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It was rare for Shu Qingmo to sleep soundly. In his dream, he had no pressure to move forward, nor did he need to chase someone's pace.

It felt like relaxing on a soft cloud, with the wind carrying him around in the air.

When she woke up the next morning, Shu Qingmo's fever had subsided, but her throat was still a little uncomfortable.

There was no sign of Yan Zonglang in the room, and the servant aunt told Shu Qingmo that Mr. Yan had gone to the company for business and would go home for dinner in the evening.

Shu Qingmo had nothing to do, and after taking the medicine, he went around the house.However, he wandered around for a long time, but he didn't see the four pictures of the Four Heavenly Kings that Secretary Chen had handed over to Yan Zonglang.

"Auntie, have you ever seen Mr. Yan hang four such large Chinese paintings on the wall?"

Shu Qingmo didn't know how to describe the content of the painting to her aunt, so she had to draw the size with her hands.

"No." The aunt shook her head and said, "The decorative paintings on the wall have not been touched."

That's a little strange.

When he was in Nancheng before, Yan Zonglang didn't know the identity of the artist, so he still hung the four paintings in the restaurant.Now the relationship between the two is quite different from before, why would Yan Zonglang not hang his paintings?

Whether it is an apartment in Nancheng or a residence in Beijing, the decoration style is the classical Chinese style that Yan Zonglang likes, which is very consistent with the style of the four paintings, and it will not look obtrusive when hung on the wall.

Shu Qingmo really couldn't figure it out, so he took out his phone and wanted to ask Yan Zonglang where he put the painting.However, before he could edit the news, a strange call interrupted his actions.

The screen showed that the incoming call was Nancheng's number, and Shu Qingmo subconsciously thought it was Nancheng's media again, so she hung up the phone.But within two seconds, the call came in again, and this time Shu Qingmo pressed the call button.

"It's me, Shu Mengfu."

A cold voice rang out from the other end of the phone. Shu Qingmo took the phone from his ear and glanced at it, subconsciously thinking that he was delusional. After all, Shu Mengfu had never voluntarily spoken a word to him.

He picked up the phone again and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shu Mengfu asked instead, "Are you in Beijing or Nancheng?"

Shu Qingmo said: "Beijing."

"That's right." Shu Mengfu said, "Let's meet in the afternoon."

This made Shu Qingmo even more surprised. Firstly, because Shu Mengfu actually asked him to meet, and secondly, because Shu Mengfu was so polite to him, adding the word "吧" at the end of the sentence, which was obviously a discussion tone.

He didn't agree immediately, and asked lazily: "Aren't you going to work today, Monday?"

"No." Shu Mengfu's tone was flat, "Thanks to you, I just submitted my resignation application."

Shu Qingmo frowned when she heard this, a big question mark popped up in her heart.

He believed that the words he said in front of Chang Yue'e were absolutely not enough to make Shu Mengfu resign voluntarily.Intuition told him that this matter should be related to Yan Zonglang, and it seemed that he still had a lot of questions to ask Yan Zonglang.

He said calmly, "Where do we meet?"

Shu Mengfu invited Shu Qingmo to Wangfujing Department Store, two kilometers away from the museum.

There is a hobby carpentry shop on the third floor of the shopping mall. When Shu Qingmo came here, Shu Mengfu was wearing a handmade apron and dust-proof sleeves, sitting on a small bench and carving a piece of wood.

Seeing Shu Qingmo, she pointed to the empty seat beside her with her chin, and said, "Sit down, you can carve too."

Shu Qingmo looked at the carving knife in Shu Mengfu's hand, and did not move vigilantly.Although the carving knife is small, its sharp edge is enough to hurt people.

"Are you afraid that I will scratch you with this thing?" Shu Mengfu noticed Shu Qingmo's gaze, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Don't worry, I know myself."

Shu Qingmo didn't quite understand the meaning of Shu Mengfu's words, he sat down on the empty seat next to him, and said calmly, "Sculpture requires strong hands, I can't do this kind of work."

Shu Qingmo couldn't engrave seals, so his Jasmine seal and the seal of "Hundred Steeds" were engraved by Master Luo from the seal shop next door to Ink Studio.

Shu Mengfu glanced at Shu Qingmo's right hand, then retracted her gaze dimly, and continued to sculpt the object in her hand.

The two fell into silence at the same time, waiting for the other to speak first.

Shu Qingmo was not in a hurry, he found that Shu Mengfu was carving a leaf, which had already taken shape.His eyes followed the carving knife to Shu Mengfu's hand, and his thoughts drifted back to the night of the family banquet in a trance.

That day Yan Zonglang appeared in the Shu family mansion as Shu Mengfu's fiancé, and Shu Mengfu naturally took Yan Zonglang's arm.

Shu Qingmo wanted to talk to Yan Zonglang about the deadline for the delivery of paintings, but he never found a chance.He only felt that Shu Mengfu's hands were an eyesore, especially the manicure glitter on her nails.

In my impression, the last few times I saw Shu Mengfu, her hands were always so delicate.The skin is fair and tender, and the nails are also carefully groomed.

But today was very strange, her nails were trimmed very short, the back was clean, and her skin was even rough and yellowed.

"Crack."

The cracking sound of the wood brought back Shu Qingmo's thoughts. The original complete leaf was broken into two pieces at the position of the petiole. Not suitable for the job."

Of course carpentry is not Shu Mengfu's job, Shu Qingmo knew she meant something.He looked at the carved leaves, and said calmly: "Isn't the Institute of Ancient Painting and Calligraphy very good? Many people want to get in but can't get in."

Shu Qingmo admitted that he was being sarcastic, no matter what caused Shu Mengfu's resignation, he would always be angry.

"Okay? I don't think so." Shu Mengfu said blankly, "Every day I sort out the data, sort out the data, sort out the data. There is a musty smell in the archives, which makes people go crazy."

Shu Qingmo recalled that Xiu Jie once said that Shu Mengfu liked to go to nightclubs, and combined with his previous guess from the word observer, it was not difficult to see that Shu Mengfu was an impetuous person who didn't like to do such boring jobs.

Thinking about it, the process of mounting paintings is very boring. If you don't have a lot of patience, it is really difficult to persist.It's no wonder that neither Shu Mengfu nor Shu Yichen can learn this skill.

"Then should I congratulate you now?" Shu Qingmo said, "Finally quit the job I didn't like."

Shu Mengfu glanced at Shu Qingmo, the aloofness in her eyes was gone, only strong restraint and forbearance remained.

"Yes." She spat out a word and said calmly, "I originally wanted to use woodcuts to exercise my patience, but now it seems that the effect is not satisfactory."

"Really." Shu Qingmo said nonchalantly, "Then keep going."

Shu Qingmo knew that he looked very flat now, but it was strange that Shu Mengfu didn't respond to this.

"It's useless if I try harder." Shu Mengfu turned her head, looked at Shu Qingmo and said, "You've already won."

"Win what?" Shu Qingmo asked.He wasn't pretending to be stupid, but he really didn't know why Shu Mengfu changed his attitude.

"I admit that I can't beat you." Shu Mengfu said, "I tried to embarrass you with my hair, but it made you angry instead."

When Shu Mengfu said this, there were people passing by outside the store peeking at Shu Qingmo.He turned his face slightly, and replied as if it had nothing to do with him: "Who told you not to go by yourself."

"I don't want to go?" Shu Mengfu's tone finally became a little turbulent, which shows that she really cares about this matter, "I have never made my own choice since I was a child."

Shu Mengfu spoke out of the blue suddenly, which made Shu Qingmo a little unaccustomed to it.

But he is not a kind person, since Shu Mengfu showed him her heart, it would be convenient for him to stick a needle in Shu Mengfu's heart.He said lightly: "What does it have to do with me? You can only blame your mother."

Shu Mengfu took a deep breath expressionlessly, obviously angry, but she suppressed it forcibly.

"Do you know why I came to Beijing to work?" Shu Mengfu asked.

"Your mother forced it." Shu Qingmo said.

Shu Mengfu took another deep breath, pretending that she didn't understand the pun in Shu Qingmo's words.She said: "This is a factor, and because the person I like is in Beijing."

Shu Qingmo frowned, and asked in a warning tone, "Yan Zonglang?"

"Of course not." Shu Mengfu hastily denied, with a trace of imperceptible timidity flashing in her eyes.She adjusted her expression and continued, "At first I really wanted to marry Mr. Yan, but then I also knew that the hope was slim. It happened that Mr. Yan introduced me to my idol——"

"Xiu Jie?" The name flashed through Shu Qingmo's mind.

He wondered how Shu Mengfu knew people in the entertainment industry, it turned out that Yan Zonglang was the one who set her up.

"Yes, I really like him." Shu Mengfu said, "That's why I am willing to kneel down to Mr. Yan for him."

Shu Qingmo's heart skipped a beat when she heard the words, she never thought that the pampered Shu Mengfu would do such a thing.

He didn't know the reason, but he would just ask Yan Zonglang about these details when he got home later, he was more concerned about another issue now.He asked, "Do you know Xiu Jie..."

After hesitating for a while, Shu Qingmo still couldn't say the words "I don't like you".

"You want to say that he is a playboy, right?" Shu Mengfu said, "He is in the entertainment circle, surrounded by temptations, I understand all of this, as long as he has me in his heart."

Shu Qing said in his heart that Xiu Jie's provocative appearance doesn't seem like he has you in his heart...

"That's why I'm jealous of you." Shu Mengfu looked straight at Shu Qingmo and said, "You are more talented than me, and you can participate in national projects right after graduation. You stole my fiancé away, and now you are your biggest backer." .You are also on my variety show, forming a mustard couple with my beloved—"

The more Shu Mengfu spoke, the more excited she became, she picked up the carving knife beside her hand without warning, Shu Qingmo was startled when she saw this, and was ready to retreat, but Shu Mengfu just picked up a new piece of wood , re-sculpted.

"So I'm very jealous of you, very jealous." Shu Mengfu regained her indifferent expression, "But what's the use of being jealous? Fate is so unfair."

Shu Qingmo suddenly remembered his jealousy towards Shu Mengfu.

Jealous of Shu Mengfu being able to work in the museum, jealous of Shu Mengfu being Yan Zonglang's fiancée.

At that time, he also felt that fate was very unfair, and he felt powerless and sad because of it.But now it seems that this kind of jealousy is like Tagore's "Illusion"——

The other side of the river sighed secretly: "I believe that all happiness is on the other side."

A long sigh came from the other side of the river: "Hey, maybe, all happiness is on the other side."

This poem is about people not seeing the happiness they have, always complaining about themselves and envious of others.

Shu Qingmo suddenly became enlightened, he exhaled, looked at Shu Mengfu and said, "You don't have to be jealous of me, you know how miserable I was when I was young."

"Yes." Shu Mengfu smiled relievedly, "So from this perspective, fate is also fair."

Just now Shu Mengfu said that woodcuts are useless, now Shu Qingmo thinks what she said is wrong.

It is not easy for anyone to be able to accept that you are not good enough and reach a reconciliation with your heart.

Shu Qingmo looked at the time, stood up, and said to Shu Mengfu, "You can take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, he planned to leave, but at this moment Shu Mengfu stopped him.

"Wait." Shu Mengfu raised her head, looked up at Shu Qingmo and said, "You have already won, in all aspects, so..."

After a pause, she continued: "Can Mr. Yan let my brother go?"

of course not