The Perfect Hidden Marriage

  403, she said: Who knows what's going on tomorrow. Maybe after a night of sleep, people will be gone...

  The end of March 2016.

  Spring seems to be here.

  Look, a little bit of delicate green buds have emerged from the bare branches; look, the peach blossoms are secretly scented in the warm sun; look, the girls are dressed in gorgeous clothes and are looking for beauty in spring...

There is a slender figure wearing a pair of jeans and a thick hooded coat. The hat is wrapped around the head. He wears a mask on his face. The mask is a bit exaggerated and covers most of his face. Inserted in his jacket pocket, with a backpack slung on his back, he was walking slowly on the park path.

  She came to a fixed place, set up the easel in the backpack, fixed the drawing paper, and held the paintbrush in her hand.

  Hands are shaking.

The line drawn by    was not what she wanted.

  The arc is not round enough, and the straight line is not straight enough. If you hold it for a long time, your hands will be sore.

  I took a sketch of the street garden scene at the beginning, and found that it was a bit powerless.

Ugh!

  Re-raising the pen and painting again, I feel that the painting skills are not as good as before.

  After all, she is no longer what she used to be.

  However, compared to the first time I came here to paint, my painting has improved a lot in the past few days-in everything, I have to practice more on my own to make progress and develop.

  She put the picture she just painted into her album, and then re-flattened a piece of paper on the easel.

   "Hey, you have come to sketch again!"

  A young big boy, running, came to her, his smile was very sunny, as warm as the sun in front of him.

  It was a very contagious smile, which made her remember some old things in a daze.

   There was a man who always faced her with such a warm smile, warmed her cold world, made her come back to life, and learned to love again.

"Um."

  She replied softly:

   "You didn't go to work today?"

  She has seen this boy many times, mostly on Saturdays and Sundays, his family should live nearby.

  Anyone who can live nearby will have the same family background. In this golden place in Shanghai, in such a prime location, you can have a one-story apartment house, and you can put such a sign on your forehead: the bourgeoisie.

  Let’s ask, who can afford a land of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of square meters without a family background?

  Because the location is good, the scenery is also good.

  This is why she came here to sketch from life.

  Of course, this is not the main reason.

  "My internship has expired, and I am preparing to write my graduation thesis and look for another job. However, it is not easy to find... Hey, I said, you paint very well, which university do you come from, and what major do you study?"

  The boy asked very enthusiastically, showing a very keen interest in her.

  She didn't answer, she just stared in a certain direction in a daze.

The boy followed her gaze and looked over there. A black Land Rover stopped at the entrance of the park. The driver got out of the car and opened the door to the back seat. A tall, handsome man stepped out, wearing a suit and leather shoes. His face was stern and his eyes were calm.

  He walked into the park, and the driver wanted to follow. He raised his hand and refused to follow.

   "I recognize him!"

  The big boy in front of him suddenly brightened his eyes and called out in a low voice.

  "This person is called Jin Hengyuan. He was once the acting president of Xiao Group, and now he is the big boss of Jinyuan Creative Company..."

  Jinyuan Creative Company?

Is    the branch of Jinhui?

   is now renamed Cheng Jinyuan?

"I heard that it was the company that his wife was running. Since his wife passed away, he bought all the shares of Mr. Jinhui, and he personally took charge of it. After only two years of work, Jinyuan Creative has become a famous company. Hehe design company...the future of this company is absolutely limitless..."

  The big boy was there to give an explanation.

   She turned her head: "How do you know so clearly?"

   "I investigated."

  The big boy smiled and said, “I’m telling you, I want to enter Jinyuan. The welfare is very good there, but it is very difficult to enter.

  "Did you study design?"

"Yup!"

  The big boy nodded, and then asked:

  "What did you study?"

She didn't answer, her eyes turned away again, and she saw the man named Jin Hengyuan walking alone, under the sunset, silent, seeming extremely lonely, like looking back on something, a non-smiling face. So cold.

  Looking like this, it was as if she was outside the TV screen and he was inside.

   "I learned to paint."

  She said, holding up the sketch pen, on the drawing paper, she traced his back figure with the simplest and smoothest lines.

  With only a few pens, the image of that person is on the paper.

   "The real picture of the painting."

  The big boy whispered from the side, his eyes were a little bit surprised, and he couldn't help but ask again:

  "How old are you?"

  She didn't answer again, her temper was terribly weird, and all her thoughts were focused on the tip of the pen.

"What's your name?"

  "……"

   "Well, that's it, introduce myself, my surname is Wu, my name is Wu Nian..."

  "……"

   "I have seen you several times, why do you turn yourself into zongzi? Are you afraid of the cold?"

  "……"

  "Why did you paint Jin Hengyuan? You still paint so well...Do you...recognize Mr. Jin?"

  "……"

  She didn't answer a word.

  The whole person is immersed in his own world.

  Wu Nian is a bit silly.

  This girl is too weird.

  Why is he attracted?

Because she has big melancholic eyes, flashed by the sun... and she always comes alone, and then goes alone, with a single shadow, conveying a mysterious atmosphere, he can't help being attracted. Can't help but come over and say hello.

  At this moment, this weird girl is tracing meticulously. She traces Jin Hengyuan’s back like a photo.

  Wu Nian was very surprised, and looked at her sideways: Could it be that this girl is a fan of Mr. Jin?

   "I heard that Mr. Jin has a girlfriend..."

  The sketch pen in the girl's hand responds, and it breaks sharply.

  He heard it.

  It seems that he really guessed it, this girl likes Mr. Jin.

   So too, such a man, wealthy and capable, there are not a few people who admire him in Greater Shanghai-they are truly financial pride...

"Speaking of which, Mr. Jin is also infatuated. Mrs. Jin passed away for two years and he has not had a girlfriend. Until recently, some media saw him dating Miss Ming Jia frequently. They all said that the Ming and Jin families are going to get married. No. You don’t know, that Miss Ming’s family is a barrister, and these two can be regarded as a good match, perfect match..."

   "Oh! The painting is broken!"

  She didn't seem to hear what he said, and she sighed as she looked at the flaw on the drawing paper.

   With gloved fingers, he gently stroked the place that was severely drawn on a horizontal line, his tone was so sad.

   "The painting is broken, you can paint again, it's okay..."

  Wu young and lightly comforted.

   "Well, I will draw it later!"

  She nodded, took off the drawing paper, glanced a little bit dissatisfied, walked to the trash can on the side, and stuffed it in.

After    came back, she began to pack her drawing tools.

"you are leaving?"

"Um!"

"So fast?"

"Um!"

   "Are we friends?"

  She raised her head to look at the sunny boy:

  "My name is Pu Xiang. Mu Bu Pu, Guo Xiang’s Xiang. I am glad to recognize you..."

  She stretched out her hand.

  A pair of thin black gloves are put on those hands.

  Wunian looked at her curiously, except for her eyes, she covered half an inch of skin from beginning to end. On such a spring day, such a dress was really weird.

"I'm glad too."

   Wu Nian shook her hand, but a coldness passed.

  "Why is your hand so cold?"

"Um!"

  Piao Xiang nodded gently:

   "I'm afraid of the cold, so I have to be fully armed when I go out."

  After finishing the drawing tools and putting on the backpack, she turned her head and glanced at the high-spirited man standing still in the sunset.

  At this moment, there is an Ana multitude woman beside the man.

  The two people are talking lowly. They are very close and match each other.

"I am leaving!"

  Piao Xiang said softly, trying to suppress the sourness in his heart.

   "Are you coming tomorrow?"

"have no idea."

  Pu Xiang looked at the setting sun gradually falling west, his eyes suddenly became faint, as if showing a bit of sadness:

  "Tomorrow’s affairs, who can know. Maybe you sleep for a night, people will be gone... Destiny is sometimes not something you can get if you want to fight for it... Especially matters related to life and death, the most difficult to figure out..."

  The words, like a sigh, just drifted in the wind.

  Wunian stood there and watched.

  At that moment, he actually felt a bitterness that has gone through the vicissitudes of life in the girl’s tone...