The Lingering Sounds of Blooming Flowers

The street trees are covered with deep greenery, and on the first day of May, Lu Chenfeng invited Lin Chaosheng to his jewelry studio to "sit as a guest".

It took two full days to shake off the messy studio. Lu Chenfeng never thought that he would be able to return here safe and sound. After all, losing integrity in an industry is more serious than any crisis. This kind of predicament is almost never way out.

Before the trip, he locked himself in the studio and recalled the past ten years. He stumbled all the way, stumbled and gritted his teeth and persisted. After eight years of struggle, he barely stood firm and let the LANME brand squeeze out a place in the jewelry industry.

However, due to a moment of negligence, he stepped into the abyss, and the honor was wiped to dust in an instant, and nothing was retained.

Lu Chenfeng lost the enthusiasm of "hitting against the south wall" when he graduated from university, and he desperately relied on his enthusiasm to fight until today. All his enthusiasm for his career was instantly extinguished by the cold world situation, and he didn't know what reason to use. Supporting himself to bravely stand back to the starting point and do it again, he just wants to avoid the accusations of others, give up persistence, and completely escape the industry and circles he depends on for survival.

The screen window in the bedroom was half opened, and a corner of the originally gloomy field of vision was lifted. Lu Chenfeng turned his dazed gaze facing the ceiling to the beam of light that spilled into the room. Lin Chaosheng stood in front of the window, poked half of his head in, and waved at him. Waving the spatula in his hand: "Good morning, get up, it's time to eat."

Fortunately, he has Lin Chaosheng.

Lu Chenfeng pushed back the quilt and sat up, scratched his fluffy hair, and said "good morning".He glanced at his watch, at 45:[-], the meal is ready?How did Lin Chaosheng get up so early?

The small kitchen was filled with the smell of food, rich and attractive. Standing in front of the floating table, Lu Chenfeng looked at two lunch boxes, one big and one small. There were meat and vegetables in them, and every grid was stuffed to the brim.

Lu Chenfeng was surprised: "Are you making bento?"

"Yeah." Lin Chaosheng was filling creamy mushroom soup into a thermos bucket, "This is our lunch."

"There are many delicious restaurants in the shopping center next to the office building." Lu Chenfeng reminded, "There are also many takeaways with good reviews nearby."

"One is too expensive, and the other cannot be hygienic." Lin Chaosheng vetoed, "Your stomach can only be assured if I take care of it."

Lu Chenfeng happily enjoyed Lin Chaosheng's thoughtfulness. He lifted the lid of the steamer on the gas stove, put taro, pumpkin, sweet potato, yam, and red dates in the palm-sized porcelain plate in the middle, sprinkled diced green onion and sesame seeds while warm of custard.

"I still prefer a light breakfast." Lin Chaosheng closed the lid of the lunch box and weighed it. "There is millet porridge in the rice cooker. Take a bowl for yourself, and I will pack my schoolbag."

pack the school bag?Lu Chenfeng's curiosity was aroused by these four words, and he followed Lin Chaosheng to his bedroom disobediently. There was indeed a black backpack on the desk, and three books related to surveying and mapping and a soft leather pencil case were stacked next to it.

A funny picture of the workaholic brother leading the bully brother to do homework suddenly appeared in Lu Chenfeng's mind, he couldn't help lowering his head, pursing his lips, and raised his hand to press the bridge of his nose in a funny way.

After breakfast, Lu Chenfeng wore the shirt with silver cuff buttons sewn with snowflakes, and a silver-gray suit over it.When buttoning up the buttons, he tilted his head to look at Lin Chaosheng, who was wearing a casual style, a thin hoodie with jeans, a fresh and sunny college student appearance, so the interesting picture that had just been suppressed once again popped into Lu Chenfeng's mind.

Lin Chaosheng fine-tuned the collar of his shirt and asked, "Why did you choose this dress?"

Lu Chenfeng stared into his eyes and replied: "I want to have a sense of ceremony."

Lin Chaosheng turned to straighten Lu Chenfeng's tie, and Lu Chenfeng impatiently put his hand on his waist, stroked it through the fabric a few times: "That's good."

Lin Chaosheng said knowingly: "cherish the moment of warmth now, when I go to work, our family should be fighting / war every morning."

After swiping the card, the Mercedes-Benz slowed down and drove into the parking lot. Lin Chaosheng looked up at the towering office buildings, which stood luxuriously in the center of the business circle.

The security guard warmly greeted Lu Chenfeng, and Lu Chenfeng responded politely, leading Lin Chaosheng onto the sound-absorbing carpet, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor.

Lin Chaosheng carried a backpack on one shoulder, and his expression was calm and fearless. His posture was like a leader who came to inspect the work, and also like a family member who made a surprise investigation.

Lin Chaosheng's figure was reflected on the elevator door, and Lu Chenfeng admired it calmly from the corner of his eye.The number of floors continued to jump up, and when he noticed something strange, Lin Chaosheng shifted his gaze to break through Lu Chenfeng's peeping, and asked frankly, "You're not right, you've been watching all the way, and you haven't seen enough?"

Lu Chenfeng paused for a moment, and smiled kindly at his "brother Xueba".

Having been to the house in Wanguo City, Lin Chaosheng has long been familiar with Lu Chenfeng's taste. Lin Chaosheng locked the teak door of Room 1504, and the metal nameplate on it was engraved with "LANME Studio" in thin gold.

Turning the door lock, stepping over the threshold, the floor tiles under his feet turned into thick blankets, Lin Chaosheng looked far away, and saw four rectangular glass cabinets, on the turntables were displayed several pieces of Lu Chenfeng's designs, surrounded by sofas and coffee tables, like A luxurious showroom.

The space is 160 square meters. On the wall are not only the decoration manuscripts painted by Lu Chenfeng in the past two years, but also photos of some regions and cities he has visited - the red church in Sri Lanka, the Mameng mine in Myanmar, and the tropical forest in Indonesia. Rainforest, and Yamdrok Yumtso in Tibet, China.

Turning around the arched corner, through a heavy glass door, Lu Chenfeng decorated the back room into a miniature museum, corresponding to the raw ore specimens he collected, and the display board on the side introduced the history of gemstones by category.

Lin Chaosheng sighed: "Boss Lu is very grand here."

Lu Chenfeng was modest: "Mr. Lin laughed, what kind of tea would you like to drink?"

Lin Chaosheng replied: "As you like."

Lu Chenfeng unscrewed the porcelain pot of Ceylon black tea, and explained to Lin Chaosheng while heating hot water: "Looking at the style, these things are actually not worth a lot of money, and the ore specimens have no trading value. The carpet and coffee machine in the living room were sponsored by Fang Yi, and half of the income was used to pay rent and utility bills."

Lin Chaosheng was still reading the content on the display board. There were a few handwritings written by Lu Chenfeng. He couldn't bear to skip them, so he responded lightly, "Your hard work is the most priceless."

A small wooden table was placed in the place with the best lighting. Lin Chaosheng unloaded his backpack, took a sip of black tea, the tip of his tongue felt light and soft, and the fragrance of lily of the valley diffused. No wonder Song Yike liked this taste.

Lu Chenfeng's computer was in standby mode, constantly changing the screensaver pictures, Lin Chaosheng moved the mouse, and the lit screen jumped into view, the desktop was a group photo of the two in the ancient city of Dali.

Looking back to the bare wooden table in front of the window, Lin Chaosheng's thoughts moved slightly, Guan Lu Chenfeng asked for a pair of seven-inch photo frames, and started his "old profession".

After editing the size, Lin Chaosheng printed out their group photo with photo paper, cut out the blank and pressed it into the photo frame, then sat down with it and put it on his new desk.

The love and admiration for a person in school seems to be reflected in this narrow desk, such as the love letter in the table hole, the message note under the examination paper, the diary with a lock, the eraser with the other person's name engraved on it, and the ruler. , There are letters or photos that are regarded as treasures.

It was a few years late for Lin Chaosheng to realize the preciousness of such a mood, but it did not prevent him from placing the book in front of the photo frame with great anticipation, taking out the pencil case, facing the sun at this moment, and looking back at his favorite person.