She found a corner to sit in the garden outside the venue, and the gentle evening breeze brought with it a burst of chirping cicadas.
Occasionally, people would come outside to get some fresh air, but the angle Jian Su chose was remote, so no one noticed her for a while.
After an unknown amount of time, Jian Su, who was sitting on the floor, stood up. Patting her dress, she strolled back towards the venue.
Zong Zhengxi's vision was blurred under the reflection of the glazed light. Someone brought him wine to greet him, and he smiled softly and did not refuse.
The wine in the glass is warm and mellow, with a bit of spiciness when it slides into your throat, but not intoxicating.
Later, more celebrities asked to dance with him. He casually accepted the invitation of one of them and declined the invitation of the others.
Qi Wei was entertaining his former students. They came from all over the country and even the world to celebrate his birthday.
Of course, in fact, apart from his precious students, few people know that today is his birthday.
He plays an important role in this country, but in terms of his private life, he is so low-key that no one even notices him.
A man and woman hugged each other and passed by Jian Su just as Jian Su was about to enter the venue.
Jian Su inadvertently heard the male of the two saying: "It's great, the teacher is still as strong as three years ago! But when can the teacher get married? I once heard that the teacher loved a Chinese woman.
But then the woman died..."
"Yes, the vice president's infatuation is obvious to all. By the way, dear, did you give your gift to the vice president? Don't forget..." The woman responded warmly, her eyebrows arched.
Jian Su walked into the door of the venue.
It was cold outside the court and the night was vast, but inside the hall it was very bright and bright. The lights were dazzling but not eye-catching.
Jian Su looked around the venue and soon discovered Zong Zhengxi and Professor Pushil.
It seemed that the two of them were both very nice. Jian Su settled down for a moment and stopped disturbing them.
Not long after, Jian Su caught sight of Qi Wei dancing with his students out of the corner of his eye.
Qi Wei's whole body aura is as deep, mysterious and vast as the ocean.
Jian Su was upset to find that her hands were empty and she didn't bring anything.
When Pu Xier happened to see Jian Su coming over, he saw the little girl purring her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking about.
"Little monkey, what are you thinking about?"
Making a face, Pushil looked at Zongzheng's seat again. Oh, the little monkey has been abandoned?
Jian Su spoke out her inner thoughts without any thought, "Professor, I was wondering if there is anything that can be used as a gift. I would like to give it to Mr. Qi Wei."
Like this... Touching his chin, Pushil rolled his eyes slightly, looking more and more childish and immoral, "Little monkey, to be honest, Qi Weigui is the vice president of a country, what do you think he lacks? It's better not to bother.
Well, why don’t you follow me to eat pastries?”
It was rare for Pushil to find a student cute. Look at how innocent and charming this girl was, which made him want to design something immediately.
Jian Su felt a little disappointed when she heard this, but soon she cheered up and said, "Professor, you go and eat first, I have to leave for a while."
Pusher saw Jian Su running to the waiter with a happy face, and couldn't help but smile on his wrinkled face. At the same time, he took out a small notebook and charcoal pencils from his suit bag, and brushed them quickly.
I drew a manuscript.
After Jian Su got the brush and paper, she ran back to the garden outside.
Just now she felt that there were many varieties of flowers in the garden, and they were so beautiful, colorful and fragrant.
There was also light outside, so Jian Su found a suitable angle and began to describe the pattern in front of her.
On his way to the study, Qi Wei met Jian Su who was drawing pictures.
He had some impressions of this little girl. He heard that she had mental problems, but it seemed that that boy Xi doted on her?
Jian Su carefully colored the picture with paint.
Qi Weili watched behind her for a while, and when he was about to leave quietly, he saw Jian Su standing up suddenly, muttering, "It's done, it looks very similar..."
Turning around, Jian Su stopped moving forward.
The two people's eyes met, and in the electric light, there was a smell called fate flowing between the two people's eyes.
Jian Su stuttered and shouted: "Hello, Mr. Qi."
Qi Wei nodded, his face still a little absent-minded. What did he think of at that moment? They were obviously completely different people, so how could he feel so similar...
A strand of hair fell from the bun, and Jian Su casually moved it behind her ear, and then handed the picture to Qi Wei with bright eyes, "Your Excellency, Vice President, this is for your birthday.
……hapiness……"
There was no trace of nervousness on her pretty face as bright as the bright moon. While Qi Weichi was stunned, Jian Su felt a sense of loss in her heart for some unknown reason.
forget it.
The hand holding the picture dropped, Jian Su's eyelids drooped slightly, and the light in her bright eyes disappeared into the darkness, "Your Excellency, um, I... Su Su better leave first."
"Miss Jane, your gift."
After finally remembering that his attitude might be misunderstood, Qi Wei stopped Jian Su, who was about to leave. His right arm stretched out, and the smile on his face was deep, as if he had accumulated warmth for centuries.
Average, couldn't be better.
Only then did Jian Su burst into laughter.
Then she pursed her lips and handed the picture of the garden to Qi Wei's hand, her eyes seeming to flash through thousands of stars in an instant.
"Thank you for your blessing. This is the best gift I received tonight, Angel."
Before leaving, Qi Wei gave Jian Su a kiss on the cheek, and then watched Jian Su return to the venue in three steps.
In the night wind, Qi Wei unfolded the picture drawn by Jian Su.
Flower clusters, either strong and bright or delicate and fresh, covered the entire canvas. Through this painting, Qi Wei saw endless patience, consideration and tenderness.
What a clever little girl!
Qi Wei turned around and smiled, his steps gentle and steady. The retro street lamp lengthened and shortened his shadow, and not long after, he stepped onto the stairs into the study.
After mounting the painting, Qi Wei moved his eyes slightly and unexpectedly saw a signature in the lower right corner of the painting paper.
Simple——
Is that Chinese writing?
For a moment, Qi Wei's eyes were filled with thousands of longings and bewilderments.
It wasn't until Jian Su returned to the venue that her nervousness relaxed.
She seems to like the Vice President very much? He feels like an elder who can give you all kinds of pampering and care, which is reassuring.
Zong Zhengxi called Jian Su at the entrance of the venue, "Su Su, come here."
Jian Su stopped and saw clearly the faint anger on Zong Zhengxi's face.