The night was getting deeper, the yellow moon was moving to the clouds, and Xia Keren was lying on the hard wooden bed, with his eyes open, looking out of the wide open window.

This room was originally a utility room, small and stuffy, and only the small window the size of three palms could bring in a little coolness.

The sweat soaked the collar, Xia Keren couldn't sleep, so he simply turned over and lifted the bamboo curtain to the store.

It's just past three o'clock in the morning, the streets are quiet, and the moon is dark.

The picture of the beauty was taken back by Director Cai, and the desktop that was originally repaired had been cleaned up, Xia Keren walked over and touched the table, feeling lonely for no reason.

It was as if she was the only one left in the whole world, and the night was endless, and she didn't know where tomorrow was, let alone what else she could do when tomorrow came.

There was some longing in her heart, but she didn't dare to think about it, once she thought of her mother, the emotions that followed were guilt and self-blame, and the complex and intertwined emotions made her uncomfortable. At one point, she spent almost the entire four years of college trying to get herself away from these emotions little by little, and became cold, like a stagnant water. Now, back in Qingchuan, these emotions have flare-up from time to time, the water is flowing, and the prosperity is endless.

Xia Keren sat down at the table and was silent until the next morning, when Feng Jiayu opened the creaky roller shutter door with a bag of xiaolongbao in his mouth.

Feng Jiayu was startled when he saw a person sitting motionless in the store, and even jumped out with a roar, and the buns rolled to the ground, and after seeing that the person was Xia Keren, Feng Jiayu patted his chest and went in: "My aunt, what are you doing here? It's a pity for my buns!"

Seeing that Xia Keren's expressionless face was covered with two faint blue circles, Feng Jiayu shook his head: "You shouldn't have sat here all night, right? You, you're just too impulsive! You have to work with Mr. Meng, where else can you find such a good business now, you know how to regret it?"

Xia Keren raised his eyelids to look at Feng Jiayu, lowered his eyes again, and only said for a long time: "I'll move out today." ”

"What?" Feng Jiayu was holding his mobile phone to order takeout, and when he heard Xia Keren's words, he hurriedly leaned over, "Where are you moving?"

Feng Jiayu is a businessman, and when she decided to cooperate with Xia Keren, she had already inquired about her life experience, when Xia Keren sold her house to go to college in other places, she didn't come back for four years, and Qingchuan had no place for her to stay.

"You don't have a place to go, anyway, my house is empty, so you can live in peace. Feng Jiayu continued.

"Since I don't paint anymore, there's no point in me living here, I'm always looking for a place to go. Xia Keren spoke, and stood up.

You can't live here for a lifetime, right? Xia Keren sat all night, and thought clearly, the matter of redeeming the house had to be talked about later, it was not difficult to find a job with her craftsmanship, but she had to save her salary slowly and pay back the money Feng Jiayu had paid in advance.

Feng Jiayu looked at Xia Keren's face, rolled his eyes, and said: "That's it, anyway, you don't have a job yet, just let me hire you, you also saw it, I am the only one in Sijizhai, and the boss and employees are all me, and I am a little unpresentable." ”

Before Xia Keren could speak, Feng Jiayu continued: "I'll give you a basic salary plus a performance commission, and a bonus for a good job, including food and accommodation, how about it?"

Before Xia Keren could agree, a black car creaked and stopped at the door of the store.

Feng Jiayu's store has not been open for three years, and it has been open for three years, and when he saw that someone was coming, he didn't care about talking to Xia Keren, so he hurriedly went out to greet him, but the car door opened, and it was Director Cai who came down.

Director Cai came to send money, although Xia Keren did not repair the painting, but he went to Jing County with great effort, and he hurriedly repaired a lot when he came back.

"It's fifty thousand. Director Cai put the money on the table in front of Xia Keren, "Mr. Meng ordered, Miss Xia will not lose a penny." ”

"Ouch, Mr. Meng is so polite!" Feng Jiayu stepped forward and hurriedly put the money away.

Director Cai cleared his throat and said to Feng Jiayu, who was holding the money tightly: "Boss Feng, I have something I want to say to Miss Xia alone, I don't know if it's inconvenient." ”

Xia Keren quietly raised his eyes to look at Director Cai, Director Cai looked at Feng Jiayu, Feng Jiayu looked at Xia Keren, and then at Director Cai, stunned, and then said slowly: "It's convenient, you talk, I'll wait outside." ”

After saying that, he hugged the money, turned around and went out, walked outside to the car and squatted, quietly staring at the movement in the store while holding his mobile phone.

In the shop, Xia Keren and Director Cai sat on both sides of the table, and after a moment of silence, Xia Keren opened his mouth first: "Director Cai, please tell me directly." ”

Director Cai looks like he is in his forties, and he has always looked at his spirit, but at this moment, he is a little wilted, and there seems to be something unspeakable.

He raised his eyebrows, took a breath lightly, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Miss Xia, this money could have been directly transferred to your card, I deliberately walked on a trip, and I really have something to say to you." ”

"Huh?" Xia Keren's face did not change, but his heart was up and down, and he really couldn't think of what Director Cai would say to himself so solemnly.

"I know, Mr. Meng has a bad temper, and he must have said something heavy when he asked you to delete the video that day, which made Miss Xia angry, and it was natural that she didn't want to continue to repair the painting, but I also asked Miss Xia not to give up so easily. Director Cai took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

Before he could say two words, his sweat was already pouring down.

Xia Keren was even more confused, it sounded like he wanted to let himself continue to paint, but Xia Keren's understanding of Mr. Meng's short contact with him, he would not be a person who made a decision and quickly repented: "This is not what Mr. Meng meant, right?"

"That's what I mean. Director Cai returned.

Sure enough, Xia Keren spoke: "Then please ask Director Cai to understand the situation clearly, it was Mr. Meng who asked me not to repair the painting first." ”

Even if it was an indirect and implicit gesture, it was Meng Jin who first said that it was none of my business to repair the painting.

As soon as Xia Keren remembered Meng Jin's indifferent and condescending attitude, he caught fire again.

"Yes, yes, it was Mr. Meng who made inappropriate remarks, but I want to ask Miss Xia to fight for it again, if Mr. Meng can be relieved, this matter of repairing the painting can still be discussed. Director Cai said these words cautiously.

Xia Keren's anger is even greater, it's a pity that this business is lost, last night all night, Xia Keren couldn't sleep because of this, she regretted, lost, just found the excitement and enthusiasm of the familiarity is all swept away, but this does not mean to pay self-esteem and pride in order to redeem, let alone to such a person who disdains Chinese painting.

Xia Keren frowned, and said coldly: "He despises Chinese painting so much and doesn't attach importance to it, is it possible that I should rush to beg him to let me re-paint it?" Director Cai should change your attitude when you have this time, there is no need to come to me." ”

Director Cai saw that Xia Keren's face became ugly, and hurriedly said: "Miss Xia, don't be angry, it's really because this Chinese painting is a knot in our President Meng's heart." ”

Miss Xia may not know that the founder of the MMU Group, Mr. Meng Luochuan, once had two sons, and the youngest son, Meng Chuan, was born dissolute but liked Chinese classical art very much, especially Chinese painting. One year, I went to the countryside to shop for goods and accidentally found a genuine ancient painting of the Ming Dynasty by a farmer with eyes and beads hanging on the bedside, Meng Chuan in order to get this ancient painting, ran to the farmer's house and drank wine for three days, and rushed to send it to repair after getting the painting, but it was snowing heavily, the car was driving fast, the tire slipped and broke the guardrail and rushed down the cliff, and he died at a young age because of a Chinese painting. ”

Director Cai sighed, and then said: "That Meng Chuan is Mr. Meng's father, Mr. Meng just turned eight years old that year, he didn't know who his mother was since he was a child, and now he has no father, and his resentment and discomfort are all blamed on that Chinese painting, since then, he has been particularly disgusted with Chinese painting." ”

Xia Keren listened in a trance, but he didn't expect to see that the young and promising Mr. Meng was so similar to himself, without a father or mother, he was alone.

Meng Jin vented his love for his father and his feelings of not being able to accept his father's departure on the Chinese painting, just like at the beginning, Xia Keren pushed his love for his father and his emotions of not being able to accept his father's departure to his mother Li Tong.

When a person has no way to reconcile with his feelings, he can only transfer the pain, otherwise the heart will be broken.

Xia Keren understands this feeling too well.

In an instant, she was deflated. However, she still didn't understand: "Since Mr. Meng hates Chinese painting so much, why did he pay a high price to hire someone to restore that beautiful picture?"

Director Cai sighed: "That picture is what Mr. Meng, that is, Mr. Meng's grandfather, Meng Luochuan, cherished all his life. ”

"Lao Meng always has a sudden cerebral infarction, and now he is still living in the intensive care unit, and only his eyes can still move. Mr. Meng relied on Mr. Meng's eyes to find the painting that Mr. Meng treasured, and Mr. Meng knew that his old man's last wish before his death was to take another look at the beauty on the painting, so he tried his best to repair the painting at all costs. ”

Director Cai mentioned Mr. Meng, his eyes were a little wet, he picked up a handkerchief and wiped his eyes, and smiled at Xia Keren: "Gaffe, I have been following Mr. Meng, a good person, I will fall when I say it, alas, it is really sad." ”

Xia Keren finally knew why Mr. Meng was in such a hurry and asked her to repair the painting as soon as possible, they had a lot of time, but the people on the hospital bed couldn't wait.

"That's why I'm here today. Director Cai saw that Xia Keren was moved, and then said, "The doctor said that Mr. Meng has two months at most, I don't want him to die with regrets, we have been looking for so long to finally find a painting that you can repair, if you don't repair it, I don't know how long it will be delayed." ”

"Okay, I promise you, try again. "Xia Keren is concise and clear.

Director Cai was very happy, and hurriedly stood up and wanted to shake Xia Keren's hand, seeing that Xia Keren didn't mean to stretch out his hand, Director Cai rubbed his hands awkwardly and coughed: "Thank you, thank you Miss Xia, if this painting can be repaired, the reward will definitely be indispensable to you, not only Mr. Meng's share, I will personally give you a separate copy." ”

Feng Jiayu squatted outside and saw Director Cai so excited, as if there was a monkey scratching in his heart, which made him itch uncomfortably, and it happened that the takeaway was delivered, and he went in with a small bun, wanting to secretly listen to what the two people in the store were saying.

As soon as he entered, Director Cai turned around and wanted to go outside.

"Eh, Director Cai. Feng Jiayu hurried up, "How can you say that you can just leave, this, that, the matter of repairing the painting, can you discuss it again?"

Director Cai smiled at Feng Jiayu: "Boss Feng, you have to help Miss Xia well." ”

After saying that, he walked straight out of the store.

Feng Jiayu was a little inexplicable, thinking of Director Cai's respectful and grateful appearance to Miss Xia just now, and thought that maybe this painting repair thing really took a turn for the better!

So he raised his eyebrows, walked up to Xia Keren with a smile, took out 10,000 yuan of money in his arms, and handed the bun in his hand to her: "Come, this is the breakfast of the bag, eat it while it's hot!"

Then the voice changed, and he asked tentatively, "What did Director Cai just tell you?"

Xia Keren didn't take the money, but picked up a bun, and took a bite of it, the skin was crispy and juicy, and the sesame oil was wrapped in green onions, steaming hot.

"Whether this painting can be repaired or not depends on your ability!" Xia Keren's stomach was warm, and he half-squinted his eyes at Feng Jiayu.