The day after Meng Qian appeared in public, Pei Moyun came to visit.

When Qi Ran arrived, the two were chatting and laughing in the garden.

Qi Ran didn't expect Pei Moyun to actually know Meng Qian, and it seemed to be ······ It's still very familiar.

But if you think about it carefully, I don't think it's anything, after all, they are all painters, and people in a circle should have some or less contact.

"Old Meng, Xiao Ran is here."

Mrs. Meng gave Qi Ran a place and asked her to sit down together, then turned around and went into the house to pour tea.

"Xiao Ran is here, this is Pei Moyun, you should be familiar with it."

Pei Moyun's gentle smile hung on his face, making Qi Ran always feel that there was an unreal feeling.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Pei."

Meng Qian picked up the scroll next to him, "Xiao Ran, look at it, this is a gift brought to me by Moyun, and it is Gu Chen's work." ”

Qi Ran watched Meng Qian unfold the scroll very carefully.

A familiar style of painting, a style that will never be forgotten in memory.

"Mr. Pei is really generous."

Meng Qian's hand gently stroked the drawing paper, looked at the painting in his hand as if it were a treasure, and said to himself, "You were so proud and arrogant back then, but now you only leave this painting ······."

Qi Ran shifted her gaze, trying to ignore Meng Qian's paintings, because Qi Ran clearly knew that no matter how cold she was in front of outsiders, she would expose her truest self in front of anyone or two things related to Gu Chen. And that one himself is unwilling to be exposed in front of Pei Moyun.

Pei Moyun's narrow eyes flashed a hint of shrewdness, and the corners of his lips hooked, "Although I heard that Mr. Meng and Gu Chen had conflicts in the early years, but now it seems that Mr. Meng is really a person who cherishes talents and is generous." ”

Sure enough, Pei Moyun knew Gu Jingchen very well.

"Teacher, you two talk first, I'll go see if my wife has anything to help with."

Qi Ran excused himself from the garden.

The Meng family's small western-style building was bought by Meng Qian when he was a teacher in the city, and a few years later, the husband and wife returned here after their seclusion, and Qi Ran could still feel that sense of familiarity.

Walking to the kitchen with a familiar car, Qi Ran rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Master, is there anything I can do to help?" ”

Mrs. Meng looked at Qi Ran, who suddenly came in, in surprise, and couldn't help but smile in the next second, "You, don't make trouble with these hands holding the paintbrush." ”

Qi Ran was embarrassed, "Why is my wife still laughing at me after so many years." ”

recalled that when he was in school, Qi Ran often went to Meng's house, and at that time, there was Song Yi who came to eat together.

Qi Ran was born with a grudge against the kitchen, so every time he entered the kitchen, it was like a disaster. Later, Song Yi also learned to cook with his wife.

"Why didn't you come with Song Yi today, I don't know if I have been embarrassed in cooking for so long."

"Rest assured, Song Yi's cooking skills are good now." Qi Ran has the most right to speak on this point.

As soon as Song Yi was mentioned, Mrs. Meng's face was full of relief, in the eyes of Meng Qian and his wife, Qi Ran and Song Yi were like their own children.

"Song Yi, this kid is very good, Xiao Ran, you should know."

Mrs. Meng's words were meaningful, but she also knew that even the elders could not interfere in emotional matters, so she didn't say anything more.

After Pei Moyun and Qi Ran stayed for lunch, they planned to leave.

Pei Moyun offered to take the initiative to send Qi Ran, but as soon as he left the gate of the Meng family, Qi Ran said to Pei Moyun, "Don't bother Mr. Pei, goodbye!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked first.

But soon, her legs stiffened.

Qi Ran stepped on the high heels under his feet and held his back high.

"If you can win the Paris Design Competition, I will definitely send you the 77 in my hand. As long as you can look at me again in the future. ”

Qi Ran's footsteps were fixed in place, and the voice behind him was very distant, although the voice was faint, it also hid a little helplessness. , and an indescribable heartache?

Distressed? Why does Pei Moyun hurt?

"I know I chose the wrong way to play at the beginning, so you've been on my guard from the first glance. But Qi Ran, you don't know me, why did you rush to give me the death penalty? ”

Pei Moyun continued, looking at her proud back, her voice was full of sadness.

For a moment, Qi Ran felt that he might really be wrong, but such a thought was fleeting, and he was quickly controlled by his own reason.

"In any case, I have no interest in you, Mr. Pei."

"Can't we just be friends?"

"I don't need friends!" She didn't look back and said lightly.

Qi Ran walked forward step by step, like a proud peacock, never bowing his head to move forward. until he disappeared from Pei Moyun's sight.

For Qi Ran, Pei Moyun's existence is like a mystery. Whenever she wanted to ignore the existence of the forgotten man, he would reappear.

When they met for the first time, his dressing style was very similar to Gu Jingchen's, the same indifferent but clean temperament on his body······ And that kind of pride that is unique to an artist.

In comparison, Pei Moyun is even more mysterious.

The reason for their first meeting was "No. 77", he said his purpose without any disguise, and his goal was directly aimed at Gu Jingchen.

Qi Ran's time to get off work every day began to become regular, and even Xiaoxiao was amazed that her director's conscience found that she would commute to and from work on time every day, but in all the suspicions, only Pei Moyun clearly knew that Qi Ran was going home to prepare for the Paris design competition, and she worked so hard because he gave a bait that attracted Qi Ran very much.

Qi Ran hadn't participated in any competitions alone in the past year, so she had to be well prepared.

In the empty house, there was only the sound of Qi Ran's paintbrush rubbing on the paper, and only a lamp on the desk was left in the entire room. She is not the most talented one in advertising design, but because she is naturally more aura than others in design, she will go faster than the average person.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the RS6 downstairs in the community has been stopped in the same place countless times. The people in the car looked at the faint light on the floor, and the wind outside the window blew in, but they couldn't clear up their thoughts at all, and put one hand on the window until another cigarette burned out at their fingertips. The people in the car stared thoughtfully at the window with only a faint light.

After a long time, he left.

Qi Ran's head was already unconsciously pillowing his arms, a face, quiet and peaceful, silent, without the strength and indifference of the day, maintaining the most authentic appearance.

Qi Ran saw in her dream the people she was familiar with, the past she was familiar with, the beautiful past······