I ate soft rice in those years

"Wenwen, come in and have a seat." Lin Zhifeng warmly invited her in, "Auntie cooked your favorite dish today, you should eat more."

"Thank you, Auntie." Zhuang Wen smiled and sat on the other side of the sofa.

Chu Xingchen was leaning on the back of the sofa, fixing his homework on the computer, and didn't seem to intend to talk to her.

Chu Wenlin, who came out of the bedroom, saw Zhuang Wen coming, and sat on the same sofa with the male lead in silence, "Haven't you reconciled yet?"

Zhuang Wen was startled, and waved her hand, "No."

"Then you guys talk first, I still have some things to pack." Chu Wenlin just wanted to find a tape, just to find a sense of presence.

After a while, Lin Zhifeng finished the meal and put a few people on the table, "Your uncle suddenly has to work overtime today, so he won't be back. Let's start first."

At the dinner table, Lin Zhifeng kept chatting with Zhuang Wen cordially, but Chu Wenlin and Chu Xingchen didn't say a few words.

Chu Xingchen sat opposite Zhuang Wen, raising his head to look at Zhuang Wen from time to time, his eyes full of deepness.

His eyesight had reached the point of being blatant, Chu Wenlin coughed, it seemed that dullness was useless now, he had to be blind.

Zhuang Wen also noticed his gaze, lowered her head, and Lin Zhifeng also stopped her movements. She glanced at the three people at the dinner table, smiled and brought food for Chu Wenlin as if she didn't notice, "Eat more point."

After the meal, someone from the company called, and Chu Wenlin took the phone back to the bedroom.

Seeing this, Lin Zhifeng smiled and stood up, "I'm going to clean up the kitchen."

At the end of the living room, there were only two people left, Chu Xingchen grabbed Zhuang Wen's wrist and pulled him up forcefully.

"Chu Xingchen! Let go!" Zhuang Wen yelled in a low voice, but she couldn't match the man's strength, so she was taken to the balcony.

The two closed the door without knowing what to say.

Lin Zhifeng was washing the dishes, and the corner of her mouth was slightly curled up, singing.

Zhuang Wen had already left when Chu Wenlin came out.

Lin Zhifeng was pulling Chu Wenlin to say something, when she saw him coming out, she smiled, "Is there anything wrong with the company?"

"Well, I need to go there temporarily, so I'll go first."

"Okay." Lin Zhifeng watched him go out, then turned her head to look at her son, and asked seriously: "Xingchen, tell mom, are you and Zhuang Wen all right?"

"No." Chu Xingchen picked up the computer and continued to edit the photos.

"Why not? Your brother can't see it, and I can't see it?" She sat beside him,

"If you really like it, it's not impossible. Now it's all about free love, and you can't follow the old pattern."

Chu Xingchen put down the work in hand, was silent for a while, and said lightly: "Let's talk about it."

-

The next day Chu Xingchen went back to school and handed in his homework to the teacher together with Lin Fanna.

When he saw the eyes of the person Lin Fanna photographed, he froze, and frowned, "This is..."

Lin Fanna raised her eyebrows, and showed it to him specially, "It looks good. I specially asked your brother to help."

But Chu Xingchen didn't answer this question, but asked with displeasure: "How do you know him?"

"Didn't your brother come to see you that day? I just happened to meet Zhuang Wen with him."

Looking for him?Why doesn't he know.

Chu Xingchen didn't refute, but just looked away, and said in a low voice, "It's not good to shoot anyone, but I want to find him."

Lin Fanna didn't hear his voice, but she knew from his expression that there was indeed some conflict between the two brothers, so she didn't say any more.

After she handed over the work to the teacher, she expressed that she wanted to participate in the exhibition, and the teacher managed everything after that and sent it to the city convention and exhibition center.

Not only was there a photography exhibition held that day, there was also a commercial art exhibition upstairs, with works by many famous artists, which attracted many buyers.

-

Zhuang Zongyuan is a collector, but he doesn't like antiques, but prefers some modern paintings.

So the person who held the art exhibition specially invited him over this time.

"Mr. Zhuang, you are here." Gong Xin greeted him in a plain cotton shirt.

In order to invite Zhuang Zongyuan, he spent a lot of effort, mainly for his fame and financial resources.

Zhuang Zongyuan sat in the wheelchair, holding the solid wooden cane across his lap, and nodded slightly to him.

Knowing that he didn't like small talk, Gong Xin didn't say much, and left on his own.

The secretary behind pushed him slowly through the circular art exhibition, but Zhuang Zongyuan only glanced at the different types of paintings hanging on the wall without interest, and none of them caught his eye.

The building of the Convention and Exhibition Center is hollow. Walking on the edge of the railing, you can still see some photographs downstairs. He has no interest in these, just glanced at it casually, but suddenly saw something.

Zhuang Zongyuan tapped on the handrail with his cane, causing the secretary to stop. He looked at the photo downstairs and raised his chin, "Go down and have a look."

The secretary nodded and pushed him downstairs.

Gong Xin had been watching him secretly, and when he saw that he was about to leave, he hurriedly followed him, "Mr. Zhuang, are you leaving? Do you want to stop looking?"

Zhuang Zongyuan propped his head and glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Seeing this, Gong Xin knew that today was over.

The secretary next to him nodded to him, and pushed Zhuang Zongyuan onto the elevator.

It was already afternoon, and there were not many people in the exhibition.

Zhuang Zong looked at the photo from afar with his fingers propped up from the side. Chu Wenlin looked in his direction with eyes that were as clean as clear water. The soft wind blew his hair.

With such clean eyes, Zhuang Zongyuan felt as if they were captivating.

It seemed that they were all attracted by the youth in the photo. There were more and more people around the front of the photo, and their eyes showed surprise.

Zhuang Zongyuan brushed his eyebrows with his fingers, his eyes became darker, he turned his head and said to the secretary: "Buy it."

-

Chu Wenlin just joined the job a few days ago and was assigned to a team. The team leader is Gao Min, a shrewd woman.

When he first came in, the colleague next to him sized him up and continued working.

Later, he learned that his name was He Rui through someone's introduction. He had worked in Ding Zhong for several years, but now he is still an ordinary employee, but he has a good relationship with many high-level executives, so he has been using him to enter the company. Time is already pressing people, so Gao Min doesn't care much about him.

When he started working, Chu Wenlin still had a lot of unfamiliar places, and other colleagues were busy with his own work, so he could only spend time sorting out materials and studying by himself.

"Hey, get me a coffee."

When he was concentrating on looking at the chart, He Rui who was next to him suddenly called out to him.

"You called me?" Chu Wenlin raised his head.

He Rui raised his eyebrows, "What else? Is there anyone else around here?"

Chu Wenlin paused, turned on his phone and ordered him a cup of coffee from the downstairs.

Baotuan, who just joined the company not long ago, chatted with him, "Did He Rui trouble you?"

"No, just let me order a cup of coffee."

"I know, I didn't give you any money, right? This person is too greedy for petty gain, and every newcomer has to buy something." Probably they were also squeezed out, and the young people were very angry.

Chu Wenlin didn't care about the money, but He Rui thought he was easy to bully, and started to intensify.

He was still at work that day when he received a message from Lin Fanna.

"Your photo was bought, 300 million..."

"... so much?"

"Yeah, send me your account number, and I'll give you half of it!"

"There's no need for this, the photo is yours and the reward is also yours."

"But it's always embarrassing."

"It's okay, just treat me to a meal next time." The lobster in the restaurant that Lin Fanna took them to that day was really delicious.

Just after replying to the news, He Rui put a stack of things on his desk, "Send it to the administration for me."

Chu Wenlin glanced at it and continued to do his own thing.

When it was time to get off work, He Rui was about to clock in and go home. When he saw the things on Chu Wenlin's desk and frowned, he was obviously a little angry, "Didn't I ask you to send them over?"

Chu Wenlin was writing the last thing, without raising his head, he said, "I forgot."

"Do you know this document is very important!"

Chu Wenlin looked at him, shook his head, "I don't know."

He Rui was almost pissed off by this understatement, and said angrily, "Even if you don't know, can you just leave aside what senior told you?"

After listening, Chu Wenlin didn't answer, he blinked, reached out and turned off the computer, "It's time to get off work, senior."

The colleagues who watched the whole process were all stunned and secretly sighed as a warrior.

But after all, He Rui still has some connections in the company, and this time he was offended, and he still doesn't know what kind of stumbling block he will use to deal with him.

Sure enough, when Chu Wenlin came the next day, he saw folders piled up on the desktop, which were all his tasks for the day.

He Rui snorted coldly beside him, gloating on his face.

Chu Wenlin turned the stool in the other direction speechlessly, turned his back on He Rui, and didn't want to talk to him.

The data on these files is not very important, but they are very cumbersome, and basically need to be confirmed several times to complete.So he kept busy until the evening when everyone else was gone.

These days, in order to familiarize himself with the work, he hasn't had much rest. He really couldn't bear it now, and finally Chu Wenlin, who was drowsy, fell asleep directly on the table.

When he woke up again, he was lying on a soft bed.

Chu Wenlin sat up, looked around, and found that the surroundings were very simple and there was nothing superfluous. There was only a gray bed and a warm yellow lamp in the room, like a lounge.

He moved to the side of the bed, and there was a pair of plush slippers on the ground, and his shoes had disappeared.

After leaving the lounge, the field of vision suddenly became wider, and only then did Chu Wenlin realize that he was still in Ding Zhong,

But it was a very large office, and the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was already bright.

There was a sound of pages turning from behind, Chu Wenlin turned his head, and saw Zhuang Zongyuan sitting on a leather office chair with a walking stick in his hand and a pile of documents in front of him.

But Chu Wenlin was very familiar with this document, it was the ones he sorted out all day yesterday, how could it appear here.

After thinking for a while, Chu Wenlin called out with some uncertainty: "Mr. Zhuang?"

Zhuang Zongyuan stretched out his hand to close the document with a calm expression, then raised his head to look at him, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and said in a magnetic voice, "I prefer you to call me uncle."