Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

This is the past buried in the depth of her memory, and the untouchable pain that has been carefully sealed in the most secret corner of her heart for many years. Cell metabolism accumulated over time, condensed into a thick scar covering it, self deceptively trying to cover up the past.

Now she mentions it again, just like Shengsheng lifting the scar still nailed to the bone and flesh. Every inch she moves, the pain from the bottom of her heart is a bit heavy, which clearly reminds her of what happened and the indelible objective facts.

"But I can't help it." Song Wanjun closed his eyes for a moment and sighed like a sob, "in my heart, what I love most is my career, the kingdom of design that I have worked hard for so many years to accumulate, and the design itself. To me, they have the deepest meaning, even more than everything."

It took Tang Xiao a long time to digest the information, but she couldn't express any opinions.

She can't judge other people's value standards in vain. Everyone has a measure in his heart. Even if it sometimes leads to a direction contrary to the psychology of the public, it is also a choice made according to his heart and should not be criticized.

"I'm a failed mother and an unqualified wife, so all along, because of my personality, I'm not very likable, so just like yesterday, everyone knows that I'm in the storeroom, but no one is willing to save me." Song Wanjun's eyes dimmed for a moment and then brightened up again, "except for you."

"Xiaoxiao, I know that my previous views and practices on you are wrong, very wrong, but I hope you can give me a chance, so that my late sincerity can be entrusted. If you are willing to learn design from me, I can teach you all my life, and I promise that I have no reservation. "

Then she tightened her hand on the back of Tang Xiao's hand, "once I was sorry for my daughter, but now she has left me. I want to make up for her as much as possible, but it's too late. I don't want to leave the same regret on you. Xiaoxiao, you are excellent. I'm looking forward to becoming your teacher. Can you think about it carefully? "

When mu Yunshen returned to the ward, song Wanjun had already left. Without waiting for him to ask, Tang Xiao took the initiative to smile at him slowly. "Mu Yunshen, when do we go home?"

A week later, Mu villa.

Tang Xiao is sitting in front of the computer, wearing earphones and holding a brush in his hand. He is seriously modifying the painting paper in front of him. From time to time, he shows a clear expression. On the computer screen in front of him is song Wanjun's face.

"Is it like this? I also think the color here is a little too bright..."

Tang Xiao is holding the strokes, with a cold "jingle" in his hand. Yu Guang glances at a plate with small pieces of fruit. Looking up, mu Yunshen's face is slightly smelly.

She Leng for a moment, took off the headset, "how do you come in without knocking?"

"Knock on your own door." Mu Yun glanced at the computer screen with a deep and expressionless face, and his temper was obviously vented so that he was not drunk.

Tang Xiao said in a low voice, "I'm discussing my design with my teacher now. Can you stop making trouble?"

With that, she smiles a little sorry at Song Wanjun in the video call on the screen.

Song Wanjun didn't seem to care very much, but also waved to Mu Yunshen, "deep, long time no see."

"I don't think it's a long time in a week. Mr. Song is really a noble man who forgets many things."