The city government means that since the location of the old shipyard is too close to the river, it will not consider residential or commercial, and it is planned to change it into a public green space for citizens, and it will be green for citizens. As compensation, the developers involved in the renovation will receive other plots of land at a price lower than the market price.

The renovation of old factories and the construction of public green spaces are all thankless tasks.

Sifa Group, a leading local developer, is duty-bound and ready to take over the plot. Negotiations with the Government are currently underway. Tang Wenhao took the opportunity to launch a call for papers, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone, taking into account both career and feelings.

When Wenhao sat in the luxury car and saw Mo Yan standing on the plot of land he was about to take over from a distance wrapped in a knee-length down jacket, his heart was fanatical and full of emotion.

If Mo Yan is willing to be with him, he will be completely guided by Mo Yan's preferences and build a dream garden for Mo Yan at any cost.

The mania of the writer slowly calmed down.

Mo Yan! Won't! Stay with him!

The Molan glass conceals the loss of the writer.

"Do you want to get out of the car?" The driver asks carefully.

"No, I don't. Let's go. ”

Luxury cars come quietly and go quietly.

Mo Yan was mixed in the crowd of people on field trips, completely unaware that the writer had come.

The tour of the old shipyard site was carried out from 1 p.m. to 5 p.m. Landscape design, architectural design, interior design, and lighting design are linked, so lively.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the inspection came to an end, everyone walked in the cold wind for so long, they all felt hungry, and they heard that the organizer was going to feast everyone, and everyone couldn't help but applaud.

One business vehicle after another came, carrying wave after wave of people.

The family members designed by Qingfeng pulled Mo Yan to speak, so that Mo Yan could not follow the army to get into the car. Mo Yan's two group members were waiting for Mo Yan with their feet stomped.

"Let them go first." Mo Yan's master Zhu Haihui said.

"Isn't it okay?" Mo Yan replied.

Master Zhu Haihui is still not fat or thin, not tall or short, not handsome or ugly, crazy about design, in addition to work is to show the baby, the difference is that now he is in the 40th year of his life, and he has really provoked Qingfeng's beam.

Zhu Gong said lightly and was actively implemented by his subordinates. There was a young man who trotted to the members of Mo Yan's group and led them away.

Not long after, the inspection site was empty. Only Mo Yan and Zhu Gong were left in the huge shell factory.

Mo Yan was awkward: "Master, do you have anything to say to me?" ”

Zhu Gong: "I don't have anything to say to you in private. It's the soup that always asks you to wait for him. ”

"Writer?" Mo Yan murmured, "He asked me to wait for him, why didn't he tell me directly?" ”

Zhu Gong's eyes were searching: "Oh, Mr. Tang is here." I'll go first. Zhu Gong walked a few steps, did not turn around, just stopped a little step, and added, "Call me if you have something." ”

Mo Yan smiled bitterly.

Isn't it normal for a writer to look for her? The master's sentence was like some bad hint for no reason, which made her cry and laugh.

After Zhu Gong left, Mo Yan turned back, but he didn't see the writer as scheduled.

She looked around.

The rusty shipyard is in ruins.

Mo Yan took a few steps forward.

The afterglow shone obliquely into the open dock, and the pale white sunlight made the surroundings more and more lifeless.

"Writer?"

The master is not a joker, he said that he saw "Mr. Tang", and the writer must be there.

Why didn't you come out to meet her? Mo Yan's heart tightened.

"Is that you?"

She always felt that someone was watching her in the dark, but she couldn't find the eyes in the dark.

A dark scent floated in.

Mo Yan was about to turn around and crash into an arms coldly.

Mo Yan was taken aback and raised his eyes to look.

It is the warm and spring-like smiling face of the writer.

Wenhao stretched out his hand and looked at the posture, he should have wanted to cover her eyes from behind her. I never thought that he was betrayed by the incense on his body.

"You're so alert." The writer laughed.

Hearty laughter.

Mo Yan's constricted heart unfolded little by little.

"You didn't say anything just now, and it scared me. It's so run-down that it's uncomfortable. ”

Wenhao stretched out his arm and motioned for Mo Yan to pull it up. Mo Yan was habitually obedient and took Wenhao's arm.

The writer wore an overcoat with a scarf over it, and his start was extremely vigorous. Step by step, he walked slowly, as if walking on the red carpet: "So I had to ask a designer to redesign it from scratch." ”

Mo Yan nodded.

"Tell me about your dreamland."

Mo Yan thought that the writer wanted to get inspiration from her, so he couldn't help laughing: "Mine? Nothing new. When I was a child, I coveted the Ferris wheel, and even coveted other people's swings. The dream paradise in my heart, no matter how cheesy, is all leftovers from other people's childhood. ”

The writer looked sideways at Mo Yan. The gaze is so gentle.

Mo Yan was unintentional, but after seeing the writer's eyes full of pity, he couldn't help but feel sour. When she was a child, she was so down. In the past few years, life has gone well, and she has forgotten a little.

"Don't look at me like that. Walked over and looked back. That's it. I'm not sentimental. ”

Wenhao patted Mo Yan's hand on his arm and didn't say anything.

After walking for a while, the two of them walked out of the dock and walked along the two railroad tracks in the direction of the setting sun.

"Those tall hanging towers are still very special and worth keeping." Mo Yan spoke casually.

"Okay."

"It's a lot of fun, too. It can be regarded as a witness to history. ”

"Keep it too."

Mo Yan laughed: "Look at you." It's like private property. ”

Wenhao looked at Mo Yan, smiled, and did not speak.

He thought that if he built a garden big enough, he would be able to leave Mo Yan behind. He must have given everything he had to build a huge garden and leave her behind.

"How are you getting along with him?" The writer didn't look at Mo Yan, and used personal pronouns.

Mo Yan smiled shyly, what flashed in her mind was crossing the United States and rushing to the storm, it was Forrest Gump and Jenny, and it was Midoriko Kobayashi: "It's good." ”

The writer sighed heavily in his heart. She said it was good. She smiled and said it was good.

"I saw you driving across the United States for four days, it must be special, right?"

"yes. I can't believe it now when I think about it. Mo Yan couldn't help it, revealing a bright smile.

That sweet smile from the heart is tantamount to a stimulus for the writer.

The words "Xiaoyan, I'm good, envy ......" and "Wang Chengyou" are a little difficult to export for Wenhao. An adult man should not envy other men.

"Yes," Mo Yan smiled, "many Americans are also envious when they hear about our journey." ”

The writer pressed his eyebrows and didn't force himself to continue.

After walking like this for a while, there is a lot of heat loss in the body.

The writer saw that Mo Yan's lips were a little purple, and quickly took off his scarf.