Chapter 55: Meeting Sister...at the Corner
Meng Tang retracted his hand that was about to knock on the door.
He didn’t reply to text messages, didn’t answer the phone, and I thought he didn’t respond when I knocked on the door.
Meng Tang looked up and asked, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"
She didn't sleep well last night, and before going out, she was thinking of avoiding Wei Chuan.
After thinking for a long time, I feel that in order to avoid embarrassment, I have to take the initiative to control the rhythm of getting along.
She tentatively sent text messages, made phone calls, and even went to the customer's home in person.
As long as she is not panicking, the other person will be panicking. Look, Wei Chuan stammered that he fell asleep and didn't hear it.
He looked a little dazed at the moment, with a few strands of short hair sticking up. He glanced at himself and then quickly looked away.
She looked a little awkward and embarrassed.
Meng Tang thought he was still embarrassed by the unintentional hug last night. She was a little embarrassed too, but she managed to keep it under control.
She smiled and said, "It's getting late. I have to go back to school. I told you so."
"Let me take you there."
Another person joined the ungrateful track. He was thinking about keeping a distance from Meng Tang the previous second, but the next second, when he heard that she wanted to go back to school, he subconsciously took a step forward.
"No need." Meng Tang was polite and distant. "I'll take a taxi myself."
"I just have to go home too. Wait for me, I'll go wash up first."
Without waiting for her answer, he turned and rushed into the bathroom.
I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face.
In less than ten minutes, a neat and tidy Wei Chuan stood in front of Meng Tang like a pillar.
Meng Tang turned and walked towards the elevator. Wei Chuan raised his hand to check the time and said, "It's half past ten. Have you had breakfast?"
Meng Tang shook her head. She didn't wake up until half past nine and came to see him after she finished her work.
Wei Chuan glanced sideways: "I'm a little hungry, how about finding a place to eat nearby?"
"I'd better go back to school to eat." Meng Tang politely declined, "I went to bed late last night, so I need to go back and catch up on my sleep."
Wei Chuan said "Oh" and followed him into the elevator embarrassedly.
After checking out at the front desk on the first floor, Meng Tang was about to take out his phone to hail a taxi when Li Hanjin caught up with him from behind.
Meng Tang turned around indifferently, without calling out any names, and simply asked, "Anything else?"
"There is indeed something I want to tell you." Li Hanjin smiled gently, without any trace of the tit-for-tat attitude he had with Wei Chuan in the corridor last night.
Wei Chuan remembered Meng Tang’s “first come, first served” theory, grabbed her arm, and said that he had something to do.
Meng Tang remembered that he had stopped him at the door last night and asked if he was free today.
Li Hanjin's eyes suddenly turned cold and he glanced at Wei Chuan inadvertently.
Wei Chuan also looked at him, his eyes showing no sign of being inferior.
Meng Tang pulled his arm out of Wei Chuan's grip, turned around and asked Li Hanjin: "What do you want to tell me?"
Li Hanjin's expression calmed down, and he said, "I've moved most of the stuff from my studio here. I have some good stuff in the library. Today is Saturday, so I want to take you to see it."
Meng Tang blinked.
Wei Chuan sneered inwardly, thinking that Old Man Meng had been carving wood for so many years, and there were several rooms in his mansion dedicated to storing wood. What kind of wood had Meng Tang not seen? Why did he need to be so attentive here?
The art park is a place where students from the Academy of Fine Arts like to go and play, and Meng Tang has also been there.
What she was really curious about was Li Hanjin's studio and its operating model.
But the old man had clearly told her not to get close to Li Hanjin, so it was hard to disobey the master's order.
What's more, Li Hanjin's works in recent years have become more and more commercialized. She follows the traditional path, where cultural value outweighs economic value, and preserving the original tradition is the fundamental principle.
Could it be that the fundamental reason why Grandpa doesn't let her get close to Li Hanjin is that they have different ideals and cannot work together?
That seems to make sense.
Thinking of this, Meng Tang rejected Li Hanjin.
After leaving the hotel, Meng Tang asked Wei Chuan: "You asked me last night if I was free today, and just now you said you had something to do. What is it?"
Actually, it was nothing. Wei Chuan thought of the ridiculous dream he had this morning, turned his eyes away, and found an excuse:
"I want to confess my feelings to Xie Lingyin before the regional competition."
He felt that this couldn't go on any longer, as the person he liked was clearly Xie Lingyin.
Meng Tang was stunned. He was not in a hurry before, but was suddenly brought up again on the street.
This person really... does whatever he wants.
She said "Oh": "Then you——"
"Please help me." Wei Chuan gritted his teeth.
Meng Tang's eyes widened: "How can I help you? Isn't it your own business to confess?"
"I mean, I want to buy her something new." Wei Chuan didn't want to give away the wooden sculpture at the head of the bed. "Can you give me some advice?"
This is equivalent to giving a gift. Thanks to Wei Chuan, she knew that Xu Heqing liked electronic products.
Xie Lingyin looks ethereal, but she is actually a very pragmatic person.
Since it’s what he likes… Meng Tang raised his head and said to Wei Chuan, “Why don’t you go to a professional art supply store and take a look around.”
Wei Chuan looked confused: "What should I buy?"
"They have everything. Lingyin is from the oil painting department. You can ask the boss for a recommendation."
“What if my boss cheats me?”
"No, they are old shops that have been open for many years."
"Where is the store?"
"There are art supplies stores both inside and outside the school, but Lingyin likes to go to the art supply store on Laofu Street."
"Which one on Lao Fu Street?"
"It's a century-old shop on four floors, with a Schmincke counter in the oil painting section."
“Schmincke is the brand name?”
"...Forget it, I'll go with you."
"good."
“…”
Meng Tang felt strange and always felt that what he was waiting for was the answer of whether he should accompany him.
Wei Chuan stopped a car, gentlemanly helped Meng Tang open the back door, and went to the passenger seat himself.
He finally had time to take out his cell phone and look through it. He hadn't read the message Meng Tang sent him that morning.
He clicked on it and typed: [I rarely go to Lao Fu Street. Is there anything to eat there?]
Meng Tang couldn't help but glance at his head and replied: [There are a lot of coffee shops over there, all of which are arty light snack bars and dessert restaurants.]
Wei Chuan doesn't care, as long as he can fill his stomach.
Lao Fu Street is the back street of the Art and Sports Campus. Meng Tang took Wei Chuan to a light food restaurant.
Meng Tang said: "There is also seafood risotto here, you can try it, but it may not look the same as the takeaway you ordered."
Wei Chuan listened to her and ordered one. After the waiter brought the dish, Wei Chuan understood what "different appearance" meant.
This place can be called the back street of the Academy of Fine Arts. In order to please this group of guests with high aesthetic tastes, the meals are made to look like a painting.
It is beautiful, but it has no appetite and the rice is blue.
Meng Tang ordered two more sandwiches, coffee, and a vegetable salad, and that was it for lunch.
The store they were going to was just across the corner. Meng Tang told Wei Chuan about the painting supplies Xie Lingyin often bought and said:
“You buy according to your budget.”
After saying that, I felt it was nonsense. The young master didn't have any budget, he basically bought whatever he saw.
But Wei Chuan still responded.
After crossing the street, the two walked along the shop entrance and turned left, arriving in a few minutes.
Wei Chuan didn't understand, so he asked the boss for a recommendation. Seeing that Meng Tang didn't shake his head, he spent 2,800 yuan to buy a Mussini 16-color wooden box set.
Meng Tang looked at the time. It was one o'clock in the afternoon. He could still get some good sleep when he got home.
The two of them walked out of the art supply store, with Wei Chuan walking on the outside carrying something.
Suddenly, a black commercial vehicle stopped beside the two of them, and it looked like two human traffickers would get out as soon as the door was opened.
Wei Chuan blocked Meng Tang behind him, his eyes full of vigilance.
The rear door was opened, revealing an extremely handsome face.
Wei Chuan tilted his head and shouted in disbelief: "Big sister!?"
Wei Sijia hooked her finger at him and said, "Get in the car. I'll give you a ride."
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