Chapter 8 After the Rain "My wife is smart."...
The boy in the front seat blushed and smiled awkwardly: "I... am speaking from the heart."
The listener can tell whether what he is saying is true or not. The way he looks at you and the tone of his voice make you feel uncomfortable.
That compliment sounded more like a hooligan whistling at the opposite sex on the street.
Song Jili took off his mask slowly and was not in a hurry to answer.
The boy felt an invisible pressure squeezing him from all sides, and hurriedly looked at Cheng Feng for help.
Cheng Feng's focus was entirely on the way the man addressed Chen Cheng.
Is she married?
Other students around also noticed the movement here, stretched their necks to take a look, and the whispers mixed together to form a noise.
Before Chen Cheng could interrupt, Professor Zhou, who was sitting in the front row, came over and said with a smile, "The seat reserved for you is in the front. Why are you sitting here?"
The students were surprised as to what kind of man he was that the tutor would address him with respect.
Moreover, this person has a close relationship with Chen Cheng.
"What's the point of sitting with you?" Song Jili tightened his hand on Chen Cheng's shoulder slightly, indicating an obvious move.
Professor Zhou certainly knew the purpose of Young Master Song taking a long-distance train, but he would also miss the meaning. When he received the call last night, he really mistakenly thought that Song Jili was interested in art and found it novel. Later, when he learned the reason, he thought he was overthinking and there was someone else who was interested.
"The front is more spacious, you and...Xiaocheng can go there together." Professor Zhou thought about it and didn't say anything fancy like calling her Madam or Madam.
It was he who decided to recruit Chen Cheng first, and he had no idea that she and Song Jili were husband and wife.
The old lady of the Song family often attended his art exhibitions, and he would give her some face just by saying hello. There was no need for Chen Cheng to personally send a resume to interview for his training class.
Having been involved in social situations for many years, he still had some sense of the world. He didn't act exaggeratedly deferentially and spoke to Chen Cheng naturally in the tone of a teacher.
Chen Cheng was quite concerned about Professor Zhang Zhou's attitude and didn't want to cause any trouble. Seeing that he was as friendly as before and didn't force himself to be enthusiastic for Song Jili's sake, he felt much more relieved.
"Are you going?" Song Jili asked.
Chen Cheng looked around and saw that some people had glanced over here five or six times just to watch the show.
The journey was so long, and she didn't want to be noticed all the way, so she stood up.
Song Jili also stood up. His height of 1.84 meters made them breathe heavily. They dared not pay any more attention to him and pretended to be busy.
After receiving Professor Zhou's signal, Cheng Feng stood up and rearranged the seats, leaving two window seats in the same row as Professor Zhou.
Chen Cheng passed by the seat, but did not sit down immediately and walked out of the carriage.
He walked with a gust of wind, and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood.
Song Jili followed her casually with his hands in his pockets. Seeing that she had no intention of stopping, he said, "The smoking area is in front. That's it."
Chen Cheng turned around and said in sign language: I can hear you.
The gestures were simple enough that even people who couldn't read could guess roughly what she meant by pointing at her ears and the direction of the carriage.
There were several middle-aged men in the smoking area, and the smell could be smelled from a distance. Song Jili frowned in disgust, not wanting Chen Cheng to be contaminated by the smell of nicotine.
He folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and spoke in a soft voice, with a hint of coaxing: "I'll speak softly, okay?"
Chen Cheng thought for a while and nodded.
"Come here." Song Jili tilted his chin slightly and pointed to the position next to him.
I didn't want to go over, but the place where he was standing was a recessed area and would not block the aisle.
She walked over reluctantly.
The train was an ordinary old-fashioned one, and the space was very crowded. When they reached the position he designated, the two of them could not pass each other, and there was only a palm's distance between them.
It was blocked on three sides, and she felt like she was trapped in a corner. His breath infected her inch by inch, and she couldn't escape.
The black currant and tea scent of Fougere is steady and ambiguous, with a hint of chill, crisp and elegant, as if you can smell the coldness of thick snow, and when it penetrates into your lungs, you seem to feel the lingering tenderness of the past.
A fragrance that suits his temperament very well, which makes Chen Cheng's heart beat faster, and he raised his hand to stop him from going any further.
She typed in her memo, "Why are you here?"
Song Jili was not at all flustered by the interrogation, and said with a sneer, "Miss Chengzi, should I ask you and your family what you said first?"
Thinking of the lame lie, Chen Cheng's face turned red and white, and he looked at Song Jili with a wary look.
"Stop, stop." Song Jili was worried that she really thought he was a bad guy, so he ignored him and made his position clear: "Didn't you say you would go to Tibet with me for a trip? You've already said it, it wouldn't be good if I didn't come, right?"
Chen Cheng was not confused by him and typed: "You know, but there is no need to come."
Song Jili found it funny. It seemed that she really treated him as a tool.
"No, they will definitely tell my family. What if they find out I'm in Jiangdu?" Song Jili found a legitimate reason to stay.
Chen Cheng: "It would be nice if you weren't in Jiangdu."
Song Jili leaned forward, looked around at her fair little face, and smiled: "My wife is smart."
Not used to his overly intimate way of addressing her, Chen Cheng glared at him, but couldn't say no to him calling her wife.
"Don't worry, I won't disturb you. I'm going to talk about business." Song Jili rubbed her head, making it slightly messy.
Chen Cheng stepped back, casually combed her hair with her hands, and showed a dissatisfied expression.
The phone vibrated, and the message showed that Chen Aoshuang had called him on video. Chen Cheng panicked, fearing that his lie would be exposed.
"Do you want me to pick you up?" Song Jili asked.
Chen Cheng hesitated for a while, but decided to answer the call himself.
After being ignored for a few days, Chen Aoshuang took the initiative to call her, wanting to mend their relationship. How could she avoid him?
Chen Cheng answered the call, and after the image stabilized, he explained using sign language: The carriage is crowded, so I'll have to go out to the corridor to connect.
Chen Aoshuang's eyes did not fall on Chen Cheng, but looked at the scene behind her: "Are you on the train? Let me see."
Whenever she went out alone, Chen Aoshuang would call her from time to time to ask about her situation. She felt that Chen Aoshuang was watching her very seriously. She thought that she was being ignored recently and no one would ask about her schedule, but she didn't expect that she would get a call from Chen Aoshuang to check on her less than half a day after she left Beijing.
Chen Cheng switched the camera, scanned the area, and was about to stop when Chen Aoshuang asked, "Where is the kid from the Song family?"
Song Jili held Chen Cheng's hand, pointed the camera at himself, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Shen, good morning to you."
Chen Ao Shuang still had no good temper towards Song Ji Li, and only said: "She is not in good health, take good care of her."
Song Jili took the phone and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of her."
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'm hanging up." Chen Aoshuang said and hung up.
Chen Cheng took the phone and looked at the off screen, feeling a little disappointed.
There was no negotiation, just a routine inspection.
Song Jili saw the slight sadness on her face and asked jokingly, "What do you think, should I come with you?"
Chen Cheng typed in his memo: "Thank you, I will handle it myself in the future."
Although he was obviously sad, he still thanked politely and did not get angry. He was really well behaved.
Chen Cheng didn't notice that there was a subtle change in the way the man looked at her.
After tidying up, move out of the narrow space.
My shoulders were suddenly grabbed.
Song Jili pulled her back to him and used his hands to carefully fix her hair: "Don't move."
Chen Cheng really didn't move.
Song Jili rubbed her earlobe with his thumb, felt the heat higher than her normal body temperature, and deliberately teased: "Good girl."
This time Chen Cheng really pushed him away, leaving behind only his angry and embarrassed back.
Hearing Song Jili's muffled laughter, she turned around and glared at him.
Unfortunately, the warnings did not work.
Chen Cheng sat down by the window, and everyone's gossipy eyes kept looking at her, making her feel uncomfortable.
Song Jili never came back, and Chen Cheng didn't know where he went. When they were almost at the station, he returned to his seat with a laptop in his hand.
The chartered car was waiting at the exit early, and Cheng Feng organized everyone to get on the car in an orderly manner.
Professor Zhou and Song Jili were walking at the back. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, I could only see Professor Zhou’s increasingly brilliant smile.
"I have some impression that this person seems to be the grandson of Old Lady Song."
"Ah! Old Mrs. Song, now I know. She would buy a few paintings from every exhibition of the tutor. She is a loyal supporter."
Thinking about the relationship between Chen Cheng and Song Jili, the looks they gave her became subtle.
It turned out to be a related household.
"How could Mr. Song... marry her?"
For fear of being heard, he did not directly point out that she was dumb.
"It must be a family marriage that cannot be refused. Otherwise, how could he like this with so many beautiful women around him?"
Chen Cheng is indeed good-looking, but there are many women who are as good-looking and healthy as her. Apart from family marriage, I can't think of any other reason.
"But Mr. Song cares about her a lot, so he came with her."
"How can the marriage partner not care? At least you have to do a good job of prestige. It doesn't necessarily mean you have to follow her."
The male classmate pointed to a black luxury car not far away.
"Being able to marry into the Song family, her family... must be pretty powerful." The female classmate lowered her voice, not wanting to cause any trouble.
The looks that several people gave Chen Cheng became more complicated, and they decided that it would be better to keep a distance from her.
Chen Cheng felt the gazes falling on her back, and stood straight, pretending not to hear.
After waiting in the car for about seven minutes, Professor Zhou got in, sat in the front seat, and the door closed.
Song Jili is not going?
Chen Cheng turned his head to look out the window, not knowing what was going on, and searched for Song Jili's figure anxiously.
At the temporary parking intersection, a man in casual clothes pulled the co-pilot seat and chatted with Song Jili with a smile.
After a while, Song Jili lowered his body and got into the car.
The bus started to move away, and Chen Cheng could no longer see what happened behind.
Could it be that her words were taken to heart, so Song Jili didn't get in their car?
The thought only lasted a few seconds. She was not important to Song Jili so much that he had to follow her closely. She must have come to Zangdu for work.
Chen Cheng didn't think about it anymore and focused on the rest of the schedule.
The seven members of the team were all students of Professor Zhou and they had a close relationship as they had been classmates for several years. Chen Cheng could not fit into their small group and she could sense that they were not happy for her to join the group, so she tactfully chose not to join.
Sketching is also done by one person setting up a drawing board and painting silently.
Professor Zhou was very interested in Chen Cheng's paintings and came over to ask several times: "You have learned to hide colors very well, and you even use colors more boldly."
Chen Cheng smiled slightly without explaining.
"No, it's not possible to do this just by hiding the colors." Professor Zhou pondered over Chen Cheng's paintings, and finally attributed it to Chen Cheng's rich imagination.
The colors in her paintings are more layered and three-dimensional, with a sense of dreaminess and emptiness similar to that of Monet's paintings.
"Can you give me this painting?" Professor Zhou said with a smile, "It's cloudy today, and the colors they used can't escape black, gray and white, but your green and purple tones are very touching."
The others were distracted and eavesdropped on Professor Zhou's comments on Chen Cheng, their faces dull. The colors he used were indeed not bold enough, and the realism did not capture the essence of the painting.
Of course Chen Cheng was happy to give it as a gift and nodded in agreement immediately.
After talking about the major, Professor Zhou said: "We will have five days of intensive study and tomorrow we will go to a university for academic exchanges. If you don't like seminars, you can go to see Mr. Song."
Chen Cheng typed, "I want to listen to your lecture, too. No problem."
"That's fine. I've booked a room for you alone. You two can decide for yourself." Professor Zhou said and walked away happily.
Chen Cheng put down his paintbrush and hesitated for a long time before sending a message to Song Jili.
Chen Cheng asked: [How long did you stay in Tibet? ]
Five minutes later, Song Jili replied: [We have reached an agreement today, and we will sign the contract later.]
Chen Cheng: [Did you go back after signing the contract? ]
Song Jili: [Want to date me? ]
Chen Cheng wondered how could he be so shameless!
Song Jili: [I agreed. I'll go there later. Send me the address.]
Chen Cheng complained a few words in her heart, and finally sent him the location of the hotel. Not wanting to hear him teasing her, she put away her phone and concentrated on painting.
The sketching ended at six o'clock, and the group put their luggage in the car and went to a nearby shopping mall for dinner.
Professor Zhou had made an appointment with his good friends and did not go with them, so Chen Cheng was really walking alone at the end of the crowd.
There were so many tourists that Chen Cheng almost couldn't keep up several times.
We went to the supermarket before eating, and Chen Cheng was waiting at the door.
Cheng Feng turned around and found that Chen Cheng had not caught up, so he walked over to urge him: "There are so many people here, you should follow closely, we all have things to do, what if we don't notice you falling behind?"
Chen Cheng didn't want to cause any trouble, so he prepared himself mentally for a long time and then walked in.
Standing in front of the rows of shelves, Chen Cheng's eyes were stabbed and his head was dizzy.
Because of her four-color vision that is different from that of ordinary people, walking in a supermarket with multi-colored packaging bags is like an explosion of colors for her. Her brain cannot handle it and crashes.
Chen Cheng couldn't keep up with the team and groped his way out of the supermarket through the side door.
The picture was no longer shocking, but she didn't know where she was going.
She left a message to Cheng Feng, but he didn't respond for a long time. He probably forgot to check his phone.
Chen Cheng was a bit directionless and after walking for a few kilometers he felt like he was just going in circles.
She anxiously called the professor and Cheng Feng, but there was no answer.
She can't speak and doesn't dare to ask for help from passers-by easily, for fear of encountering someone with bad intentions.
She didn't dare to stand in one place for too long, for fear of being discovered as she was alone.
Chen Cheng could only bite the bullet and move forward, trying hard to recall the path he had just walked.
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Song Jili had just negotiated a big deal, and to thank his relatives and friends for helping to make the connection, he treated them to a meal.
In the middle of the conversation, a call came in on the phone next to me and the screen flashed.
Song Jili picked up the phone and said hello indifferently.
After explaining the situation to the other party, he picked up his coat and walked away.
The relatives and friends sitting next to him were surprised and asked, "Is Uncle Er going to get into trouble?"
Song Jili glared at him.
Is it polite? Ask him right away if he is in trouble.
He also has a bottom line, okay?
Besides, the old man's strength in swinging his cane hasn't changed at all over the years, it's still very strong. Even if someone is a jerk, he wouldn't dare to cause trouble at home when he goes out.
The relatives and friends who didn't understand the situation touched the back of their heads and said, "Look at how anxious he is. Could something really have happened?"
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