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    The villa in the middle of the mountain has no flowers in the courtyard.

    Although the original owner was good at gardening, he was deeply influenced by Japanese Zen Buddhism and found it difficult to see the flowers falling.  The later owner was concerned with reality, and the only flowers that passed by were "money flowers" and could not be seen.

    The house is full of deep green and weeds are growing wildly.  The shepherd dog had a great time playing in it. The two owners were in different rooms and had different views.

    ??The two people, who are essentially accustomed to slacking off and enjoying the beautiful scenery, are tired of their previous experiences that were not smooth sailing, and are determined to achieve a peaceful or even stagnant life.  Unfortunately, everything backfired, and he encountered powerful opponents again and again in his big life.

    Wan Yun is not good at controlling anger, but the way Feng Jian looks at her is actually no different from the way he looks at the moth eggs on the lamp tube.  Feng Jian had always despised verbal arguments, but Wanyun's unintentional words often made him have the illusion of drinking arsenic with a smile.

    When they came back from the dinner that day, they still got along as if nothing had happened.  It seems that all disturbances and disputes must happen in front of others.  When they are alone, there is a wall between them and they have nothing to say to each other.  Occasionally, when they looked at each other casually, Feng Jian would be the first to look away, while Wan Yun remained silent.

    People in the city recognized them as a model couple.

    Although Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty strictly ordered the media to circulate the video after that day.  But he seems to have forgotten that guarding the people's mouth is more important than guarding the river.  What leaked out together with Feng Jian's speech was his confession.  Of course, the closing words that revealed the truth at the end were kindly cut out, so these words became more like a confession.

    The most angry but sincere kind.

    The interest of the whole city in their couple can be easily revealed at the moment.

    In fact, what is exciting is not the couple, but the story of the oil seller and the courtesan, which has been circulated for hundreds of years, but has finally appeared in reality.

    "Taking by force" is more common, but "taking by force" is relatively rare.

    The more Feng Jian became impatient and irritable with outsiders, the more outsiders suspected that he was obedient to Wan Yun.  All his hard work and strictness are reflected in his harder work and career.  But emotionally, he is just a man lost in love.

    Half of the spectators obviously didn't bother to spend half a second to think about it. Feng Jian and the Li family only entered into a commercial marriage at first.  The other half of those who have thought about this obviously think that public opinion is an excellent guide for this marriage.

    He Long said to Wan Yun: "This way, Feng Jian will not dare to treat you badly."

    Wan Yun casually walked around the phone line without answering the question.

    After the meeting, the curator opened the door and walked in.

    "Sometimes your mother is shrewd, and sometimes she is stupid." He said, "She seems to like to force others to do things, but she also prides herself on being decisive and democratic."

    Wan Yun frowned and looked at him.

    "What's wrong? I've reserved an office for you with the best view in this huge museum, but you still don't allow me to eavesdrop on your phone calls?"

    The curator said, with no look of guilt on his face.

    Wan Yun was silent for a moment: "My mother has never felt sorry for me when I don't like to do things." Then he said, "This is the commission that should be paid to the curator after selling the painting last time. The check is tucked inside."

    The curator snorted, calmly balled up the magazine and put it in his pocket.

    "I've actually been wanting to ask you something." He muttered.

    Wan Yun smiled and said: "Why, will the commission collected here increase?"

    "Well I have to say this, but I want to ask you now, why do you come to me? With your talents, family background, and willingness to work harder in everything, you will not do worse than Wan Ling in the mall.  And even if you don¡¯t want to be in business, it doesn¡¯t matter which industry you work in. Why come to me to be an art dealer?¡±

    "Actually, before I knew your sexual orientation, I had always looked forward to marrying you."

    The curator frowned: "I'm asking you seriously."

    Wan Yun smiled and said: "The curator is really troublesome. He charges me money and is nagging me. This style is too bad."

    The curator stared at her horizontally, his eyes under his bald head looking serious until Wanyun's smile faded.

    ¡°If you don¡¯t like my style, you can actually leave or go back to school¡ª¡±

    Wan Yun simply said: "Director Hu is tired of me too? Why do you keep asking me so many questions?"

    "No. I just listened to your mother's words and suddenly remembered that many years ago, magazines all over the city would write about you. When you were twelve years old, didn't your family already choose you as the successor of the company? They have been focusing on cultivating you  You are rich and beautiful. At that time, everyone called you the uncrowned queen of this city, right? I also met you from a distance by chance.At the same time, I thought that this little girl was rare in not being coquettish and had her own ideas. She would definitely become a great person in the future.  "

    The curator looked at her: "So I think there must be a reason why you listen to your mother nagging you about little things for so long now. Xiaoyun, you have a talent for art, but you still don't want to pay attention to it.  Doing this and refusing to do research, being an economic man and refusing to bow to the market, and letting yourself go - if this is the free life you pursue, why do you still look so unhappy?"

    The room was quiet for a while.

    Wan Yun was silent for a long time, and finally said: "I once met someone."

    The curator looked at her: "The man who bought your painting that day?"

    Wan Yun raised an eyebrow and said suspiciously: "Director, did you watch the video surveillance again? Did you hear the conversation between Zhou Yu and me?"

    The curator said impatiently: "The entire art museum belongs to me, and I can do whatever I like. Also, you insist on being mediocre, and you can't always blame others."

    Wan Yun glanced at him, then lowered her head to sort out the books on her desk, arranging them one by one: "As for him, he deceived me many years ago because of a trivial matter. Then he asserted that one day I will become He.  People like him.¡±

    The curator said earnestly: "It's impossible, your mother will not agree to your sex reassignment surgery. I will never agree to it."

    "He has always lived a successful life, that kind of character. Well, and I see successful people who all have more or less the same traits as him -" she said thoughtfully, "I hate to be that kind of person. But.  Since I don¡¯t want to get back at him, and I don¡¯t want to push myself hard to prove what he said wrong, so I thought¡­ I could withdraw from the competition of so-called winners.¡±

    The curator opened his mouth: "What are you talking about?"

    Wan Yun said: "So I became what I am now. However, I feel that I am still lost."

    The curator opened his eyes wide, obviously trying hard to keep up with her rhythm, but obviously couldn't understand, so he muttered something: "Even if the same paint is used by a different author, it will end up being a different painting. This is just like life -"  nonsense.

    Wan Yun smiled. Her thoughts had always been difficult to grasp. Zhou Yu used to be able to understand them, but now she seems to have met a close friend again.  But that person was always disgusted and irritated with her for no reason, and would rather respond with a cold snort from his nose.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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