Salad Days

At the age of 25, Jiang Shen finally won the gold award of the French Modern Ballet Dance Association. This is the first time he has won a grand slam in a ballet international competition. The last one to receive this award is the current "First Dance" "Liu Xingzhi.

The news does not say that the whole country is celebrating. The firecrackers were really set up and down in the old village. Shen Shubao rushed back on a business trip overnight and met Chen Maoxiu, who was also the same servant.

"Have you finished the exhibition with Qing Lingzi?" Shen Shubao asked subconsciously when he saw the dog hair.

Chen Maoxiu was anxious than him: "It's over. She had an appointment with her friend to play in Beijing for two days. Knowing that the news was canceled, she will come back tomorrow."

Shen Shubao laughed: "The news is good news, it is still a question whether Shen Zi can come back immediately."

Chen Maoxiu: "He and Bai Jin are still together?"

Shen Shubao: "They were accompanied by him to the game."

Chen Maoxiu sighed: "The second generation of White is also awesome. The first middleweight Chinese boxing champion in the United States. I heard that last month's game, in the eighth round, KO had Leman?"

Shen Shubao nodded: "WBC's last middleweight champion, Bai Jinyi got the gold belt for the first time. Domestic reports say he will challenge WBO next year."

Chen Maoxiu sighed, and somehow suddenly said with a smile: "They are so good."

Shen Shubao didn't speak. He just extended his hand, patted Chen Maoxiu's shoulder and asked, "How is the farmhouse business doing recently?"

Chen Maoxiu: "It's a low season now, and I'll come to a group tomorrow... let alone me, how are you? Did you learn anything at the product conference?"

Shen Shubao sighed: "What can I learn? Or continue to study the gearbox, foreigner's precision parts can not be learned overnight, I strive to be able to study some results before I am not bald."

Chen Maoxiu glanced at his hair and sympathized: "It's okay to be bald, Shen Shubao in our village, what a handsome man."

The group that came to the farmhouse the next day was a group of people from the XX Research Institute. Chen Maoxiu asked them all and found that they were all high-quality students. The lowest were graduate students.

Chen Maoxiu inexplicably felt that the pressure was a bit heavy, and the lady who led the team was named Yang, who looked very capable.

"Excuse me." Yang Shaohui's words are polite, but his expression is held. "I mainly do water quality experiments. This is near Taihu. Can I arrange a car?"

Chen Maoxiu: "No problem with the car. I'll drive. What time will you go out?"

I probably didn't expect that the boss would personally serve. Yang Shaohui glanced at him for a while, and said, "I plan to go out at six."

Chen Maoxiu nodded and smiled: "No problem, will it be tomorrow morning? I'll pick you up at noon."

Yang Shaohui thanked her and didn't say much. She turned back to the bed and breakfast. Several of the people in her group didn't sleep, and Professor Mo, the oldest, greeted her.

"Shao Hui, come and see." Professor Mo happily, as if he had found something precious, "Here is Mr. Chen Qingling's painting."

The name of Chen Qingling Yang Shaohui has heard a few times, she is not familiar with the art session, but Professor Mo has a passion for this aspect. Among the new stars born in the domestic painting session in recent years, Chen Qingling can be described as unique, the work is simple, warm and human. , Free and famous.

"I have collected a lot of her paintings." Professor Mo leaned closer and looked closely at the portrait. "I saw this one before when I saw the exhibition. I inquired that it was not for sale. I didn't expect to see it here."

Yang Shaohui glanced at it. Although she didn't understand it, she thought it was very good. The young student next to him was a bit suspicious and asked, "Is it true? Is this painting expensive?"

Yang Shaohui frowned, feeling that this was overdone, and just wanted to refute it, he heard someone cut his mouth at the door.

"This painting is not for sale." Chen Maoxiu holds a fruit platter in his hand, his expression is faint, and he can't hear emotions in his tone. "Mr. Chen gave it to me."

Professor Mo "Ouch" greeted him warmly and shook hands with Chen Maoxiu: "I am also a fan of Mrs. Chen, the little boss has good taste."

Chen Maoxiu grinned sullenly and said, "How can there be", a group of people came to eat fruit, but Yang Shaohui always felt that there was something in his previous words, and gave him a strange look.

Chen Maoxiu smiled broadly at her: "Dr. Yang eat some fruit."

The farmhouse operated by the Chen family is called "Bo Yi Tang" and includes one-stop services such as homestays, restaurants, games, and car rentals. There are two large villas and eight rooms in the homestay, which were designed and decorated by Chen Maoxiu and Chen Qingling. Boyitang is well-known on all major travel websites. It is a must-have place for online celebrity punching. Basically, it must be reserved half a year in advance every holiday or peak tourist season. Yang Shaohui's booking this time is also a low season light.

They and their party booked a whole set of villas. At first, Yang Shaohui didn't have a cold for any online shop.

"The boss looked at the big five and the big three, but I didn't expect the aesthetic to be really good." Xiao Song, who was in the same room with Yang Shaohui, said with emotion after the shower, "This villa is designed like this, which is not something ordinary people can do, no wonder it can become a net red."

Yang Shaohui smiled helplessly: "Aren't there just a few paintings of Chen Qingling, you are fascinated."

Xiao Song: "It's not just painting. I suspect that the boss has also studied ballet. Do you know the Nutcracker? Just the kind of stage design FEEL."

Yang Shaohui: "I haven't had time to do experiments. It's not as elegant as your rich and leisurely interest."

Xiao Song pouted: "Oh, you are too boring. People have dreams and occasionally relax. They all come out to play and experiment. How boring."

Somehow, Yang Shaohui couldn't find the words back and forth for a while. She seemed to be poked at some pain, but she didn't know what the pain was.

She suddenly wanted to go out to smoke a cigarette.

As a result, I didn't expect to meet people in the yard.

Chen Maoxiu wore a vest and squatted in front of a side of small soil, it seemed to be planting something.

"..." Yang Shaohui held the cigarette in his hand, neither at all, nor at all.

Chen Maoxiu laughed first. He tricked out and took out an ashtray shaped like a lotus leaf: "Does it need fire?"

Yang Shaohui saw that the other party was so honest, and the embarrassment disappeared. She lowered her head to smoke, and smiled: "I brought it myself."

Chen Maoxiu said nothing more, and placed the ashtray on the Taihu stone table beside him, and turned back to dig his soil.

"What are you planting?" Yang Shaohui asked him while smoking.

Chen Maoxiu's face under the moonlight seemed to be less rough during the day and softer like a cocoon: "Grow strawberries." He waved his hoe, "Do you want to see Dr. Yang?"

Yang Shaohui waved his hand: "Don't call me Dr. Lao, it sounds strange, but it's not a good word."

Chen Maoxiu raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Why is the doctor bad?"

Yang Shaohui smiled bitterly: "Female Doctor, 30, unmarried, do you feel good?"

Chen Maoxiule said: "There is nothing bad. As soon as the doctor listens, he is literate, and I am literate. I will only envy you."

Yang Shaohui didn't know whether the other party was sincere or ironic, and said sharply: "What's so envious? Isn't it true that people like me only read books?"

"Isn't it good to study?" Chen Maoxiu stood up. His expression was a little serious in the night. "My good friend has been top-notch since he was a kid. He will celebrate with firecrackers in the college village. Who is not such a proud thing? envy."

Yang Shaohui was holding a cigarette in her two fingers, but she was said to be speechless again. She stiffened for a long time, and finally she could only take a big gulp of smoke.

"I encountered some bottlenecks in the experiment," she said suddenly, not knowing whether it was for Chen Maoxiu or her own. "It suddenly felt strange and boring...I don't know what it means to do it now."

Chen Maoxiu blinked. He didn't speak. He only bent down slightly and squatted down. He took the last cigarette **** in Yang Shaohui's hand gently. The little red Martian child was pressed into the green Leaf" on.

"Dr. Yang went to bed earlier." Chen Maoxiu raised his head, his eyes seemed to be stained with moonlight, "I will pick you up for an experiment tomorrow morning."