very close to the clouds

Shen Yanbai applied for a Weibo account for Jiang Zhongyu and asked him what his name would be.

Jiang Zhongyu was quite casual: "Anything is fine, you can take it."

"Think about it," Shen Yanbai said, "This choice can be your stage name."

Jiang Zhongyu was quite happy: "Stage name? I can do it, you can take whatever you want."

Shen Yanbai had no inspiration, lay on the sofa and thought for a long time, and finally decided on an English one—Cloud.Even with Jiang Zhongyu's profile picture, he changed it to the cloud that he took in Hoh Xil before.

He packaged his account number and password and sent it to Jiang Zhongyu. Jiang Zhongyu was cooking lunch and had no time to respond, so he didn't know that he had already posted his first Weibo as a manager, and he reposted it with his tuba Weibo.Ms. Liu's phone rang soon after.

"The phone is ringing."

Shen Yanbai didn't answer for a while, so Jiang Zhongyu poked his head out of the kitchen: "No?"

Shen Yanbai curled his lips, and pressed to connect.

Ms. Liu's voice sounded irritable: "What's the situation with you, Shen Yanbai? You're getting more and more courageous. You want me to take back your Weibo account, don't you?" The accounts are all managed by the assistant, and he doesn't even know the account password.

"Are you afraid that others will not know that you are in love?"

"So what if you know," Shen Yanbai said, "Anyway, they even know about my being adopted."

Ms. Liu was so angry that she couldn't speak for a while: "It's just this time, don't make another example."

"En." Shen Yanbai responded casually, and hung up the phone.

At this time, Jiang Zhongyu realized that the conversation between the two had something to do with him, so he asked, "Did you post me on Weibo?"

"It doesn't count," Shen Yanbai said, "I just promoted it for you and took an order."

Jiang Zhongyu had a headache: "Take the order?"

"That's right." Shen Yanbai opened the private message section of Jiang Zhongyu's Weibo, swipe it under Jiang Zhongyu's nose for a while, and said, "You have a lot of orders now, maybe you need to spend more time."

Jiang Zhongyu's mind is full of cola chicken wings that are about to get mushy now, so he didn't care so much, he just said: "First fill your stomach before we talk."

While having lunch, Jiang Zhongyu browsed through the paintings he was looking for, and unexpectedly found that there were quite a few of them.Shen Yanbai, as the agent, expressed that he should focus on the essence, so let him choose a few paintings that he is interested in.

Not to mention that Jiang Zhongyu really took a fancy to a few photos, and felt that the paintings should be very good.

Those people's quotations are also surprisingly high, in short, they are higher than the prices of the work he is doing in Hoh Xil.

Although he didn't have any particular idea about getting rich, it's always good to earn a little more, so Jiang Zhongyu didn't really resist it.

After lunch, Shen Yanbai enthusiastically helped him set up the easel and stool, and even cleaned the brushes and pen holders. He was obviously very interested in his painting: "You paint first, I watch you draw."

"Like watching it so much?" Jiang Zhongyu touched his face and asked, "Why?"

"I just like it." Shen Yanbai said, "There is no reason."

"Then throw away the garbage." Jiang Zhongyu said, "You have been sitting at home for a few days without moving, without any exercise. Go down and throw out the garbage."

"Did you do it on purpose?" Shen Yanbai kicked his calf and said, "Are you waiting here together to order me?"

Jiang Zhongyu sat down with a smile and picked up the brush.Shen Yanbai stopped him on an errand and took up his time, so he was too embarrassed to direct Jiang Zhongyu down to throw out the garbage, so he resigned himself to carrying a few large bags of garbage and went downstairs.

Jiang Zhongyu picked a sea view, put the mobile phone in front of it with a stand, and started to shape it.

It turned out that it had been a while since Xinger had finished playing, and Shen Yanbai hadn't come back yet.

He put down his paintbrush and called Shen Yanbai, but the ringtone rang in the living room. Shen Yanbai didn't bring his mobile phone.

Suddenly panicked in his heart, Jiang Zhongyu frowned, fearing that Shen Yanbai would meet a paparazzi or an illegitimate fan, so he didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he changed his shoes and went out.

The high-end community was quiet, and there was no one downstairs. Jiang Zhongyu came out of the unit door and saw Shen Yanbai standing next to the garbage dump. Fortunately, he was standing upright, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to call out when he saw him The middle-aged man on the opposite side raised his hand to hit Shen Yanbai.

Jiang Zhongyu's temples jumped, and he rushed over without thinking too much.

Shen Yanbai was not such an easy person to bully, the man's slap failed to land on his face, so he stepped back and avoided it.

Jiang Zhongyu stopped Shen Yanbai behind him, and said with a sullen expression, "Who are you?"

Shen Yanbai didn't expect Jiang Zhongyu to come down suddenly, and was taken aback for a moment: "Why did you come down?"

"Yo, the new one?" The man looked Fanjiang Zhongyu up and down, and said, "You're not bad looking, living with you now? What are you doing? Are you rich?"

Several questions in succession left Jiang Zhongyu confused.

"Get out." Shen Yanbai's eyes were a little red, and he tightly pinched Jiang Zhongyu's fingertips, "I don't want to see you."

Seeing his expression, Jiang Zhongyu instantly understood who the person in front of him was.He held Shen Yanbai's hand behind his back, interlocked his fingers, and turned to leave: "Let's go up."

"Do you know who I am?" The middle-aged man suddenly went crazy and stopped them both, "I'm his father! If you want to be with him, you need my permission. How dare you ignore me?" ?”

Jiang Zhongyu finally knew why Shen Yanbai hated Song Zizhen so much, with the appearance of a rogue.

"Sorry, I'm not familiar with you." Jiang Zhongyu said to avoid him.

Song Zizhen stretched out his hand and pushed Jiang Zhongyu. Jiang Zhongyu fell back, and Shen Yanbai hurriedly reached out to pick him up.

"Transfer [-] to me first," Song Zizhen said while looking at Jiang Zhongyu, "I can't afford to eat anymore, do you want to starve your father-in-law and me to death?"

"Are you sick, Song Zizhen?" Shen Yanbai supported Jiang Zhongyu, his face immediately sank, "My own father died a long time ago, who the hell cares if you starve to death or not?"

"you--"

"Snapped--"

Song Zizhen raised his hand and slapped Shen Yanbai, no one expected it.

Jiang Zhongyu didn't react, and Shen Yanbai didn't react even more. He was a little blinded by the slap, his ears were buzzing, and he didn't move the pestle for a long time.

But Jiang Zhongyu came to his senses. He grabbed Song Zizhen by the collar and pushed him back. He pressed Song Zizhen's body on top of the trash can.

Jiang Zhongyu's face was heavy, his eyes were cold, and even the words he said made people tremble a little: "He is your son, he dare not hit you, but I am not. Don't let me see you again, or I will see you again." You hit you one at a time."

Jiang Zhongyu didn't care if this person was Shen Yanbai's father, grabbed him by the collar and pushed him aside, Song Zizhen fell to the ground, and the evil-doer started to make fun of him: "Come and see, someone beat daddy! There are five thunders and bangs!"

"Xiao Shen..." Jiang Zhongyu touched his face, feeling so distressed that he didn't know what to say.

Shen Yanbai was quite calm: "Let's go up first."