After the funeral, I abused the scum with the bamboo horse

The child couldn't hide his emotions on his face, both happiness and unhappiness were expressed in those dark and warm eyes that were as dark as lacquer.

Lin Yixing looked down for a moment, then lightly touched Nie Jiayan's cheek with the back of his hand, "You are so sensible, grandpa must be very happy, you came to me, did he say anything?"

"Yes, I have."

Nie Jiayan took back the phone, and lied without blushing: "Grandpa told me to supervise your work, and said that if you see you slacking off at work, you should call him and tell him."

"It turned out to be a small overseer with a heavy responsibility."

As Lin Yixing said, he stretched out his hand to pull up a chair, supported Nie Jiayan's shoulders and placed him next to the boss's chair, "Then sit next to me and watch, so that you can complete the task conveniently."

Nie Jiayan originally wanted to make a joke, but when he saw how serious he was, he immediately laughed, "I was just kidding you. Grandpa didn't call me a supervisor, so he told me to pay attention to safety and not play too late."

Lin Yixing didn't answer, and after sitting down, he opened the document in front of him, raised his hand to draw a pen from the pen holder while looking at it, and really started to work.

Nie Jiayan rested his cheek with one hand, looked sideways for a few minutes, and couldn't help calling him: "Brother, why don't I bother you anymore, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yixing stamped the signed document and put it aside, "It's not an interruption, I just want to teach you something."

"Do you know what business our family is in?"

Nie Jiayan is like a well-behaved baby who answers all questions, "I know, the antique business started as an antique business. In the past ten years, it has mainly focused on antique auction transactions."

"You did your homework well, come here and show you this."

Nie Jiayan obediently stepped on the floor with his left foot and turned the swivel chair half a circle, getting closer.

"There is a lot of professional knowledge involved in the antique industry. Today, I will tell you about the basic types of antiques and some introductions to identification."

Lin Yixing took out a thick album from the side, and spread it out between the two of them, "The common types of antiques include calligraphy and painting, porcelain, ancient coins, incense burners, bronze wares, and ancient bronze mirrors..."

"...Jade, inkstone, ancient ink, ancient books, inscriptions, famous papers of various dynasties, ancient bricks and tiles, badges, seals, silk embroidery, cloisonné, lacquerware,"

"... Yixing pots, enamel, feeding utensils, tooth utensils, colored ink, brushwork, bamboo carvings, fan wood utensils, famous stones, coins, Ming Dynasty furniture, etc. Dozens of categories..."

Lin Yixing's voice was calm, warm and deep, and some boring words became very interesting when he pronounced them.

Nie Jiayan listened carefully, his eyes slightly fell on his fingers pressing the album.

Lin Yixing's fingers were white and well-defined, looking slender and powerful.

There is a thin layer of calluses on the inside of the palm, and when the five fingers are bent together, the lines of the bones appear extraordinarily clean and neat, revealing a slight sense of sharp beauty.

After Lin Yixing finished talking about a basic porcelain identification point, he saw Nie Jiayan staring at his hand with downcast eyelashes in a daze.

The eyes are straightforward and unaware.

Lin Yixing moved his finger deliberately, and saw Nie Jiayan's long eyelashes, which were as soft as cattail grass, raised as he wished.

Like a small animal that only focuses on the bait, it is too cute to foul.

When Nie Jiayan heard a chuckle from above his head, his thoughts suddenly returned.

Facing Lin Yixing's smiling eyes, he pinched his earlobes unnaturally, and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I'm a little sleepy and my mind is distracted."

In fact, Nie Jiayan didn't think about anything just now, but simply thought that Lin Yixing's hands were beautiful.

Then I thought that this hand had held him for so many years, changing his clothes and bathing him when he was a child, and sheltering him from wind and rain when he grew up.

If you want to hold another woman in the future...

Before he could think about it, he felt his head being rubbed.

President Lin Yi put his finger on Nie Jiayan's ear, saw his outline reflected in those bright eyes, restrained himself, and then said in a low voice: "There is a small lounge inside, go in and sleep if you are sleepy. After a while, I'll call you after get off work."

Nie Jiayan wasn't sleepy at first, but she was afraid that Lin Yixing would notice something when she suddenly turned back, so she pretended to yawn, got up and followed him.

The small lounge is just a hut separated from the office. There is a single bed of nearly 1.9 meters in it. A tassel lamp is placed on the low cabinet beside the bed, and there is a small chair beside it.

Although the space is small and clear at a glance, the light is dim and quiet, and there is a small air window on the wall. Overall, it is indeed a good place for a lunch break and a nap.

Nie Jiayan took off his coat and lay on the bed, while Lin Yixing stood on one side, adjusted the light of the lamp at the head of the bed to the darkest warm light, and then pulled the quilt over him.

"Go to sleep."

As Lin Yixing said, he put his slender and broad palms on the quilt, and patted his chest twice as he did when he was a child.

Nie Jiayan's long eyelashes drooped, his nerves stretched, and he slowly closed his eyelids following the two taps.

His field of vision was pitch black, and in the darkness, he heard Lin Yixing's footsteps gradually receding, followed by the sound of the door being slowly closed.

After a while, people fell asleep.

The sun is westward.

Nie Jiayan fell asleep straight into the evening, and when he got up and put on his shoes and coat to go out, Lin Yixing was talking with someone in the office.

The other party was wearing a casual thin woolen sweater and gray trousers, with a refined and elegant face, a pair of silver glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his facial features looked familiar.

Nie Jiayan was thinking about where he had seen him before, when the man also noticed him, first frowned, then raised a smile, turned to Lin Yixing and asked, "This is the child raised in your house ?"

Lin Yixing also saw Nie Jiayan coming out of the small lounge, stopped talking and got up to lead him.

Nie Jiayan slept soundly this time, her fair face turned slightly red, and the hair roots on her forehead were damp with sweat, like a puppy just waking up, even her dark eyes were wet. soft light.

Lin Yixing reached out and stroked his soft hair, pulled him to the sofa and sat down, then said to him, "Well, his name is Nie Jiayan."

"Jiayan, what a good name."

The man smiled and turned his gaze to Nie Jiayan, and said to him, "Jiayan, do you still remember me? I am Lin Shenjin, Yixing's third uncle."

Hearing this, Nie Jiayan finally knew where Fang's sense of familiarity came from.

He pursed his lips, and called out politely: "Hello, third uncle."

Lin Shenjin smiled and put one hand on the sofa. Seeing that Lin Yixing didn't seem to want Nie Jiayan to avoid him, he continued, "Yixing, in fact, you can be alone in this auction with the Shu family."

"After all, the Lin family will be handed over to you. If you take charge of it on your own, I will be able to step back and do my own business earlier, so that the old man will not always say that I am not doing my job properly."

"I'm still young and I still have a lot to learn."

Lin Yixing gently wiped away the fine sweat on Nie Jiayan's forehead with his fingertips, handed him the poured warm water, and said to Lin Shenjin, "Third Uncle, you'd better help me this time, I'm in contact with the Shu family. There is not much to gain, and it is better for you to come forward to communicate with many things."

Shu Li's father is a well-known figure in the collection circle, known for his talent and arrogance, with his eyes above the top, no matter his temper or style of behavior, he is the type that Lin Yixing is not good at dealing with.

Because he is of the same generation and has been a classmate for several years, Lin Shenjin has some friendship with him, and it is convenient to talk to him.

Seeing Lin Yixing's insistence, Lin Shenjin had no choice but to say: "All right, I'll help you organize this auction first, and when I have a chance, I will set up a round so that you can get in touch with Shu Zhenxing more."

Shu Zhenxing is Shu Li's father.

Lin Yixing gave a faint "hmm", and caught a glimpse of Nie Jiayan drinking the water from the corner of his eye, took the cup from him and put it on the coffee table.

Lin Shenjin took this scene into his eyes calmly, and suddenly smiled and said, "By the way, how are you getting along with that little girl from the Shu family? I heard from Mrs. Shu that Shu Li thinks highly of you, and today I specially selected you I came to you to learn how to read a painting with that picture of a night banquet."

Nie Jiayan listened silently, secretly matching the name with the person in his heart, and then quietly raised his ears to listen to the gossip openly.

"I don't want to think about it yet."

Lin Yixing casually put a hand on Nie Jiayan's shoulder, and leaned on the sofa in a relaxed posture, looking at Lin Shenjin, "The Lin family's business, grandpa's health, including Jiayan's studies, these are enough for me to keep busy."

This is not a pretty word, and people can immediately hear the meaning of perfunctory in it.

Lin Shenjin laughed again, but didn't say anything more about matching, "If you don't think about it, you can make friends. We and the Shu family are also considered family friends. You are three years older than Shu Li. Take care of you if you can."

Lin Yixing didn't speak, and gently rubbed Nie Jiayan's thin and soft ears with his fingertips, his phoenix eyes were deeply emotional, making it hard to figure out.

Lin Shenjin didn't linger on this topic, and said a few more things about the auction, and left around six o'clock.

As soon as the man left, Nie Jiayan yawned immediately. Before closing his mouth, Lin Yixing grabbed his cheeks and squeezed them in between.

"What are you doing?"

Nie Jiayan was forced to pout, with a bit of a blank face, and asked very unhappy.

Lin Yixing looked at him calmly, and his gaze stayed on the two mouths that opened and closed when they were talking for a few seconds, then he let go and rubbed his hair, and said in a low voice, "Don't come to the company to look for me in the future."

Nie Jiayan cupped his face with both hands and supported his sore skin, his eyes conveyed doubts, "Why?"

"It affects my work too much."

As Lin Yixing said, he stretched out his hand to brush his sleepy hair, and his tone seemed to be complaining but not complaining, "I'm just serving you, so I don't have time to work."

What Nie Jiayan didn't know was that he was sleeping in it just now, and Lin Yixing was afraid that he would have nightmares, so he would go in to see him every 10 minutes. Even if he was talking with Lin Shenjin, he was always thinking about when he would wake up.

Nie Jiayan is not clingy when he is asleep, he is so willing to be coaxed and pampered by others, not to mention that when someone wakes up, he just wants to be with him all the time.

Lin Yixing didn't want to show his emotions too much, and let unimportant people realize that he was talking nonsense about Nie Jiayan's thoughts first. He wanted Nie Jiayan to be the first to know.

Furthermore, he also needs a little time to distinguish his feelings, whether he likes it out of guilt, or likes it from the beginning.

Nie Jiayan didn't know what was going on in Lin Yixing's mind. Looking at the other person's calm face, he endured and endured it in his heart, and finally pressed back whether that sentence would affect your work or your relationship.

With an obedient "Oh", Nie Jia said, "Understood, then I won't come next time."

[The author has something to say]:

Lin Yixing asked for advice online: How can I play an old Gong who dotes on his wife well?

Lin Shenjin: You just need to restrain yourself