President, he can't control the Shura field.

Jian Fanchen thought that Jian Zhuo knew what was in the refrigerator anyway, and would take whatever he wanted to drink, so he didn't worry about it anymore, and focused on adjusting the focus with his head down.

He had to admit that Jianzhuo was very photogenic.I don't know whether it's the mature attire or the mature appearance in the camera. In short, I can't tell that this is a college student who is only in his twenties, but he looks like his peers.

Jian Fanchen stared at the screen for a while, Jian Zhuo didn't ask if he was okay, and kept looking at the camera and smiling.

Because Jian Zhuo looked directly at the camera, from Jian Fanchen's point of view, it was like looking at each other.

"You'll be like this for a while, you look pretty good." Jian Fanchen said, he suddenly felt that the sky was very unfair, "Do you mean that you can rely on your face for food, but rely on your brain?"

Jian Zhuo's face suddenly turned red: "Brother, don't praise me."

Jian Fanchen raised his head and asked seriously: "What's wrong?"

He sincerely praised and adjusted the atmosphere.He was worried about seeing Zhuo and nervous, and chatting could relax him.

Jian Zhuo has been praised since he was a child, and he is immune to words of praise.But now being praised by Jian Fanchen, the whole person became hot.

The honor given by the whole world is not as good as the affirmation given to him by Jian Fanchen.Although Jian Fanchen probably just said it casually, it was enough for him.

The live broadcast has been connected, but before it started, Jian Fanchen turned around and went to the kitchen, took out a bottle of sparkling water from the refrigerator, and when he walked back to him, he found that Jian Zhuo had already picked up his water and was drinking it.

Jian Fanchen didn't have time to stop him: "I drank that bottle..."

Before the words fell, he heard the live audition in the video, and he was embarrassed in place.

Is it already open?Will he be heard?

Jian Zhuo raised his eyes, looking at Jian Fanchen's hands that had nowhere to rest, and the water in his hands.

"Brother," he said with a smile, "the microphone is not on."

Jian Fanchen breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at Jian Zhuo and took another sip of the water in his hand.

"You can drink this bottle." He handed over the water, and didn't bother to emphasize that he had drunk the other bottle. If he just forgot or didn't pay attention, it seemed that he cared too much.

Jian Zhuo took his water, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it back to him.

Jian Fanchen: "...I let you drink."

Jian Zhuo stuck out his tongue: "Sorry brother, I'm used to it."

Jian Fanchen was dumbfounded.

When did you form the habit?

A few minutes later, Jian Zhuo looked down at the screen again, and said to Jian Fanchen, "It's started, brother."

Jian Fanchen entered the live broadcast state faster than him. After making a gesture of preparation, he turned on the camera, only to find that Jianzhuoyan was still looking at him with a smile.Startled, he raised his head and gave him a wink.

Jian Zhuo continued to smile, put down the sparkling water in his hand calmly, put away his smile, and looked at the camera.

Jian Fanchen looked over from the camera, Jian Zhuo seemed to be a different person as soon as he started his speech, his aura immediately changed, he was calm and confident, and his voice was no longer so milky.

It was the first time for Jian Fanchen to listen to his speech in its entirety, and it was also the first time to see his new work - a complete mid-level house.

In front of the camera, the young designer J God said: "The inspiration for this set of designs actually comes from a poem. When I was a child, I was lucky to get a collection of Spanish poems, and it was the first one I opened."

With a thought in Jian Fanchen's mind, his eyes moved from the machine to Jian Zhuo's face.

Seeing no one else around, he continued to talk to the camera.He read a poem, Lorca's.

"My heaven is an empty field, where there are no nightingales, no lyres.

Some are a hidden river and a small spring.

There are no sharp thorns of the wind on the lush branches, nor the star that wants to be a leaf.

In the clearing of broken eyes there is a grand light that becomes someone else's firefly.

A bright break.

At that moment our kiss, like the roaring phase of the moon, reverberated and pushed into the distance.

Your burning heart and nothing else. "

Jianzhuo spoke Spanish to the camera.

The poems he read when he was young flashed through Jian Fanchen's mind.He lowered his head again, and met a fiery gaze on the screen of the machine.

He once memorized this poem fluently, and the collection of poems was later given to Jian Zhuo.

Close-ups magnify all the details.Jianzhuo's sharp-edged facial features are deep and gentle, probably because of the light, he is not so white today, and looks very aggressive.

Not only the five senses, Jian Zhuo's voice has also matured day by day, even thicker than when they reunited. Can you grow so fast at 20?

Jianzhuo returned to Chinese and said: "Heaven is an open space, and this is the original intention of this work. I want to build a house in heaven that meets all dreams."

The live broadcast screen cut to the design model, not only Jian Fanchen, but also the other end of the video came with admiration.

It is indeed an eye-catching design, clean and simple, but it makes people unable to look away.

Because it is a professional summit in the construction industry, Jianzhuo also explained from the aspects of technology, materials, structure, structure and building physics.

Although Jian Fanchen had no relevant background, he was able to hear it.At the end of the speech, he almost forgot to turn off the machine, but luckily the venue cut off the connection first.

When he saw Jian Zhuo walking towards him, he came back to his senses and turned off the machine.

"Brother," Jian Zhuo walked out of the camera, changed back into a milk dog, sat obediently in front of the master, and looked at him, "Why are you in a daze?"

"No, I'm reminiscing." Jian Fanchen tried his best to clarify, after all, it's rude to be distracted as an audience.

"Brother," Gougou sat in front of him, looked up at him, his eyes sparkling again, "Thank you for accompanying me to this summit."

Jian Fanchen felt sorry at first, after all Jian Zhuo missed the flight because of him.

"If I hadn't given an online speech, I wouldn't have performed so well. I'm not used to facing so many people." Gou Gou smiled, but his tone was very serious, "Brother, do you like that design?"

Jian Fanchen nodded frequently: "No one wants to live in a peerless mansion."

This structure, this creativity, this unexpected use of space, no one can sigh a genius.

The smile in Gougou's eyes became warmer: "I named it Chenguang Fanxing."

As he spoke, he brought the tablet over and clicked on a few design fonts on the screen.

It is Fanxing, not Fanxing.

Jian Fanchen was stunned.

Last time in West Island, he half-jokingly and half-demonstratively asked Jian Zhuo to add his name in order to teach Jian Zhuo that he would refuse if he said it.

Gougou didn't learn it, but remembered that sentence.

"Brother, do you remember that poem?"

Jian Jianchen didn't know what to say, so he could only nod.

Gougou said: "I just said half of what I said, and the rest was not heard by others. The first sentence is my original intention, and the last sentence is my dream."

The first sentence is: My heaven is an empty field.

The last sentence is your burning heart and nothing else.

Jian Fanchen's heart beat wildly.

He felt that the air in the room was a bit stuffy, so he got up and opened the glass door of the balcony.

Gougou looked at the figure in the sun, and his heart softened.

He stood up, picked up the sparkling water in his hand, raised his head and took another big sip.

This bottle was also drunk by Jian Fanchen just now.

The dog only recognizes the owner's eyes, and only follows the owner's breath.

I talked a lot during the live broadcast, and I was so thirsty.

Although he acted very calmly, Jian Fanchen watched him intently the whole time, his heartbeat never dropped, and his whole body was hot.

Especially when reciting poems, there is nothing else in his burning heart.