and he said that he was going to send you because he lived close to you, but he couldn't come for the time being, so let me take care of you more." Dr. Nan, Dr. Shen is a warm-hearted person who has helped many patients in our nursing home, and I have nothing to repay him, except to make some rough handmade food, but fortunately, Dr. Shen does not dislike it. ”

Nanxiang listened carefully, and a warm current poured into his heart.

It turns out that this is the case, Shen Qian really has a heart for her.

Dean Qiu is still saying, "These two bags of dried persimmons were freshly dried and stored in the refrigerator this month, and the sooner you eat them, the better the taste." Since you know each other and live not far away, I will trouble you. ”

Dean Qiu was gracious, but Nan Xiang couldn't say a reason to refuse, so he accepted it.

There was no substantial progress in the inspection of the exhibition hall, Jiang Yechen and Sawen were both picky people, and the two denied 90% of the simulation products, and only ordered a few to do further six-dimensional visual simulation.

As he left the exhibition hall and walked outside, Savin suddenly shouted OK and said in English, "Perfect, it's just my Mary, that's it." ”

Mary, the goddess of England, is often said by the English exclamation, representing a very high compliment.

Saven shouted, and Jiang Yechen, who walked out of the exhibition hall, also turned around.

"Did you lose this painting on the ground?"

Savin shook a painting in his hand, his blonde hair swaying in the sun, quite an artistic "madman" vision.

It is his obsession with art and his extraordinary talent that he can be appreciated by Jiang Yechen and become a famous architectural designer signed by Jiang Sheng.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the symbol that our building should have, and the eternal theme of the exterior of the building. ”

Sawen ran forward with non-standard Chinese and respectfully presented the drawing paper to Ban Hua.

Ban Hua handed it to Jiang Yechen again.

The crowd looked at the excited Saven in surprise.

Jiang Yechen's eyes fell on the painting paper stained with grass and mud, looking at the building surrounded by the ocean, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a smile.

The significance of this laugh is extraordinary, representing Jiang Yechen's recognition.

The others looked at each other in amazement.

"Who, tell me, who painted this perfect painting!" Saven was still immersed in the beauty of the painting, his eyes staring at the painting fondly, unable to take his eyes off it, and let out a loud admiration.

"Mr. Jiang, I love it, I want to kiss its owner right away!"

Hearing Saven's fanatical words, Jiang Yechenjun's face turned slightly cold, he folded the drawing paper in his hand and put it on the side of his pants, and suddenly said sharply, "You don't have this blessing." ”

Saven didn't understand why Jiang Yechen said this, and he was very heartbroken when he saw the paper being folded.

But Saven knew Jiang Yechen's identity, which he absolutely couldn't afford to offend, so he could only say regretfully, "I really want to hear about the creativity of being a painter." ”

Jiang Yechen didn't answer, and in the team of designers who were talking, Ye Lingshan suddenly walked out, and when Jiang Yechen smiled, her heart was restless.

Seeing that no one admitted it, she simply stepped forward and said, "I painted it!"