On this day, You Mingxu was in a good mood and felt a sense of complete release. She thought: This is actually an interesting thing. Is it that the evil genes are flowing in my body, so I love to punish evil? Or is it because I punish evil so often that I have become a little evil and willful?
Luo Yu is a smart man and never caused any trouble from beginning to end.
When it was time to get off work, You Mingxu's cell phone rang on time. Now, every time he received a call from Yin Feng, You Mingxu would pause for a moment.
"Hello?"
"Are you off work?"
"Yeah, almost there."
"I sent a car to pick you up at the door." Yin Feng said, "I'll wait for you at my house. Ah Xu, it's fun here, come quickly, I have a lot to show you."
After hanging up the phone, You Mingxu couldn't help but smile. After sitting quietly for a while, I picked up my bag and left work.
There was a Bentley parked in front of the police station, which attracted a lot of people's attention even though it was quiet. You Mingxu frowned and quickly got into the car, thinking that this guy used to be really extravagant and ostentatious.
It was agreed yesterday that Chen Feng would take him back to his home today to familiarize him with the signing process and practice the piano. You Mingxu agreed to go over and take a look.
The driver in the front seat was a tall, stocky fat man wearing a black driver's uniform. He was serious and didn't say a word the entire time. It was as if You Mingxu was the only one in the car. Just say goodbye to them when you meet someone trying to cut in your way on the road. The driver stepped on the accelerator and chased after him in silence. He has a very bad temper.
You Mingxu looked up and said, "Slow down, safety first."
Then I saw the driver gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the speed slowly decreased.
You Mingxu had heard from Chen Feng before, and he had also looked it up on the Internet, that Yin Feng had already established a company and owned a considerable business empire. The people around him have followed him for many years. You Mingxu suddenly felt a little curious about having such an impulsive, irritable, dull and stiff driver by his side and being responsible for his driving safety. The former Yin Feng was quite interesting.
After driving for more than half an hour, we were almost in the suburbs. I saw that it was surrounded by mountains and forests with endless green trees. We turned into a neatly maintained and quiet path and gradually entered a garden. It turns out that this is a low-key and large villa area. Moreover, the walls of each household are very high, so you can't see inside, and they occupy a lot of land.
When you reach the deepest part, you can see two palace-style gates open from afar, and a white marble drive leading in.
You Mingxu only needed to take one look at her and thought: Yin Feng and she are really not from the same world.
Another thought flashed through my mind: Why wasn’t he a poor little writer before? Or instead of building some cultural or commercial empire, isn't it also good to just be a writer?
The driver parked the car in a garage not far from the door, opened the door for her, and gestured for her to go in by herself. You Mingxu smiled at him: "Thank you."
The driver managed to force a smile on his thick, hard face. You Mingxu had met so many people that he felt at first glance that although his smile was stiff and he was not good at expressing himself, his smile was still quite sincere.
Yin Feng in the past must have also been aware of this.
A white path runs across the garden in the yard. At this time, the sun was setting and the whole yard was bathed in soft light. There was a gardener, standing among the flowers, working on the garden. He was wearing dark blue overalls, bib gloves and a sun hat, and was holding a huge pair of scissors. Noticing footsteps, he looked up and met You Mingxu's eyes.
He was a man in his early forties, with a thin face and a tired look, but he looked very handsome and elegant.
You Mingxu nodded to him.
He lowered his head and continued pruning the branches.
You Mingxu didn't care and continued walking forward, looking around habitually. She suddenly realized that this vast garden, or flower field, looked strange. In my impression, these flower fields should be trimmed neatly, regularly, and even symmetrically. But the color of the entire flower field in front of me is dark in the east and light in the west. Yellow, dark blue, light blue, and dark purple flowers and plants are scattered around in no regular pattern.
She stopped and looked at it for a while, and finally she understood what it looked like: it looked like a painting. If the earth is oil paper, then the clusters and patches of flowers and plants are the colors painted by the painter. You know what, the artistic sense is quite strong.
You Mingxu glanced at the silent and listless gardener's back again and thought that one really cannot judge a person by his appearance. Or maybe this gardener has taken on the same air as the owner of the house, with a bit of an artistic temperament that relies on his talent.
We walked through the flower fields and arrived in front of the four-story mansion. You Mingxu could only see that the house was designed with a sense of art. It was all white, with rounded lines and asymmetrical heights. Yet it was unexpectedly integrated, much like a museum.
There are many fruit trees planted around the house, several of which are peach trees, which are now full of fruits and are very tempting. There is also a fish pond on the side, surrounded by flowers, plants, trees and stones. An old man with gray hair was squatting beside the fish pond, cleaning some tools. He was wearing a straw hat, a vest and shorts. He looked up and saw You Mingxu. He immediately stood up and a very humble smile appeared on his dark face.
You Mingxu was slightly stunned.
The police are very familiar with a certain type of people. The way they stand and the subconscious tenseness of their limbs cannot be completely erased even after many years away from prison. The old man in front of me, who is in his early fifties, has a similar temperament.
You Mingxu looked at him twice. He seemed to sense something as well. He lowered his head with the back of his neck stretched straight. You Mingxu walked into the house calmly and thought: I wonder if Yin Feng knows that this is a prisoner who has been released after serving his sentence. Then he felt relieved: With the fox Chen Feng here, he must know everything. This isn't a bad thing.
When he walked into the lobby on the first floor, You Mingxu was surprised. Because there is a sign in the middle of the living room: "Yin Feng Studio". Looking up, there are seven or eight rooms on the first floor, with signs hanging on the doors: "Art Design", "Planning", "Editing", "Commercial Promotion"... In other words, Yin Feng, who used to work as a studio, moved his studio to his home? But at this moment, the doors of most rooms were closed or open, with no one inside.
"Hello, are you here to visit Teacher Yin too?" a voice asked behind me.
You Mingxu turned around and saw a tall, thin, fair-skinned young man with a pair of thin black-framed glasses and a handsome face. Those eyes are very bright and very clear, so you will notice them at first glance.
The young man was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He carried a drawing board on his back and held a large basket of fruit in his hands. He looked at You Mingxu with curiosity.
You Mingxu: “Yeah.”
The young man looked up at the building and said, "Everyone in the company was worried sick when he got into trouble. Now that he's back, it's great to have a book signing event. The people in our department insisted that I send a fruit basket over as their representative."
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