Song Wenting ate no more than two mouthfuls before putting down his chopsticks.

Lin Xingyao glanced at her and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I have no appetite."

Looking around the eye-catching figure on the opposite side, remembering what he heard just now, Lin Xingyao sank his eyes, and he gestured: "How about going out to get some air?"

Song Wenting shook her head lightly, thinking of Director Chen's look at Qin, she just wanted to end this dinner quickly and go home.

"Xingyao, do you know which room is the piano brought by Director Chen?"

"Just next door."

After leaving the room and isolating Ruo Ruo Ruo, Song Wenting was relieved.

He pinched the palm of his hand, and a bit of an afterthought of depression followed in his heart. Just now, Ji Yanzhou said: don't know well.

Even acquaintances are reluctant to admit it, let alone an ex. Moreover, their relationship was just a pretense, nothing to do with love.

But, she thought, at least they were friends.

But in the past five years, there has been no contact at all, and the current sentence: not too familiar, broke Song Wenting's delusion.

How could someone like him be friends with her. The kindness of giving alms back then was the greatest blessing from God.

Perhaps because she was silent for too long, the waiter who had been waiting asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Shaking his head and smiling, Song Wenting remembered the purpose, and after asking, he approached the next hall.

There are three guqins placed on the solid wood table in the house, and the fragrance of fir is leisurely.

The play is based on the historical background of the Han, Wei and Six Dynasties. At this historical node, the guqin has an unprecedented development, and the choice of qin is also very particular.

The 'Banana Forest Fengwan' qin is the most representative and famous qin, but it was badly damaged and has been preserved in the Jiangluan City Museum. Song Wenting really didn't know that the violin had been repaired by 70%, and three copies were copied as it was. Director Chen invited her to come over to see which of the three copies was more suitable.

In my mind, I suddenly remembered the sentence that Director Chen just said: Wisdom Eyes and Pearls are not me, but someone else.

The restoration and imitation of the guqin appears to have been done privately.

The first thing Song Wen heard about was the teacher. Although she did not agree with her joining the group, Song Wen heard that she was a typical knife-mouthed tofu-hearted person. Song Wenting also mentioned repairing the status quo more than once in front of her, so it is not impossible for Gu Yin to help secretly.

In any case, they are the people of Aegean.

After wiping his fingertips, Song Wenting stroked a few times, and carefully checked some details and workmanship, and finally picked out a piano with a higher timbre and imitation.

The photo was sent to Director Chen, and the reason for the selection was carefully explained. In the end, I said sorry in the message, I was not feeling well, and I wanted to leave the venue early.

Waiting until Director Chen replied to her, Song Wenting sent another message to Lin Xingyao, who quickly replied: "It's still raining outside, I'll take you off."

"No, I have a friend to pick you up. Today's banquet is very important to you, don't be rude." Song Wenting replied.

In this circle, wealthy investors are "dads", and Lin Xingyao should not abandon "dads" for her.

Song Wenting went out and called Xia Nan while walking, saying that she was leaving the club soon and asked her to pick her up at the place.

The two were about to hang up the phone, but Song Wenting was startled.

In the corner corridor, a figure was exposed. He stood sideways in front of the window, his body hidden behind the junction of light and dark, and his expression was unclear. The upper body bent slightly, he raised his hand and pressed half of the cigarette in his hand to extinguish it among the stones. A hint of smoke came along the wind from the windowsill, and Song Wenting was in a trance for a moment.

He didn't notice her and was answering the phone seriously.

A deep voice penetrated into the eardrum: "Okay, I'll buy it for you later."

Unlike the indifference in the box, now he is relaxed, arbitrary, and a familiar sloppy tone.

I don't know what the other side said, he chuckled lightly, and said in a soft tone: "Do you want durian flavor again? Can you change it?"

As his eyes darkened, Song Wenting probably guessed who was on the other side.

She put the mobile phone that Xia Nan hung up at some point in her bag, and wanted to pass by calmly.

As he got closer, the doting smile became clearer and harsher. He finally smiled and said, "Okay, rest early."

The moment he hung up the phone, Song Wenting happened to walk by his side.

So she could see half of the man's hidden face, and at this moment, those eyes caught her.

The smile on his lips was clean, and he only looked at her once, and then withdrew his gaze.

I only saw him half-drooping his eyelashes, staring at the phone intently, swiping his long fingers on the screen from time to time.

Song Wenting hesitated for two seconds whether to say hello, and finally remembered his "Not familiar.", so he gave up.

The bright light in the corridor entangled in the bottom of my eyes, and the heels stepped on the thick carpet without making any sound. The shadows laid by the two figures overlapped, and the ambiguity was pressed and moved away very quickly. At the moment of intersection, Song Wenting seemed to smell the unique fir smell on his body, cold and indifferent.

She took her steps and continued to move forward, but the voice behind her suddenly smashed: "Something fell."

At this second, the subconscious breath-holding action loosened slightly, and Song Wenting had to breathe fresh air.

But at the moment when he turned to see the things on the ground, the heart that had just put down was inexplicable.

It was a candy, and the slightly fancy packaging bag was printed with a cartoon antique pattern. Just looking at it, you could feel the sweet fragrance soaking into your tongue.

Lightly frowning, Song Wenting approached and quickly picked up the candy, for fear that his well-hidden thoughts would be revealed just a second later.

"thanks."

The palms clenched unconsciously, and the candy bag made a fine crunching sound.

Song Wenting didn't hear his response, her heart pounding in her chest, and her soft hair fell from her white cheeks to her shoulders.

The awe-inspiring breath of the rainy night was blowing from the window, and it was inexplicably cold. Song Wenting's eyes could not help falling to the man's hair. The black hair made his skin even more white, and he was standing. He was born with a noble and proud temperament. more difficult to achieve.

Perhaps because her gaze was too hot, the man was finally willing to look up.

Those peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and there was a smile on his lips, but there was no emotion in his eyes. He said, "Mr. Song, what are you looking at?"

The "Teacher Song" bit by him was frivolous and casual, and he didn't respect the so-called teacher at all.

Song Wenting suddenly returned to her senses, only to feel rude, her tender white cheeks were flushed with a thin blush, and she couldn't see clearly in the dark, she said, "I'm sorry."

Staring at her with dark eyes, he seemed to be suddenly interested, and he played with his taste: "Know me?"

In Ji Yanzhou's line of sight, the woman held a delicate eyebrow and her long eyelashes trembled for a few seconds, as if thinking about how to respond.

After a while, she looked again, her voice was soft and soft, and she took the initiative to admit: "Well, long time no see."

The tall figure stood up straighter, he deliberately raised his brow bone suddenly, and mentioned the scene at the dinner table just now, "Didn't you just say 'no'?"

Song Wenting didn't expect him to mention just now, she thought he would keep a tacit understanding.

If you know the things that are clear, why should you mention the bright side?

There was a little inexplicable emotion in his heart, and when Song Wenting spoke again, he couldn't help but have a thorn in his words: "Mr. Ji, it wasn't really a 'yes' at all."

No one speaks in the silent atmosphere.

After a while, he smiled at Ji Yanzhou's eyebrows at all, but his voice was cold: "Also, it is really not considered."

Song Wenting didn't come back to his senses until after the shadowy figure did not enter the door again.

When he opened the door and got into the car, the warmth came, and Song Wenting pulled away from the strange emotion brought by meeting him again.

Xia Nan gave her a surprised look: "Sister Wen Ting, is it over?"

"Yeah." Song Wenting responded with a guilty conscience, calmed down, took out his phone, and pulled out his friend Yue Yao from the chat: [Yao Yao, I met Ji Yanzhou today. 】

The long finger continues to knock: [but not happy with imagination. .

Yue Yao didn't reply in time, Song Wenting squeezed his phone tightly and looked out the window to the street where the lights and shadows fell. The rain stopped at some point, and the long street was clear and bright.

Song Wenting's heart was in a mess, and their relationship was indeed "not really an ex."

The light in the beautiful eyes faded a little, and at the right time, he remembered the phone call he just heard, so, is he with Xu Xinning?

It has been five years since Ji Yanzhou graduated from university and went abroad. Song Wenting subconsciously did not know his news, and her former love was deliberately suppressed in her memory. Even when he returned to China three months ago, Yue Yao told her.

His emotional status was unknown.

The palm of his hand holding the phone was sweating, Song Wenting unlocked the phone, opened Weibo, and entered his name to search.

Soon an exaggerated headline came into view: Ji Yanzhou returned to China for love. Link picture # "Feng Yao" heroine Xu Xinning #, the accompanying picture is the heroine's single-person picture in the movie, which is charming and pure fox demon. The appearance is good, the acting is good, this is the following hot comment. In the hot comment, there are several echoing titles:

[Nine -tailed foxy wife with a feast. Sprinkle flowers. .

[I heard that Ji gave up the country of presidents of Australia's company to return, and Xu was hidden for two years by the show, and was revealed three months ago. The guessing Ji may not know that this is the case, so I saw the news and angry, so the first thing to return to China was to restart "Seal the Demon". .

[I heard that the two of them are still pseudo orthopedics. Cover your mouth JPG. .

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .

[Never deceive. Xu grew up at the Ji family, and the two had no blood relationship. Intersection Intersection Intersection .

【wrong! Intersection There are rumors that when I was in college, I had a ex -girlfriend, and it was not Xu. If it is really a two -way rush to a bamboo horse, why should others be together? .

[What ex -girlfriend, my boyfriend and sister's predecessor graduated from Nan'an University. They said that the so -called ex -girlfriend was fake, and the season was to retaliate against the people who hurt Xu. After being arrested, the two broke up quickly. .

【what? What villain, bait, arrest? Intersection Intersection Feeling a big melon. .

"Sister Wen!"

With a sound to wake Song Wenting, she hurriedly exited the screen and looked up at Xia Nan: "What's wrong?"

Xia Nan leaned over and looked at her seriously for a moment, before wrinkling her face: "You still ask me what's wrong? What's wrong with you, absent-minded."

She frowned and frowned, and her face was worried: "Did you happen at the banquet, you have a bad face."

Song Wenting adjusted his expression and shook his head at the little girl: "It's okay, I just ate a few cold dishes, and my stomach is not feeling well."

"Ah." Xia Nan hurriedly pulled out the stomach medicine from the front cabinet, "Then take two quickly."

Taking the pills from her hand, Song Wenting got out of the car: "Well, drink warm water when you go back."

Xia Nan nodded, and asked worriedly, "You must eat it!"

The car was dumped out of the underground parking lot, and Xia Nan's hairy head stuck out of the cab: "Sister Wen Ting, I'm going to Teacher Gu's place tomorrow. I'll pick you up at nine o'clock in the morning."

"Okay, pay attention to safety on the road."

After returning home to take a shower, replying to Lin Xingyao's home news, and pacing to the kitchen to take stomach medicine, Song Wenting received a call from Yue Yao.

The voice in the microphone was noisy, and Yue Yao's voice came after a while: "Hello? Listen...listen?"

"Well, yes."

Yue Yao: "Hurry, hurry up! Yan... Yan Er is at its peak, tell me how to treat... treat him!"

She was a little slurred, probably drunk.

Song Wenting calculated the time, and it seemed that Ji Yanzhou also left the dinner not long after she left.

"Yue Yao, don't. We have nothing to do, don't bother people."

"Why does he say 'unfamiliar' with you? Who proposed to be together at the beginning, and who left without saying a word. Treating people as... as monkeys is not so heartless." Yue Yao endured her drunken voice and said, "I...I said that when he returns to China, he will definitely pay back the anger you have suffered."

Before Song Wenting could persuade him, there was only a burst of exclamations, and then a dull "bang" slammed down.

Quiet all around.