Yanjing is an international metropolis and the ancient capital of China, and it still preserves a small number of quaint courtyard buildings in some places that are difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Usually a deserted courtyard, today many people come to see the appearance, either rich or expensive.

This day is the birthday of the patriarch of the family surnamed Ling, and some people who are usually inconvenient to meet and come over take this opportunity to come to Yanjing to celebrate him.

Ling Shan has been busy forming the "Strategy-Strategy-International-Research-Committee-Committee" recently, and has hardly been here since the last confinement, but now he is standing at the door with a smile to welcome his father.

Ling's father is talking to some people with extraordinary status in the inner hall, and the outside affairs are handed over to his son.

Nodding, greeting, and thanking, Ling Shan felt that his facial muscles were about to stiffen, but he liked the feeling of getting acquainted with others through his father's power.

As long as their father reigned for a day, these people could only smile at them.

It's so good, I really hope that my father will live a long life and never retire, Ling Shan can't help but express such an expectation in his heart.

"Hi, Otani." A well-dressed young man walked into the courtyard.

Ling Shan looked at it and smiled appropriately as others did for him: "Brother Hou, you're here." ”

The young man smiled and nodded, glanced at the people in the courtyard and said, "My dad is definitely inconvenient to come, so I came over to congratulate my uncle on his birthday." He handed over a long gift box in his hand, "My dad knows that my uncle likes ancient paintings, and he asked me to bring it." ”

Ling Shan took it with both hands and thanked his father: "Brother Hou, please." I'll meet you later, and I'll talk to you later. He seemed to be more familiar with the young man, and he spoke more casually.

The young man waved his hand and nodded indifferently into the courtyard.

As soon as he appeared, he was greeted by the sound of greetings one after another in the courtyard.

Most of them are from their generation. His status is vaguely slightly higher, and he is warmly greeted by many people.

Ling Shan handed the gift box in his hand to the person behind him, a trace of hesitation flashed in his heart, and after thinking about it, he still didn't ask the question in his heart.

As noon approached, everyone who should have arrived had already arrived, and Ling Shan entered the courtyard.

It's not as lively as a normal birthday party. There was a strange order to the luncheon in this courtyard.

Although no one came out to maintain it, the people at the table seemed to understand how to sit and how to talk.

Ling Shan was used to this kind of occasion, and he went to the inner hall to see if his father had finished talking.

As soon as he walked outside the inner hall, the door was opened, and Ling's father walked out first.

"Little mountain." Father Ling's complexion was very good, and the corners of his mouth smiled, "How many people came?" ”

Ling Shan saw that his father's face was very good, and knew that he must have talked well in the house, so he was happy: "There are less than 30 people." ”

When the father heard this, he didn't feel any less. Instead, he nodded and said, "Yes, don't be too luxurious, it's very good." You've been doing a great job lately. ”

After saying this, Ling's father took two steps in the direction of the courtyard and then stopped and turned back, and muttered, "Xiaoshan, you are also old enough to get married." Last time, you saw that the daughter of the Qiao family was good, right? ”

Ling Shan thought that his father should have forgotten about this matter, but he didn't expect to suddenly mention it on this day and nodded. He didn't speak.

Ling's father's eyes flickered, and he said, "Then I'll ask tomorrow." With that, he continued to walk towards the other side of the courtyard.

Two steps followed. Looking at his father's figure, Ling Shan pondered in his heart the matter that his father had mentioned again just now, and asked the Qiao family's daughter if she was willing to marry The reason behind it should be to prepare to unite with the Qiao family. Now at this point in September, hey, next year, next year......

Ling Shan's heart cooled slightly. Turned to excitement again.

He had forgotten what the daughter of the Qiao family looked like, and he only had the original impression in his mind - it seemed to be good. However, it doesn't matter what you look like, what matters is the relationship behind it.

Father Ling had already walked to the courtyard and began to thank the guests for their celebration, and Ling Shan quietly walked behind him and silently looked at the expressions and movements of the guests.

Hey, it's nice to be standing next to your dad and enjoying the eyes of everyone.

I sincerely wish my dad a long life. The official fortune is prosperous, and Ling Shan silently prays again on his father's birthday.

"Secretary Ling's words are serious."

"We are willing to come every year on Director Ling's birthday, but we are afraid that the director will not give us the opportunity to get close."

People of different identities and statuses shouted different titles of Ling Father, and their voices woke up Ling Shan, who was immersed in the mood of wishes.

Standing beside his father and smiling, Ling Shan's eyes swept around, just in time to see Brother Hou looking over.

Mouthing at him, Ling Shan continued to listen to his father and began to ponder what he had just said.

Speaking of which, if I am allowed to get married, then I will have to be more restrained in the future, otherwise it will not look good. Well, taking advantage of this short time, you can still have one more wave, and it was only then that Shan thought about the family union that he needed to face as an individual.

He never realized the sense of responsibility that should be part of forming a family, but instead he thought about the different girls he had met a while ago.

Father Ling's speech was over, and Ling Shan followed him to the main table to toast and then walked to the table where Brother Bo was sitting.

"Hey, Brother Hou, how are you doing in the United States lately?" Ling Shan knew the young man's movements.

"It's done. I heard you've formed a club these days? Brother Hou smiled modestly.

Somehow, Ling Shan suddenly felt a slight disgust for his smile from the bottom of his heart, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and continued to talk about the topic he had just talked about.

The birthday luncheon was eaten in a simple, low-key and orderly manner, and when the guests were sent away, all the things were packed, and Ling Shan followed his father to the study.

"Xiaoshan, you come with me to Qiao's house tomorrow. I'll make a phone call tonight and arrange tomorrow's work by the way. "Father Ling seems to be quite concerned about the matter with the Qiao family.

Ling Shan bowed his head, turned around and walked out of the study and gently closed the door, he knew that his father had a lot of things to do.

The next day, Ling's father and his son Lingshan went to Qiao's house to visit and have a deep talk, and when he went out, his face was neither good nor bad, but Lingshan's expression was slightly disappointed.

……

Europe, Zurich.

The curriculum at a Swiss business school is not tight. He Bangwei tentatively went for a few days and found that there were many students in the class, many from various regions, ranging in age from their teens to their forties.

He was particularly pleased that the teacher didn't seem to care much about whether the students were coming to class or not.

Discovering this, He Bangwei is like a fish entering the water and a bird flapping its wings.

He started skipping classes, skipping classes like crazy.

I didn't like the business administration course, and I just planned to mix up my studies. was just to come to Europe to find Qiaoqiao's traces, and in the face of such a situation, He Bangwei was very free.

With a like-minded man from a senior domestic foodie, Lu Gu, and a tacit emotional understanding with his girlfriend Qiao Si, He Bangwei began the most comfortable life since he came to this world after maintaining a minimum frequency of attending classes.

Eat, eat, play, and have fun.

No shortage of money, no shortage of friends, no shortage of girlfriends.

He Bangwei is a person who does things according to his heart. Joss is a literary young woman, and it is a match made in heaven when the two meet.

After visiting Zurich, Switzerland and the surrounding places to eat and play, they flew to different places.

Crossing the Channel to England, museums, castles, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, the two left a happy mark with their newly bought cameras.

With direct trains to Italy, Rome, the cultural origin, Venice, the city of water, Florence, the capital of flowers, and Milan, the economic center, the young couple left their smiles in this country.

Motorbike ride in Germany, the beautiful Swan Castle, the Gothic Cologne Church, the cradle waters of the Rhine, the glacial wonders of the Königssee. Jojo and the sheep wander in a happy time.

……

When another trip was over, Ho Bangwei lay in his rented apartment. The heart is full of satisfaction.

He felt that he had not made a wrong choice, if he had continued to be in Luzhou and did not go to France, if he had not come to Qiaoqiao to continue alone, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.

With a satisfied sigh, He Bangwei got up from the bed and walked to the refrigerator in the living room, opened the cabinet door and took out a can of beer.

Yesterday they had just returned from Königssee, Germany, and today Jojo went to the studio for lessons. So he was home alone.

After the young couple ruthlessly abandoned him, his foodie friend Lu Gu was haunted and didn't know where to dig for food, but from time to time a text message came to say that he was still alive.

Sitting on the sofa with a beer, He Bangwei turned on the TV and took out his mobile phone.

During his trip to Europe, he would use his mobile phone to take pictures and update them on his neck whenever he went.

Today, he has more than a million fans in the scarf - without anyone else running it. I have to say, this is a small growth miracle.

It's just that what makes him laugh is that the new fans, driven by the original fans, all agree with that nickname, well, cheap little open, cheap little open.

replied to a post casually, He Bangwei updated a photo taken yesterday at Kings Lake, and was satisfied to see the fan comment "I am abusing dogs again." ”

Life, life, just keep going like this.

……

In the studio not far from the rented apartment, Joss was seriously scribbling on the canvas with a paintbrush.

She studied oil painting with a foreign teacher, so she had a bunch of paints around her.

This is a small but well-known studio, and foreign teachers teach students more out of interest than money, so the teaching atmosphere is more casual.

The white teacher is in his fifties, with slightly white sideburns, long hair over the shoulders, quite artistic, and what is even more rare is that he also has an understanding of Chinese culture and can speak fluent Chinese.

Because of this, Joss communicated with him very happily, and the oil painting made rapid progress.

"Joe, I smell your dusty scent. Where are you going to play again? After looking at the other disciple's drawing, the white teacher quipped after taking two steps without looking at Joss's canvas.

"Just came back from Germany yesterday and the Königssee is beautiful, it is the cleanest and most beautiful lake in Germany." Joss stared intently at the canvas and replied casually.

The white teacher smiled and took two steps behind Joss, looking intently at her canvas.

The color matching on the canvas is mainly bright, supplemented by gaudy, and the content is two people on a motorcycle, one after the other, galloping on the road, with the clear lake water and two or three tourists on the side.

After looking at it for a while, the white teacher's smiling eyes narrowed: "Joe, this painting has improved a lot. Sure enough, the works that pour my emotions into are different. ”

Joss still didn't look back, the painting was almost finished, and her mind was all about the painting, and she was going to take it back to show the sheep.

After more than ten minutes, the oil painting was completed.

Taking two steps back, looking at the finished work, Joss nodded with satisfaction, this painting basically painted the feeling in his heart.

When the painting is complete, wait for the picture to dry completely, and then apply varnish to prevent air erosion and dirt.

Joss moved over to the bench and stared at his canvas with a smile on his face.

When Yang Yang sees this painting, he will definitely like it, I painted him so handsome, so slammed, so stylish, the girl thought happily in her heart.

The white teacher saw that she was done and walked over again.

"Joe, this painting is your best work lately, have you thought of a name?"

The girl thought for a while and said, "Let's call it a happy life." Then he added, "It seems a bit vulgar?" ”

The white teacher smiled: "As long as it can conform to your own heart, you don't care about anything vulgar." If you want to be more elegant, take two words and call it 'Lesheng'. ”

Qiao thought about it for a while, and felt that the word Lesheng was quite in line with his little literary temperament, so he nodded in agreement.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the oil painting was half dry, the girl turned the canvas over and took a pencil.

She plans to write a word on the back to express her mood when she paints.

After thinking for a few seconds, Joss carefully began to write with a pencil behind the canvas.

For my favorite sheep:

This picture is full of my happy heart.

May you be as happy as I am, and happy forever.

Always grateful for life, grateful for fate for letting us know each other.

Fresh clothes are angry motorcycles, happy to lead my sheep.

Love you.

Your Jojo

2011.09.30

Joss wrote the words "love you".

After writing on the back of the canvas, Joss stared at the pencil handwriting for a moment, then turned the canvas over and waited patiently for it to dry.

After drying, apply varnish, frame, and give it to the sheep, eh, it's perfect.

Joth's heart was simply beautiful.

Traveling, riding, watching sheep and sheep gradually become senior foodies, happy with each other, life is really good.

The girl sat on the bench and began to plan the next round of travel, there are still many places in Europe that she has not yet visited, and she plans to go to the neighboring countries on a motorcycle, and a little further away to take a plane.

Seeing that the oil painting was about to dry, Josie's mobile phone suddenly vibrate.

The girl stared at the canvas with a smile on her lips and pulled her phone out of her pocket with her right hand.

Glancing down at the screen, the smile on Joss's face faded.

This is a text message from my mother, the content is short: If there is an accident at home, come back quickly. (To be continued.) )

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