The resort hotel is not in the city, you have to take a plane first, and then drive for two hours to get there.

However, although the journey is a bit difficult, the scenery of the resort hotel is really good.

It is autumn, and the mountains are full of beauty.

The lush trees are left to be green, and the yellow has also been stained with autumn bleakness. Occasionally there is an orange-red color that is more beautiful than the sunset, accompanied by the clear lake and the vast sky, which makes people feel refreshed and reluctant to leave.

When Jian Jing saw such a beautiful scenery, she immediately put aside her depression about interrupting her work and praised sincerely: "Living here is really no different from a fairyland."

Kang Mucheng said: "Well, it's not easy to delay the manuscript."

Jian Jing: "..."

The resort hotel is at the westernmost part of the town, across a lake. No matter which room you open the door, you can have a close contact with nature.

The host was the owner of the resort hotel, Chang Huajia, who was also President Kang's friend.

She was about forty years old, with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but her figure was still very slim. She wore a silk printed shirt and jeans. If you didn't look at her face, it would be easy for people to mistake her for a college student in her early twenties.

"Mucheng." Chang Huajia held a lady's cigarette between her fingers, her eyes narrowed, "It's been a long time since we last met."

Kang Mucheng nodded politely, "Sister Chang."

"Did you bring your girlfriend?" she asked.

Kang Mucheng said, "This is a young person in our club. I brought her here to see the world. Jingjing, this is Chang Huajia." Jianjing

greeted politely.

Chang Huajia looked at her and smiled, "What a pretty girl. Come in, it's windy outside." She called the girl in the room, "Xiaotian, come here."

"Hey, okay, teacher." A girl with a ponytail trotted out.

"This is President Kang, take them to Xingye and Yiwei." Chang Huajia waved her hand, "Mucheng, come over when you're settled, and we can chat together."

Kang Mucheng nodded in agreement.

Oda led them out the door and turned left, walked to a two-story small house next to it, and introduced: "There are three buildings here. The one on the far right is Monet, the one in the middle is Da Vinci, and this is Van Gogh."

Starry Night and Iris Tail were naturally the room numbers. The two rooms were adjacent to each other and had the same layout, with a double bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a separate bathroom. Jian

Jing put down her luggage, washed up a little, and went to the Da Vinci building in the middle with Kang Mucheng to meet other guests.

Painter Chang was well-known in the industry and had many friends. Some of them were busy and came to sit for an afternoon and then left, while others were free and simply stayed and talked with friends every day and enjoyed the natural scenery.

At this moment, there were two strangers sitting in the living room.

"This is Xiao Xia brought by President Tao. Well, come to think of it, your publishing house has been very fond of signing young and pretty girls in the past two years." Chang Huajia joked as he introduced her.

Kang Mucheng said coldly, "Writers look at talent, not appearance."

His words were impolite, and Jian Jing couldn't help but glance at the introduced Xiao Xia. She was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with long wavy milk tea brown hair, delicate makeup, sweet looks, and a little familiar.

Thinking carefully, it is not difficult to remember her identity.

Xia Xing, known as the sweet little queen, is a romance writer promoted by Morning Star Publishing House. The sales of her books have always dominated the top three of the romance novel list.

As for President Tao...if I guessed correctly, he should be the editor-in-chief of Morning Star Publishing House.

It's incredible, the two competitors have collided.

"Mr. Kang is really good at flattering people. I feel unworthy of it." The girl, who was silently dubbed as Xia Tianxin by Jian Jing in her heart, waved her hands and responded with a smile, "I write light love stories to add some spice to daily life. But I am quite proud of myself. Not everyone can make people buy into my words."

This was said humbly and sincerely, and with the sharpness of a young man, and the level was extremely high.

Kang Mucheng glanced at her and didn't bother with the little girl.

Chang Huajia's eyes moved, and then introduced the lazy tall and thin man next to him: "This is Eddie, the model."

"Hello." Eddie yawned, as if he was still hungover and his face was full of sleepiness.

Chang Huajia seemed to be used to his situation: "You should drink less, at least before dinner, I hope you can be more energetic."

"I am like this during my vacation." Eddie waved his hand, not caring at all.

Chang Huajia said no more and turned to the bar: "What do Mr. Kang and the kids drink?"

"Coffee." Kang Mucheng glanced at Jian Jing and answered for her, "She too."

Chang Huajia crossed his arms: "I don't have coffee here, only wine, you can drink it if you want."

Kang Mucheng said: "Water is also fine."

"No." Chang Huajia walked out from behind the bar and sat down at the end farthest from him, with an expression that he didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Her apprentice Xiaotian observed her expression and quickly poured two glasses of lemonade: "Mr. Kang, Miss Jian, drink some water."

"Thank you." Jian Jing took the cup of water, but did not drink it. She asked softly, "Are there many guests? I think the house downstairs seems to be occupied."

Now it has become her instinct to observe the environment at any time and anywhere.

Xiaotian said: "Yes, they went out fishing with Xiaolu."

"Can you still fish here?" Jian Jing chatted with her in a low voice, "What kind of fish are there?"

"Yes, there is a reservoir in the mountains, which is very suitable for fishing and sketching." Xiaotian is an outgoing and enthusiastic person. He pulled out pictures from his mobile phone to show her. It is indeed a large and clear reservoir with beautiful scenery.

Jian Jing glanced at Chang Huajia and asked with a smile: "Do you often go there to sketch?"

Xiaotian nodded and asked her: "Do you want to go?"

"It's too tiring to rush today, let's go another day." Jian Jing stroked the water cup and smiled, "It would be a pity not to visit such a beautiful place."

She took this opportunity to open up a conversation, asking who named the resort hotel, and then asked if it was difficult to learn painting. She gradually became familiar with Xiaotian and got information about other people.

Chang Huajia has two disciples, one is Xiaotian and the other is Xiaolu. Mr. Tao and Xia Tianxin are guests, but Eddie is not.

He is Chang Huajia's "friend", the kind who accompanies him to sleep. He lives here for half a year throughout the year. He is not the owner, but he is like the owner.

And the remaining guests who go fishing with Mr. Tao and Xiaolu happen to have some conflicts with Jian Jing.

Writer Wu.

"They are friends?" Jian Jing was slightly surprised. It was hard for her to imagine the relationship between the two.

Xiao Tian turned aside and said lightly, "Writer Wu is a friend of my master." After a pause, he said, "My master passed away two years ago."

Jian Jing took out her mobile phone to search and found out that Chang Huajia's deceased husband was also a famous writer with a very distinctive pen name, Yang Guan. He was good at writing historical essays and novels, and was quite famous.

The avatar on the encyclopedia was a middle-aged man of some age. She calculated the years and months and found that he died at the age of 62.

Looking at the time of marriage, he had been married twice, once at the age of 21 and once at the age of 52. His second wife was Chang Huajia. When they got married, she was only 30 years old.

Writer Wu is 59 this year. It is not surprising to say that Yang Guan is his friend.

On the other side, Chang Huajia asked Kang Mucheng: "How many days do you plan to stay?"

"It depends on the situation. If there is nothing to do in the club, I can stay for two more days. If there is something to do, there is nothing I can do." Kang Mucheng remained calm .

Chang Huajia leaned back and leaned on the velvet sofa: "Is Sister Kang so busy? The burden is all on you."

"She always has things to do." Kang Mucheng said.

"That's right." She casually lifted her hair, smiled at Gu Pan, and was full of charm. "But since you're here, you can at least stay a few more days. There are many people who want to come here, but I haven't seen those who want to leave."

Kang Mucheng said, "The countryside may be nice, but I'm more accustomed to the city."

Chang Huajia asked back, "How do you know it's not good if you don't try it? People change." She turned her head and said to others, "When I was young, I loved to run around and couldn't settle down. Asking me to live in one place permanently is like cutting my flesh, which is painful. Now it's better. I'm old, and it's best not to move all year round."

Xia Tianxin smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with age. It's just that I'm bored of doing the same thing too much, so I naturally want to try a different life."

"Heh," Painter Chang shook off the ash and laughed, "How come the students trained by Old Tao are so sweet."

She glanced at Xiaotian, or at Jian Jing next to Xiaotian: "If my students were half as smart as you, I don't know how much less trouble I would have to put in."

Xiaotian's expression was a little embarrassed for a moment. But she didn't know if this had happened many times before, so she quickly adjusted herself and smiled apologetically: "The teacher has spent a lot of time on us."

"That's good to know." Painter Chang said lightly, "Don't stand there, bring your album to everyone. Although Mr. Kang is not as experienced as Mr. Tao, he is famous for his good vision."

Xiaotian's face showed some joy, and she took out a album from the bookshelf and handed it to Kang Mucheng: "Please correct and criticize, teachers."

Painter Chang is good at watercolor, and her students are naturally good at it too.

The sketchbook contains several carefully collected watercolor paintings, mainly natural scenery, with clear and beautiful brushstrokes.

Kang Mucheng read through the pages one by one, concentrating fully. Xiaotian wanted to ask him to say a few words, but once he got into work mode, his aura was quite terrifying. She hesitated to

speak and did not dare to interrupt. These few short minutes were really a great torture for her.

After a moment, Kang Mucheng finally raised his head and commented, "It's a beautiful painting."

Xiaotian's eyes showed some joy, and she couldn't help but look at the painter Chang. She put out the cigarette, picked up the cocktail on the table and took a sip, and asked, "Can it be published?"

"Yes." Kang Mucheng answered very happily, "Three thousand copies, 10%."

The cost of the sketchbook is high, and this is already a very realistic price for a newcomer.

Painter Chang said in a cold tone: "You don't think it's good?"

"Beauty is not a style." Kang Mucheng closed the album and returned it to Xiaotian, "The themes of your paintings are similar, but the style is very vague. You imitate this one and then imitate that one. You have no personal characteristics."

Xiaotian was stunned.

Kang Mucheng said: "You draw well. If you sign with our company, I will give you a higher price. But with your current level, it will take another two years to achieve artistic success."

Every publishing house has its own contracted painters, illustrations, covers, and theme albums, all at generous prices. But no matter how much money these people make, they can't be recognized by people in the art world.

Xiaotian hugged his album tightly, bit his lip, and said reluctantly: "Thank you, Mr. Kang."

"You're welcome."

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Xia Tianxin came out to the rescue again and said to Xiaotian, "Your paintings are very elegant and delicate, I like them so much. Can you sell me one? I just moved, and my bedroom is missing a painting to add the finishing touch."

Xiaotian shook his head and said dejectedly, "My paintings are not worth much."

"Buying a painting depends on fate. For a work like Teacher Chang, I can't have this 'fate' even if I spend all my money." Xia Tianxin was very shrewd, and she flattered them both, "I don't understand art, it's enough that I like it."

Xiaotian was coaxed by her and calmed down his expression: "I'll give it to you. Come to my studio and pick one for yourself."

The two girls walked away arm in arm.

Painter Chang looked at Jian Jing meaningfully and said, "Aren't you going? You were chatting so enthusiastically with Xiaotian just now, I thought you liked her paintings too."

Jian Jing: "There is no obvious causal relationship between getting along well and liking paintings."

"So, do you like it or not?" Painter Chang is a typical artist, who doesn't care about logic and pays more attention to feelings. "I want to hear what you young people think."

Jian Jing asked curiously, "Isn't our President Kang a young man?"

Kang Mucheng couldn't help laughing, "Middle-aged."

"People under 44 years old are considered young people, especially unmarried people." Jian Jing gave an example.

Painter Chang was very stubborn, "I want to hear your opinion."

Jian Jing raised her eyebrows. Socializing is a laborious job. If it is not necessary, she would rather stay in the corner and observe quietly, rather than speak meaningless social language.

But not being good at socializing does not mean that she cannot cope with it.

"Why? Am I important?" She turned defense into offense, refusing to obey easily.

Communication is sometimes socializing, and sometimes it is a secret war.

"It's just a casual question, don't you want to say it? What are your concerns?" Chang Huajia did not lose.

"What concerns? I am a layman, and I can't speak well. Will everyone laugh at me?" Jian Jing asked back as if confused, and then said, "Compared to other people's evaluation, the teacher's opinion is more important."

Painter Chang smiled. She skillfully took out a lady's cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it, and exhaled: "My opinion?" She said in a long, slightly strange tone, "What opinion can I have? I have no opinion."

Jian Jing: "..."

Forcefully ending the topic.

She immediately lost interest: "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?"

Eddie yawned and stood up like a boneless person: "I want to go too, come with me."

Jian Jing didn't want to have more contact with him, but her bladder was not doing well, so she had to follow him.

The location of the bathroom was confusing. She had to go through the living room, reach the corridor, and then go around a studio before she found the entrance.

She was about to thank him, but Eddie turned around and stood facing her.

Jian Jing was puzzled: "Is there something wrong?"

"Lisa has a rather selfish temper." Eddie's voice was hoarse, and his low tone tickled her eardrums. "It's okay if you go along with her. If you go against her, she will hold you back. But she doesn't mean any harm, she's just used to having others listen to her in everything."

Jian Jing nodded: "Thank you for the reminder."

Eddie shrugged and pushed open a small door next to him. In an instant, the greenery filled the eyes, and it turned out to be a very beautiful mountain scenery.

Jian Jing didn't care much and went straight to the bathroom.

When she came out, she saw Eddie still standing at the door, as if waiting for her.

"I see you don't want to go back to chat, do you want to go out for a walk?" He said, "From here, you can see a beautiful view."

Jian Jing really didn't want to go back to sit alone, but she felt that Eddie seemed to have other purposes, so she thought, "Okay."

When she came here, the weather was clear and the sky was blue. After staying in the house for a while, the sky became much gloomier. The cool mountain air blew in her face, carrying a bit of autumn chill.

While strolling, Eddie asked, "What do you think of the scenery here?"

Jian Jing said sincerely, "It's very good."

"That's because it's your first time here," Eddie said, "Come here once or twice occasionally to relax, but if you come here every year, everyone will get tired of it."

This was very interesting, and Jian Jing couldn't help asking, "If you don't like it, why do you still come?"

"Birds raised at home have to return to their cages on time, even if they like to fly somewhere else," Eddie said leisurely, "Outside, there is no food that can be eaten without effort."