The two politely shook hands and quickly let go.

Ye Mian fell back into the chair, straightened the camel-colored cashmere blanket on his body, and heard the voice of a man chatting on the side:

"You're from Sioux City? Or a business trip to Sioux City? ”

Ye Mian turned his head sideways, his fingertips were tapping on the keyboard again, and she said, "I am originally from Sioux City, and now I live in the capital, this time I am going to Sioux City on a business trip." ”

As she spoke, he politely turned his head to look at her, nodding his head in response from time to time.

He said softly, "I'm also going to Sioux City on a business trip. ”

Ye Mian answered, politely letting him be busy first, and she continued to close her eyes and rest.

It seemed to be the first time in three months that she had spoken so much to a strange man, who seemed cold, but was actually quite easy-going.

She curled her lips in a happy mood and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Encountering turbulent airflow, Qiao Zhanbei put away the computer and rested on the back of the chair.

The man slowly turned his head sideways, and his gentle gaze fell on the demure and beautiful sleeping face of the next seat.

She was in a full state of mind, with an unpowdered face, delicate skin, rosy cheeks and a healthy glow. The figure is not as thin as it was three months ago, the flesh and bones are even, and the slenderness is combined.

Now she is carefree, physically and mentally healthy, and is doing well.

Qiao Zhanbei raised his lips with relief, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a small pebble, and it hurt.

Ye Mian woke up, the plane landed steadily at Sioux City Airport, she folded the blanket slowly and methodically, and returned it to the flight attendant.

Before getting off the plane, Mr. Qiao, who was sitting next to her, helped her take off her suitcase.

She said politely again, "Thank you." ”

The man replied softly: "It's a gesture." ”

The two got off the plane one after the other and walked towards the exit.

After passing the turnstile, Ye Mian turned around, looked at the man with a strong aura wearing sunglasses, a coat draped over his shoulders, and said generously: "Mr. Qiao, goodbye." ”

Qiao Zhanbei raised his lips: "Goodbye." ”

Ye Mian pulled the suitcase and, according to the signs, went to wait for the taxi.

She watched as the man was taken by a middle-aged man and escorted into a Maybach, seemingly a bigwig-level figure.

She quickly got into a taxi herself and went to her hotel.

The next day, she brought her work to the museum commonly known as the Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum.

In the exhibition hall of the museum, the lights are bright, and Zhang Daqian's ink-splashed landscape painting "Mountain Run After the Rain" has attracted the sighs of a group of Suzhou embroidery masters and experts.

They are all elderly people, mostly women, some pushing reading glasses, some holding magnifying glasses.

This painting is a banner with a blend of lapis lazuli green and ink, with empty mountains and lush forests.

At first glance, people think that this is Zhang Daqian's real work.

At a glance, I can see that this splashed ink freehand landscape painting is indeed embroidered with stitches and threads, and it embroiders the soul of splashed ink painting!

Feel free.

A master pushed his reading glasses and exclaimed: "Master Ye, I haven't seen you for a long time, your skills are becoming more and more perfect, amazing!" ”

"This blue, not blue, it's colorful blue, look at this level of rendering, sleep, you really use the line as ink!" Grandma Xu, who was a handful of years, held her skillful hands and said proudly.

Ye Mian knew before coming that this Grandma Xu was an old friend of her grandmother and a master of Suzhou embroidery.

She didn't let go of this amiable old woman, and kept letting her hold her hand, which felt very kind.

The director of the Suzhou Embroidery Association, La Yemian, stepped aside and asked her to stay in Suzhou City for a few more days to be a lecturer for their students and masters for a few days to impart experience.

Ye Mian thought that he would have nothing to do after returning to the capital, so he simply agreed to her request.

In the evening, before she and Mrs. Xu left the museum, a strange man wearing a long woolen coat, a shirt, a vest, and a tie came to meet her, with an elegant temperament.

The man wears a pair of glasses and is followed by a middle-aged woman.

"Grandma." The man called out to the old lady Xu with a smile, but his eyes fell on Ye Mian's face.

Grandmother......

He called Grandma Xu as grandma, presumably it was Grandma Xu's grandson, Gu Sasa said that she grew up together with the bamboo horse brother, Xu Mobai.

Xu Mobai asked the nanny who came with him to help his grandmother get into the car first, and he walked towards Ye Mian.

Ye Mian was about to dodge, Xu Mobai clasped her shoulders with both hands, hung his head, and said in a deep voice: "You girl, you really don't remember my brother?" Well? ”

There was a hint of resentment in the man's tone.

She looked at him with a look that was strange and defensive.

It's very melancholy.

They had been separated for ten years, and when they met again, they were still the same.

Now it's like that.

"I'm sorry, I forgot everything." Ye Mian's eyes dodged, he didn't know what to say, he could only apologize.

Xu Mobai smiled helplessly in his heart, let go of her shoulders, and the corners of his lips smiled, "If you can't remember, you can't remember, but I'm still your brother, let's go, please go to dinner." ”

Ye Mian hesitated, but still refused according to his temperament: "No, thank you, I want to go out alone." ”

Although Xu Mobai was sad in his heart, he could also understand her feelings now, he was an introverted and sensitive person, and he couldn't get warm up with strangers for a while.

He was a stranger to her now.

Xu Mobai took out the business card holder, took out one, grabbed her wrist, flipped her palm up, and slapped the business card towards her palm.

He said gently: "Don't force you, this is my business card, you can contact me at any time in Sioux City." ”

Ye Mian: "Thank you." ”

They went out of the museum together, and after Xu Mobai left, Ye Mian recorded his mobile phone number on the business card into his mobile phone.

She walked briskly, breathed in the cold winter wind, walked on the side of the road, and went to a famous old street nearby according to the navigation of her mobile phone.

The old street is a street and a famous scenic spot.

In the water town south of the Yangtze River, there are rows of old houses with blue tiles and white walls on both sides of the riverbank, and the turquoise lake is rippling with canopy boats and red lanterns.

On the riverbank, the wet bluestone pavement is full of tourists coming and going, and there are snack bars next to the road.

Smelling the fragrance of osmanthus lotus root porridge, the corners of Ye Mian's lips rose happily, she entered a store and ordered several snacks.

Osmanthus lotus root porridge, crab roe soup dumplings, plum blossom cakes, begonia cakes, she also tried stinky tofu, which was very fragrant.

After a comfortable stroll and a satisfying meal, she walked back to the hotel according to the navigation.

At night, the street scene is bustling and colorful.

In the dark night sky, it suddenly rained, the rain was neither heavy nor small, a drop penetrated into her scalp, Ye Mian blocked it with a bag above her head, and ran towards the bus stop sign in front of her to hide from the rain.

When she ran to the bus stop, the shoulders of her coat were already wet from the rain.

Gradually, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the platform couldn't parry, and the rain kept hitting her face.

The mobile phone software has been calling taxis and hitchhiking, and no driver has taken orders for a long time.

Her hotel is just three or four hundred meters diagonally opposite.

Ye Mianse shrunk her shoulders, her eyes were staring at the taxi through the rain and mist, and from time to time she stretched out her hand to stop the car, but no car was willing to stop for her.

She was in a hurry, and suddenly felt that the rain had stopped, and she looked up, and by the light of the street lamp, she found that there was an extra umbrella above her head.

A faint smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted in, and she turned her head to face a man's face, who was tall and had a strong aura.

The light was too dim, she carefully recognized it, and said unsurely: "Joe, Mr. Joe?" ”

Qiao Zhanbei raised the umbrella slightly to let the light in and let her see more clearly.

He is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with an overcoat draped over his shoulders, his eyes are drooping, a faint smile is on the corner of his mouth, and a pair of deep black eyes reflect the light of the street lamp, like a starlight full of fine fragments, which is very moving.

Ye Mian was sure that it was Mr. Qiao who met on the plane yesterday, and they actually met again.

She smiled and said, "It's really you." ”

The man lowered his eyes and looked at her, and his voice was gentle: "I just came out of that hotel after socializing, and I saw a girl hiding from the rain here, and I felt that the figure was familiar, but I didn't expect it to be you." ”

Ye Mian turned his face to look over, and there was a garden-style building not far away, with the words "Remembering Jiangnan" written on the door plaque, which was a hotel.

It's just a relationship, but I didn't expect him to remember her and come over to give her an umbrella.

It is like a warm current that slowly injects into my heart.

Ye Mian looked at him, full of gratitude, and was about to thank him, when he found that the umbrella was too far away from him, and all the water droplets on the edge of the umbrella fell on his shoulder.

She frowned slightly, and said with concern: "You yourself are drenched in the rain." ”

The man smiled lightly, "I'm fine." ”

Ye Mian didn't want to take a big step forward, and leaned close to him, so that neither of them could get drenched in the rain.

She stood sideways in front of him, her arms just a fist away from his chest, and she could feel the temperature on his body.

As he breathed, the warm breath fell on the side of her face, and she felt her cheeks unconsciously heat up, and her breathing became unsmooth.

It doesn't seem good to be so close to a man whose name I don't even know.

She quietly moved a step to the side.

The man's magnetic voice came from above the side, "Where are you going?" I'll let the driver drop you off. ”

Ye Mian swallowed his throat and said with a smile: "I live in Shangri-La diagonally opposite, I was originally for a walk, and it was raining while walking." ”

Qiao Zhanbei glanced at the road sign, "This road is a one-way road to the south, and the driver is not easy to deliver." ”

She suddenly realized and looked at him, "No wonder I called a taxi and a ride, and there has been no driver to take the order." ”

I saw that the corners of his thin lips were curled, his deep black eyes locked himself, and he said softly: "At this time, the rain is much lighter, I will take you back to the hotel on foot with an umbrella." ”

Ye Mian's heart warmed again, full of gratitude, and said sincerely: "This is too troublesome for you." ”

He seems to be worth a lot of money, maybe he is a business tycoon with all kinds of opportunities, why is she bothering him?

"Don't bother, just a few steps, let's go."

Seeing that he had already taken a step, she looked at his figure with a slight hesitation, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and soon followed the man's footsteps.

The rain-soaked road is flickering and bizarre.

The man held an umbrella and the woman snuggled up to him, and they walked along the road, strolling in the rain.

The rain is still falling, sometimes heavy and sometimes light.

At this moment, a taxi came on, speeding by, splashing, and the man grabbed her elbow and pulled her a little harder to the side of the road.

It is not safe to walk on the outside.

Very warm and thoughtful move.

Ye Mian raised her lips, she raised her head and quietly looked at the man beside her.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were staring ahead, his umbrella in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

The cold wind blew through and it was so cold that she couldn't help but crane her neck and her teeth shudder.

At this time, a warm feeling enveloped her, and she paused, only to see that she had an extra coat on her shoulders, heavy, dyed with a faint smell of tobacco and alcohol and a strong masculine atmosphere.

She slowly raised her face and met the handsome face of the man with a gentle smile.

He said: "The temperature has plummeted by 10 degrees tonight, you are wearing too little, and the clothes will be returned to me at the hotel." ”

Ye Mian was stunned, feeling warm and a little apprehensive, why is this man so good to her?

He had already turned around and continued to walk forward, Ye Mian quickly followed, and asked curiously, "Mr. Qiao, did we know each other before?" ”

Hearing her ask, Qiao Zhanbei's hand holding the handle of the umbrella secretly tightened.

He paused, locked his eyes on her, suppressed his excitement, and asked softly, "Why do you ask that?" ”

But my heart hung in my throat.

Listening to his tone, Ye Mian understood that they didn't know each other before. If he knew, he wouldn't have asked her last name on the plane yesterday.

"Three months ago, I had a fall and I don't remember anyone or anything. I thought you were someone I knew before, so you would take such good care of me. She told him the truth as she walked.

Qiao Zhanbei smiled sourly in his heart, he just thought she remembered him.

Still, he should be glad she didn't think of him.

What if, she recalls those memories of hating him, and irritates her?

He looked at her sideways, frowned, sympathetic, and surprised: "You have amnesia?" ”

Ye Mian nodded.

Qiao Zhanbei comforted her a few words, and said, "We didn't know each other before. ”

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the small square in front of the hotel.

Beside the fountain, the man looked at her with a gentle smile on his face, "Yesterday on the plane, it was purely a gesture, and I met you again tonight, I feel quite fateful, I already regard you as a friend, I just saw you cold, I am out of concern for my friend." ”

Treat her as a friend.

Ye Mian looked up at him.

The light of the fountain shone on his perfect face, and he looked at himself with a smile in his eyes, and asked in a nonchalistic tone, "How, will you make me a friend?" ”

She couldn't help nodding her head and said with a smile: "My name is Ye Mian, a Su embroiderer, what about you?" ”

She was willing to be his friend.

Qiao Zhan took out the business card holder from the inner pocket of his suit, squeezed it with both hands and handed it to her.

Ye Mian politely took it with both hands.