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"Saved?"

"Well, she was almost bitten by a dog when she was a child. I took a stick to lure her. In the end, she was not bitten, but I was bitten."

Cen Si frowned slightly: "How old are you?"

"Twelve years old."

What Jiang Shiye said was very simple, omitting all causes and consequences.

At that time, he was still the object of isolation for children on Fengcheng West Street. The children liked to go to a deserted open-air skating rink, and he liked it too. Although others were a group, he was alone.

There you can hear the sound of repairing the high-speed rail, knocking again and again, very rhythmic.The young Jiang Shiye discovered that the sound of building high-speed rail is different in different sections, not only the tone, but also the pitch, and he even popped Dore Mi in his mind.

And that day he heard a dog barking and saw Lu Xiaoou being chased by two mad dogs.

The rink was full of kids and everyone was freaking out.Jiang Shiye was also terrified, but he acted faster than his brain, picked up a stick from his corner and went.

In the end, his leg was bitten, and it was Lu Xiaoou's parents who carried him to the hospital.

It was also because of this that he met Lu Ou.

Cen Si frowned deeply: "You never told me."

"It's not a big deal, I haven't told anyone." Jiang Shiye replied lightly, sliding his fingers on the sofa cover.

He is not a person who likes to dwell on the past—except for those who recover after amnesia, after all, his past is ugly and lackluster, and he doesn't like to talk.

But on Cen Si's side, he always said a few more words inexplicably: "Because of this, my little sister always likes to ask me to cling to me. In fact, she can't tell whether she is grateful or likes it."

"Stupid." Cen Si sneered.

Jiang Shiye could hear that Cen Si was cursing himself.

He looked sideways at him.

"Zombie, my sister can tell the difference, but you can't tell the difference." Cen Si was very straightforward.

The finger scratching the sofa leather stopped: "Then how do you tell the difference?"

How to tell the difference between gratitude and love.

Always wanted to know the answer.

"I don't know, I can tell just by looking at my eyes." Cen Si withdrew his legs.

He thought for a moment, his voice was very deep, and his speech slowed down, as if he was reciting lines, "I think gratitude is when you owe someone a favor and you want to pay it back right away. Love is when you owe him a favor, but you still don't stop."continue to owe. That’s about it.”

Outside the car window, the lights of the film and television studio opposite were still on, and Jiang Shiye's heart suddenly flickered.

His fingers dug deep into the leather of the sofa.

half an hour.

"It makes sense."

After the visit was over, Jiang Shiye planned to take the late-night high-speed train back to Qing City.Perhaps subconsciously, he really wanted to owe favors all the time, and was counting on Cen Si to keep him.

But Cen Si, who was going to stay in the hotel, didn't persuade him to stay, he just said to send him to the station.

Light can hide everything in shadows, but darkness can hide everything.The deeper the night, the more magnified his fatigue and weakness will be.

At least in Jiang Shiye's eyes.

The car drove forward slowly, Cen Si was flipping through the script, and finally put it down, leaning his head on the sofa: "Zombie, play the piano for a while, I want to take a nap."

"..." So I was asked to carry the guitar to sleep?

Jiang Shiye silently picked up the guitar and set it up: "What do you want to hear."

"Whatever, take it easy."

So Jiang Shiye played Chen Zui's "Moon at the Corner", which is as gentle as the moon in the name, especially when played with pure guitar notes.

Cen Si exhaled and closed his eyes.

Jiang Shiye plucked the strings with his fingers, looked at the person sitting on the sofa, and felt that the scene in front of him was very familiar.

When he lived with Cen Si, he practiced all night and let himself play the piano.

?

This thought came out of nowhere.Not like a memory, not like a question, just like the moon around the corner, a hidden but always present, suddenly seen somewhere, a conjecture like a fact.

Even if he went to the capital without a guitar at all.

After playing the loop three times, the station is here.

As expected, Cen Si fell asleep. Jiang Shiye didn't know if it was his own brain supplement, or if the music really had this healing magic power. He felt that Cen Si's breathing was much more stable.

When he got out of the car, he glanced at the man's face.

Unexpectedly, he put the glasses on his face carefully.

He stared at it for two seconds.

Such a face.

Jiang Shiye felt joy for no reason.

Such a face.

He suddenly felt that, excluding illness, it is indeed not a pity for this person to enter the entertainment industry.

Jiang Shiye got out of the car and looked up to see a crooked moon printed in the black sky, which was very fitting.

He looked up for a while, not knowing that Cen Si opened his eyes after he got out of the car, took off his glasses, and stared at them in a daze.

The mirror also seemed to reflect the moon printed on the car window, and it seemed to be printed on the eyes of the person who just got off the car, which was brighter than the moonlight.

Chapter 41 Verse. Defensive Counterattack

A few days later, when Cen Si came to the scalp treatment parlor with the program team, Jiang Shiye was not there.

He went to record a song.

Chen Zheng said that the web drama was an S-level project of VEC, and Jiang Shiye didn't know it, so he decided to go to the recording studio to record songs.

At two thousand a shed, he would be expensive to death.

What a dream chaser.

As naive as he is, he doesn't know that S-class is VEC's leftover project, and their key projects are all called S+.

But it is VEC after all, even if it is a promotional song for a small web drama, the quality of the compilation is guaranteed.The main tune is calm and explosive, similar to "1783", no wonder Jiang Shiye was asked to sing it.

He felt that this song was not difficult, but it was the first time he recorded a song in a recording studio, and he was not used to hearing his own voice directly through headphones.

He was startled when he heard the dry voice*.

Is your voice really like this?

so ugly?

He doubted life, but the sound engineer was very satisfied:

"You are amazing. Nine out of ten people in the recording studio can break into yellow tunes. You can sing so well and have the right rhythm. It's not like the first time you came here."

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