Chapter Seventy-Five: Mid-Levels Villa

Mid-Autumn Festival a year later.

The country has just entered early autumn, and in Russia, it is already late autumn.

A slender girl in a thick gray coat sat in the courtyard of the boarding house with a drawing board, and the flowers and plants could not withstand the change of weather, and withered early when the cold winter came.

Her brush hung down, and the dots of oil paint instantly smeared on the paper.

What's wrong? Sitting in the courtyard early in the morning wasting paper? ”

The girl in the thick gray coat looked back at the girl standing outside the door of the inner room holding a glass of water, and blinked, "Oh my God, I don't want to paint this withered scene." ”

After a brief pause, she put away her paintbrush and said, "Penny, that sounds like a prank." ”

Standing at the door, Penny is of mixed descent and the daughter of the owner of the family's accommodation.

The host is Russian, and the hostess is Chinese.

There are currently five people living here, and in addition to their family of three, they also accept two students from the Repin Academy.

One is her from the Department of Fine Arts, and the other is Gu Lang, a Chinese boy from the Department of Architecture.

Penny laughed and said, "Shang Wu, huh?" ”

She was helpless, shrugged her shoulders and smiled: "I'm going to go out and buy something later, come with me?" ”

Penny held her mouth and refused, "Oh, no. ”

Along with Shang Wu, I also have to accompany her to visit those smelly cheap vegetable markets, and Chinese supermarkets where almost all the food is on the verge of expiration.

There are many Chinese supermarkets near the school, and the reason why most of the goods are very cheap is because these items are within the seven-day expiration date.

Shang Feiwu pulled up his coat, the cold wind blew, the sky was overcast, and the climate was still a little cold.

There were a lot of people in the supermarket, most of them were Chinese students who came to study abroad, and the market was full of mooncakes.

After quickly shopping for some daily necessities and fast food, she went to the cashier to pay the bill.

The owner of this supermarket is a Chinese man in his fifties, who is usually quite talkative, and always says a few words when he meets someone he knows.

Shang Feiwu is a frequent visitor, so it is natural to have a conversation at this time.

"What? Didn't you buy some mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival? The boss asked as he scanned the barcode.

She turned back to the mooncakes on the shelves again, and quickly withdrew her gaze.

She shook her head and said while confronting the charged price displayed on the computer, "No, I don't really like to eat mooncakes." ”

The boss smiled heartily twice, "Go slowly, welcome to come next time." ”

In fact, Shang Feiwu's next visit came quickly, early in the morning after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Sure enough, the price of mooncakes has dropped.

This kind of holiday goods will be greatly discounted as soon as the season passes.

A large bag of mooncakes was packed in a shopping bag, and for only three hundred rupees, she quickly picked one and placed it in front of the boss.

The Chinese boss hesitated for a moment, "Hey girl, I heard you say yesterday that you don't like to eat moon cakes very much?" ”

Originally, he wanted to send some mooncakes to this Chinese regular yesterday.

Shang Feiwu blushed slightly, half-bowed his head and said, "I'm going to class later, please help me settle the bill quickly......"

The boss shrugged his shoulders and didn't want to ask much, so he quickly settled the bill.

Looking at her back as if she had fled in the middle of nowhere, the proprietress took a bento from the kitchen at the back of the supermarket, and followed the direction of the boss's eyes.

"Brother Qiang, what are you looking at? Time to eat. ”

The boss sighed, "Hey, if this girl comes in the future, the price will be cheaper, it's not easy to study abroad alone, and if you want to eat moon cakes, you have to wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival to buy them at a discount." ”

The proprietress looked at it, only to see a petite girl carrying a shopping bag had walked to the side of the road, "Which girl?" ”

The boss took the lunch box and said, "That's the Chinese girl." ”

The proprietress searched her memory, "Oh! You say that beautiful and lovely Chinese girl? ”

"yes, hey, it's not easy to ......"

No. 17 University Riverbank, the temple of the arts, the school she attends now.

This is her first year, which is the preparatory department, and she is busy with classes and assignments every day except for holidays.

Only about one-third of the people who can enter the department after the preparatory department can enter the department, so this year, she has been conscientious and has maintained the first grade in quality and score.

The large and empty college was sparsely populated, and at seven o'clock in the morning, few people actually came to school.

At this time, most students are enjoying the proper warmth in the bed, and winter is coming, and getting out of bed is almost a difficult task.

She carefully climbed the stairs with a large bag of mooncakes and a tool kit.

"Hey!" A cheerful male voice shouted her nickname behind her.

Shang Feiwu turned around, it was Gu Lang.

He has short and crisp hair and bright eyes.

It is also one of the few serious and hardworking rich second generations.

She was a little displeased, "Gu Lang, is it?" ”

Gu Lang's hand holding the textbook froze, and the girl standing on the steps looked a little serious, and he apologized in a hurry, "I'm sorry, I see Penny often calling you like this, so I want to close the distance with you." ”

Somehow, the girl in front of her always looked very cold, she lived in the same house with him, but she still felt quite far away from her.

Gu Lang once thought that this was the case here, and everyone was at such a distance after contact.

But apparently not, he and Penny knew that they could joke with each other now, but this girl was different.

Even shouting her nickname, she was a little disgusted.

Gu Lang didn't know if she was disgusted with this nickname, or disgusted with being very close to others, or just disgusted with him.

Shang Feiwu tightened the things in his arms, looked at the big boy in front of him a little overwhelmed, and suddenly felt that his calculating and sense of distance must have hurt this enthusiastic big boy.

She handed out the moon cakes embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, I just don't like this nickname, don't think about it, take some moon cakes......"

Gu Lang looked at some cheap shopping bags in her hand, and then at her delicate and cold cheeks, and his heart was a little touched.

"If you really feel sorry for me, have a meal with me in the evening, everyone has been busy with homework recently, and every time you eat, you ...... alone"

"Okay." After she finished speaking, she turned to leave, obviously agreeing, but acting as if she hadn't agreed.

In fact, she is also one of the people who are busy with homework.

Meals can be eaten at the time of eating, but now this time is not the time with his ink.

Gu Lang looked at her departing cold back, tilted his head and thought about it.

This girl seems to be the most serious and hardworking student he's seen in recent years, right?

I get up at dawn every day to go to the school's studio, and people who don't know think that there is real money in the studio.

Won't you get bored learning like this?

Moreover, Shang Wu is particularly calm and quiet among the restless young people like them, and at a glance, it seems that she can see the secrets hidden in her heart.

After all, how can a person who has studied in China for two or three years easily choose another school and start with a preparatory department?

Under the birch tree, the shadow of the tree fluttered, and her back suddenly became charming.

Domestic.

At half past eight in the morning, a man in sportswear had just finished his morning jog and entered the state of work.

In the most luxurious villa in City A, the Thorn Garden, there are some flowers on the off-white dining table, and silver-gray tableware is quietly placed on it.

The man with a cold and arrogant look didn't seem to have an appetite.

He took the morning newspaper and flipped through it with a blank face.

The special assistant stood aside and reminded carefully, "Mr. Lu, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't you have a day off?" ”

"Rest?" The man snorted softly from his nose, with some sarcasm.

Rest? Wherever you go, it's better to take a break than to look at the stock market in the office.

Lu Yiyou shook his head, picked up the knife and fork lightly without appetite, and slowly put it down, "Withdraw it." ”

The special assistant's face tightened, and he looked at Mr. Lu's leaner physique than before, this year, Mr. Lu's anorexia has become more and more serious, at first he was not interested in dinner, and now he is simply not interested in eating all day long.

He invited a French celebrity chef for three meals a day, but he only glanced at it, and every time he picked up chopsticks or knives and forks, he sighed and put them down, then shook his head and said to withdraw.

Lu Yiyou smelled the food and felt a little uncomfortable, so he simply picked up the morning newspaper and went to the garden.

The morning air is good, and the flowers in the garden are rare and delicate on this autumn day.

Looking out into the private garden through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors, Ying Ying was able to see a lean and cold figure.

Aunt Zhang sighed and took all the food on the beige table.

He also chatted with Uncle Xie, "This thorn garden, it's too big, you have to walk for half a day from the guest room to the young master's main hall, it feels like a palace, it's very deserted, and you don't feel comfortable living in it, it's still the original villa." ”

Uncle Xie shook his head at Mr. Lu's figure, his tone was full of helplessness, "That's it, don't say this in front of the young master, you don't want to see the young master turn cold because of these words." ”

Aunt Zhang nodded, as if she couldn't finish sighing, yes, these topics have now become sensitive topics in the young master's ears.

Uncle Xie's mobile phone rang, and he took his anxious eyes away from Mr. Lu and picked up the phone.

The tone on the other end was a little urgent, and he asked slightly, "The mid-level villa here must cooperate with the government to do some development and remediation, and after the construction starts, it may affect the road in front of the villa, and if it is needed later, it may also be demolished." ”

Uncle Xie's face darkened, and he hurriedly ran to the garden......