A special auction is taking place at the Toronto Art Gallery, where the most high-profile work of the night, "The Early Summer of Memory No. 77," was sold by a mysterious woman for 12 million. That night, the woman declined all interviews, with the obvious purpose of auctioning the work, and disappeared from the auction house. None of the reporters were able to catch her.

Qi Ran sat on the plane back to China and looked at the report on yesterday's time on his mobile phone, the corners of his lips raised slightly, in the past few years, similar reports have also appeared, as long as there is a place where Gu Chen's works appear, there will definitely be this mysterious woman. And no matter how high the price of Gu Chen's "No. 77 Memory" series is photographed, the final winner must be this mysterious woman.

It is rumored that she is Gu Chen's loyal admirer, or a subordinate sent by a wealthy man, and some people even speculate that she is Gu Chen's relative, but Ms. Cheng Wenxin, as Gu Chen's mother, has publicly denied this.

Qi Ran recalled the first auction of Gu Chen's works, at that time she never thought that Cheng Wenxin, as Gu Chen's mother, would be so ruthless and auction all the paintings out, and after many years, she never asked about her whereabouts. If it weren't for those fragments in her memory, she wouldn't even dare to believe that Cheng Wenxin was Gu Chen's mother. Now she is still a strong woman in the shopping mall, and she is still the person in charge of the business empire Gu's enterprise, but everything has nothing to do with her.

"Dear passengers, the plane is about to land, please ...... passengers"

The plane landed in Jiangzhou City, Qi Ran took out sunglasses from his backpack and put them on his face, and walked straight to the underground parking lot from the crowded exit with an indifferent face.

"Beauty, is it convenient to have a meal together?"

There is a handsome man standing in front of the low-key white Audi, with long sword eyebrows, starry eyes, deep facial features that seem to be carefully carved by the gods, handsome lines, looking no more than twenty-six or seven, a pair of black eyes as cold as a cold pool, which is filled with a stable and wise man who belongs to a mature man, a white shirt on the upper body, black slim trousers on the lower body, a blazer of the same style on the elbow, and a ruffian smile on his face after seeing the beauty approaching.

Qi Ran had long expected him to appear, threw the car keys to him, and walked to the co-pilot's position.

"Just find a place to eat, I didn't even eat breakfast." As soon as she got in the car, Qi Ran leaned on the seat to rest, and the long-distance flight still made her very tired.

Hearing her words, Song Yi frowned, obviously unhappy that she didn't take care of her body, "Do you want to rush like this?" I had to take that early flight back. "Last night's auction, I immediately caught the first flight back to China today, Song Yi naturally felt sorry for her.

"Tomorrow there is a contract to be negotiated in person, and where to stay abroad, where to stay in your own country is comfortable." Hearing her say that she had a job, although she was distressed, Song Yi drove the car and didn't say anything about her, after all, Qi Ran's stubbornness was the best for him. If it weren't for her desperate work attitude, there would be no Qi Ran who has a successful career today. If his persuasion and help were useful, how could Song Yi be willing to let her suffer a little.

There are many high-rise buildings outside the car window, and advertisements designed by Qi Ran's company are placed in several shopping malls, but her heart is now on that painting. Song Yi knows that the people around him don't care about fame and fortune, even if they are already famous in the industry, they have always been low-key and only focus on work.

In the industry, everyone says that Qi Ran is a desperate Sanniang, who has only been the hottest designer in the advertising industry for only three years since he entered the cutting-edge, and has become the youngest design director since the establishment of the cutting-edge. She is not good at socializing, does not like to socialize, and has been cold in the past few years in the workplace. In her world, there seems to be only work. When she entered the new cutting-edge, Qi Ran made it very clear that she needed money, so she had to grow quickly to a position where she could get more money. Of course, she would rather work hard than ask Song Yi for financial help.

Song Yi chose a simple meal. I ordered a few home-cooked dishes, and what I asked for was speed. Qi Ran was not picky about food in the first place, but now he was tortured by hunger and couldn't care about his image.

Song Yi kept pouring tea for her. "Anyway, you are also the person who just spent more than 10 million yuan to buy a painting, how can you be like a refugee now."

"By the way, if you don't remind me, I forgot, I guess I'm going to rub your food and drink in the future, from today on, I'll be a poor flower."

"Hey, Qi Ran, you spent money to buy the works of my rival, resulting in poverty, and you still want to eat and drink?"

Song Yi said and made a gesture to take away the teacup in her hand. Qi Ran hurriedly grabbed it all with one hand and poured it into his mouth. is completely reasonable, Song Yi naturally understands that she is joking, if she is willing to let him help her a little more, why is she so bitter. And Song Yi will not chase Qi Ran for many years without success.

However, Song Yi also knew that this auction was enough to make her poor, and her job could indeed provide her with a high salary, but in the face of sky-high auctions, Qi Ran's salary was a drop in the bucket.

After a full meal, Song Yi sent her home, and forcibly dragged Qi Ran to the supermarket to buy a bunch of food when passing by the supermarket. No one knows Qi Ran better than Song Yi, and he can imagine that the refrigerator in Qi Ran's house is a furnishing without going upstairs.

"In the future, I will save grain for you once a week, you can't drink more than two bottles of yogurt a day, you can eat more fruits but not as rice, I threw away all your instant noodles, I bought you eggs, somen noodles and vegetables, and you can eat them by simply boiling them."

Qi Ran, who was paralyzed on the sofa as soon as he got home, was so sleepy that he didn't want to speak, and he had already heard the nagging in his ear countless times. After Song Yi stuffed the refrigerator and saw that the person on the sofa was already asleep, he went to the room to find a blanket for her and cover it. Originally, I wanted to tell her that I was going on a business trip abroad, but now it seems that there is no chance to say it in person.

Looking at her quiet sleeping face, her eyes were full of distress. In the eyes of outsiders, Qi Ran is a strong woman, aggressive when negotiating with others, serious and strong at work, but in Song Yi's eyes, she is just a girl who can't even take care of herself.

After filling the thermos cup with water and putting it on the coffee table, Song Yicai left Qi Ran's house.

When Qi Ran woke up, he was woken up by the doorbell, and when he opened the door, the delivery man delivered the paintings that had been auctioned abroad. Qi Ran closed the door and put the painting in the studio. Compared with the excitement when she got Gu Chen's works two years ago, she is much calmer now.

The room is very large, and the paintings hanging on the wall are the same as the paintings in his hands, all of which are from Gu Chen's hands. The "Memory No. 77" series is Gu Chen's masterpiece, a total of seven works, and after taking the first volume away in the apartment, she has been inquiring about the whereabouts of the remaining six volumes. Cheng Wenxin auctioned off all of Gu Chen's paintings that year, and some of the works that were auctioned off as charity disappeared and some were tossed and turned among many people. People in the art world were also proud to be able to collect a genuine piece of Gu Chen. Gu Chen's short life was only 26 years, but he left a lot of works, and Qi Ran's persistent "No. 77 Memory" is the only painting about emotions in Gu Chen's life, which has unusual significance for Qi Ran. Today, she has a collection of 4 volumes. The other paintings in the studio were all painted by Qi Ran himself, and the number of people on the paintings was the same face, with Gu Chen's smile, Gu Chen's annoyance, and Gu Chen's injury......

The face in his memory has always been so clear, and everything about him has long been deeply engraved in Qi Ran's blood and bones.

"I'll get it all back what you left me."

Qi Ran's slender fingers gently stroked the corners of the eyes of the person on the painting, those eyes were incomprehensible, obviously only in their twenties, but they were so incomprehensible.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and blurred on the paper. "It's been 8 years, Gu Chen."

Qi Ran was reluctant to admit that they had been separated for eight years.

For her, this time was too long. They have known each other for less than eight years.