shallow affection

Jian Qingli left the "hifashion" magazine wearing a thick foundation.Before leaving, he said goodbye to a few intern editors he was familiar with, with a calm expression on his face, which made them feel embarrassed.

On the way back, Jiang Xun, the boss of Luo Yu Photography Studio, called him and asked straight to the point: "There is a job for a wedding photo shoot. The customer has taken a fancy to the photo shoot you took the year before last. Do you want to take it?"

"Where?"

"Lijiang, the most mature line we have made."

"It's so close." Jian Qingli muttered disappointedly.

Jiang Xun couldn't help laughing: "Then how far do you want to go?"

"The ends of the earth, where others can't find me."

Jiang Xun laughed a few times holding the field, and then asked: "How is it? The old rule, we draw 5.00%, and the rest is yours."

"Okay. When are we leaving?"

"As soon as possible, Lijiang is getting hotter and hotter, we can't delay, tentatively scheduled for the morning after tomorrow."

"understood."

"I'll ask the new intern to help you."

Jian Qingli didn't care about it. After agreeing, he suddenly thought of another person and said, "No need, I have an assistant."

Jiang Xun clicked his tongue unexpectedly, and didn't ask any further questions, but only asked him to send his ID number to the administrative staff of the studio earlier so that they could book tickets.

After returning home, Jian Qingli immediately proposed an invitation to Xia Ziying, asking him if he would like to be a photography assistant and go to Lijiang together.

As a result, Xia Ziying stared straight at her round eyes, and answered irrelevantly: "Brother Jian, why is your face swollen?"

At that moment, Jian Qingli was so irritable that he couldn't get any more irritable. With an expression of boredom, he pushed Xia Ziying away and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door loudly.

Xia Ziying stood terrified in the living room, like a goose, not understanding what he did wrong, and after two hours, Jian Qingli still did not show up, he was anxious, his heart became heavier, and he mustered up the courage to knock on the door. The door of the master bedroom, and apologized softly: "Brother Jian, I'm sorry, I am willing to go to Lijiang to help you."

Jian Qingli lay on her back on the bed with her arms under the back of her head, staring at the ceiling expressionlessly.

He couldn't perceive the passage of time, he only felt that the sun on his body was gradually becoming warmer from scalding, and the angle was becoming more and more inclined.Xia Ziying's voice recalled his soul, and Jian Qingli said, "I'm not angry with you."

His throat was hoarse and dry, and the words were almost whispered, and Xia Ziying outside the door didn't hear them at all.

"Are you sick?" Xia Ziying recalled that when she had gastroenteritis, Jian Qingli felt responsible for taking care of him, "I'm going to buy medicine for you if you feel uncomfortable."

"No, no." Jian Qingli touched her lips imperceptibly like a dying patient.

Xia Ziying didn't get a response, so she boldly grabbed the doorknob, pressed down lightly, pushed the door open a crack, and poked her head in.

Jian Qingli was still staring at the ceiling, unable to move.

Xia Ziying looked at Jian Qingli in a daze, surprised that he also had such a weak and decadent appearance. "What's the matter with you?" he asked sympathetically.

"I'm fine, I'm not angry with you, I'm just a little tired." Every time Jian Qingli said a few words, he stopped to rest for a while, his voice was ethereal, and his breath was like gossamer.

"Then... if you're tired, go to sleep."

"I know. You can eat dinner by yourself, don't call me."

Xia Ziying withdrew knowingly, her eyes were a little moist.He felt that Mr. Fang should accompany Jian Qingli at this time, but unfortunately he did not have Fang Mingzhan's contact information.

In the office building of Wenyue Group, Jiang Youyan walked into the CEO's office with a thick stack of documents, just in time to see her boss put the phone upside down on the mahogany table with a little disappointment.

"Mr. Fang, this is the bid from Lanhui and Zhihe. The prices are very competitive. Mr. Tan has read it and is inclined to the sum. Please make a decision."

"I see, thank you." Fang Mingzhan took the bidding materials.

Jiang Youyan hesitated for a while, and said vigorously, "Boss Fang, can I get off work a little earlier today? Because it's Children's Day, I want to go to the amusement park with my children."

She knew that although the young boss always had a straight face, he was clear about rewards and punishments, and he was also reasonable.Sure enough, Fang Mingzhan looked at the time and found that it was only four or ten minutes before leaving get off work, so he nodded and agreed to her request.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang." Jiang Youyan left the office, and when he closed the door, he saw Fang Mingzhan turn his attention to the phone again.

Jian Qingli was uncharacteristically quiet today and did not send any news.He is a person who loves festivals, and his ideas are wild. When he was in junior high school, he colluded with his classmates and tricked Fang Mingzhang into kidnapping him.Fang Mingzhan believed it was true, and searched everywhere anxiously, but Jian Qingli leisurely hid in a corner eating popsicles.After learning the truth, Fang Mingzhan was furious and almost beat him. Jian Qingli pretended to wipe away his tears, saying that today is April Fool's Day, so don't get so angry.

As an adult, Jian Qingli liked Children's Day more and more. Fang Mingzhan made fun of him, but he justified that I will always be a big child.

The older child may have forgotten the day today, and he hasn't asked him for a red envelope until now.

Fang Mingzhan read the two-page price list, picked up his phone, and sent Jian Qingli a WeChat message, "What are you doing?"

Before I knew it, the sky was getting dark, and when I looked out from the office building, I could see flashing neon lights everywhere.Fang Mingzhan wrote a few lines on the tender, picked up his coat and prepared to go home.

Before starting the car, he checked again, but Jian Qingli still didn't reply.Fang Mingzhan frowned, and was hesitating whether to make a call, when the phone suddenly vibrated.

"Mom," he was secretly surprised, "what's the matter?"

Yang Tong's tone was light: "Mingzhan, I'm back in Cangshi. I just cleaned up the old house. Sister Liang made dinner. Come and eat."

"What are you doing back in Cangshi?"

"What are you talking about, I can't come back yet? Stop talking, come here, the food will be cold later."

Fang Mingzhan sighed shortly, turned the car key, pushed and pulled the gear lever, his movements were a little impatient.The old house that Yang Tong was talking about was located in the old town of Cang City. It was an old villa. Before Fang Yulang passed away, his family of three lived there.

As the destination approached, the scenery outside the car window gradually overlapped with the memory. Fang Mingzhan occasionally looked at it from the corner of his eye, and there would be a hazy, fog-like sadness.

The car turned into the community and stopped in the courtyard at the southwest corner.Fang Mingzhan had just set foot on the marble steps when the door opened from the inside. Yang Tong pulled his arm affectionately and said with a smile, "I'm back."

Fang Mingzhan didn't adapt to her attitude, and his facial features, which were not good at expressing emotions, showed a dazed expression, but he didn't shake off the woman's hand, and let her hold her until he walked into the restaurant.

"Where's Aunt Liang?" Fang Mingzhan asked.

"Going back for something. I have already discussed with her. She will still help our house in the future and live in the nanny's room."

"What do you mean?" Fang Mingzhan became alert, "You are not going back to London?"

"It's convenient for me to stay in Cangshi to take care of you."

"I don't need you to take care of me."

Fang Mingzhan's tone of refusal was very blunt, and Yang Tong was not happy.She held the sharp corners of the shawl with both hands, gathered them in the middle, and tried her best to control her tone in a gentle and amiable way: "I just came back to see what's going on with you, Yiyi is such a good girl, you still pick and choose .”

"No matter how good she is, what's the use if I don't like her."

Fang Mingzhan wiped his hands with a hot towel, and glanced at the exquisite dishes on the table—all made by the nanny. Yang Tong never touched the spring water with his fingers, and it was rare for him to enter the kitchen once a year, but since she spent money, It was justified to please his son.

"You don't like her, okay, then tell me, who do you like?" Yang Tong raised his eyebrows aggressively.

A very familiar question.Did they make an appointment to ask him recently?Fang Mingzhan sat down at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, seemed to be hesitating which dish to taste first, his wrist stopped in mid-air, and said absently: "Mom, do you really want to know? I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it."

Yang Tong kept staring at him with that kind of stern, reproachful, yet kind eyes. She thought Fang Mingzhan would be flustered or ashamed, but she didn't expect him to say such words calmly.

"What do you mean?" Yang Tong lost his temper.

Fang Mingzhan asked back, "Why do you want to go back to China?"

Yang Tong moved her lips, and the nasolabial folds on her nose deepened. Her skin is well maintained, and she can't tell her age at ordinary times, but she is not a girl anymore. Every time she gets emotional, she will show signs of aging.

"You..." Her breathing gradually became heavy, she put her hand on the back of the chair, and pulled it hard, the stool leg rubbed against the floor tiles, making a sharp sound.

Fang Mingzhan sighed, and asked, "Are uncle and aunt's family all right?"

Yang Tong sat down at the head of the long dining table, his expression softened: "It's pretty good."

"Where's Le Yang?" Fang Mingzhan suddenly became alert, "Is he still in Australia?"

"Going back to London," Yang Tong observed Fang Mingzhan's expression changes, and added, "I heard that he got tanned a lot, I haven't had time to see him yet."

Fang Mingzhan nodded calmly, but the doubts in his heart increased rather than diminished.

After dinner, Yang Tong asked Fang Mingzhan to stay in the old house to rest, saying that his former bedroom had been cleaned by the housekeeping staff and replaced with new bedding.

There is nothing wrong with Fang Mingzhan, he doesn't have too high requirements for the living environment, and Yang Tong is moved by the scene, and he thinks living alone is desolate, so he has no choice but to stay with his mother.

Pushing open the door of the old bedroom, a smell of air freshener hits my face.Fang Mingzhan stopped in front of the shelf against the wall, and saw many items from his school days, among which was a deflated basketball, a gift given to him by Jian Qingli many years ago, which had become dilapidated after time.He held the basketball in his palm and shook it twice. The basketball was out of breath and stuck to his skin, refusing to jump.

Fang Mingzhan smiled and put down the basketball.At this moment, he felt his phone vibrate, took it out to look, and Jian Qingli replied two words, "I'm busy".

"Is the big kid celebrating today?" he asked.

After a while, Jian Qingli said, "No."

Fang Mingzhan frowned.A while ago, even if Jian Qingli had a heavy workload, she would not reply to his message so coldly, at least she had to add an expression.Today may be in a bad mood, and there is alienation and coldness between the lines.

He pondered for a long time, and finally dropped the phone, letting the conversation end.It's no fun to put a hot face on a cold ass. Four years ago, Jian Qingli called him a dog. Although Fang Mingzhan knew that he was angry, he always kept in mind not to let Jian Qingli get carried away.

He decided to come to the door in two days to see what kind of temper this troublesome brother was having.