On the wet long street, a young woman holding a paper umbrella, wearing a cheongsam and carrying a small bag stood alone in the cloudy drizzle.

The woman is lonely but not lonely, both comfortable and elegant.

"This one. ”

Meng Jin clicked on the smoke and rain map of Changjie, which Xia Keren took the time to draw yesterday to build momentum for МU's first series of handbags, and once confirmed, it will be scanned in the follow-up publicity and posted on the official account.

МU is determined to create a series of Danqing leather bags, the whole series is integrated with the Chinese painting of Danqing ink painting, whether it is the design of promotional posters or leather bags, Xia Keren has been invited to participate.

The plan to combine with Chinese painting МU has been proposed several times, but each time it was rejected by Mr. Meng, but I didn't expect that this time, it was Mr. Meng himself who took the initiative to put it forward.

Everyone in МU felt strange, but no one had the courage and position to ask Mr. Meng, except Director Cai.

After the meeting ended, it was already dark, and Director Cai personally drove Mr. Meng back to Mushan Villa.

The windows were open, and the cool mountain breeze poured in, and the whistling sound drowned out the chirping of insects in the mountains. Director Cai tilted his head slightly, pressed his fingers, and raised the window.

"Let's go. ”

The voice of the back row was as cold as the mountain wind, Director Cai looked up and saw Mr. Meng closed his eyes from the rearview mirror, his head rested on the seat, the outline of his chin was clear and distinct, and the broken hair on his forehead rose and fell slightly with the car, like a forest tree rippling outside the car window, and his emotions were like a dormant beast hidden in the unknown, so that people did not dare to stay.

Director Cai quickly looked away and lowered the window halfway down.

The whirring wind sounded again, overshadowing Director Cai's heartbeat, he swallowed his saliva, and in a turning gap, he suddenly asked, "Mr. Meng, why did you suddenly agree to use Chinese painting?"

Meng Jin's eyes were still closed, but his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he let out a breath from his nose and did not speak.

"Yes, I know I shouldn't have asked that, but ...... Mr. Meng, don't make yourself feel uncomfortable. ”

Director Cai is one of the few people who knows why Meng Jin hates Chinese painting, he said this sentence in a hoarse voice, and after finishing speaking, a layer of sweat appeared on his vest, and the hand holding the steering wheel trembled.

I don't know why, I obviously watched the man in the back row grow up from a little kid with snot bubbles, but this man has a momentum that can make you even if you are familiar with everything about him, every moment of loss and embarrassment, you will still be in awe of him from the bottom of your heart.

After a long silence, just when Director Cai thought that this matter was over and would not be discussed further, Meng Jin opened his mouth.

"I looked into her eyes and I never forgot it. ”

"What?" Director Cai was in a mess at the time, just thinking about Mr. Meng, thinking about Mr. Meng when he was a child, and he didn't hear what Mr. Meng suddenly said.

Her eyes were like a moonless night, but when she talked about Chinese paintings, when she saw them, the sun rose from the edge of the night, scorching light, so dazzling. Meng Jin opened his eyes, looking through the car window at the sky outside, there was no moon in the sky, but the lights of the city still dyed the night brightly, "After I saw that pair of eyes, no matter when, as soon as I close my eyes, I will see them again." ”

Director Cai blinked several times, and didn't know what to say for a while, he had never heard so many words to describe others from Mr. Meng's mouth.

"As soon as I saw it, I thought, Grandpa...... Dad, when they see Chinese paintings, when they talk about Chinese paintings, their eyes will light up with the same light. Meng Jin closed his eyes again, he raised the window, and the carriage was suddenly much quieter, and he continued, "Imagine the light in their eyes, and I understand." ”

I understood my father's love for Chinese painting at the beginning, and also understood my father's paranoid dedication for his love, although I can't talk about liking it yet, but Meng Jin's disgust for Chinese painting has been dissipated by the hot light in Xia Keren's eyes.

"It turned out to be because of Miss Xia. Director Cai breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was full of gratitude. I am grateful that Mr. Meng's heart knot was gradually untied because of Xia Keren, and I was also grateful that Mr. Meng could say so much to himself, "Mr. Meng, thank you for saying so much to me." ”

The car just stopped at the door of the villa, and according to custom, Mr. Meng got off here and walked in by himself.

"Uncle Cai. Meng Jin's sudden opening of his mouth startled Director Cai.

Only before Meng Jin was ten years old, when he was a child, at that time, Cai Yong followed Lao Meng, and Lao Meng always asked Meng Jin to call Cai Yong Uncle Cai.

But Director Cai has not heard this title for more than ten years.

"It's my thanks to you. Meng Jin's tone was very light and light, but he said sincerely, "Thank you for your company with your grandfather over the past decades, and thank you for everything you have done to the MMU Group and our Meng family."

Meng Jin understood that Director Cai was caring about himself, and Director Cai was the one who gave all his life to his grandfather. Although Meng Jin never said it, let alone showed it, but when he was a child, he really regarded Director Cai as his own uncle, because he was very close to his grandfather, and often returned to China to follow his grandfather.

After Meng Jin finished speaking, he didn't wait for Director Cai to speak again, pulled the car door and got out of the car.

Cai Yong held the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes were hot, watching Mr. Meng's long figure disappear into the darkness little by little, and a teardrop rolled down from the corner of Cai Yong's eyes.

He reached out and wiped away his tears with his sleeve, until he watched the lights in the villa turn on one by one, then re-geared and drove away.

……

"Do you know how to adjust the colors now?" Xia Keren asked the children below with a light smile, their eyes wide open with expectation, like little chicks waiting to be fed.

Xia Keren just taught the children to paint the grass, and by the way, he also taught Chinese painting color mixing.

The color of garcinia cambogia is bright yellow, which can be used to paint flowers and autumn branches and leaves, and the use of cyan plus garcinia cambogia can be adjusted into grass green and tender green, which is just used to paint grass.

When the children saw such a magical color change, they were all in high spirits, and they all shouted that they would hand in the best and best grass color map to the lovely sister before the next class.

Just as all the children were nodding and clapping, a small staccato sound came from the left side of the front row.

Xia Keren didn't notice it at first, but Yu Yashi heard it and hurriedly called Xia Keren: "Sister Keren, my brother, my brother is talking!"

After stopping Xia Keren, Yu Yashi also turned around and shouted at the children who were giggling: "Everyone be quiet, my brother is talking, can you listen to my brother?"

All the children quieted down, blinked, tilted their heads, and looked at Yu Ruiqi in the first row.

Xia Keren turned around slowly, and saw Yu Ruiqi clutching the brush in his hand tightly, his head was so low that it almost hung down on the table, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, and he read vigorously: "God!

"What?" Xia Keren asked softly.

"The sky. Yu Yashi is worthy of being Yu Ruiqi's sister, she understands as soon as she hears it, she immediately became a little translator between her younger brother and the teacher, this role should be familiar, but I am afraid that she has done it many times, "Sister Keren, my brother wants to ask you how to adjust the color if you want to draw the sky?"

"Sky?" Xia Keren should have replied to Yu Ruiqi, but she walked up to Yu Yashi, lowered her body slightly, and greeted her, "Add a little white/pink to the ink and cyan, and you can adjust it to azure." ”

"Brother, did you hear that?" Yu Yashi nodded at Xia Keren, and passed her to Yu Ruiqi.

"Heavenly ...... Tian ......" Yu Ruiqi raised her head slightly, stammered in her mouth, and still repeated the word "Tian".

He seems to have only his own world, stubbornly immersed in his own world and ignoring others. Xia Keren didn't know what to do for a while, but Yu Yashi lost her paintbrush and hurriedly ran over and hugged her younger brother.

When Yu Yashi took her younger brother and Xia Keren to say goodbye, Xia Keren wanted to say something to Yu Ruiqi, but after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't think of anything else to say to him, so she had to say "goodbye" dryly.

The sky outside was gloomy, and as soon as Xia Keren finished cleaning up the painting case, he saw Feng Jiayu holding two children, Xiaoqing and Yaya.

Two little girls, one nine years old and one ten.

"Children, do you want to buy a brush? Brother, here is the best big white cloud, made of sheep's hair, it is wool! How cute do you want the lamb to be, baa baa, don't you want to buy the lamb?" Feng Jiayu said vividly, and said that a brush is a pet, "Take the lamb home and draw better!"

Xiaoqing and Yaya nodded together, their eyes flashed with little stars, and they asked in a glutinous voice, "Brother, how much is it?"

"How much pocket money do you have?" Feng Jiayu also learned from their glutinous tone.

"Ten!" "Twenty-two!"

Each of the two children reported a number.

"That's just right, this one is 16 yuan!" Feng Jiayu smiled.

Xiaoqing immediately pursed her mouth, and looked like she was about to cry: "But I only have ten yuan." ”

"Silly boy, you calculate, you have ten yuan, your sister Yaya has twenty-two, you add one, isn't it exactly thirty-two, one person sixteen?

"Good!" the two little ones immediately took out the money.

"Shameless. Xia Keren walked over, "The child's money is also cheated!"

"Hey, lovely people, how can I be cheating?" Feng Jiayu pulled Xia Keren, "It can only be regarded as packaging marketing, I make money, and the children are happy to buy it, isn't it the best of both worlds!"

Xia Keren ignored him with a cold face, took two pens from the shelf, bent down and said to Xiaoqing and Yaya, "Come, I'm sending you." ”

"Wow, thank you, sister!" the two children were overjoyed.

The corners of Xia Keren's mouth hooked: "No thanks, as long as you learn to paint hard and make progress, my sister will reward you with better things next time." ”

When the two children were far away, Feng Jiayu said faintly behind Xia Keren: "This money has to be deducted from your salary." ”