Chapter 145 Visit
Cong Chun came to the terrace to get some fresh air. The moonlight was exceptionally beautiful tonight, with a cool crescent moon hanging in the sky.
The banquet was filled with the aroma of fine wines, and even those who didn't drink were bound to feel a little tipsy. The cool night breeze dispelled the discomfort in the boy's mind.
Cong Chun leaned against the terrace, his hair flying freely in the wind. Tonight he was dressed in a sharp suit, but at this moment, he recalled sitting on the edge of a field, wearing a vest and feeling the wind.
In my memory, the wind carried the scent and warmth of ripe wheat waves, exuding a mellow fragrance.
Cong Chun disliked the taste of alcohol. Then, the boy suddenly thought of something, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
The next second, Cong Chun inadvertently lowered his eyes and saw something he shouldn't have seen.
Below the terrace lies the hotel's back garden, where two foreign men are kissing amidst the overlapping flower bushes. They seem to be intentionally hiding behind the flowers to conceal themselves.
Unfortunately, from the angle above, everything was clearly visible: two foreign men were kissing passionately, and one of them even reached out his strong, powerful hand to lift up the other man's clothes and slip it inside his back.
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of obvious panic flashed in the boy's eyes.
Cong Chun quickly turned his back. The boy leaned against the railing of the terrace, his chest rising and falling slightly. He was feeling a bit flustered and uneasy.
Cong Chun described the feeling that didn't appear in his heart as somewhat strange.
A few minutes later, Cong Chun turned her head and secretly glanced at the two men in the flower bushes, who were still kissing.
The boy, like a frightened little dog, tentatively turned his head, then quickly turned back.
For the first time, Cong Chun felt a sense of blame; when would this end?
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun looked up again, and it seemed as if another person's figure appeared before him.
(Chun, what are you daydreaming about?)
Cong Chun shook his head, beginning to wonder if he was drunk, as his mind was becoming somewhat unclear.
It wasn't until Bai Xun came looking for someone that Cong Chun gradually forgot about the two men kissing.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun returned to the hotel. Inside the elevator, the boy's eyes widened slightly. He recognized the two men in the same elevator as him as the two who had just kissed in the flower bushes.
Cong Chun dared not look around and stood alone in a corner, trying to minimize his presence.
He could only hear the two of them speaking in hushed tones, but he didn't know what they were whispering about.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a very clear F word, which should be "husband".
Men can marry each other, right?
That night, after returning home, lying on the comfortable and soft bed in the hotel, Cong Chun had a dream. It was a rare dream, full of splendor and fantasy. In his dream, he was lying on the table like a puppy.
The boy unconsciously tightened the blanket beneath him. The next day, Cong Chun groggily opened his eyes as his cell phone rang.
Cong Chun buried her face in the blanket in frustration, determined not to let the young master know.
He Cong Chun is a bad kid.
I drew back the curtains to find the sky overcast and a continuous drizzle falling from the sky.
Cong Chun changed out of his suit and back into his usual clothes; he was going to visit a construction company today.
The architecture firm AM is headquartered in Paris. The firm frequently exhibits large-scale art installations at art fairs in the city or organizes global architecture competitions.
Moreover, AM's team consists of young architects from all over the world, and over the past fifty years, they have participated in the development of countless projects, such as university libraries, churches in other countries, urban complexes, and public buildings.
Cong Chun was going to visit the project design section, which he would most likely be involved in in the future. The design draft that was selected last time was about public facilities in Paris, which was to reflect humanistic care.
When Cong Chun arrived at the hotel after getting off the plane the day before yesterday, the person in charge of AM Company gave him a temporary employee card that allowed him free access to the company.
The boy wore a royal blue ribbon around his neck with a temporary employee card attached, allowing Cong Chun free access to visit AM headquarters.
AM's headquarters is an oval-shaped building with interior furnishings arranged haphazardly, using geometric shapes to create a space that integrates work and rest.
Cong Chun's first stop was the design and research department.
This is an experience you can't get at school. Cong Chun is extremely grateful that he participated in that architectural design competition, which gave him the opportunity to come here.
Outside the corridor stood an unfamiliar Eastern face. He quietly peered through the glass door and saw young architects from all over the world inside, each with innovative ideas and concepts.
Someone inside noticed him. Cong Chun, who was outside in the corridor, glanced at his temporary employee card again and warmly invited him in for a visit.
It was learned that Cong Chun had won an architectural design award held online by AM, and a group of people enthusiastically surrounded him.
It's worth noting that AM's internal architectural designers can also participate in this competition. Although they all have their own work to do, there are still a few "professional players" participating.
However, it was said that the design that won the gold medal in this competition came from a student who was still in school. At that time, they were indeed "talking about it with great interest" and sighed that they were getting old and that young people had more ideas.
We'll be having a meeting in the conference room on the second floor later, where the top three winners of the competition will present their design concepts.
The boy in front of them looked young, but he was able to complete such creative and imaginative design drafts, which was completely unexpected.
Just then, Luo Xiaoer, who had been making a phone call outside, returned. He saw Cong Chun's unfamiliar face and greeted him warmly.
At this moment, it was Cong Chun who was somewhat stunned.
Because the person in front of me, Luo Xiaer, was one of the protagonists in last night's kissing incident, and the two of them even rode in the same elevator.
Luo Xiaer is from France. He is a handsome man with deep-set eyes and a head of brilliant blond hair. He has a great sense of style and loves to go to various fashion weeks.
Cong Chun was somewhat surprised, but then he realized it made perfect sense; AM Company would definitely invite its employees to the banquet.
Soon, everyone was notified to gather in the conference room on the second floor.
Among the top three who received invitations from AM Company this time, besides Cong Chun, the second place was a girl from Country Y.
The third place went to AM's own designer, Finai.
The two went up one after another to explain their design concepts. When it was Fina's turn, the man had a cold face and frequently looked at Cong Chun with some disdain.
The entry threshold for their line of work is quite high, and family background is a key factor in whether a project manager will accept a design. He guessed that Cong Chun's family probably paid money to enhance his resume.
Immediately after Finai finished her speech in a cold tone, it was Cong Chun's turn to go on stage.
The company has no dress code for its employees. Cong Chun was dressed casually today, and the young man calmly introduced his design concept.
Because this project is located in downtown Paris, it serves not only local residents but also tourists from all over the world, so it needs to reflect local characteristics.
Cong Chun stood on the stage. The boy had a calm expression and a gentle tone, and spoke fluent foreign language.
The project is called "Garden of Light," a courtyard filled with light in the city.
(The Court of Light)
"The inspiration mainly comes from the stone facades of Ottoman architecture and the natural light and shadow flowing through the city."
“Curved roofs can be made of frosted glass, creating a dynamic curved surface that is blown by the wind.”
"The semi-transparent roof and side windows allow light and shadow to fall at different times of the day."
"The lower half of the building uses light gray limestone, echoing the streets of Paris."
"To provide a temporary haven for the souls of local residents and travelers."
Although there are still some issues between the idea and the actual implementation, Cong Chun has considered the idea and feasible building materials from many aspects, such as using ETFE membrane material or frosted glass for the roof.
These are other design proposals, but they don't clearly show the details. It's clear that Cong Chun put a lot of effort into this design.
After the meeting, someone called out to Cong Chun from behind; it was Luo Xiaer.
The man strode over, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Yesterday I accidentally saw two men kissing, and as a result, I had that dream last night.
Recalling the young master's actions in the dream, and his own reaction, Cong Chun felt his ears burning.
Cong Chun wasn't completely ignorant; however, during his school years, he spent all his time reading and studying, and in his spare time, he would paint. Cong Chun also helped with farm work at home, leading a very fulfilling life.
This was the first time he had noticed his body's reaction. Cong Chun blinked. He sat on the bed in the morning, unusually lingering in bed for a while, and couldn't help but wonder if this was his physiological need.
But the person in my dream had such a clear face, how could it be the young master?
Cong Chun was completely baffled, but seeing Luo Xiaer brought the matter back to mind.
Luo Xia'er's emerald green eyes held a hint of a smile, and his tone was somewhat teasing.
"You saw it all last night?"
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