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On the third day of the Lunar New Year, an unexpected visitor came to Leng Feng's studio, Shao Qihua, a well-known art curator in China.

Leng Feng remembered that he had clearly and unequivocally expressed to the other party, "I have already retired, and now I have no idea about art, no new works, and absolutely no possibility of cooperation." I don't know this What was wrong with Shao Qihua, he managed to inquire about the location of Lengfeng's studio in private, and he just walked in the door.

Leng Feng was about to go to Biedong's place to help him manage the inn as usual, when he was blocked at the gate of his own house, Shao Qihua held up the hand that was about to knock on the door, with a smile on his face: "Oh, it's not a coincidence, I was ready to visit the thatched cottage three times, but I didn't expect to be so lucky to meet you as soon as I came here."

The two are actually not strangers. In the past, when Leng Feng was still a favorite, the probability of the two meeting was as high as 90% in large and small artistic occasions. It's just that Shao Qihua has long sleeves and is good at dancing. He said compliments, but he didn't actually send out a curatorial invitation, and Leng Feng didn't think much about it back then. It was after Shao Qihua contacted him suddenly this time, and he recalled the intersection of the two, that he suddenly realized that this person was not at all. Never looked at myself.

Then there's no need to say anything else, Leng Feng doesn't understand why he made such a "visit"?

But he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling face, and Shao Qihua came all the way. Although Leng Feng felt that it was a waste of time, it made no sense for him not to treat him well, so he sent a message to Bie Dong, saying that something was delayed and that he would be later. Come here and let Shao Qihua into the house.

Shao Qihua was several years older than Leng Feng, and Leng Feng called him "Brother Shao" like the people in the circle, and said frankly, "I'm afraid your trip will be in vain."

He didn't even ask Shao Qihua what he came here for, and he didn't care what he was doing, Leng Feng thought, it had nothing to do with him.

Shao Qihua smiled, but he wasn't annoyed at all. He had been an art manager and curator for too long, and he had to deal with all kinds of people, such as artists with weird temperaments, collectors with bright eyes, auction houses that value pennies and pennies, officials, businessmen and artists, what? Only when people can handle it can they survive in this profession, and Shao Qihua is undoubtedly the best among them.

For an indifferent person like Leng Feng, Shao Qihua didn't care at all, he smiled lightly and politely, and spoke very mellowly: "Where, Lijin Town is so beautiful, a paradise, I haven't been here for several years, it's rare to come here for a rest How could you go on vacation in vain?"

Leng Feng saw this man playing charades, so he also smiled, made tea and greeted him, and said lazily: "Oh, it's good to travel, why don't you find a local buddy to be your tour guide?"

I thought that if you go around in circles, then everyone will be done.

But Shao Qihua waved his hand: "No rush." ​​After drinking tea, he looked at Leng Feng's studio to himself, and then sighed: "Ah Feng, you have chosen a good place. You can do art in the city, do business in the city." It’s all about interpersonal relationships and resources, and only in this kind of place can you really calm down if you don’t hear what’s going on outside the window.”

Leng Feng had a cigarette in his mouth, squinted at Shao Qihua for a while, then raised his eyes and jaw and circled half a circle, sweeping his empty studio, too lazy to play riddles with him, it's not his style, so he was not polite at all Said: "Brother Shao, don't talk nonsense, where did you see that I am doing art here?"

At first glance, it was empty, and there was nothing related to "art". The most conspicuous thing was a huge boxing sandbag hanging in the corner, but Shao Qihua still smiled and said, "This is a studio, am I right? It's an art studio even if there's nothing there."

He was talking to the point, but Leng Feng understood very well that what he meant was, if you keep saying that you are quitting the circle and not making works, then why do you still need a studio?This place occupies a lot of land, and it costs a lot of money to come. If you really quit the circle, why do you support such a studio?

Leng Feng didn't want to argue with him. To put it bluntly, there is no need to explain to others whether to retreat or not. After waiting for Shao Qihua to drink a cup of tea, he got up and gathered his clothes, and said, "Since Brother Shao likes the scenery of Lijin, the weather is fine. , you can go around, I still have something to do, so I won’t accompany Brother Shao.”

This is the eviction order.

Shao Qihua nodded, but he couldn't get up, and he didn't go around in circles when he spoke again, and said: "Your father misses you very much. He has read it many times. I happened to be in Kunming during the Spring Festival, so I kept mentioning it to him to see it for him. look at you."

Sure enough, after holding back for two years, the old man finally sent his eyes and ears, but he didn't expect it to be Shao Qihua who had never met before.

Leng Feng sarcastically said, "Then you can go back and do business. People have seen it, and they are all beards and tails, and they are unscathed."

Shao Qihua looked at him seriously, and nodded in agreement: "It's true, your spirit is better than before, I think you have changed."

He also said: "Arrogance is also stronger than before, with edges and corners, which is a good thing for artists."

Leng Feng was noncommittal, saying anything to this person was like punching cotton, it was boring, he made a gesture to go out, but Shao Qihua still didn't move away, and asked chattingly: "When are you going to go back and have a look?"

"Go back? What are you looking at? Seeing my father?" Leng Feng said angrily, "I don't want Brother Shao to worry about my private affairs, right?"

Shao Qihua is very good at talking: "Let's not talk about personal matters, let's talk about business matters. Since we have a studio, can Brother Shao take a look at your current works, maybe there is a chance to cooperate?"

Leng Feng smiled: "Brother Shao really thinks highly of me. You are such a big-name curator, why waste your time going around with me like an [-]th-tier fool." He restrained his expression: "I don't have any works, please invite , I'm in a hurry."

He made a gesture, and Shao Qihua got up, and the two walked out together. Shao Qihua saw that he didn't look like a fake, but that he seemed to be serious, and asked again: "What are you busy with now?"

Leng Feng said without thinking: "Working, earning money, don't you spend money on eating and drinking? You don't know, I may not be able to do art with my hands, but as a carpenter, someone will come to me. Someone is waiting for me to open the closet today."

Shao Qihua was stunned, he didn't expect Leng Feng to go this way at all, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and didn't react, the two went out the gate, Leng Feng went straight into the car, he didn't care where Shao Qihua was going, whether he wanted to take it along with him or not. On the last ride, he just waved his hand and drove away.

Shao Qihua opened his mouth behind the car, but he didn't have time to say anything.

This day, Leng Feng didn't mention the curator's visit to anyone, and he was quite busy. A group of guests checked out at the Biedong Inn today, and a group of new guests came. Leng Feng was busy seeing off guests, picking up guests, driving It took a long time to travel to the train station and bus station, and the farthest guest was sent to the airport in Gyeongwonju. It was not until the two of them settled the last new guest in the evening that they could barely call it a day. They didn't get together until after nine o'clock. Go to Si Fang for dinner.

The mobile phone was quite quiet that day. Leng Feng looked at Shao Qihua's WeChat interface. There was no new news. It was good. He thought, someone who didn't fit in with the world suddenly came over and said that he wanted to cooperate for no reason. How could he sound like his father? A trap laid behind the back.

Several people talked about Jiang Yuan's current situation. He has been home for a few days now, and only occasionally replied one or two messages about Biedong, saying that everything is fine, don't worry, but the salary and commission were transferred to him on time. , By the way, a year-end bonus gift package was also issued, with a small amount of 2 yuan.

Leng Feng said that Jiang Yuan's father had undergone the operation a few years ago, and it went well, and he was expected to be discharged from the hospital in half a month. Don't ask if Brother Yuan will be back soon?

Leng Feng hesitated for a while, he knew something else, but he couldn't say it, in fact he didn't know it very well, but Jiang Yuan sent him a message in the middle of the night, saying, Ah Feng, do you have the kind of thing that you don't know until you die? Can't forgive your regrets?

Leng Feng didn't understand what the words meant, he only took it literally, and replied that he didn't.

Jiang Yuan said, but I have.

At this moment, Leng Feng came to his senses, and he could vaguely guess what he was talking about, but it had been so long with Zheng Yu, he didn't know why Jiang Yuan mentioned him?

Jiang Yuan said again, I have to make up for this regret.

Leng Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he dialed a phone immediately, Jiang Yuan answered, Leng Feng asked him what he meant, but Jiang Yuan said in a calm tone, "It's nothing interesting, I just think that in the whole life, you are better for yourself than for anyone else. Only for myself, there will be no regrets, just a feeling, I don’t think about it.”

Leng Feng opened his mouth and scolded: "You're just talking nonsense, don't get confused again, don't try to find him out of fantasy."

Jiang Yuan just smiled and said "No, don't worry", Leng Feng didn't believe it at all, but he knew that Jiang Yuan would no longer tell the truth.

Jiang Yuan changed the subject, and the two chatted about other things, Jiang Yuan asked how the inn was, Leng Feng said: "You are a shopkeeper, you leave Xiaodong here alone, you will almost kill him."

Jiang Yuan smiled a little ashamedly, and said: "I'm not a good boss, otherwise, the cost will be deducted this month, and all the profits earned will go to Xiaodong, and he said that you are so free, just take care of him more. "

Leng Feng snorted coldly, thinking that he would take care of Bie Dong without you reminding him, don't act like he is really yours.

After hanging up the phone, Leng Feng always felt that Jiang Yuan was holding back some big tricks. This person likes to bluff when he is free, but he refuses to talk about it if something really happens. The only bottom line is that Jiang Yuan doesn't even know that Zheng Shu is there. Well, even if you want to, you can't do anything too outrageous.

He couldn't tell Si Fang and Bie Dong about these things that weren't very clear, it was just worrying, but he guessed that Jiang Yuan would not come back so soon, so he said to Bie Dong: "I guess he has to stay at home for a while, so After being away for a long time, it’s hard to go back, and the old father is still sick, so I have to be filial.”

That's right, Bie Dong nodded and said, "I'll take care of the inn anyway, so you don't have to worry about Brother Yuan."

Leng Feng only went back to his home late at night, and the next day he was about to go out at the same time, and when he opened the door, there was a smiling Shao Qihua standing outside again, Leng Feng froze and frowned, he really didn't understand, could it be What else did you say yesterday?What is he doing?

Shao Qihua rubbed his chin and said, "Ah Feng, after you said yesterday that you were a carpenter, I went back and thought about it. It happened that my house in Kunming lacked a bed. How about asking you to make one?"

Leng Feng: ………Fuck, what is this guy doing?

The author says:

This week, [-], finish work.

See you on Thursday guys!