Ji Youyan suddenly opened her eyes wide, and when she heard that fireworks burst into flames in her heart, she was stunned and happy.

She raised her hands high, ecstatic, and took two quick steps, as if she wanted to give Yao Xiao a big hug, but she restrained herself from Yao Xiao's teasing eyes. But no matter how calm she tried to pretend, the curvature of the corners of her lips really couldn't be suppressed.

Yao Xiao looked at her as if she was the aftermath of a catastrophe, with a rare clumsy and cute reaction, and couldn't help but chuckle twice.

"Mr. Ji, how about I discuss something with you?" Yao Xiao joked half-truth.

Ji Youyan looked at Jingxiu's closed door, his eyes full of tenderness, and with a shy smile, he nodded. Don't say it's one thing, even if it's a hundred things now, she is willing to promise Yao Xiao.

"Mr. Ji, how about you send some to save next time?"

How hard is this snowman to keep? She was taken out of the bed by Teacher Jing in a cold world, and now she has to go to the catering department to find someone to store the snowman in their freezer. Then, the courier went to work tomorrow, and she had to find time to send the snowman back in person. The most important thing is that, after such a toss, this snowman has been kept in the refrigerator, and it will deform after a long time.

People who fall in love always have brain circuits that are different from ordinary people. Even Teacher Jing, who has always been calm and composed, is no different. Yao Xiao was both sad and funny.

Ji Youyan couldn't hear Yao Xiao's overtones. She let out a low laugh, and answered her with a good temper: "Okay."

Yao Xiao raised his glasses, pointed at the snowman helplessly and said, "Okay, Mr. Ji, I'll go down first, otherwise it's time to melt."

Ji Yuyan nodded.

After Yao Xiao left, Ji Youyan stood in the living room for a long time, looking at Jingxiu's door with mixed feelings. After the great sorrow and joy, she wanted to cry and laugh.

like a child. Ji Yuyan laughed at himself.

She subconsciously took two steps towards Jingxiu's room, and she narrowed her eyes and stopped again. Axiu pretended to be sleeping because she didn't want to face her tonight. Even if she succeeded in her routine, she shouldn't be so happy to slap Axiu in the face now, right?

Ji Youyan laughed and turned back to the room thoughtfully.

She returned to the room, shivering from the low temperature in the room, and quickly closed the bay window and turned on the electric heater beside the bed. Then she went into the glass room and poured water into the wash basin, ready to warm her hands.

The water splashed into the washbasin, Ji Youyan dipped his almost unconscious hands in the warm water that had not yet released heat, and gradually lost his mind as he watched the rippling water waves.

Yao Xiao made such a loud noise just now, Axiu, you should have heard it in the room, right?

Mingming had just pinched the snowman and tried to apologize for misunderstanding her in the afternoon. At night, she fell into her own habitual thinking again, complaining about herself, and misunderstood Axiu again.

Axiu, what would you think of her?

Before the meal, she and Axiu went in together with an umbrella. On the way, Axiu's mood was obviously much calmer than in the afternoon and evening. Why did Axiu suddenly feel bad after eating, and even pretended to sleep and didn't want to see her? ?

Something must have happened while eating...

Ji You said that she was blessed, and suddenly she no longer wanted to warm her hands. She quickly turned off the faucet, and before she had time to dry her hands, she sat back by the bed, took her phone, and clicked on Jingxiu's WeChat profile picture.

She watched the cursor flickering in the input box, clenched her fingers, and sent a message to Jingxiu, "Axiu, are you asleep?"

As expected, Jingxiu didn't reply to her for two minutes.

Ji Youyan raised his hand and took a deep breath, then lowered his head and continued to send a message to Jingxiu: "Axiu, I apologize to you about Ning Wei this afternoon, I thought I was right."

She mustered up the courage to post one after another as if talking to herself.

"Perhaps it was Ning Wei's cowardice and cowardice that made me think of myself, so I couldn't help but sympathize with her. But you're right, you just indulge in your own emotions and isolate those who care about you from your own emotions. Besides, they are also selfish people.”

"I used to have a lot of words, a lot of things, and a lot of emotions. Like Ning Wei, I couldn't say it. I don't know how to talk to you, I don't know how to explain it to you, and I don't even dare to let you know if I don't want to. ."

"When Chi Dongqing mentioned Guo Wen in the evening, I don't know if you noticed it or not. I was very nervous. Because I don't know, at the time, did you know that I once sold a song to Guo Wen. You ask me, which song you think is very similar. The one released by Guo Wen is the version I finally settled on."

Ji Yuyan's throat started to become sore, and his breathing was heavy. It is not an easy task to cut yourself apart for others to see. But she still insisted: "Do you remember? Just a year after my debut, I released two online singles, which were my most satisfying works, but there was no splash. I was disappointed, but also very unwilling. Cao Tianchi didn't want me to sing anymore. He said that the Chinese market was sluggish, and he asked me to act first to gain fame and then sing. I didn't want to. I thought I signed him for singing, not acting. He laughed at me a few times. I still love to dream so much when I am old, I can't recognize the reality, and it makes my works worthless."

Those mean words, for a long time, were the culprit of Ji Youyan's insomnia at midnight - she fell into infinite self-doubt.

"One day, a music producer approached me, and he said he appreciated my songs, but Cao Tianchi pushed all my collaborations and suspended all my work, so he could only come to me directly. I thought It was an opportunity, full of anticipation, but after seeing my work, this music producer told me that the work was good, but it was a waste in my hands.”

"He wants to buy a song from me on behalf of a very popular singer. He said that in the current market, whether the song is good or not is not only determined by the quality of the work itself, but more importantly, it depends on the song Who wrote the song and who sang it."

"Fame and popularity are more valuable than talent. It's my people who ruined my songs."