Su Yiyang was very amazed by Zhong Ziyi's behavior of turning over and over the spring garden, looking at Zhong Dashao's posture, it was as if he was not the one who had just urged Su Yiyang to hurry up and find the next troupe to step on.

"Ah Yang, listen to my brother's advice, the biggest difference between humans and animals is that the need for affection is stronger. Zhong Ziyi leaned back on the leather sofa, took out the enthusiasm of the MLM boss to mobilize the little fools to join the club, and said passionately, "Autumn has passed more than half, and winter is coming soon, will spring be far away?"

Su Yiyang bent his index finger and lightly clapped the table, and said with a smile: "Talking about people." ”

Zhong Ziyi's slightly raised narrow eyes were full of hippie smiles, and when it came to feelings, he finally brought his eloquence as the president of the propaganda company to the extreme, and the witty words came as soon as he opened his mouth: "Ah Yang, I believe in the experience of my predecessors, spring is a season of love, don't chase it in autumn, regret it in winter, and be sad in ...... spring."

Then Zhong Ziyi paused, completely ignoring Su Yiyang's eyes looking at the fool, and summed it up: "Although there are thousands of beautiful girls in the world, there is only one little goddess..... Rounding up is like flying like wings, and if you don't start, when will you wait?"

"It's okay, Zhong Shao, it's almost. Su Yiyang was completely amused by Zhong Ziyi's demented speech, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhong Ziyi, his smiling eyes bent up carelessly, and the lying silkworm floated with a beautiful outline.

"I know you can speak well, but please don't put those draft language on me, I don't have the heat to fry you, and I don't have the publicity fee to settle for you, I have time to think about these boundless things, it's better to think about how to promote our project, good." ”

was poured cold water on him straightforwardly, Zhong Ziyi's enthusiasm did not retreat at all, but became more and more frustrated: "The contract is not a word, what am I going to promote for you, draw a pie with your bare hands?"

Su Yiyang nodded noncommittally, and said with a smile: "I haven't met Gu Nanqiao a few times, not to mention the eight-character brush, I haven't picked up the pen at all, aren't you also very happy to draw flatbread?"

"Can that be the same....... The projects you Su Dashao has never handled, and when you can't earn money, but for emotional problems, there will be no such store after this village...... If you are more aggressive, I can't worry about it, but if you are so weak, I will have to worry about it more?"

Zhong Ziyi blew the clarified tea soup in the celadon teacup, and the heat set off the inconspicuous ridicule in his eyes, "Ah Yang, seriously, if you change your mind and are embarrassed to speak in person, I will talk about it for you, anyway, I am also one of the managers, don't treat me as a decoration - as long as you tell me how far you plan to make concessions, I will be sure to solve it satisfactorily for you." ”

Su Yiyang did not answer Zhong Ziyi's question, but unhurriedly flicked the cigarette ash and walked back to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Gu Nanqiao was still downstairs in the company, and when Su Yiyang looked out the window, she took her mobile phone and looked at it for a while, as if she was considering what to reply to. Su Yiyang thought that he would receive a text message from Gu Nanqiao soon, but he waited for a few minutes before he saw Gu Nanqiao put away his phone a little irritably, took a few steps forward and sat on the bench on the side of the road.

"What's the matter, is my text message hard to reply to?"

Su Yiyang thought so in his heart, and subconsciously chuckled and said it.

Zhong Ziyi was inexplicable when he heard it, and he didn't know if Su Yiyang listened to his bitter words: "Ah Yang, what did you say, who did you text to?"

Su Yiyang narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze stopped at Gu Nanqiao's body through the floor-to-ceiling window: "It's nothing." ”

Seeing Su Yiyang's reaction now, Zhong Ziyi didn't ask more and knew who he was referring to, and couldn't help but smile with a teasing smile: "Look at your appearance, I almost packed up and went straight downstairs to you...... Ah Yang, I really didn't say it, I can't help but give a step, the little girl needs to be coaxed, if you don't provide an opportunity, how can you further develop?"

Su Yiyang bit the butt of the cigarette and hooked the corners of his lips, but did not respond to anything.

The afternoon sun pours down with a characteristic warm texture, coating everything around it with a soft halo of warm yellow, and in late autumn, the leaves are gradually starting to turn yellow, the mottled shadows of the trees sway with the autumn wind, and from time to time bright golden dead leaves fall and stack on the sidewalks.

The slender figure downstairs was too far away, and many details could not be seen really, Su Yiyang vaguely saw the girl's slender fingers rubbing her eyes, and her movements seemed to be wiping away faint tears.

Under the warm sunlight, Su Yiyang's memories seem to transcend time and space, returning to the early summer of his youth.

In my memory, the rehearsal hall filled with sunlight in the Children's Palace was always very lively, and the girl's graceful voice floated out of the half-open window with the unique immaturity of the voice change period, and sang to the bottom of Su Yiyang's heart.

At that time, Gu Nanqiao was thinner than now, his slender and flexible figure was indescribably youthful and moving, and the confidence and tenacity in his eyes seemed to have not changed for so many years.

And those past events that have been precipitated in Su Yiyang's heart have passed unconsciously for so many years.

After a long while, Su Yiyang chuckled lightly and retracted his distant thoughts.

His voice was low and good, with a slight hoarseness because of his smoking, and the end of his words was entangled in the smoke that gradually drifted away, and he was unexpectedly a little gentle.

However, the content of his words is completely unrelated to gentleness.

"There's nothing to compromise on, it's fate to talk about business, but it's one thing to have fate, and it's another thing to have fate. In this situation, Gu Nanqiao and I will not be more deeply involved, if the acquisition of Spring Garden affects her work and future, it will not be a good thing......."

"Wait, don't talk about that yet," Zhong Ziyi sounded a little worried, and interrupted before Su Yiyang could finish speaking, "In addition to business cooperation, what about the relationship between the two of you, you can be regarded as half a childhood sweetheart, don't you have any plans?"

"I mentioned Gu Nanqiao a few words, and I also gave her some concessions, which can be regarded as living up to the love back then. Su Yiyang turned his head to look at Zhong Ziyi, and said casually, "I can't give it the excess, and to put it bluntly, Gu Nanqiao and I don't have such a deep relationship at all, and there is no need to think about it at the emotional level." ”

Su Yiyang's words were crisp and decisive, and his attitude was quite obvious, leaving no room for Zhong Ziyi.

So much so that Zhong Dashao's lips touched up and down, and he originally wanted to persuade a few more words, but he didn't say anything, and he held back for a long time before he sighed with hatred.

"Tell me about you, Ayan...... As far as you realize, if you are not single, who is single......"

****

But it turns out that Su Dashao is a typical hard-mouthed and soft-hearted.

When he was with his own family, Su Yiyang said it without any mercy, but when Zhong Ziyi left, Su Yiyang sat in the huge office and found out that the Heavenly Dao was always reincarnated.

Gu Nanqiao's appearance of silently wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes echoed in his mind for no reason, and what was recalled together was those youthful memories that had not been recalled for many years, so that Su Dashao looked at the sunlight reflected on the desk, and it was clear that all this was commonplace, but some warm fragments appeared uncontrollably in his heart.

It was the end of June in Xinguang City, and the Children's Palace was next to the children's park, and there were always a lot of pedestrians coming and going nearby, and once it calmed down, you could hear the rustle of the leaves in the breeze and the chirping of cicadas throughout the tree.

Those repetitive single tones are noisy and boring, especially after being scorched by the scorching sun, which disturbs people in all directions, but inexplicably makes people feel that this is what summer should be.

In the middle of summer, the jasmine flowers in the children's park are blooming, and there are a sea of flowers from a distance, the viscous wind carries the fragrance of the flowers far away, and the air is filled with the unique faint fragrance of jasmine.

At that time, Sun Jing was sitting on the rocking chair in the backyard of the Su family's villa, she brought the classical beauty to the extreme, wearing a moon-white modified cheongsam with dark dark lines, a dark red embroidered shawl with brocade on her shoulders, and her long black hair was untied, hanging down on her chest, lined with a slender waist and unbearable to hold, like a lady in the Republic of China, her eyebrows and eyes were dignified and soft.

Sun Jing is always unhurried when making tea, the body exercises practiced by Peking Opera actors all year round make her habitually her orchid fingers, her slender fingers lightly buckle the edge of the teacup, and the plain white porcelain sets off the fingertips when adding water, which looks extremely charming and moving.

The boiling water washed away the rolled tea leaves, and the fragrance of the tea soon overflowed in all directions, mixed with the refreshing light fragrance of jasmine, lingering between Su Yiyang's snorts, and together with Sun Jing's gentle and tactful voice, it was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Xiao Yang, come, try the jasmine slices made by my mother. ”

If sunlight also has a taste, then in Su Yiyang's memory, it must be mixed with jasmine aroma.

Then the memory jumped, Su Yiyang remembered that on the day of the end of the junior high school exam, he went to the Children's Palace to watch the training of the opera class as usual, but did not pull Zhong Ziyi with him as usual, but watched Gu Nanqiao's leg press and voice practice and performance rehearsal alone. That day coincided with the final report performance of the opera class, and Gu Nanqiao's "Drunken Concubine" was amazing.

On the way home from class, Su Yiyang stopped Gu Nanqiao.

"That, thank you. ”

Gu Nanqiao has changed a lot in the past few years, so much so that when they met for the first time, Su Yiyang didn't recognize her directly.

When he was a child, Gu Nanqiao was not as cold and arrogant as she is now, she was more like a delicate porcelain doll, with long eyelashes and big eyes and a small pear vortex floating on her cheeks when she smiled, like a little princess who came out of a fairy tale, and her gestures were indescribably sweet and lovely.

"What?"

"It's okay, it's just...... I want to thank you. ”

The little princess was taken aback by the sudden gloomy young man, and she didn't understand what this sudden thank you meant, but Su Yiyang obviously didn't give Gu Nanqiao more time to react.

He frowned slightly, stuffed the things he had been holding in his hand for a long time into Gu Nanqiao's hand, and then before she could ask anything, he quickly turned around and ran away.

"Hey...... You wait...... What is this......"

Gu Nanqiao was completely confused by this uninvited guest, she opened the crumpled paper bag, and there was only half a bag of tea left in it, and she could smell the faint fragrance of jasmine before brewing.

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