On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

When Shan Cen arrived home, Ning Qi hadn't left yet.

Seeing Shan Cen enter the door, Ning Qi stood up and said hello, "Young Master Shan?"

Shan Cen nodded, he looked around but didn't see Lin Lu, "Where are the others?"

Ning Qi pointed at the study, "Video conference."

Shan Cen poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, his throat finally eased after working all day, he glanced in the direction of the balcony, "It's all over?"

Ning Qi followed his gaze and nodded, "It's done."

Shan Cen put down his cup, raised his feet and walked towards the terrace. When he passed by Shan Xiaobai's cat nest, he took a look, but he didn't see the cat. He turned around and glanced at Ning Qi.

Ning Xi understood in seconds: "Boss Lin is holding me."

Shan Cen: "..."

"Board of Directors?"

Ning Qi: "No."

Just as Shan Cen breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Ning Qi say, "A transnational meeting."

Shan Cen: "..."

No better than a board of directors.

He opened the glass door and walked out. The messy terrace in the morning had been restored to its original state. The flowers and plants were arranged on the flower stands in an orderly manner. Among them were several pots of peonies and roses that bloomed just right, but...

The corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the chicken feathers that were trying to recover but were still horrific.

Ning Qi also couldn't bear to look directly at it, but as Lin Lu's assistant, she still wanted to give her boss a good impression, "Boss Lin planted it himself."

Shan Cen wanted to say, he saw it.

No one except Lin Lu can grow this bumpy, swaying appearance.

He squatted down, picked up a chicken feather floating on the surface of the soil, and said, "Someone send two catties of chicken feather over here."

Ning Qi was startled, "Huh?"

Shan Cen lowered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly, but he kept moving his hands, "Don't let Lin Lu know."

Ning Qi looked at Shan Cen who was serious about picking vegetables, as if she understood something, she nodded hurriedly, "Okay, Young Master Shan, I'll do it right away."

Shan Cen was the only one left on the terrace.

When the breeze blows, you can smell all kinds of flower scents, mixed in the heat of summer, dyeing the ice-like blue eyes with a layer of warmth.

It doesn't seem to matter if you stay a few more days.

Chicken noodle soup made by Shan Cen at night.

Lin Lu carefully observed Shan Cen, and found that there was nothing unusual about his expression and eyes.

"That," he tentatively said halfway through the meal, "babe, why do you like chicken feathers?"

Shan Cen raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "It's delicious."

Lin Lu: "..."

good to eat?

"Then the ones you planted on the terrace are for eating?"

Shan Cen looked up: "Otherwise?"

"..."

Lin Lu coughed lightly, "Then what if the food is gone?"

Shan Cen: "Why is it gone?"

Lin Lu glanced at Shan Xiaobai not far away.

Shan Xiaobai: "Meow?"

"For example, the weather is too hot, the sun is too strong, and you are dying from the sun?"

Shan Cen: "Buy."

Lin Lu: "Buy seeds and plant them again?"

Shan Cen glanced at him like an idiot: "Dish."

"..."

Lin Lu breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, how many catties will I buy for you tomorrow?"

Shan Cen looked up at him.

Lin Lu smiled sarcastically, "The sun is too high in the afternoon, and the chicken feathers outside are all dry."

Shan Cen said 'hmm', "It's already been picked."

Lin Lu was startled, "Picked?"

"Yeah." Shan Cen picked out a vegetable, "Aren't you eating it?"

Lin Lu looked at the small green vegetables floating in the bowl, and then at Shan Cen, showing no sign of anger at all, "You picked these?"

Shan Cen: "Yes."

"Then you didn't find something?"

Shan Cen lowered his eyes, "I found it."

Lin Lu: "...What did you find?"

"A few more potted flowers."

"Then... what about the food?"

Shan Cen: "No."

Lin Lu: "..."

Wasn't it discovered?

"baby I love you!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Lu leaned over directly.

Bo-!

Shan Cen: "..."

I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a little regretful.

-

A white Maserati slowly stopped in front of Shan Cen.

The car door rose slowly like a bird spreading its wings. Pu Xiao poked his head over from the driver's seat with a gentle smile on his face, "Shan Cen, get in the car."

Shan Cen nodded, bent down and got into the car.Pu Xiao stepped on the accelerator, and amidst the roar, the car body rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Shan Cen frowned unobtrusively.

Pu Xiao seemed to be in a good mood, "There are drinks at the back, take whatever you want."

Shan Cen looked back politely, there were various drinks in the small refrigerator, he nodded, "Thank you."

"You don't have to be so polite with me all the time," Pu Xiao smiled, "I promised the teacher that I will take good care of you."

Shan Cen said indifferently: "The teacher is just admonishing politely, brother, don't take it seriously."

As he said that, he raised his hand to loosen the tie around his neck. Although he usually likes to wear white shirts, he is not very used to wearing a tie, so he always feels a little uncomfortable around his neck.

Pu Xiao glanced at it without any trace, and saw that small Adam's apple rolled.

He suddenly looked away, feeling that his throat was a little dry, and his eyes darkened, "I don't know if the teacher told you politely, but Shan Cen, I want to take care of you, but it's true."

Shan Cen didn't understand what he meant, and only thought that it was the elder brother taking care of the younger brother, so he didn't strongly refuse, and only said: "No need."

"Let's not talk about this." Pu Xiao chuckled, and asked casually, "I heard so many rumors about you and Lin Lu in school, but I haven't met the real Lin Lu yet. When will I have time? Going out for dinner?"

Shan Cen habitually refused, "He is busy, so he may not have time."

"No matter how busy you are, there is always time for a meal, right?" Pu Xiao said.

There is always time for a meal, right?

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Shan Cen's heart fiercely.

He found that he often heard this sentence.

At the beginning, when classmates and friends invited them to dinner, he would agree, but every time, Lin Lu was always delayed by various things.Once or twice is fine, but after a long time, he no longer agrees to his friend's invitation.

But every time he refused, he would hear the same sentence, 'There is always time for a meal, right? '

He used to feel that no matter how busy he was, he could find time for a meal.

But the facts were right in front of him, and he couldn't help but not believe it.

He turned to look out the window.

In the summer of early June, the heat is transpiring, and the landscape trees on the side of the road are covered with clumps of small mangoes.

"I'll ask him." Shan Cen heard himself say.

Pu Xiao's fingers holding the steering wheel tightened, and he said calmly, "Okay, let me know when the time is set, and I'll book a restaurant."

Shan Cen let out an 'hmm'.

An hour later, the car stopped.

Shan Cen opened the door and got out of the car.

Pu Xiao suddenly stopped him, "Shan Cen."

Shan Cen tilted his head, "Huh?"

Pu Xiao looked at him with a smile on his face, "Follow me after entering."

Shan Cen wanted to say no, but finally nodded, "Okay."

Pu Xiao laughed, "Good boy."

Shan Cen frowned.

He didn't like this kind of intimacy that was clearly overreaching.

But now is obviously not the occasion to discuss this topic, so we can only temporarily suppress it.

The auction will be held in the largest banquet hall of Mingshan Hotel, which has two floors.The organizer also spent a lot of money to arrange the entire venue to be star-studded and resplendent.

The auction was in the form of a free reception. People from all walks of life who arrived first gathered together in twos and threes, and developed contacts while drinking wine. It was like a disguised reception under the skin of an auction.

Shan Cen followed Pu Xiao to meet the friend Cheng Sheng mentioned, but what he didn't expect was that this friend turned out to be Mr. Zhang from the Painting Association.

Last time he also suggested that Huo Shu go to Mr. Zhang to borrow paintings, but he didn't know what the result would be.

Zhang Lao was dressed in a black Tang suit, with a serious expression on his face. He looked unapproachable, but his attitude was easy-going.

After the two parties met and greeted each other, Mr. Zhang dutifully led them to get to know all the great talents in the art world.However, Shan Cen acted as the background board throughout the whole process, and only came out during the introduction, leaving the rest of the exchange of greetings to Pu Xiao.

Probably got Cheng Sheng's instruction in advance, Zhang Lao didn't say much about it.

Just when Pu Xiao was dragged to chat by a senior, he asked casually, "Don't you like this kind of occasion?"

Shan Cen didn't deny it, it's not that he doesn't like this kind of occasion, but simply doesn't like places with many people, he said 'hmm', "I just don't like noise."

"I didn't like it either before," Mr. Zhang showed a look of nostalgia, and then smiled, "But later I found out that the saying 'the big hermit hides in the city' is quite reasonable."

Shan Cen nodded: "You are right."

Zhang Lao glanced at him with sharp eyes, "What is in your heart?"

Shan Cen: "..."

"No."

Mr. Zhang smiled and didn't ask further, "I've almost introduced you to you. I'm going to talk to some old friends. If you have anything to do, come over there and find me." He pointed in a direction.

Shan Cen took a look, and the people gathered there were all seniors from the Painting Association.He nodded, "OK, thank you Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Lao had just left on his front foot when a person appeared beside Shan Cen on his back foot.

Huo Shu hid behind Shan Cen, secretly glanced at the direction where Mr. Zhang left, patted his chest, and said with lingering fear, "Finally left."

Shan Cen asked with his eyes.

Huo Shu looked around, and pulled him to a corner with few people, "Why are you here?" He said, he looked Shan Cen up and down, and found that the other party had reached a new level of handsomeness, "Aren't you always so handsome?" Come to this occasion?"

When we first met, because of Shan Cen's good looks, he often invited him to come out to participate in some exchange meetings and other activities, but Shan Cen refused very simply every time. He thought it was Shan Cen's arrogance at the time, and he didn't bother to sell him like this. Artists are in company.It took a long time to realize that it was because he didn't like coming.

Suddenly seeing Shan Cen at the scene today, he thought the sun was coming out from the west today.

Shan Cen explained: "Come here for the teacher."

"Oh." No wonder!

Huo Shu glanced at Mr. Zhang again, "You seem to know Mr. Zhang very well?"

"Just met tonight." Shan Cen asked, "What's wrong?"

"Don't mention it." Huo Shu took a glass of champagne from the waiter and took a sip, "I followed your suggestion last time and asked him to borrow a painting. He promised very happily, but he just asked to see it. Check out my collection."

Shan Cen opened his eyes slightly, "You agree?"

Shan Cen's voice was still cold, but Huo Shu could still hear a hint of gloating in it.

He cast a sad look at Shan Cen, "You didn't remind me?"

"..."

Shan Cen: "I thought you knew."

Speaking of this, Huo Shu became even more angry, "I want to know, how could I allow him to see my collection?" As a result, four paintings were torn off.

Seeing this, Shan Cen suddenly became interested: "How many pieces were torn?"

Huo Shu: "..." The knife was stabbed!

He faltered for a long time before he managed to squeeze out two words, "Four pictures."

"It's okay." Shan Cen said.

Huo Shu was startled, "That's okay? That's four!" Huo Shu stretched out four fingers and emphasized again, "Four!!"

"Well." Shan Cen explained, "Isn't it good to use four paintings to help you identify the authenticity of the collection?"

Huo Shu thought for a while, "That's true." Besides, those four paintings were not worth much, so if they were torn up, they would be torn up.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." After speaking, he took out tonight's auction catalog and asked Shan Cen, "Is there anything you are interested in tonight?"

Shan Cen shook his head, "I didn't see it."

"!" Huo Shu was startled again, his eyes widened, "You didn't come to the auction to read the catalogue? Then why are you here?"

Shan Cen: "..."

He himself wanted to know.

"I don't have a collection habit."

"What about appreciation? Do you have any idea to look at it?" Huo Shu asked unbelievingly, "Aren't you curious about the famous paintings tonight?"

Shan Cen: "Follow the fate."

"..."

Huo Shu extended his thumb sincerely, "A master, definitely a master."

As he said that, he turned to one of the pages of the catalog and said to himself: "I thought you came here because of Mr. Su's paintings."

Shan Cen was startled, "What?"

Huo Shu lowered his head and didn't notice his expression. Hearing this, he turned the catalog and handed it to him, "Old Su's First Snow Picture."

Shan Cen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he reached out to take the catalog.

On the right side of the painting, among the tall and straight pine forests, there is a crooked twig.

It is authentic.