Hmm—
The phone vibrates.
On WeChat, Mu Tingyun sent her the address of a high-end luxury brand.
This was followed by a text message: [After work, can I take you over to try out the new models that just arrived? ]
The Mu family is a wealthy and prominent family with many rules and requirements. They also have strict regulations on women's dress when holding family banquets.
Short skirts that expose the knees are not allowed to be worn, as Mu Tingyun's father believes that legs are a relatively private part of the body.
Chen He: [Okay, my grandma is also at the studio, how about we have dinner together tonight?]
Mu Tingyun: [Then I'll make the arrangements. We'll go try on clothes tomorrow night.]
When it was almost time to get off work, Mu Tingyun's driver came to the studio in advance to pick up Chen He and Su Jin.
He said, "Miss Shen, President Mu was delayed by something and can't come to pick you and the old man up in person. I'll take you to the hotel first, and President Mu will be there later."
"Trouble."
Chen He helped Su Jin into the car and was taken to a high-end private restaurant by the driver.
The restaurant is hidden behind a skyscraper.
The gate looked ordinary, with a lantern hanging on each side. A wooden door lintel was hung on the main door, with two words written on it with a brush:
Enjoy the taste.
Chen He was staring at the two words in a trance when Mu Tingyun came over.
As the weather got warmer, he took off his suit jacket and hung it on his arm. He rolled up his shirt to reveal his strong forearms and a watch on his wrist that was worth a house.
"Hello, grandma."
After greeting Su Jin, Mu Tingyun noticed that Chen He was very interested in the words on the door lintel and took the initiative to explain its origins: "This word is the work of the young calligraphy master Ye Xingren."
"Do you know the Night Walker?"
"I don't know, but this character is indeed well written." It has both elegance and unruliness and wildness.
Through these words, Chen He could vaguely imagine the image of a night walker.
He must be a person who is naturally proud and unruly.
Seeing that Mu Tingyun seemed to recognize Night Walker, Chen He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Do you know Teacher Night Walker?"
Mu Tingyun deliberately played it off: "Not only do I know him, you know him too. Guess who it is."
Does she know him?
"How old?"
Mu Tingyun: "He's only a few years older than us, very young."
Or a very young gentleman?
A pair of cold eyes suddenly popped up in Chen He's mind, and his heart trembled slightly.
Pursing her red lips, Shen He said hesitantly, "Could it be your uncle?"
Mu Tingyun was very surprised and nodded, saying, "You guessed it right. You are really smart."
Chen He was just saying it casually, but he didn't expect that it would be like a blind cat catching a dead mouse, and he guessed right.
"Although my uncle didn't join the calligraphy association, he has always been a legend in the calligraphy world."
"When he was young, he was a leader in my country's youth calligraphy group. He was best at Ouyang Xun's calligraphy style and was hailed as the successor of Ouyang Xun's calligraphy style. He was highly respected by young calligraphers."
"It wasn't until he was 23 that someone accidentally discovered he was the mysterious landscape painting master Night Walker. He quickly became famous."
"And Night Walker had already been famous for ten years before that."
In other words, when Song Jingcheng was only 13 years old, his landscape paintings were recognized by the entire calligraphy community.
How amazing is this!
"Your uncle is amazing." Shen He thought for a moment and said, "At that time, many people must have wanted to get to know your uncle."
Mu Tingyun summed up the grand scene in one sentence: "The threshold of the Song family was worn down during that period."
That was really lively.
"They say there are 36 professions and every profession has its own top talent, and your uncle is an expert at every one of them. His genes are truly heaven-defying."
Mu Tingyun had a blind admiration for Song Jingcheng. Upon hearing this, he said, "My uncle has such good genes, he really should have more children. It's a pity that his health is getting worse and worse. I'm afraid he won't be able to have children in this lifetime."
Chen He thought to himself: Don’t worry, my dear nephew, I will try my best to have a good baby with your uncle as soon as possible.
I hope that by then, you won't regret what you said today.
"Okay, let's go inside with grandma and sit down and talk."
Mu Tingyun was very caring towards Su Jin and helped Su Jin into the restaurant.
*
The restaurant is simply decorated. The yard is paved with flagstones, with several tea tables and a pomegranate tree planted in the southeast corner.
It is early spring now, and the pomegranate trees have sprouted new buds, looking full of vitality.
Seeing Chen He standing in the yard in a trance, Mu Tingyun thought it was her first time here, so he told her: "The owner of this restaurant is surnamed Xie."
"However, my uncle is the investor of this store."
"Don't be fooled by the ordinary decoration of this restaurant, it never lacks business."
Who comes here to eat just for the food itself?
That was all to curry favor with Song Jingcheng.
But this is not the first time Shen He has come here.
In his previous life, a few days before Song Jingcheng passed away, he specially hosted a banquet here to entertain Chen He.
Only Shen He was invited.
Although Chen He felt strange, he still changed into appropriate clothes and came to the hotel on time for the appointment.
Shen He still remembered what happened that day.
It was early October, the weather was a little chilly. Song Jingcheng was wearing a smoky gray suit, his body was as thin as a stick, and he looked frail sitting in a wheelchair.
Perhaps it was a last burst of energy, the face that always looked pale and weak was now unusually glowing with rosy light.
He sat in front of the pomegranate tree, his face more charming than the rosy pomegranates.
As soon as Chen He walked into the yard, she ran into a man sitting in a wheelchair, holding a stack of documents and reading them. She was a little dazed at the time.
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