The last picture of Jiang Lian is painted by Yan Luo.

When he woke up, it was dark but not dark, and the time was just right. He let out a long sigh and touched his empty belly. Just as he wanted to get up, he was stunned wherever he looked.

Kuang Meiying and Wei Biao were both there. Not only were they there, but their luggage was also there, and even his portion was packed.

Jiang Lian reacted very quickly. Before Kuang Meiying could speak, he asked first: "Is it bad for Mr. Gan?"

Kuang Meiying nodded.

"The ticket to go back has also been settled? When did it come?"

I booked too late, and the nearest flight ticket was 10:40 pm, but Wuling Mountain is more than an hour away from Zhangjiajie Airport, which means you have to set off at around 7:00 pm.

Jiang Lian looked at the time and it was five o'clock.

Kuang Meiying said: "We have made an appointment for a car and have a meal before departure. The time is quite good."

Jiang Lian subconsciously answered: "Okay."

This is the only way. Now this matter is the biggest thing, it is too sudden. As soon as he opened his eyes, he told him that he was going to the next journey again, and he was not mentally prepared at all.

Jiang Lianli handed the drawing paper on the table to Kuang Meiying: "You can take a photo and copy a few more copies if it is convenient to make it safer."

If the Kuang family’s prescription can be backed up a few more copies and stored in a scattered manner, and the eggs will not be so tired of rushing in today’s place.

He said that time was still abundant, but after all, he was about to travel, so Kuang Meiying felt that time was in a hurry for no reason, so she took the drawing paper and ran out. Wei Biao felt that such trivial matters should be done by himself and followed closely.

The light and heavy footsteps gradually faded away, and the brief silence that suddenly came from the room made Jiang Lian stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something.

He went upstairs first, looking for Meng Qianzi.

The third floor was full of big men. In order to make sure, a card was set up at the stairs. A Yamado was sitting there playing with his cell phone. He politely stopped Jiang Lian and said that Miss Meng had gone out with her fifth aunt in the morning.

When she remembered it, she mentioned that she would have a social engagement today.

Jiang Lian went downstairs to find Liu Guanguo again.

It was also quite a coincidence that Liu Guanguo helped Kuang Meiying start the copier: there was a copier in the corner of the inn lobby, which was old-fashioned and slow to respond. It was originally convenient for customers who stayed in the hotel to print scenic spot guides and used for the car order. Unexpectedly, the intelligent development of mobile phones in the past two years was too fast, and everything was viewed on the mobile phone. The copier could not be used once every ten days and half a month, and it was all over the dust.

He greeted Jiang Lian: "Brother Lian, are you done? Miss Meng asked us to be quiet when she went out in the morning, saying that you want to do things."

Jiang Lian smiled, not wanting to say in front of Kuang Meiying and the others: "Brother Liu, let me talk."

Liu Guanguo was inexplicably "borrowed" by him and went outside the door.

Jiang Lian pondered the words: "Do you know where Miss Meng and the others... went?"

Liu Guanguo smiled: "I don't know this. I don't even bring us when I see an old friend."

As he said that, he begged his fingers: "I'll ask for a car, take the driver, Assistant Meng, accompanied him, and Miss Meng, the little makeup artist."

"Then, do you have Ms. Meng's contact information?"

Liu Guanguo was funny: "How could I have it? I won't give it if I want it. Let's go up and contact Assistant Meng at most."

He said strangely: "You don't?"

Jiang Lian smiled awkwardly. Of course he didn't. He ran away from his life and went down the cliff two days ago. Who could care about the contact information? He has been stable these two days, but he is always busy here and there, and he didn't expect to ask for it - he thought he had a chance anyway.

So I got stuck in the current situation.

Liu Guanguo asked him: "Do you have something to do? Miss Meng has returned anyway, so I'll talk about it later."

Jiang Lian explained: "No, it's because the old man at home is not in good condition. He is anxious to go back. It's very sudden and he has to leave in a while."

Liu Guanguo suddenly realized: "This is an urgent matter, so we have to come closely. We don't have time to say goodbye to her, right? It's okay, I'll tell her when I look back, you're afraid that I can't explain it clearly, so it's okay to leave a note or something."

It's a way. I didn't ask for her contact information, so I could keep my own, but Jiang Lian always felt that this was a bit unsure. He hesitated for a moment: "Then... Brother Liu, can you contact me there and have someone tell Miss Meng?"

It would be better for her to know earlier than to convey it by others or to a light and light strip.

Liu Guanguo was a little embarrassed. He could beat Meng Jinsong, but Meng Jinsong was very disgusted with the public and private division. He was very disgusted with the people below calling him for some irrelevant things - after all, there was only one Meng Te's assistant, and the mountain ghosts in the country totaled 8,000, and everyone beat him. Can he bear it?

After thinking about it, I could only do it in a roundabout way.

He called the driver over, but the driver was not easy to do: "Brother Liu, he is a big guy for a discussion, how dare I break in? If you want to tell me what an urgent matter is, I'm going to report a letter, just a friend of mine wants to leave, so just leave. Can the big guy go back to see him off? I know this kind of thing one moment earlier or later, what's the point?"

Liu Guanguo also had this idea. In front of Jiang Lian, it was difficult to express: "Then you pay attention. If you see Assistant Meng coming out, please ask him to convey it..."

People have achieved this, and Jiang Lian couldn't make any more requests. Suddenly, he remembered something and turned to Kuang Meiying: "Meiying, come with me and ask you for help if you have something to do."

Kuang Meiying quickly entrusted the matter to Wei Biao: "Look at it, I'm over."

Wei Biao watched Kuang Meiying jogging upstairs with Jiang Lian, feeling sour. When he was taking care of the copy paper, he was a little listless: he was amazing to draw, and he didn't be polite, so he made Meiying go around, and the main and secondary were not distinguished. This is.

The warning light of the photocopier turned on, and it was nothing left. Wei Biao searched around for a while but couldn't find a spare one. He counted three or four copies in his hand. Besides, he had taken the photo and kept it, which was enough.

He rolled up the drawing paper and when he saw Liu Guanguo, he reminded him: "The photocopier is gone."

Liu Guanguo didn't take it seriously and knocked on the front desk: "It's nothing, you'll make up for it later."

The front desk was a young girl. She lived in her family for the past two days, and she had no guests, so she was enjoying her leisure. She was chasing her to watch the drama. After hearing what Liu Guanguo said, she said, and quickly paused the drama, leaned over and took out a stack of new ones from the drawer, put them on with wind, pressed the recovery button, and ran back with wind: the male and female protagonists in the drama are about to separate, the male protagonist is waiting to fly, and the female protagonist is rushing to the airport like lightning - the old scene of chasing love at the airport, but she is still anxious and is very concerned about whether the heroine is fast or whether the speed of the plane is better.

Everyone was busy with their own things, no one noticed it. After a while, the copier buzzed for a while, and started to operate again, and spit out a few more pictures that had not been copied before.

***

Kuang Meiying didn't expect that Jiang Lian would have to put his divine eyes on him.

She stuttered: "This time...it's too late, right?"

Jiang Lian said: "It's time to release one in two hours. It's enough. I don't have time to eat. I can eat it at the airport."

Kuang Meiying pointed out of the window: "But it's all... it's dark?"

Jiang Lian never opens the divine eyes at night because there is a taboo: the older generation is superstitious and believes that the divine eyes belongs to "the soul leaves the body", and the night is Yin, and hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and the divine eyes at night, the divine soul is easily taken away by wild ghosts who wander outside.

He said: "There were several times before that I drew it slowly and it was dark. Isn't it okay to do anything? Is it right to follow the rules and regulations? Is it necessary to adapt to it when it should be done."

Kuang Meiying couldn't resist him: "Then what are you going to draw?"

Jiang Lian said to her: "Miss Meng has helped so much, and you didn't say a word and patted your butt and left. Isn't it appropriate? It's too worthwhile to thank you verbally. She doesn't need gold or silver to deliver things."

This is reasonable and impeccable. Kuang Meiying suddenly lost her words. Indeed, no matter how much gifts you give, it is better to give an original painting with a divine eye. There are very few people in the world who can divine eye - this painting is not just a painting, but more meaningful than ordinary paintings. If anyone who knows how to pay for a copy, he can't even collect it.

She didn't object: "Then, what are you drawing?"

Jiang Lian replied: "Just choose her daily scenes. I remember it carefully and draw one."

...

This picture was really delayed to the last second. The driver of the car was impatiently waiting downstairs and shouted twice. The first time, it was calmed down by Wei Biao's promise that "it starts to calculate the money from this moment, and I will pay as much as I go to the airport." The second time, it was not for the money, and the driver followed Wei Biao to define the responsibility, "I don't care. Anyway, I won't suffer any loss in money and can't catch up with the plane. It's your business, so don't blame me."

Jiang Lian even had to walk and carry out the last step of packaging on the way downstairs.

Liu Guanguo was as good as a landlord and saw the three people off at the door. When Jiang Lian walked up to him, he just tied a beautiful knot with the thin string tied up: in fact, the packaging was not complicated, it was just rolled into a tube, wrapped it in another layer on the outside, and then tied it with the string. Although it was a little simpler, it was carefully and not perfunctory.

He handed the paint tube to Liu Guanguo: "Please hand it over to Miss Meng then, it's too late to say goodbye to her in person."

Liu Guanguo agreed: "It's okay, it's okay, in the information age, nothing is a matter, it's convenient to contact - oh, yes, Miss Meng knows this."

Jiang Lian was a little caught off guard: "Do you understand?"

Liu Guanguo nodded: It should be considered as if he knew. The driver called him and told him that Assistant Meng came out to go to the bathroom. He took a loophole and went up to say it. At that time, Assistant Meng finished listening with a faint expression, said "I understand", and then went into the room again.

Although I didn't tell Miss Meng, everyone in the mountain ghost knows that if you want to go to Miss Meng's side, you must pass by Meng Jinsong. Rounding it all means Miss Meng knows it.

"Then, did Miss Meng say something?"

Liu Guanguo was speechless for a moment, and felt that his boss could not leave an impression of being ignorant in front of outsiders, so he stammered: "It means understanding. I wish you all the best and the old man."

Jiang Lian nodded, paused and said, "Thank you Miss Meng."

***

Meng Qianzi and her party did not come back until after three in the morning.

When Liu Guanguo heard the movement, he wanted to come out to exchange greetings, but when he finished dressing, he took the paintblock and went up to the third floor. However, the doors of several rooms were closed and the sound was silenced. It was because he was too tired to socialize and exhausted.

The night-time person greeted him: "Brother Liu, you are too hard. What a big deal you can't tell me tomorrow? I deliberately stay up late and pretend to be diligent, and I want Assistant Meng to raise your salary."

Liu Guanguo laughed and scolded: "Nothing is said."

As he was talking, he suddenly saw a door open. It was Meng Jinsong who had already changed into his pajamas and had just washed his face. Before he could even dry it: "What's the matter?"

Meng Jinsong heard something outside and didn't want to pay attention to it, but he vaguely heard that he was mentioned, so he opened the door and asked.

The person on the night thought that his chat was too loud and his face turned red with embarrassment. Liu Guanguo quickly came up and his voice lowered eight degrees: "It's nothing big. I just heard that my fifth sister and the others came back and wanted to say hello. Also, isn't Jiang Lian leaving? Ask me to get this thing..."

Meng Jinsong said: "Let's come in and talk."

After saying that, he entered the room, sat down on the bed, and drew a piece of paper to wipe the water stains on his face.

Liu Guanguo felt that it was not worth it to come in for this matter. Therefore, although he entered the house and closed the door, he only stood next to the door so that he could withdraw at any time: "It's... Jiang Lian asked me to hand over this to Miss Meng, and I took it."

Meng Jinsong nodded and sprayed some moisturizing water on his face: "Open it and take a look."

Liu Guanguo thought he had heard it wrong: "Ha? Open... This is Miss Meng's...a personal item."

Meng Jinsong stopped his movements in his hand and looked up at Liu Guanguo. Liu Guanguo was dull and felt that he might have said the wrong thing.

Meng Jinsong asked him back: "Can anyone give gifts to Miss Meng? What do you want us to do? In Shanguizhai, we have to open the express delivery received by Miss Meng and her aunts first. How do you know that what you are sending is not dangerous goods?"

Damn! It was a word that woke up the dreamer. Liu Guanguo deeply felt the gap between himself and the special assistant.
To be continued...