Deep courtyard

Afterwards, the communication between the two went much smoother, and Pu Jiang was not polite, and put forward many revision requests for Huang Yuan's design. Just like his previous lectures, he took a piece of paper and listed them 123.

Pu Jiang spoke very carefully and patiently, discussing and confirming each point with Huang Yuan, and Huang Yuan also adjusted himself as soon as possible and quickly entered the working state.

Pu Jiang lowered his head to write and draw simple sketches on the paper as a sign. The steady black ink drew beautiful cursive script and clear lines on the paper, and his voice also played a big role. Self-confidence, with the power that seems to be able to solve everything, makes Huang Yuan involuntarily follow his thoughts.

Seeing that Pujiang wrote more and more, Huang Yuan changed the side halfway and added ink once, and gradually filled both sides of the A4 paper, and his expression gradually became ugly.

Some are dispensable small details, and some are major design mistakes due to his lack of understanding of the structure of the building itself. Huang Yuan's mood is very complicated, sometimes excited and sometimes heavy, sometimes cheerful and sometimes entangled.

"Okay, that's all." Pu Jiang put away his pen, and handed the last two pieces of paper to Huang Yuan.

Huang Yuan took the paper, but his eyes were fixed on the pen. It was an obviously old black pen. It should have been a shiny pen casing, but now it was full of deep or shallow scratches, especially on the seam of the pen cover. , there is a circle of traces, and it is not clear whether there is white adhesion or because the paint has fallen off.

"Lend it to you." Pu Jiang thought that Huang Yuan needed a pen to take notes, and handed him the pen as well.

But Huang Yuan seemed to touch a hot potato, and suddenly withdrew his hand: "No need! I'll just write it down on the computer."

After speaking, he lowered his head and compared the A4 paper with the designs in his laptop one by one. Pu Jiang raised the corners of his mouth and smiled nonchalantly, playing with the pen happily.

After more than ten minutes passed, Huang Yuan gradually integrated Pujiang's opinions into his design ideas, and after slowly summarizing, he finally found out his problem.

Pu Jiang did not put forward any opinions on the visual aspect of his design, but only proposed improvements to the functional aspects of the design, including trivial details, the structure of the overall moving line, and common-sense understanding of functionality.

Huang Yuan's face was earthy, and he spent two weeks referring to countless materials and cases, and the design he made had one of the most fatal flaws - it didn't start from the user's point of view at all.This is a courtyard landscape design for a residential home. All designs should follow the user's life and behavior habits. If the humanization of individuality is not fully considered, no matter how beautiful the visual design is, it is just a pure rendering, which cannot be used at all. The user accepts to construct according to the drawings.

When Pu Jiang met and communicated with them for the first time, although he wrote down all the functional requirements put forward by himself and reflected them in the design, he simply put his requirements in the corresponding position like a toy. It's just that he didn't consider the needs of his parents, the elderly, his professional needs and daily habits as a farmer and trader, and he didn't consider the fact that he may start a family at any time even though he is single... But these Pujiang help him Additions and improvements were made.

Huang Yuan feels ashamed, these should not be mistakes that a designer who has practiced in a "people-oriented" architectural firm for two years should make.

I only think that Pu Jiang is a wealthy man with unique taste, and I only want to give him a "beautiful" design as much as I can, but I forget that he is a pragmatic businessman, and even a natural person who needs a convenient and convenient life.

Pu Jiang said so much to himself and wrote so much, but he never said a word of "dissatisfaction" or "dislike". Before that, Huang Yuan almost classified him as the kind of difficult person who is looking for trouble and picking bones in eggs. entangled customers.

Rest assured, put away his self-righteous arrogance, Huang Yuan solemnly said to Pu Jiang: "Thank you Mr. Pu for your valuable advice, I will definitely improve our design as soon as possible."

But Pu Jiang sullenly said, "Well, you can change the design slowly, it's just my address, can you change it immediately?"

"..."

Whether it's "Brother Jiang" or "Teacher Xiao Jiang", Huang Yuan can't say it now.

Just as he was embarrassed, the phone rang in the briefcase in the hall outside, and Huang Yuan recognized that it was his cell phone.

"Sorry." Huang Yuan took the opportunity to get up to answer the phone.

"Uncle! Come here, come here! Granny! Don't! Uncle!!!" As soon as the call was connected, there was an incoherent shout from my niece Lei Lei, and the background sound was also chaotic.

"Leilei! Mom? What's the matter with you! Tell me!" Huang Yuan suddenly widened his eyes and shouted into the phone.

"Hospital! Grandpa's hospital! Uncle, come quickly! Grandma—"

The phone was cut off all of a sudden, Huang Yuan was stunned for a few seconds, and then unprecedented fear swept over his body, and he stood there with a pale face in bewilderment.

Pu Jiang Ningmei walked over, raised her hand and pressed on Huang Yuan's uncontrollably trembling shoulders, the force seemed to be able to smooth everything, penetrated his body, made him tremble, and finally came back to his senses Come on, raise your head, and look at Pujiang with difficulty.

"I..." Huang Yuan opened his mouth, and found that his voice was choked in his throat. It was the first time in the past two years that he wanted to seek help from others so strongly, but he couldn't say anything.

"Let's go." Pu Jiang grabbed his wrist, pulled him up and left.

Pu Jiang stuffed him into the "Electric Light Blue", bent down to help him fasten his seat belt, and then locked Huang Yuan's helpless eyes under his own powerful and resolute domain package with irresistible eyes, raised his hand and rubbed Huang Yuan's body. Yuan's hair: "I'll go with you, it'll be fine. Now, tell me the address."

The car sped out, and Huang Yuan forced himself to calm down in Pujiang's soothing and calm voice, and started calling his family, Lei Lei, his father's nurse, and his sister-in-law, but none of them could get through. There were several missed calls, Huang Yuan couldn't distinguish them, so he had to call them back one by one. As long as the calls had nothing to do with his family, even if it was a leading client, he would hang up without hesitation.

There was no useful information at all. In the end, Huang Yuan seemed to think of something, and shook his hands to call the staff of the place where the elder brother was being held to confirm the situation of the elder brother. Although the other party politely told him that the elder brother was fine, it still could not make him feel at ease. , He repeatedly confirmed on the phone that even the people he had paid for had lost patience, and said to him: "If you don't believe me, come and have a look tomorrow. Are you looking for something to do if you have nothing to do?"

The intense anxiety made him clenched his teeth, almost gnashing his own teeth.

Lei Lei asked him to go to his father's hospital, and kept calling "Grandma", so something must have happened to his father or mother... What to do, what to do, what to do! ?

An invisible big hand kept hammering his heart, choking his throat, making him almost suffocate, making him completely unable to call for help and struggle, Huang Yuan closed his eyes dejectedly, and said to himself: "Brother, I'm sorry .”

Suddenly, the body that had begun to disintegrate into pieces and dissipate slowly, without feeling any sensation, was pulled into a strong embrace, so that the bones of the whole body seemed to be crushed and broken, that kind of strength that seemed to drag him into hell The sensations in the whole body flooded back like a tide, and Huang Yuan re-perceived his body and consciousness, and a distant but familiar voice came from his ear:

"Xiaoyuan, we are here, you are not alone, I will always be by your side."

The slack eyes were refocused, and the focus was finally concentrated on the painted temples of a pair of old-fashioned glasses frames.

Huang Yuan turned his head to look at Pujiang anxiously, and murmured: "The twelfth floor..."

"Well, let's go."

Pujiang does not need to know the exact location, because the entire nursing home has been surrounded by crowds, police and fire engines. Everyone is looking up at the window on the twelfth floor. Pujiang knows the indifferent old lady sitting on the air conditioner. There is Huang Yuan's last hope in life.

When Huang Yuan jumped out of the car unsteadily and looked up, his eyes widened suddenly in fright, the eyeballs seemed to burst at any moment, and he shouted hoarsely with his lips trembling: "Mom!—"

The almost desperate voice pierced the sky and resounded throughout the small square in front of the courtyard, shocking everyone's hearts. People stopped discussing and moving, and looked towards Huang Yuan. Except for Mrs. Huang who was on the air conditioner on the [-]th floor, she was still there. Without knowing it, he raised his head and looked at the endless sky.

Before Huang Yuan's legs became weak and he was about to kneel on the ground at any time, Pu Jiang got down from the other side of the car and supported Huang Yuan's body in time.

Huang Yuan heard Pu Jiang whispering in his ear: "Let's go up!", Huang Yuan listened to his words and forced himself to step forward and rush to the cordon.

Pu Jiang explained the situation to the police in a simple and clear manner, firmly grasped Huang Yuan's wrist, and dragged him into the lobby to press the elevator button.Huang Yuan stared at the electronic screen of the elevator slowly jumping down from "12", wishing to dig out the number on it and directly replace it with "1". At that time, no one else used the elevator, only the elevator was the fastest.