Rose Manor

After leaving Bai Changxia's home, Pei Che and Shen Jia Nian first went to Xiting Hotel, packed their luggage, checked out, had lunch in the hotel restaurant, and then took a taxi to the airport.

Pei Che booked a flight at [-]:[-], which was still early, so the two of them rested in the VIP waiting room of the airport.

Shen Jia Nian was hesitant to speak while eating lunch. At this moment, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and pulled the hem of Pei Che's shirt with his fingers: "Can I ask you a question?"

Pei Che looked at her sideways, with a smile on his face and a soft tone: "Ask whatever you want, why are you hesitant?"

Shen Jianian's eyes were fixed on his face, she pursed her lower lip and asked, "Do you know that Yan Qiusheng is my teacher?"

The smile on Pei Che's face visibly faded. Shen Jianian caught it and had the answer in his heart: "You know, right? Why didn't you tell me?"

Pei Che: "Did Bai Changxia tell you?"

Both of them went to see Yan Qiusheng's concert last night. Since they met, it was impossible not to talk about this topic. He should have expected that Xiao Nian would ask.

Shen Jianian said "hmm".

"I'm sorry." Pei Che said in an apologetic tone, "I didn't tell you because I knew very well that you had forgotten about it and I didn't know how to tell you."

Hearing his explanation, Shen Jianian seemed to understand. Even if he said it, she would not have the slightest impression and it would not change anything.

But she didn't like feeling ignorant, like a fool.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Jianian discussed with Pei Che: "I don't blame you. But please promise me to tell me all the things I forgot in the past, okay? Even if I don't remember those things, at least you told me I have peace of mind. I don’t want to hear from other people who I’m related to and I don’t even know.”

Pei Che felt a sudden pain in his heart. He put his arm around her shoulders and said in a dry voice, "Okay, I promise you."

Shen Jia Nian leaned into his arms, her heart slowly settling down: "How did Yan Qiusheng and I meet in real life? Why did he accept me as his disciple? I asked Xia Xia, she didn't know, do you know? ?”

Where she couldn't see, Pei Che closed his eyes in despair. He didn't want to tell her one lie after another: "Actually, I don't know very well. I was still abroad at that time."

Shen Jianian was slightly disappointed: "Oh."

Thinking about it from last night to now, she still couldn't figure out why Yan Qiusheng would become her master and apprentice. It seemed that her parents didn't have such connections when they were still alive, and it was unrealistic for her to do it on her own.

"If I contact Yan Qiusheng, will he be shocked?" Shen Jia thought, "Xia Xia and I have known each other for so many years, but she didn't even recognize me when she saw me. I took the initiative to mention the past to her. Only then did she believe that I was Shen Jianian. My memory of Yan Qiusheng still remains in my childhood. He came to Beicheng to give a concert, and my parents took me backstage to take a photo with him. How can I prove it to him? "

"You want to get to know him?" Pei Che's voice was hoarse.

"I admire him very much. It's not easy to be his disciple, but I..." In the final analysis, Shen Jianian was still worried about losing his memory, and meeting each other unfamiliar with each other would only increase the embarrassment.

If it were anything else, Pei Che would definitely encourage her to try it and not let her have any regrets. He would be her solid backing. However, he did not dare to mention things related to the past.

Shen Jia Nian secretly struggled for a while, without coming to a conclusion, so he simply didn't embarrass himself, took out his mobile phone from his crossbody bag, and browsed the news.

She did not avoid Pei Che. Pei Che saw her searching for "Yan Qiusheng" on Weibo, and what came out were all the latest reports related to last night's concert.

Shen Jianian scrolled down one by one. Most of them were praises from music lovers for Yan Qiusheng, saying that the master was worthy of being a master. Even though he had been silent for many years, he shocked the world when he made his debut. Foreign media reported on him like snowflakes. vast.

Shen Jia Nian accidentally clicked on a hot topic on Weibo and was about to log out when he was attracted by an interview video.

The person in the picture is the person in charge of the Fu family. The background is not a high-end office building, nor is it a monotonous whiteboard. It seems that in the garden of a certain villa, large tracts of roses are in full bloom, and the man is wearing a well-tailored suit. Wearing a black business suit with the collar and cuffs of his white shirt exposed, he sat on a wicker chair with a serious posture and an aura that kept strangers away from him.

The video lasts for 35 minutes and 26 seconds. A female reporter is responsible for the interview. She does not appear on camera and can only hear her voice.The first two-thirds of the conversation was about the future development direction of Junshan, about autonomous driving and AI medical care. Because the answers given by the people in charge of Junshan were concise and clear, they could be understood by laymen and would not make people feel boring. and suspension.

Shen Jia Nian listened with relish to the interview content that had nothing to do with his career. Rows of barrages floated across the video, praising the handsomeness of CEO Junshan in various ways.

The female reporter mentioned the charity work that Junshan has done in recent years: "I heard that Junshan Group has donated and built hundreds of hope primary schools and medical points in remote mountainous areas. What is Mr. Chen's original intention for doing this?"

If this question is answered well, it can establish a good image for the company and may lead to a soaring stock price.

However, Junshan, the cold-faced CEO, pondered for a moment and answered seriously but also casually: "I often hear people say that good deeds are rewarded with good deeds. I am a layman. Because I have something in my heart, I want to try to do more. Good deeds will be rewarded with good things.”

The female reporter probably didn't expect him to say this. She was quiet for a few seconds and polished his tone with a smile: "I personally feel that no matter what Mr. Chen wants, the real benefits are those children in remote mountainous areas and patients who are unable to see a doctor due to poverty. , isn’t this the meaning of charity? I would like to sincerely say thank you to those who have been helped.”

Fu Jichen's eyes were far-reaching and somewhat ethereal, as if he didn't hear the reporter's words and didn't give any response.A black rope was exposed between his white wrists, and he held a jade-carved lotus root in his hand, which was round and transparent. This look reminded people of a gentleman in ancient times.

The serious questions had almost been asked and the interview was coming to an end. When the reporter saw Fu Jichen looking at the roses in a daze, he asked an off-topic question: "Which one of the roses do you think is the most beautiful?"

Fu Jichen regained consciousness for a moment and said nothing.

The female reporter thought he wouldn't answer, and was about to turn off the camera not far away. Unexpectedly, at the last second of the video, Fu Jichen lightly opened her thin lips and said, "The most beautiful one has withered."

The interview ends here.

A netizen left a message in the comment area: "Why do I feel that Fu Jichen's last sentence described a woman? Tsk tsk, that look in his eyes is really... filled with infinite nostalgia. Again, I recommend that young students who act in idol dramas give me the same sentence. Come in and study!”

"I'm here to speak out. My hometown is a traffic-blocked Shangoogou. The Hope Primary School built at the beginning of this year is named after 'jianian'. Don't ask me why I typed Pinyin, because I discovered that typing those two characters will be blocked. Everyone who understands understands.”

"Is this the one I'm thinking of? The one who plays the cello?"

"Damn it, I thought I was the only one who discovered it. I couldn't type that name. Last time I took advantage of Fu Jichen and the daughter of the Xu family. I mentioned that lady's name and she deleted it in the blink of an eye."

"So, when Fu Jichen said that he was seeking something in his heart, who was he seeking?"

"I feel what the boss's white moonlight is. We don't even deserve to mention our names, woo woo woo."

Shen Jianian was scrolling through the comments. Before he could read it clearly, Pei Che took the phone away. He said warmly: "The radio has started to remind us that we should board the plane."

*
At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the plane flying to Jiangcheng soared to an altitude of [-] meters.

At 04:30, the plane from Yicheng landed at Beicheng Airport.

The first-class passengers got off the plane first. Song Fang followed Fu Jichen and turned off the airplane mode of his mobile phone. Some unread messages and missed call reminders popped up.

He glanced at the unread messages, took two quick steps forward, picked out the important content and reported to Fu Jichen against the clock: "The latest issue of "Chenyang Daily" has been released, and the relevant interview videos have also been released. The text content of the newspaper is not much. The problem is that Lin Shuang’s consistently high level is that video..."

Song Fang paused and said truthfully: "Secretary He reviewed it and said that the irrelevant digressions at the back were not cut out and were posted together. The public is talking about it and it will probably be on the hot search. Secretary He doesn't know if it is necessary." Let the PR department take control.”

That day, the boss was being interviewed at Rose Manor. Song Fang was watching the whole process. Of course, he knew what Lin Shuang asked him later. If he thought about it carefully, it wasn't out of the ordinary.

It's just asking the boss which rose is the most beautiful in a field. It's more like a question to adjust the atmosphere.

Fu Jichen said: "No need."

Song Fang replied: "Okay, I understand."

Just as he was about to put away his cell phone, a call came in. When he saw that the caller's note was "Zhou Zhizhen", Song Fang glanced at Fu Jichen who was walking in front of him. He had to answer the call and took it seriously: "Hello, Mr. Zhou, may I ask? Is there a problem?"

"Call Fu Da to tell you to turn off the phone." Zhou Zhizhen's tone was a little urgent, "Are you with him?"

"We just got off the plane, and Mr. Chen's cell phone may not be turned on."

"Are you at Beicheng Airport?"

"Yes, I'll be out soon."

Zhou Zhizhen spoke faster: "Don't let him go. The airport just sent out a lost and found item, and I saw that the thing was Fu Da's handbag. What's going on? His own things are lost, don't you know?" "

After all, it’s worth a limited edition supercar, so I don’t want it even if I don’t want it.

Song Fang held up the phone and glanced at the boss's wrist, which was wrapped with a black braided rope. The thing was in his hand and had not been lost: "Are you sure it belongs to the boss?"

"The carving is of a lion. How many handles like this are there in the world? Whose is it if it's not his?" Zhou Zhizhen said firmly, "I used to see him playing with it in his hands."

Keepsakes, keepsakes, this is the role of keepsakes!

I finally wrote it here. I stare at the outline every day and keep up with the progress. It’s not easy [touch my belly]