In 2017.

Country M.

In the afternoon, a heavy rain soaked the soil, and the moist cool breeze swept the faint fragrance of jasmine over the window railing, Wen Ran shrugged his nose, and the carving tools in his hand accurately reproduced the lifelike white flowers in his mind.

Wen Ran is one of the close disciples of Bai Weiliang, the most famous Chinese jewelry craftsman in the world, and the other is Wen Ran's senior brother Zhai Chengjing.

Ten years ago, Wen Ran's grandfather was seriously ill, and Wen Ran's parents wanted to take her to their side, but they were defeated by her grandfather's deathbed wish, hoping to hand over this talented little granddaughter to his cherished friend Bai Weiliang to teach.

In this way, Wen Ran came to the strange country M.

"Knock knock—"

Due to the sudden knock on the door, Wen Ran was distracted, the tools in his hands sank, and in the next second, the white petals broke and fell on the workbench.

Wen Ran exhaled softly, she still couldn't be unaffected by external factors. She lowered her tools and moved her stiff wrists.

The door was pushed open.

It's Zhai Xinyi.

Zhai Xinyi is Zhai Chengjing's younger sister and Wen Ran's only friend.

Zhai Xinyi wore a flesh-pink gauze skirt today, which looked fairy-like, but it was difficult to hide her frizzy nature.

She stepped on high heels and took big steps: "Ranran, why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" The dinner has been going on for a while. ”

Wen Ran raised his eyes to look out the window, the sky was already dark at some point, and a bright moon hung high in the upper right corner.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the petals on the table as thin as cicada wings, meaning something: "I have been carving for three hours, and now I am ...... because of you."

Zhai Xinyi immediately surrendered when she saw her aggrieved appearance, and folded her hands together to apologize: "It's my fault this time, I'm bothering you, you can go up the knife mountain or the sea of fire if you want me." ”

As she spoke, she pulled Wen Ran up from the work chair: "But now, hurry up and change your clothes, and then accompany me downstairs to the dinner." ”

Wen Ran was pushed to the room, half-turned his head and asked, "Why do you have to go?" ”

"You go down with me first." Zhai Xinyi was reluctant to say.

Wen Ran returned to the room and opened the wardrobe.

She opted for a creamy white satin dress that reached mid-calf, pressed pleats at the waist, accordion pleats on the chest, and a single bow strap.

This skirt was given by Wen Ran's mother on her birthday this year.

Zhai Xinyi sat on the bed, made a 'tsk' sound in his mouth, and praised it: "You just said that you look the best in white, right?" ”

Wen Ran's ears were almost calloused when she heard this, she didn't say anything, opened the jewelry box, took out the pearl stud earrings and put them on.

These earrings were given by her father.

Zhai Xinyi walked over and looked at Wen Ran's little face from the mirror.

Wen Ran has a long goose egg face, with smooth facial lines, but there is collagen, classical charm, and a hint of childishness.

Her eyes are not large, her double eyelids are not very obvious, her eyes are round, the corners of her eyes are slightly drooping, and she looks listless many times, but she feels pure, weak and lazy.

Her nose line is soft and a little cold, but because of her slightly rounded mouth, her shyness overshadows the coldness.

She is not a stunning appearance at first glance, and even a glance will feel a little dull.

But it is undeniable that she has a classical, soft, graceful, and quiet bookish atmosphere, which attracts men's desires more than her glamorous and perverse appearance.

Zhai Xinyi pursed the corners of her lips, and her tone was a little disappointed: "My good sister, when will you be able to fall in love?" ”

Wen Ran's hand on the earrings paused: "Why are you talking about this topic again?" ”

"It's a pity not to fall in love." Zhai Xinyi picked up a comb and groomed Wen Ran's hair, "If I were a man, I would fall in love with you, and I would like to be fascinated by you." ”

Wen Ran: "......"

Zhai Xinyi bent down and put his head on Wen Ran's shoulder: "Ranran, do you know?" I believe everything you say with this face. ”

Wen Ran lowered her eyelids and patted Zhai Xinyi's forehead unceremoniously: "You should be serious!" ”

Zhai Xinyi laughed twice, and saw Wen Ran buckle the jewelry box: "Do you only wear earrings and no other jewelry?" ”

Wen Ran: "Don't wear it, I just want to be invisible." ”

Zhai Xinyi pulled Wen Ran out: "Invisible man, hurry up." ”

The banquet has already begun.

Wen Ran and Zhai Xinyi stood at the corner of the stairs, and the crystal lamps on the high place reflected colorful lights.

Wen Ran's gaze swept over the living room, politely pushed the glass and raised the lamp, and quickly found the center.

Bai Weiliang sits on a mahogany chair, wearing a traditional Chinese gown, and on his chest is an eye-catching natural ice jade Guanyin, with a green jade cabochon diamond pendant.

He has smiling eyes and a gray beard, which makes him look kind-tempered.

There was a circle of people around him.

Those who could sit close to him were all older, high-status jewelry businessmen or famous jewelry designers, and most of the people who did not have seats were young people, standing on both sides with the posture of juniors, toasting with them from time to time.

Wen Ran swept around the ornaments worn by those people, all of them were indeed valuable, but they were not surprising.

A man in his fifties next to Bai Weiliang beckoned, and a young woman immediately stepped forward.

The man introduced to Bai Weiliang: "Mr. Bai, this is the bronze award winner of this year's BrightPearl, Wu Yunshan, is a very talented overseas Chinese girl. ”

BrightPearl is an international jewelry design competition with a very high gold content in the industry.

Wu Yunshan half-squatted: "Hello Mr. Bai, it's my honor to meet you." ”

Bai Weiliang raised his hand slightly to help Wu Yunshan, with a kind face: "I have seen your design and have a lot of ideas." ”

The man struck while the iron was hot: "Yunshan has always admired you very much, and I hope to learn more from you." ”

Bai Weiliang waved his hand and politely refused: "I'm 60 years old, half of my body is in the ground, my two apprentices make me feel bad every day, I still want to live a few more years, I really have no heart." ”

The man said: "Mr. Bai said with a smile, you see how tough your body is, besides, Mr. Zhai is the most potential rookie in the industry." ”

The people around him responded in part, talking about Zhai Chengjing's dazzling achievements in the past two years, but no one mentioned Wen Ran.

Everyone knows that Bai Weiliang has two closed disciples.

Zhai Chengjing, 24 years old this year, has won a number of jewelry competitions in the past two years, and has become well-known in the industry.

The other one was only heard to be a Chinese girl, named Cynthia.

It is rumored that Cynthia is a genius girl, and Bai Weiliang wants to launch her work at the most appropriate and mature time; There are also rumors that Cynthia has limited talent, and Bai Weiliang is unwilling to let her come out and be embarrassed, so he has been hiding it.

Regarding everyone's praise of Zhai Chengjing, Bai Weiliang wiped his beard: "Cheng Jing is really good, but I still have a little apprentice who is not angry." ”

Hearing this, Zhai Xinyi lowered her head and smiled, leaned her elbow on Wen Ran, and teased her: "Did you hear it, you are not angry!" I think Grandpa Bai is your biggest black fan! ”

Wen Ran half-pulled her eyelids and sighed softly.

Seeing that she was listless, Zhai Xinyi immediately changed his tone and comforted: "Grandpa Bai just shirked that Wu Yunshan and didn't want to accept her, so he said that about you." ”

Wen Ran raised his eyes and saw Zhai Xinyi giving a thumbs up with both hands: "Ran Ran, you are a genius!" ”

Wen Ran was amused by her.

Zhai Xinyi smiled when he saw Wen Ran, and grabbed her arm: "Look at that Wu Yunshan." ”

Wen Ran looked over, and she was still standing next to Bai Weiliang, looking respectful.

Wen Ran: "What's wrong with her?" ”

Zhai Xinyi: "Do you think she is beautiful, or am I beautiful?" ”

“......”

"Ranran, answer me quickly."

Wen Ran didn't look at Wu Yunshan carefully at all, and replied firmly: "Naturally, it's you." ”

Zhai Xinyi asked again: "Look at the necklace around her neck, what do you think?" ”

Wen Ran walked downstairs, admired it from all angles, and said, "I think this design is too stacked, anyway, I don't like it very much." ”

Zhai Xinyi smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, she is nothing more than that." ”

The corners of Wen Ran's mouth twitched: "You asked me to come down, just ask this." ”

Zhai Xinyi smiled brightly: "Yes." ”

Wen Ran was speechless.

Wen Ran: "You can play, I'll go to the studio and practice for a while." ”

Zhai Xinyi grabbed her: "Don't! You're bored in the studio all day, and you're going to be wasted. ”

“......”

"My brother will come later, saying that he is looking for you for something, you wait."

Wen Ran raised his eyes and swept the hall, frowning slightly: "It's too noisy here, why don't I go to the garden, and you will call me when my senior brother arrives?" ”

Her tone is soft, matching her face, like a coquette.

Zhai Xinyi couldn't refuse, and responded with a "good".

During the day, Wen Ran was drawing in the pavilion in the center of the garden, only to find a pencil when he returned to the studio.

That set of tools was sent by Wen Ran's mother, and she wants to look for it now.

The garden is not too big and is full of jasmine.

The stone steps and paths have not yet dried, and the bright moonlight prints on them, and it feels very slippery.

Wen Ran lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, and approached the pavilion step by step along the winding stone steps.

She turned a corner, paused, and looked up to see a man sitting in the pavilion.

A man was sitting across from her, a cigarette in his mouth.

He had a small spark in his hand, raised his hand close to the cigarette butt, tilted his head slightly, frowned slightly and inhaled, and the cigarette was only lit.

Then, he shook the match from his hand, and the spark went out, leaving only a wisp of green smoke, which slowly dissipated.

Matches, lighting cigarettes?

Wen Ran thought he might need a lighter.

Wen Ran approached, his eyes were bright, and he looked at the man in the pavilion without concealing it at all.

The man also heard the footsteps, looked up at her, and calmly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Wen Ran walked to the pavilion and smelled a strong smell of cedar.

She felt as if she had entered a silent and cold forest, with a wooden door in front of her, and behind the wooden door was a greenhouse with a fireplace.

But when she bumped into the man's sight, she instantly felt that the fireplace in the greenhouse behind the wooden door had no fire.

He looked arrogant and cold.

Wen Ran retracted his gaze and walked into the pavilion, and said politely: "Hello, I'm looking for something, I hope it didn't disturb you." ”

The man didn't look like he was of pure Asian descent, and I didn't know if he could understand Chinese.

But Wen Ran didn't care, and directly squatted down with the hem of her skirt to look for something.

Yan Wangshu held the cigarette between his fingers, gently rested it on the other side of the table, and looked at her sideways.

The little girl wore a white dress, her hair slid down to the sides of her shoulders, and the skin on the back of her neck was very white.

The back of the neck line is even more beautiful.

Wen Ran raised his head and met the burning gaze of the man from top to bottom.

Wen Ran was stared at so directly, and was stunned for two seconds before speaking: "Please sit on the other side, my things may have fallen here." ”

The man didn't look away, his wrist rested on the table, and his index finger tapped lightly on the cigarette, and the ash fell on the fine cardboard box.

When he did this, the dorsal bone of his hand was slightly protruding, which was a little beautiful.

The breeze passed through the pavilion, Wen Ran came back to his senses, his lips opened slightly, and he just wanted to say it again in English.

Suddenly, the man stood up, walked to the other side and sat down, his slender fingers holding the cigarette, and casually made a gesture of "please".

Wen Ran said "thank you", lowered his head and looked around again.

Didn't find it.

She looked up with some disappointment, and happened to see a black diamond brooch on the man's chest.

Wen Ran moved his gaze upward, looked at the man for two seconds, and slowly stood up and sat down close to him.

On the tip of the nose, there is a faint smell of cedar mixed with a hint of tobacco.

It doesn't smell bad.

Wen Ran looked at him directly: "Do you need a lighter?" ”

The man withdrew his gaze, the contours of his side face were hard, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No need." ”

"Or do you need something else? I can help you. ”

Yan Wangshu narrowed his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth expanded, but he looked more indifferent than just now: "No need, thank you." ”

Wen Ran came closer and accosted, "Are you tonight's guest?" ”

Yan Wangshu looked at the girl he was talking to, frowned slightly, he took a puff of cigarette, the smoke ring he spit out had not yet dissipated, and the cigarette in his hand had only been extinguished on the matchbox.

Wen Ran saw that he looked at him and didn't speak, so he asked again, "Why are you here?" ”

Yan Wangshu tilted his head and looked out of the court: "I heard that Mr. Bai raised a garden of jasmine flowers, and he came to get his eyes on it." ”

Looking at jasmine?

Wen Ran turned his head to look at the flower garden.

Love jasmine?

That's easy to do.

Wen Ran walked out of the pavilion and stepped into the mud of the flower bed with high heels.

At night, the flower bed was black, and she stood by the stone trough wall lamp, her white dress dyed blue by the refraction.

The little girl bent down and broke two jasmine plants, turned to look at him, and smiled a little nicely on her little face without powder.

A poem flashed through Yan Wangshu's mind.

——Ring wearing Tsing Yi, Yingying Sujing, the wind is infinitely quiet. Out of the dust standard, and the moon is the most gentle.

Wen Ran walked over to the man and sat down, placing the flower in front of him.

Yan Wangshu looked at the two jasmine flowers with water droplets on the table, and only raised his eyes to look at her after a few seconds: "Don't you know that Mr. Bai feels the most sorry for this flower?" ”

"Yes." How could she not know.

"Then you still fold?"

"I'm fine, as long as you like."