Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 81

"If something like this happens again in the future, I will definitely intervene more actively."

"I'm really sorry." Wen Siheng apologized again.

"Let's get a divorce." Jane Anran repeated.

"..." There was a moment of silence, the other party stayed on the hand beside her face, his fingers trembling slightly.

The streamer in his dark eyes suddenly dimmed, as if trying to avoid Jane Anran's burning eyes.

"I don't agree." The other party rejected her proposal.

"What?" Jian Anran's emotions were a bit complicated, and even she herself couldn't figure out her true thoughts.

She thought that putting the idea of ​​breaking up on the table would make her feel better, but when she finally put this decision into practice, she was greeted with waves of panic.

"Do you still need me to stop your parents?" Jian Anran said with some self-deprecation.

"It's not this." Wen Siheng immediately denied, "I thought it was at first."

"But no."

"I've kissed countless times before you," he explained.

"Huh?" All of a sudden, something seemed to bump into her, and a wave of memories flooded her mind.

"The rhetoric used to resist parents is just an excuse. When I saw you at that time, I thought it would be okay if it was you."

Never thinking too much about marriage, Wen Siheng grew up surrounded by loving parents.

He didn't disapprove of marriage, but he didn't say he had to.

However, his parents didn't think so.As soon as he became an adult, he already owned a so-called wedding room.

When he was in England, when he met Xu Nianhe, he had no choice but to use her to block the repeated attacks of his parents.

But after returning to China, Wen Siheng gradually became numb to the so-called feelings.

He doesn't understand whether marriage exists for the sake of existence, or whether it should be established for a stable emotional relationship.

All kinds of girls passed by, and many of them were perfect "marriable objects" in the eyes of others.

From teachers to civil servants, from husbands and children expected by parents to perfect jobs in the eyes of others.

Jian Anran was different among these people, and was even considered a little different.

Wen Siheng wasn't sure if she was hanging out with him, but he was eager to know more.

But at the moment the other party seemed not interested in him at all, until he met her again, Wen Siheng wanted to firmly grasp any small opportunity.

If it's her, it's not impossible to get married.

"I regret it." Jian Anran said, sat up, and stretched out her hand to pull off the seat belt.

"What?" Wen Siheng asked.

"No divorce," she said, "go home."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Siheng was silent for a while, then chuckled and said, "Okay, let's go home."

The next day, the old professor's retirement exhibition started at nine o'clock in the morning.Due to his considerable reputation in the field of traditional Chinese painting, there was an endless stream of media and industry insiders who came to visit that day.

As a curator, Wen Siheng's studio was naturally invited to participate in the exhibition.

Back home in the early morning.Jian Anran had to get up early the next day, so she applied a thick layer of concealer under her eyes to cover the bruises on her eye circles.

When we arrived at the entrance of the gallery, the wide street was crowded with people, and various vehicles were parked on the side of the road.Screeching horns can be heard from time to time.

Anticipating today's grand occasion, Wen Siheng specially reserved a commercial vehicle, so that everyone can set off together after the school gathers.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a long queue at the door.Although the exhibition has not officially started, the entrance has already been crowded with traditional Chinese painting collectors, art lovers and many media, and they gathered at the entrance waiting to enter.

Just when they were wondering where to go in, they heard a familiar voice not far away: "Teacher Wen, this way please!"

Looking up, it was the staff of the gallery, and he was responsible for arranging the previous work.

Avoiding the flashing lights of the media, the staff led them around the side alley and entered the gallery through the logistics entrance.

As soon as she walked to the exhibition hall, she met Teacher Bian, who was very different from yesterday's arrogant posture. When she saw Wen Siheng, she rushed up to meet him.

"Mr. Wen, long time no see."

Wen Siheng nodded in response, and stepped forward to exchange some pleasantries.

"I'll just say that the vice president of the prime minister has a discerning eye." Mrs. Bian pulled the vice president of the prime minister to the side.

"Introduced such an outstanding young designer to us. I just had a few friends in the industry come to see it, and they are full of praise."

"Just now, no fewer than five people have come to me asking for the designer's business card..." Teacher Bian complimented me again.

Wen Siheng didn't talk much, he just listened with a smile, then found a gap, and interjected: "Sorry, excuse me."

Abandoning Teacher Bian and the vice-principal who were stunned, he went straight to Jian Anran and the others who were standing there awkwardly.

"Everyone hasn't seen the exhibition hall yet, let classmate Jian show you around."

A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and Mi Yingying who was beside him almost buried her head in the ground.

Her mobile phone was turned off all night yesterday, and she did not receive a call from Jane Anran.

"This is designed by us, there's no need to bother the juniors, let's do it ourselves." Xiangyi grabbed the conversation.

"Oh? Is that so?" The ending sounded upwards, and Wen Siheng's words were unavoidably a little deliberately ambiguous, and Xiangyi's face was a little ugly.

This exhibition exhibits many exquisite traditional Chinese painting works of the old professor, as well as his exploration and experience in the field of art over the years.

The way and process of exhibition arrangement is very ingenious, which brings a strong visual experience to the visitors.

Many people in the industry said that these works not only reflect the exquisite skills of the old professor, but also the layout of the exhibition hall itself further highlights the designer's intentions.

During the exhibition, people from various fields and industries came to visit and exchange ideas, and they felt very positive about the studio.

Everyone expressed that they would recommend it to their friends and colleagues. After Wen Siheng walked around, the business card box in his hand was already two-thirds empty.

The success of this exhibition made Wen Siheng's studio famous in Luojiang City.

After the event, on the way back, Xiangyi specifically asked, "Did the teacher create a Weibo account before?"

Without Xiangyi mentioning it, Jian Anran had long forgotten about it, and only then did she remember the Weibo that Wen Siheng had created specially to clarify.

"Now that the studio has its first work, why not take advantage of the popularity and post the photos of the work and the design process, which can be regarded as catching the cusp of social media..." Xiangyi said to himself.

"There is indeed a Weibo account." Wen Siheng interrupted Xiangyi suddenly.

Xiangyi got stuck, and continued nonchalantly, "I've been paying attention to the operation of self-media before, and I'm also very skilled in using PR, let alone PS..."

"That's right." Wen Siheng, the co-pilot, said, and turned to look at Jane Anran who was sitting in the back row.

"Is Student Jian interested in the operation of self-media?"

(End of this chapter)