After a quick look, he started the car and followed.
Rong Luchi has just returned to China for half a year, and the Chengnan project has made him well-known among ordinary consumers.
As for design, he himself is a top designer.
Forget it, the important thing is to participate. They are all top experts in the industry, maybe I can gain something!
The group drove to a manor that looked like a holiday villa.
It turns out that this exchange meeting is not only an exchange, but also an exhibition of architectural design.
Rong Luchi attended as a VIP guest and also as a judge.
All the visitors are well-known design leaders at home and abroad.
Of course, there is some commercial cooperation involved.
Song Wanwan got out of the car and took out a pair of five-centimeter-high black high heels from the trunk.
Change out of your white sneakers and put on high heels.
It has a bit more of the aura of an urban white-collar worker.
More elegant.
For such a solemn occasion, it is better to be more orthodox.
"Mr. Rong, you invited us to be judges this time. Should we come over...?"
Rong's chief designer Huang Kai stepped forward and asked.
"It's okay. This is a top industry exchange meeting. You're all designers, so it's nice to come and see and get to know each other."
"Let's go in together."
Rong Luchi straightened his sleeves and strode towards the manor.
Huang Kai, Song Wanwan and Mu Sen all followed behind him.
The works displayed in the architectural design exhibition are all masterpieces by the country's top masters.
The entire exhibition includes not only design drawings but also model displays.
Chinese and Western architecture each have their own characteristics.
Rong Luchi took Song Wanwan to socialize with Huang Kai, and he was invited to the side by several CEOs to discuss cooperation.
Huang Kai also had acquaintances there, but Song Wanwan was strolling around by himself, taking some photos as souvenirs.
Suddenly, she stopped in front of an exhibition window.
The style and design of that work are...her mother's!
Song Wanwan leaned over and took a closer look, and sure enough!
Song Wanqing!
It's her mother's work!
But how could my mother’s work appear here?
This design exhibition was established five years ago. According to Rong Luchi, the person behind it is a famous designer senior from home and abroad.
Song Wanwan looked at the design draft and his mother's signature on it.
The eyes are slightly red.
"Mom." She leaned on the glass window, looking at the name and calling out "Mom" over and over again.
The voice was full of attachment and dependence.
Her mother is her role model and idol.
Although he was talented, he was plotted against by Lu Yiming and Bai Lian and forced to commit suicide.
Song Wanwan had felt sorry for his mother more than once. He felt sorry for her and lost everything because of the wrong person, and he was also angry that she chose to commit suicide without caring about the consequences.
"Miss, why do you like this particular piece?"
Song Wanwan heard a kind male voice.
She wiped the corners of her eyes and put on a graceful smile.
When Chen Boming saw Song Wanwan turning around, he was surprised and couldn't believe it at first sight.
It seems like, it really looks like her.
Those upturned, clear eyes are exactly the same!
Chen Boming rarely loses his composure, and he even forgot to blink when looking at Song Wanwan.
“Although this work is not particularly dazzling, I think it is very warm, so I like it very much.”
This should be one of my mother's early designs.
Or perhaps it is not a design work, but the most beautiful expectation in my heart.
The picture above is not a magnificent building, but just a pastoral cottage.
There is a clear stream in front of the cottage, and next to it is a beautiful garden surrounded by a fence.
It is a very simple Chinese-style building, but it gives people a comfortable and quiet feeling, just like picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely gazing at the southern mountains.
There is also a small wooden horse and a small swing in the painting.
This is Mom's favorite dream home.
Although the brushstrokes were childish, they revealed the mother's yearning for painting at that time.
Leisurely, quiet, warm and artistic.
Song Wanwan spoke, looking at the uncle in front of him with astonishment.
"Sir, did I say something wrong?"
Song Wanwan was a little surprised. Why did this older uncle look at her with such a stunned expression?
"Your name is Song Wanwan?"
Chen Boming took a look at Song Wanwan’s work ID.
In the name column, the name "Song Wanwan" was written in a delicate running script.
His surname is also Song.
"Yeah." Song Wanwan also lowered his eyes and glanced at his work ID.
Chen Boming.
As the name suggests, he does have a bit of the literary air.
But this name seems familiar...
Song Wanwan's eyes lit up and he remembered.
"Are you Professor Chen from the Department of Architecture at University A?"
It is my mother’s alma mater.
It is also the highest-ranking institution of architecture in the country.
Rong Luchi also graduated from University A.
This exhibition and this manor were designed by him.
"Does Miss Song know this designer?"
"Yes, she's my mother, a truly amazing designer."
Song Wanwan took a look at the work.
Even if it is not the most stunning one here, in her heart, it is the best one.
Chen Boming looked at her eyebrows and smile.
His eyes were a little red.
Song Wanwan saw that he was speechless and choked up, obviously saddened by the scene.
"Professor Chen, do you know my mother?"
Professor Chen is about the same age as my mother, so maybe he is an acquaintance of hers.
"Yes, I do. Like you, I think she's a great designer."
Chen Boming shifted his gaze from Song Wanwan's face to the exhibition of works behind her.
"Professor Chen, Young Master Rong is looking for you again."
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