Mrs. Wu guessed who he was at a glance.

Her father-in-law returned to China that year to visit an old friend, and when he returned, he praised his grandson for several months, saying that he was "like jade and pine like emerald".

Even if you praise him, you have to compare the number of outdated Bai Yanjun without a proper shape.

Mrs. Wu doted on her youngest son, so she was naturally unconvinced by this statement, and when she heard that this person was coming, she was waiting here with the intention of "I want to see".

Now, she does understand the literal meaning of the eight words "stones are like jade, and pines are like emeralds".

"You're Feiran, aren't you?" Mrs. Wu asked softly, graciously handing him her slender hand.

Xiang Feiran shook the tip of her palm: "Good evening, first meeting." ”

He had a voice like a golden stone and thoughtful courtesy, and Mrs. Wu's face suddenly bloomed, making excuses for his imminent tardiness: "I see that it is snowing outside again, and it must be very congested for you to come here." ”

"Biked." Xiang Fei said freely.

There was a second of froze on Mrs. Wu's face, "Cycling? Yes...... By the way, such a snowy day should be very quiet and beautiful to ride all the way from Central Park. ”

She stubbornly believed that he must have lived near Central Park on the Upper East Side, at least, not more than two blocks.

Xiang Feiran smiled slightly and didn't explain again.

"Alan just joined Columbia this year, and I remember the last time you saw him in China, he was only 12 years old." Mrs. Wu led him upstairs and introduced, "You are not much older than him?" I heard that you are studying for a PhD at Columbia University, and it is really fate. ”

Xiang Feiran replied: "Five years older." ”

Mrs. Wu did the math, and it turned out to be twenty-four, or twenty-three. She learned from her husband's words that Xiang Feiran might come to the company for a while during this year's winter break.

The Wu family has their own family trust, of course, they have not been in business for a long time, but they hold an investment company, and under the advice of Wall Street professionals, they are doing quite well. A few days ago, Xiang Jiajia called, explained the situation, and entrusted them to arrange an internship with Xiang Feiran.

The situation of the Xiang family is quite complicated, and there is only one thing that is certain - that is, the son adopted by Xiang Lianqiao before now has a huge career, which is completely worthy of the attention of the Wu family.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wu asked with a smile, "What are you studying at Columbia?" ”

If you need to enter an investment company for an internship, it must be either finance or some other business major.

"Botany."

Mrs. Wu smiled, but her eyebrows frowned: "...... What? ”

"Botany, Botany."

In Mrs. Wu's dull gaze, Xiang Feiran nodded: "Chiyoran in the front hall is good. Excuse me. ”

With that, he walked past her and knocked on the study door in front of him.

The elders of the Wu family and Xiang Feiran's grandfather Xiang Lianqiao met when they were young, and the two traveled together to the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

Because of this, Wu Land, the head of the Wu family, showed great joy and enthusiasm for Xiang Feiran's arrival.

After hearing that his Ph.D. was in botany, Woolland said with confidence: "With your professional background and academic ability, you will definitely be able to make a difference when you return to your father's company in the future." ”

Xiang Feiran hooked his lips and was noncommittal about his statement.

His father's company was in biology and medicine, which is why Woolland said that. But he didn't know that Xiang Feiran's research direction was the classification and evolution of plants, which was far from his professional background.

Not to mention...... The relationship between father and son is frozen, and he came to the banquet today purely for the sake of Xiang Lianqiao's request.

After chatting a few words, Xiang Lianqiao missed his old friends, and after declining the internship arranged by the Wu family, Xiang Feiran got up and said goodbye.

Woolland sent him out with a cigar, as if casually mentioning: "When I heard you talk about botany, I remembered that there are some books upstairs about this, and I don't know if you are interested." ”

The Wu family has a rich collection, and Woolland once photographed a Han Dynasty treasure that was lost overseas and donated it back to China, which caused a sensation. The attic on the top floor is specially built for the collection of calligraphy and paintings, and is a very proud part of the Wu Mansion.

Madame Wu accosted on the side: "It seems that there is a copy, it is Rousseau's ......" She smiled uncertainly, "Maybe I remembered wrong?" He should be a thinker. ”

To her surprise, the young man in front of her, who had been cold and detached, raised his eyes after this sentence.

He took the rare initiative to speak: "Rousseau wrote eleven letters to his cousin's daughter about botany, and when the collection was published, it was named 'Botanical Correspondence'. ”

Mrs. Wu suddenly realized: "I see, then, it must be very valuable for scientific research?" ”

"Nope."

“……”

"There is some humanistic and naturalistic value."

“……”

Xiang Feiran muttered for a few seconds: "I remember that the original letter of these letters should be in the hands of the descendants of Madame Dressel. ”

Madame de Récell, who was Rousseau's cousin, believed that Madame de Woo should be able to deduce this identity in context.

Mrs. Wu didn't figure out this layer, but this did not prevent her from slightly leaning up her already straight neck, and said with a smile: "Maybe these old papers are going around and around, and it just so happens that this life should be in this attic." ”

Xiang Feiran's lips were slightly raised, and a smile without emotion was fleeting.

"I'm guessing you can't talk to Alan, he's a kid who only knows how to drink and mess around." Woolland had already seen through his interest, and said in another way: "Why don't I take you to the attic and look through those letters written by Rousseau himself?" ”

Of course, the Chinese and French editions of this book have been turned over, and the analysis of plants and some scientific assertions in the letter now seem to have many omissions and assumptions. But it was Rousseau, after all, a gift he once gave to a little girl.

The stagnation of his footsteps was very subtle, and it only took a second for Xiang Feiran to give up the appearance fee for the second half of the night at the bar, and instead went upstairs with him.

·

The music on the fourth floor was noisy, and everything on the scene was impeccable, especially Wu Baiyan also invited a singer who has recently been in the limelight on Billboard to come to cheer up.

I don't know which one drank high, and pushed the window sash into a hole. The cold wind blew through the hall, blowing Shang Mingbao's long chestnut hair slightly from his shoulders and neck. After Wu Baiyan finished communicating with people, he glanced back at this glance, and his heart moved slightly.

Liao Yunuo on the side sneered: "Some people, take their eyes away." ”

Wu Baiyan came back to his senses and was noncommittal to Liao Yunuo's quip: "Don't talk nonsense. ”

"Yo, your mother is like that, and you're still pretending to be reserved in front of me?" Liao Yunuo wrapped his fingers around his hair: "Don't tell me you don't have a mind." ”

Shang Mingbao has a prominent family background, and few of the people present are on par with her, saying that they are playing in a circle, but in fact, they are all secretly proud of having an intersection with her. Of course, Wu Baiyan knew that his mother wanted to get married, and although he ridiculed a few words, he never explicitly refused.

Liao Yunuo thought for a while: "She's been in a bad mood lately, if you can coax her, you can count it as a little use." ”

Wu Baiyan raised an eyebrow: "Wait." ”

He snapped his fingers and asked the servant to fetch a shawl.

He walked a few steps very well, but when he came to him, he snatched the wine glass from Shang Mingbao's hand, and then threw the shawl casually on her shoulder: "Didn't you just have surgery on Mount Sinai, can you drink so much wine?" ”

Shang Mingbao was speechless for a while: "Stingy ghost, invite someone to play, and you can't even give up wine?" ”

Wu Baiyan saw that she was obviously a little drunk, very angry, and there was a moist rose red under her eyes, so she approached her a little closer: "I don't care about others, just you." How many drinks did you drink in the evening? ”

Shang Mingbao had already drunk four glasses of gin and tonic tonight, plus a small half-bottle of wine he drank at home in the afternoon, and a glass of champagne when he was in Liao Yunuo's car, and at this time he had reached the upper limit, and his eyes were slightly dilated.

She felt a little confused by Wu Baiyan's slightly ambiguous distance, and muttered back, "You don't care." ”

Wu Baiyan smiled: "I heard Liao Yunuo say that you are out of love." ”

"Nope."

"What a person?" He inquired as if he didn't have it, "Yu Nuo said that he is a foolish star. ”

Shang Mingbao forced himself to sober up a little: "There is nothing to do, don't spread it." ”

Although no one dared to make her PDF, she still didn't want to appear on the PDF under a pseudonym and be the protagonist of a funny and vulgar story.

"Oh." Wu Baiyan shrugged: "I can see that your merchants have relaxed your control, right?" ”

Shang Mingbao in Wu Baiyan's eyes grew up in distilled water. Because she has had heart disease since she was a child, her family takes great care of her. At the age of eighteen, she underwent surgery at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York, which ended the long illness and was finally able to study normally.

But although she has a wide range of friends and friends like Liao Yunuo who can play well, no one dares to treat her indifferently at all. Maybe other young ladies may be designed to cook raw rice, but Shang Mingbao won't, because everyone knows that the merchant is not something they can mess with.

The hall has been reduced to a dance floor, and the lights paint everything with gold and shadow.

Intuition that there was something wrong with the topic and atmosphere, Shang Mingbao looked around stiffly: "What about Liao Yunuo?" I'm going to settle accounts with her and let her tell you everything. ”

"In the next room."

"Huh?" Shang Mingbao did not doubt it, and mentioned the soft footsteps: "I'll go find her ......"

"She shouldn't welcome you to push the door in now." Wu Baiyan grabbed her by the hand, his eyes were meaningful.

Shang Mingbao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood.

Liao Yunuo's ...... This woman who is happy in time!

Wu Baiyan observed the blushing on her face, and said "tsk" cynically: "You are so innocent, why, your little fool didn't teach you something funny?" ”

Shang Mingbao was annoyed and angry, gritted his teeth and whispered: "I said, I have nothing to do with him, he is gay!" ”

Wu Baiyan chuckled, thinking to herself that what was wrong with gay, she still didn't understand men. In the face of ambition, this is just a matter of knocking two handfuls of medicine on his own, in the final analysis, it is the fool who has no guts.

But Wu Baiyan didn't continue the topic anymore, but gathered the shawl for her and asked, "Do you want to watch the fireworks?" In the rooftop, Yunuo specially prepared for you, she is now lacking in skills, so I can only reluctantly do it for her. ”

The attic of the Wu family is also decorated in a grand manner, with rows of American-style bookshelves that stand on top of the sky and are classical and luxurious, such as crystal chandeliers pouring down from the waterfall and wall lamps everywhere, intertwining gorgeous light.

Wu Baiyan took the person to the place, and suddenly played tricks: "I remember wrong, there will be an hour before the fireworks." ”

"You ......" Shang Mingbao was angry.

"Alright, don't be upset." Wu Baiyan coaxed lightly, "I didn't mean to. But I have a bottle of whiskey hidden here. ”

He looked into her eyes and whispered slowly: "I've drunk enough gin and tonic, shouldn't I drink a little grown-up?" ”

As if by magic, he pulled out a book of laws as thick as bricks from the bookshelf, and opened the hardcover title page, which revealed that it was indeed a bottle of wine.

Drunkenness climbed up the brain along the heating, making Shang Mingbao anxious and Shang Mingbao ignorant. She wasn't worried about what Wu Baiyan really did to her, but ...... Is he flirting with her?

Shang Mingbao didn't understand, Wu Baiyan had just turned eighteen years old, younger than her, but he did show the posture of a veteran in the love field. Why is he so sophisticated? What does he want to do?

No one noticed that there would be anyone else in this attic.

At the end of a row of bookshelves in the center, a gilded wall lamp embedded in the wall flows with a golden glow, illuminating both the wallpaper and the man under the lamp.

Xiang Feiran stood slightly against the window lattice behind him, his body relaxed, wearing a pair of black silk gloves for flipping through the collection, opening and unfolding the original letters of Rousseau.

Outside the window, the street lamps were bright, illuminating this corner of the attic and the light snow on the cream-white masonry of the eaves.

He was silent, so no one noticed his presence. When the boy said, "Shouldn't you drink a little grown-up?", he hooked his lips and smiled slightly.

Stories like this are not new at any rooftop party, and it's clearly not a good idea to speak up at this time. It's not hard to be quiet, the only thing that's hard is ...... He fumbled his trouser pocket, only to find that the headset was in the pocket of his jacket and was taken away by the concierge.

Well, I hope this loving couple can be less passionate, at least ...... Go downstairs and find a bed.

There was a "pop" sound, and Wu Baiyan pulled the cork. The strong and fragrant smell of wine suddenly filled the silent world filled with the stale smell of books.

Then, he slowly propped one hand on the bookshelf next to Shang Mingbao's ear, as if he had encircled her in his arms.

"You ......" Shang Mingbao's thin back was almost pasted into a piece of paper.

Her heart was beating like a drum, her eyes were wide, but her mind was spinning slowly. No one had taught her how to deal with the situation in front of her, especially when she was still drunk.

"Nervous?" Wu Baiyan snorted and covered Shang Mingbao's eyes with his hand.

"Close your eyes."

Shang Mingbao's heart tightened, and he reflexively closed his eyes tightly. Do you want to kick him? Wearing high heels, will the Wu family kick off their children and grandchildren?

Wu Baiyan didn't realize her inner thoughts, and deliberately lowered her voice very low: "Don't be so pure, let me teach you ......" He paused, and his breath almost rubbed Shang Mingbao's ear: "By the way, I always forgot to tell you, your English name is really good-

“babe。”

babe。

Xiang Feiran's hand was stunned, and he almost crumpled the precious letter in a stiff manner.

He finally raised his eyes and looked at the side of the bookshelf in a cold air.