On Thursday, Jiang Xiaoli picked them up from the airport. Quan Wenyan and Ruan Jiajia spent two days in Huashan to complete their painting before returning directly to Xijing to catch their flight back to Kyoto.
Ruan Jiajia hugged her warmly, "Xiao Li, Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas!"
Seeing them sneezing one after another, she said with a sigh, "Are you two sure it's just a mild cold? Why don't you go to the hospital to get it checked out?"
Ruan Jiajia took her arm and said, "It's really nothing, we're fine. Come on, let's go to the hotel and I'll show you Ayan's work, it's so beautiful!"
Quan Wenyan patted the sketchbook she was carrying and said, "Is Jiayu busy with work today? I'd like to invite you all to take a look together."
She immediately called Zong Jiayu, and they arranged to meet at the hotel later.
Ruan Jiajia was especially excited along the way, "Xiao Li, China is so beautiful! Ayan and I have already decided to come back again next holiday!"
Jiang Xiaoli smiled and said, "At this rate, I think you'll be spending many holidays in China."
Quan Wenyan nodded. "Jiajia and I have considered this issue. We both want to live in China for two years after graduation."
She was somewhat surprised. "Are you serious?"
Ruan Jiajia affirmed, "It's so real! We'll both graduate next summer, and Ayan and I will hold an art exhibition in Chongqing. After that, we'll come and bother you!"
Jiang Xiaoli chuckled lightly, "You're welcome anytime."
When the three of them arrived at the hotel, Zong Jiayu was already there. "It's getting late, shall we have some food first?"
Quan Wenyan shook his head. "Let's go to the room first. Please give me your feedback on my painting."
He carefully opened the sketchbook, and a lifelike snow scene of Mount Hua was revealed to everyone.
In the scene, the wind dances and snow falls, the mountain is covered in silver, and it stands tall and majestic, looking down on all others. On the winding stone steps, two little figures wrapped in winter clothes huddle together for warmth.
Their first impression of the painting was one of awe. It vividly depicted the perilousness and grandeur of Mount Hua, with a lifelike quality comparable to a photograph, making viewers feel as if they were in a snowy wonderland.
Zong Jiayu slowly said, "Wenyan, I don't know how to analyze paintings, but your painting of the snow scene of Mount Hua has made me want to collect a painting for the first time."
Jiang Xiaoli nodded and said, "The overall tone of the painting is very cold, but the two people cuddling together also give people a sense of warmth. It's a wonderful feeling."
Quan Wenyan's brows relaxed. "Jiayu, Xiaoli, thank you for liking this painting. This is the best painting I've done in the past two years, and I plan to use it as my graduation project."
Zong Jia congratulated him, saying, "It seems you've had a very fruitful trip to China."
Ruan Jiajia then said with a smile, "And me too!"
She opened her sketchbook, revealing a work in a style completely opposite to Quan Wenyan's snow mountain painting.
This is a portrait of a robust middle-aged porter carrying two boxes of water on one end of his carrying pole and a basket of vegetables and rice on the other.
He was surrounded by wind and snow, and even his eyelashes were covered in a bit of white.
But he seemed very relaxed, with a bright smile on his face, as if he could melt away the wind and snow.
If Quan Wenyan's works are awe-inspiring, then Ruan Jiajia's works are heartwarming.
Jiang Xiaoli put her arm around Jiajia's shoulder and praised, "Jiajia, you're amazing! Your painting is incredibly moving!"
Quan Wenyan said with a smile, "This is the point that Jiajia is best at grasping, and it is also a very prominent personal characteristic of her works."
Ruan Jiajia was a little embarrassed, "Xiao Li, you're making me blush!"
She smiled and said, "Great painter, don't be shy, be proud!"
After showering him with compliments for a while, Zong Jiayu reminded him, "Let's go eat."
During the meal, Jiang Xiaoli asked, "Where are you planning to go next?"
Quan Yan replied, "We came back to Kyoto to say goodbye. Our parents have already returned to Luocheng. They know about my proposal to Jiajia. Our two families plan to have a good get-together for the New Year."
Zong Jia raised his glass in congratulations, saying, "This is wonderful news. Once your wedding date is set, you must invite the two of us to be witnesses."
Ruan Jiajia clinked glasses with Jiang Xiaoli, "Don't worry, I'll definitely invite you to the wedding!"
On the way home after dinner, Jiang Xiaoli suddenly asked, "Ayu, how's the recruitment progress for Brother Yuan?"
Zong Jia replied, "Two have already agreed to come after the New Year, while the other two are still hesitant. They both have shareholding entanglements in their original studios. If all else fails, we'll just acquire their studios."
She nodded. "Once we get everyone together, I think you could try inviting Quan Wenyan to be your art director. With him overseeing things, the game's visuals will definitely be amazing."
Zong Jia hesitated for a moment, "Well... I think he probably won't agree."
Jiang Xiaoli smiled and said, "After getting to know them, I think Quan Wenyan isn't a stubborn or rigid person. If it doesn't affect his personal artistic creation, why wouldn't he make money?"
“That’s true,” Zong Jiayu said with a smile. “It’s too early to talk about these things now. Let’s talk about it later.”
"Mmm," she replied with a low voice, and then fell silent.
Recently, she has been thinking about the relationship between the current "Vulcan", the "Vulcan" of the previous life in China, Quan Wenyan and Zong Jiayu.
She gradually came to a bold guess.
She didn't meet Zong Jia in her previous life. What would his life trajectory have been like?
He will be admitted to Tsinghua University to study computer science, and before graduating, he will receive a huge inheritance left to him by Chi Haiyao. Acquiring "Vulcan" and hiring Quan Wenyan?
Thinking of this, she suddenly laughed. If her guess was true, then wasn't this world a little too wonderful?
Despite all the twists and turns, everything continued to unfold according to the original trajectory.
Zong Jia parked the car and waved his hand in front of his wife's eyes as she grinned foolishly. "Little Pear, what are you thinking about that makes you so happy?"
Jiang Xiaoli snapped out of her reverie and flashed a big smile. "It's nothing, I just think life is so amazing, we can never guess what kind of people we'll meet."
Zong Jia chuckled lightly, "You mean we met Quan Wenyan and Ruan Jiajia in the United States this time?"
She smiled, neither admitting nor objecting, "Let's go, Mom called today and said the new sweater is finished, let's go take a look."
In the past, Li Guizhi knitted sweaters with plain stitches, mainly for a good fit and warmth.
However, in the past two years, she has been exposed to the internet and has seen many knitting techniques online. As she has been learning, she is now knitting more and more patterned sweaters.
To be honest, Jiang Xiaoli was a little taken aback by her mother's actions.
The milky white sweater is covered with layers of rose patterns, each rose in a different state, some in full bloom and some just buds.
She picked up Zong Jiayu's shirt again and looked at it. At first glance, it just looked like a regular braided pattern, but upon closer inspection, there was a small square every so often, resembling a computer screen.
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