dizziness

"Uncle Ou, wake up."

An Yuchen whispered, and patted the man sitting on the recliner with his eyes closed.

"Uncle Ou, it's time to take your medicine."

The man on the reclining chair opened a pair of tired eyes, looked at the big boy in front of him, nodded slightly, took the medicine in his hand, and drank it with water.

Owen sat up and glanced at the sky. The autumn wind was blowing, and he coughed twice. His lungs were not very good since a few years ago, and once this season came, he would suffer from problems.

An Yuchen hurriedly put the blanket on him, Owen waved his hand at him to show that there is no need to make a fuss, took another sip of hot water, and gradually calmed down.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"It's been more than two hours." An Yuchen said while helping him follow his back.

"Maybe because the sun is good today, I always feel sleepy..."

"It's a good thing that you can sleep. I'll accompany you to wash your face. It's about time for President Ruan to come."

Owen's face was slightly different, he thought for a moment and sighed: "By the way, today is Saturday... I forgot."

As long as people get older, they seem to become dull in their sense of time, and it is difficult to add new memories every day. The cycle goes on and on, and in the end, only the age and appearance change.

"It doesn't matter if you forget, I will remember, and Mr. Ruan will remember too!"

"It's really embarrassing for him," Owen smiled wryly, "When he comes, you greet him and tell him that my painting is not finished, so you won't be polite to him."

After Owen finished speaking, he picked up the brush in front of him again, put on his glasses, and continued with the unfinished portrait.

An Yuchen hesitated to speak, watching Owen's back who was seriously painting and couldn't disturb him anymore, so he retreated quietly.

About half an hour later, there was a roar of a car, and it stopped in front of the villa in the suburbs.

The man who got out of the car was tall and straight, wearing a suit. There were some scars on his mature and calm face, but they were already very shallow, and hardly affected the handsome facial features.

"Where's your Uncle Ou?"

Seeing no familiar figure, the man asked a little nervously.

"Uncle Ou..." An Yuchen stammered, "He said he didn't finish his painting, so he won't be courteous to you...Mr. Ruan, why don't you sit down first, and I'll call him later."

Ruan Miaomiao felt relieved, but his face also sank. He knew what the man meant, shook his head and said coldly, "No, let him draw. I'll wait in the room."

Ruan Miaomiao sat in the living room with a displeased face, staring closely at the man painting in the garden through the floor-to-ceiling windows, not even taking a sip of the tea An Yuchen made for him.

The huge house was surprisingly silent. An Yuchen was preparing dinner in the kitchen, as if once he stopped his hands, he could hear Ruan Miaomiao's breathing, heavy and restless, while the man in the garden was still taking his time. When painting, he didn't care at all that someone was waiting for him with a temper that was about to explode.

An Yuchen has always been afraid of Ruan Miaomiao, not because of the injury on his face, but because of the depression exuding from that expressionless face, which always makes people feel that if he gets angry, it must be terrible, but now he is obviously gone. He was very upset, so An Yuchen also started to feel uneasy.

He has been here for three years, and he has this feeling every time he sees Ruan Miaomiao, and he still can't get used to it.

Recalling three years ago, I was just a college student who had just graduated. He studied design, his grades were mediocre, and he had no talent. He followed his friends without knowing the heights of the world, and invested his resume in C City, the industry leader "Tianyi Creation Studio". division.

Anyway, it was hopeless, An Yuchen was simply in a mischievous mood, and increased the workload for those who accepted the resume.

Unexpectedly, all the people who voted with him received rejection letters, but the most unremarkable thing he received was an interview letter.

This is almost the same as winning the lottery jackpot, and such a big pie fell on his head.

On the day of the interview, An Yuchen met Ruan Miaomiao for the first time.

He had heard about this person. He heard that he used to be a top student in the oil painting department of the University of Fine Arts. He went to the United States to study photography before graduation. Later, he was injured at home because of a car accident for several years. The scars on his face must have been left at that time. In the past three or four years, I have seen his name often published in design-related magazines. In C City, many hotels and entertainment venues invested by foreign companies are interior decorations designed by him. In addition, he and the boss of the headquarters seem to have a little Relatives, and he has real skills, so it's no wonder the media hyped him up so much.

"I see on your resume that both parents died?"

Asked indifferently by Ruan Miaomiao, An Yuchen sat up nervously and nodded quickly.

"Then who paid for your college and life?"

"This..." I thought I would be asked about major-related matters, but if I prepared it, it would be useless in an instant, so I had to be realistic, "I borrowed money from relatives to go to college, and I paid for my living expenses by working part-time. .”

"Can you cook."

"Ah?" An Yuchen was dumbfounded, not understanding what his question had to do with job hunting.

"Can you cook, clean up, tidy up the house, etc."

"Meals... I can cook some home-cooked dishes, and there is no problem with housework... Mr. Ruan, you ask this...?"

The man on the opposite side didn't answer, but just nodded, then turned his gaze to the resume, and said, "The specialty you have written on it is...never lie?"

When writing his resume, An Yuchen really thought about his whole body, but he couldn't find any special strengths, so he had to write this up. He felt that honesty was his only strength.

"En." An Yuchen nodded complacently.

"Okay, you're accepted."

"What...?" That's all? !Are you really admitted? !

An Yuchen's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stuttered excitedly: "Ruan, Mr. Ruan...I was admitted? Then I...I...work...do I..."

He pointed at himself, and pointed at the busy studio outside the window, unable to believe that he had become an employee of God's Will.

"Your job is not here."

"what……?"

"But your salary is higher than all of them."

When Ruan Miaomiao told the amount of annual salary, An Yuchen's mind immediately went blank, and instinctively followed him to this villa.

I heard that this villa is also his work. The inside of the house is really beautiful, and every corner is like a work of art.

It shouldn't have been long since the arrangement was completed, and there was a new smell everywhere, as if a young life was welcoming An Yuchen, an equally young life.

It's just that the man living in this room, at a glance, his temples are already gray.

This was An Yuchen's first day here, and they got to know each other.

He said his name was Owen, and he was 57 years old. According to his age, he could be called an uncle.

An Yuchen couldn't help wondering, if her father was still alive, would she be like the man in front of her, touching his head and smiling softly.