A. Home Improvement Operation (1)

Do you understand what is meant by postmodernism

Father indeed did not agree, and Yuan Mubin sorrowfully shouted out the voice from the depths of his heart: "Dad, the company is yours, not mine! I have my own dreams; I want to become an outstanding architectural designer, not a businessman reeking of money!"

Father turned around with some disappointment and said, "If you promise me that you will no longer touch the design drafts, I will give you this money to fulfill your dream; otherwise, everything is off the table"

When did this guy come in? How could I not hear a single footstep? Could it be that he has turned into a cat?

Hmph, after all this time, he just wants me to take the initiative to move out; I won't fall for it!

I wish to transform the Qingying Pavilion into an ideal building in the postmodern architectural style. The preliminary design sketches are already formed in my mind I

Just as I was lost in thought, a ghostly figure suddenly floated towards me. I stood up abruptly; this ghost seemed to be the shadow of Yuan Mubin

Understood

I know you have not been feeling well lately, it would be good to go there and clear your mind, and if you are not comfortable staying, you can come back

He knocked on the study door, and a deep male voice came from inside. He pushed the door open and saw his father sitting at the desk, facing the endless documents that could never be finished.

He showed no intention of letting me go, grabbing the fabric bear from the sofa and stuffing it into my arms, sneering: "Look at what you've turned the Qingying Pavilion into! A children's paradise of lace, floral patterns, and teddy bears? Childish!"

In the future, as everyone lives under the same roof, it is only right to coexist harmoniously

I do not care whether you like it or not, I will say it only once: these childish and vulgar items are prohibited in the public area!" He pointed at the floral cushion on the sofa.

But now everything has been lost, lost my mother, and also lost the hope of realizing my dreams

"Do not provoke me, I am in a terrible mood right now!" he shouted at me

Oh my God! Am I hallucinating, or is it that whatever I think of just appears? I am blinking my eyes hard to confirm whether I am hallucinating or just seeing things.

You are back!" Father closed a document, picked up a cup, and took a sip of tea. "Is everything in order at the place? Are you planning to stay over today?"

You are the childish one! I pushed him away with all my strength and climbed to the other side, saying, "These things are the result of my hard work staying up late, and they are all one of a kind!"

The young man was momentarily taken aback. Since when had the conversations between him and his father become so simplistic? Over the years, their communication had been limited to daily life matters. His father held a skeptical attitude towards any of his thoughts, while only his mother would support his ideas and help him realize his dreams. Yet now, the only person who could assist him had also left him.

"Childish, just like your teddy bear! Within a month, you will be packing your bags and leaving," he declared emphatically, before returning to his own room

Dad! Yuan Mubin's eyes were filled with determination, "This is my only dream!"

Is something so easily replicated still called unique? Ridiculous! Just wait, I will show you what true uniqueness is! He raised an eyebrow, his handsome face filled with confidence

Heavens, I seem to see a small universe behind him about to explode, with boundless power

After seeing off Yisuo and Mido, I lay on the sofa in a daze

Is there anything else?" Father Yan flipped through the documents in front of him and then looked at the young man who stood there motionless

If mother were still here, she would surely be smiling beside us, saying: "Indeed, like father, like son; even arguing is of the same character. You two should stop arguing. Son, I have the highest hopes for you; you should have your own dreams"

The young man nodded lightly.

I detest these lace and floral patterns the most, take them all away from me

What? Postmodern style? Absolutely not! It's utterly unattractive! I am greatly dissatisfied with his plan

I did not do it on purpose! I pouted, feeling quite dissatisfied

Yuan Mubin stood there in a daze, tears shimmering in his eyes, and then silently turned and walked out of the study

Is this still a question? Although I am not as proficient as he is, I do possess basic common knowledge

He continued, "Soon, I will transform the Qingying Pavilion into a building in the style of postmodernism, and your childish little trinkets will become history, forever sealed in dust."

Could you be a little more polite? It was you who pushed me, and I am not in a good mood!

"Who says I don't understand? That kind of style is cold and uninviting, not warm at all, and is no different from a grave."

He suddenly turned around and glared at me, then locked the door

Why should I take it away just because you dislike me? I like it, and that is enough!

His mother has just passed away, and I feel a twinge of sympathy, almost forgetting how he once treated me. Now, seeing his arrogant demeanor, showing no signs of sadness over the loss of a loved one, I realize that it is somewhat ridiculous to extend my "compassion" to him. The one who truly deserves sympathy is clearly me; he is evidently a cold-hearted individual.

It is not an illusion! He is still moving forward

He had no confidence in the matter he was about to raise, as he knew his father would surely oppose it. However, for the sake of his dream, he decided to give it a try, so he mustered his courage and said: "Dad, I would like to borrow some money from you"

I was intimidated by his approaching body and the threatening gaze he exuded, and I said tremulously: "You... you think you can buy me off, and if not, intimidate me? I won't be afraid of you! What do you want... what do you intend to do?"

A sense of foreboding began to envelop me

I never expected that Mido and Yuan Mubin were a couple; it seems they are quite well-matched. ... A combination of handsome and beautiful, one is cold and aloof, while the other is passionate and fiery; one is rational and unfeeling, while the other is confused and adorable

His expression became even more unpleasant, and he said, "You yourself said I am a sharp-tongued man, do you still expect me to treat you with a pleasant demeanor?"

I do not need your permission, because you will not last until the day I implement my plan

In the eyes of outsiders, he is a privileged young master who possesses everything and stands high above others. However, only he knows that he has no friends, and now even his beloved mother has left him. All that remains for him is loneliness and dreams. Loneliness is something that ensnares a person deeper and deeper, while only dreams are what he pursues; he dreams of becoming an architectural designer. Immersing himself in his hobbies is the only way to alleviate the pain of losing his mother. Loneliness is something that ensnares a person deeper and deeper, while only dreams are what he pursues; he dreams of becoming an architectural designer. Immersing himself in his hobbies is the only way to alleviate the pain of losing his mother

Countless times I close my eyes and open them again, the shadow remains

Rest assured! I will not act as you wish; I am also a part of this place. You yourself mentioned that there are common areas, and without my permission, you cannot make any alterations.

I stuck out my tongue at his back, humph, what an annoying guy

"How can you not endure it? You live on the first floor, I live on the second floor, we do not interfere with each other. " I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't move him at all.

"I don't want anything, you want to be my roommate, right? Then it depends on whether you can tolerate me." He let out a cold laugh, and the hot air he exhaled directly hit my face, causing a ticklish sensation

Oh dear, what am I thinking about

Father was somewhat surprised and asked, "I have always given you pocket money, and the credit card is enough for you to buy a decent car. Do you still need to borrow money?"

I have the right to use the Qingying Pavilion, which I have spent a week creating into a warm paradise

Father's reaction was even more intense; he angrily slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup on it to clatter. He shouted, "Then you can rely on yourself to achieve your dreams; I, a merchant reeking of money, have nothing to give you!"

"Only immature people yearn for warmth," he said disdainfully. "If you can't stand it, you should move out as soon as possible, preferably right now!"

He emanated a chilling aura that penetrated to the depths of his heart. He did not take a vehicle, but silently walked towards the Qingying Pavilion

The sixteen-year-old boy stepped out of the luxury car, his handsome face bearing a hint of fatigue and an air of aloofness. He was greeted by a large group of attendants, yet he remained silent, walking straight into the hall. He walked briskly, for he had a plan to execute, one that required his father's support

Mu Bin! His father interrupted him, "You know I do not want you to draw blueprints. You are my only son, and my business empire will one day belong to you. You should learn to manage the family business, rather than waste your time on useless architectural design!"

I stared wide-eyed as he approached closer, his face pale and his expression somber. He said to me, "Step aside, don't block the way!" After saying this, he reached out and pushed me, who was in a daze, to the side. I stumbled and fell onto the sofa, instantly becoming much more alert.

Impossible! I intend to confront this guy to the end. I will not move out voluntarily; can he really pack me up and throw me out?

His face is about to touch mine, damn it! I have completely lost in terms of strength

Hmph! Getting along harmoniously? He slowly leaned down, supporting himself on the sofa with both hands, and leaned closer to me on the sofa, saying slowly and deliberately, "It seems you prefer to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty drink. You haven't had enough of the penalty drink yet, have you forgotten so soon?"