The Perfect Hidden Marriage

The end of March 2016.

Spring seems to be coming.

Look, a little delicate green buds have sprouted on the bare branches; look, the peach blossoms are secretly exhaling their fragrance under the warm sunshine; look, the girls are dressed in colorful clothes, looking for fragrance in the spring...compensation...

There was a slender figure, wearing a pair of jeans and a thick hooded coat. The hood covered the head. He wore a mask on his face. The mask was a bit exaggeratedly large, covering most of his face and hands. He put it in his coat pocket, with a backpack on his back, and he was walking slowly on the park path.

She came to a fixed place, set up the easel in her backpack, fixed the drawing paper, and took the brush in her hand.

Hands shaking.

The drawn lines were not what she wanted.

The arc is not round enough and the straight line is not straight enough. If you hold it for a long time, your hands will get sore.

At first, I sketched a picture based on the scene of the garden in the middle of the street, but found that it was a bit powerless.

well!

When I started painting again, I felt that my painting skills were not as good as before.

After all, the person she is now is no longer the person she used to be.

However, compared to the first time I came here to paint, my painting in the past few days has improved a lot - in anything, you have to practice more on your own to make progress and development.

She put the painting she had just painted into her album, and then spread a piece of paper on the easel.

"Hey, you're here to sketch again!"

A young boy ran to her side. His smile was as bright as the sun.

It was a very contagious smile, which made her vaguely remember some old things.

There was once a man who always faced her with such a warm smile, which warmed her cold world, made her live again, and made her learn to love deeply again.

"Um."

She responded softly:

"You didn't go to work today?"

She had seen this boy many times, mostly on Saturdays and Sundays. His family should live nearby.

Anyone who can live nearby will have a good family background. In Shanghai, a place where land is at a premium, if you can own a one-story apartment in such a prime location, you can have this sign on your forehead: bourgeois.

Let me ask, who can afford to buy a land worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands per square meter without any financial resources?

Because the location is good, the scenery is also good.

This is the reason why she came here to sketch.

Of course, this is not the main reason.

"My internship period is over, and I am preparing to write my graduation thesis and find another job. However, it is difficult to find... Hey, let me say, you are very good at painting. Which university are you from and what major are you studying?"

The boy asked enthusiastically, showing a very strong interest in her.

She didn't answer, just stared in a certain direction.

The boy followed her gaze and looked over there. A black Land Rover stopped at the entrance of the park. The driver got out of the car and opened the door to the back seat. A tall and handsome man stepped out, wearing a suit and leather shoes. His face was stern and his eyes were calm.

He walked into the park. The driver wanted to follow, but he raised his hand to prevent him from following.

"I recognize him!"

The big boy in front of him suddenly lit up his eyes and let out a low cry.

"This man's name is Jin Hengyuan. He was once the acting president of Xiao Group, and now he is the boss of Jinyuan Creative Company..."

Jinyuan Creative Company?

Is it the Jinhui branch?

Has it been renamed Jinyuan now?

"I heard that the company was run by his wife. After his wife passed away, he bought all the shares of Mr. Jin Hui and put him in charge of it personally. In just two years, Jinyuan Creative became a famous company This illustrious design company...the future of this company is absolutely unlimited..."

The big boy was giving explanations in a nonchalant manner.

She turned her head: "How do you know so clearly?"

"I looked into it."

The big boy smiled and said: "To tell you the truth, I want to enter Jinyuan. The welfare there is very good, but it is very difficult to get in."

"You studied design?"

"yes!"

The big boy nodded and asked:

"What do you study?"

She didn't answer, and turned her eyes away again. She saw the man named Jin Hengyuan, walking alone, under the sunset, in silence, looking extremely lonely, as if he was reminiscing about something, with an unsmiling face. So cold.

Looking at it this way, it was as if she was outside the TV screen and he was inside.

"I learn to draw."

She said, raising the sketch pen, and sketched his back with the simplest and smoothest lines on the drawing paper.

With just a few strokes, the man's image appeared on the paper.

"The painting looks really like it."

The big boy whispered to the side, with a little more surprise in his eyes, and couldn't help but ask again:

"What age are you?"

She didn't answer again, her temper was extremely weird, and all her thoughts were focused on the tip of her pen.

"May I have your name?"

"..."

"Well, that's it. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Wu, and my name is Wu Nian..."

"..."

"I've seen you several times. Why do you always wrap yourself into a rice dumpling? Are you afraid of the cold?"

"..."

"Why do you want to draw Jin Hengyuan? He can draw it so well...do you...do you recognize Mr. Jin?"

"..."

She didn't answer a word.

The whole person is immersed in his own world.

Wu Nian was a little embarrassed.

This girl is so weird.

Why is he attracted?

Because she had a pair of big melancholy eyes, which flickered when illuminated by the sun... Moreover, she always came and went alone, alone, conveying a mysterious aura, and he couldn't help but be attracted. I couldn't help but come over and say hello.

At this moment, this weird girl was tracing Jin Hengyuan's back carefully, as if it was taken from a photo.

Wu Nian was extremely surprised and looked at her sideways: Could it be that this girl is a fan of Mr. Jin?

"I heard that Mr. Jin has a girlfriend..."

The sketch pen in the girl's hand broke in response to the sound, and it broke crisply.

He heard it.

It seems that he really guessed that this girl likes Mr. Jin.

That's right, such a man is rich and capable. There are many people in Shanghai who admire him - he is an out-and-out financial pride...

"Speaking of which, Mr. Jin is quite infatuated. Two years after Mrs. Jin's death, he has not had a girlfriend. Until recently, some media saw that he and the eldest daughter of the Ming family dated frequently. It is said that the Ming and Jin families are planning to get married. Yes. You don’t know, but the eldest lady of the Ming family is a barrister. These two are a perfect match..."

"Oh! The painting is broken!"

She didn't seem to hear what he said, and sighed as she looked at the imperfections on the drawing paper.

The gloved fingers gently touched the place where a horizontal line had been drawn, and his tone was so sad.

"If the painting is damaged, you can paint it again, it's okay..."

Wu Ning comforted him gently.

"Well, I'll draw it later!"

She nodded, took off the drawing paper, looked at it reluctantly, walked to the trash can next to it, and stuffed it in.

After returning, she began to pack away her painting supplies.

"you are leaving?"

"Um!"

"So fast?"

"Um!"

"Are we friends?"

She looked up at the sunshine boy:

"My name is Pu Xiang. Mu Bu Pu, Guo Xiang's Xiang. Nice to meet you..."

She held out her hand.

Those hands were covered with a pair of thin black gloves.

Wu Nian looked at her curiously. Except for her eyes, she was covered from head to toe with not even an inch of skin visible. On such a warm spring day, such a dress was really weird.

"I'm glad too."

Wu Nian shook her hand, but a cold feeling passed through it.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

"Um!"

Pu Xiang nodded slightly:

"I'm afraid of the cold, so I have to be fully clothed when I go out."

After arranging the painting supplies and putting on her backpack, she turned her head and took another look at the high-spirited man standing quietly in the sunset.

At this moment, there was a beautiful woman named Ana beside the man.

The two people were talking quietly, they were very close and they matched each other very well.

"I am leaving!"

Pu Xiang said softly, trying to suppress the sourness in his heart.

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

"have no idea."

Pu Xiang looked at the setting sun that was gradually setting in the west, and her eyes suddenly became dim, seeming to reveal a bit of sadness:

"Who knows what will happen tomorrow. Maybe after one night's sleep, the person will be dead... Destiny is sometimes something you can't strive for...especially things related to life and death, which are the hardest to figure out..."

Those words floated in the wind like a chant or a sigh.

Wu Nian stood there and watched.

At that moment, he actually felt a bitterness that had gone through vicissitudes of life in the girl's tone...——

Digression - first update.

Warm reminder: The main text of the second volume has been completed. What I am writing now is the final chapter, which can also be called the third volume: With one heart and one mind, love is stronger than gold to determine you. The number of words will not be particularly long. I will open another volume and make it a separate chapter. In this volume, there will be no more conspiracies, only reunions after farewell, only daily life, only a little sourness and jealousy, only warmth and tenderness...