"You know each other?" Gu Yin was the first to be surprised, her eyes fell on Song Wenting, and she probed a little more.

Feeling nervous, Song Wenting pretended to be calm and explained: "The crew met once at the opening banquet."

The long eyelashes curled up, and when they looked at Ji Yanzhou's black eyes last year, they moved away with a little guilty conscience.

In the rain, Song Wenting seemed to hear a snort.

But it quickly dissipated into the air and was nowhere to be found.

Gu Yin didn't want to hear about the crew, so he quickly changed the subject, "What a talent." She smiled until her eyes narrowed, "Suwan, why haven't I seen your little grandson before?"

"He, he just came back from abroad."

The raindrops fell along the eaves, and then slid into the gaps along the blue bricks. Song Wenting stood quietly and listened to a few people's greetings. Occasionally, the cold and pleasant voice was mixed with the sound of rain.

In the corner of Song Wenting's light, he stood like a pine and cypress, tall and slender, which overlapped with the figure in the memory just now. His stern face carried the dignity of a gentleman. The conversation last night was vivid in his mind. Song Wenting secretly speculated in his heart that he seemed to have changed and seemed to remain the same, but his bones were still full of laziness.

After chatting a few more words, they were about to say goodbye, and Gu Yin suddenly said, "Listen, don't call Xiao Xia to pick you up. If it's convenient, take your grandma Ji's car back."

Subconsciously raising his eyes, Song Wenting met Ji Yanzhou's gaze, his expression was slightly sad, but those black eyes were dipped in darkness like ink.

Song Wenting was a little dazed, and with a slight smile, he refused without thinking: "No need, I'll call her."

Shen Heqing, who was standing next to her, said at the right time, "Listen to my car, I just happened to be going to her house to get something."

Song Wenting, like grabbing a life-saving straw, nodded impatiently: "Okay."

Grandma Ji looked at Ji Yanzhou's expressionless face, smiled in her heart, and put the idea of ​​​​retaining it on hold, she asked one more question: "Then go out together?"

The cars were all parked outside, Song Wenting nodded, took out an umbrella from the house, and stepped out of the eaves with Shen Heqing.

Ji Yanzhou and grandma were left behind, Xiaoyu made an annoying noise while hitting the umbrella, and the knuckle holding the umbrella's handle turned white.

"It's a good match." She deliberately pressed her steps, and when she was a little further away, Grandma Ji sighed deliberately, "I heard from Gu Yin that he is about to go down the mountain to study for a doctorate."

Ji Yanzhou raised his eyelids and walked around from the backs of the two people in front. The dark blue robe and the apricot dress were entangled with each other as they walked, which was indeed a good match.

Looking back indifferently, Ji Yanzhou sneered: "So, you called me just to gossip about others?"

Grandma Ji is not annoyed: "mainly I want to see you deflated."

Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and tilted the umbrella behind grandma's shoulder, put one hand on her shoulder, and said casually, "That will disappoint you."

Grandma Ji said a few words of anger, and then asked, "I really don't like it?"

While talking, they had already walked to the front of the car.

The driver put grandma in the car.

Ji Yanzhou tilted his head slightly, and the scene in front was brought into his eyes. Under the misty rain on the long street, the man in Taoist robe carefully sent the woman to the passenger seat.

A few jars of things were scattered out of the bag the man was carrying, and the round jars slid along the bluestone slab to his feet.

He leaned over and picked it up. The tin can of cigarette powder had an ancient painting protruding from it. The raindrops fell from the figure of the Taoist priest leaning over and playing the piano on the chopping board. It was a delicate and meaningful sugar jar.

It's filled with the white peach flavored tableted sugar they all love.

"Thank you." The man's gentle tone was as gentle as jade.

It's her type.

The iron box was lightly rubbed in the palm of his hand for two seconds, and Ji Yanzhou said, "This box is somewhat familiar."

There was a smile on the corners of his lips, but Shen Heqing felt an inexplicable emotion piercing straight at him, a faint hostility that was not obvious but could not be ignored.

Ji Yanzhou quickly sat in the back seat, turned on the tablet with no expression, and started to work.

Grandma Ji didn't plan to let him go: "you didn't answer me just now."

"What?" Ji Yanzhou was unaffected, and didn't even glance at him from the corner of his eye.

"Don't pretend." Grandma Ji, "if you don't like it, forget it. From tomorrow, go to meet the girls I picked for you before."

"You're so energetic, you can meet me for me." The long fingers flew over the screen, Ji Yanzhou casually.

"I saw it for you today, I think it's good, but you don't like it." Grandma Ji, "Ayan, at the Baimo Hall concert last month, you said that the girl on stage was very good. There is only one girl named Song Wenting, I...would I be wrong?"

Handing the tablet of the phone to the front row, Ji Yanzhou said softly, "Yes."

Song Wenting followed Shen Heqing to the Guqin Research Institute in the afternoon. The institute was recently sorting out relevant information on the development of the Qing'an School of Guqin. This is a big project.

The development of the Qing’an school of guqin is closely related to Taoism, but because of a fire in the temple, 70% of the precious qin scores and qin-making skills have been lost, but the restoration work has to be carried out, and there will definitely be unexpected gains in the process.

Shen Heqing will help here when they go down the mountain, and Song Wenting, as the inheritor, is a frequent visitor here, so they didn't go out until eight o'clock in the evening.

Saying goodbye to Shen Heqing, Song Wenting goes upstairs to go home.

The house with two bedrooms and one living room is close to the ancient street in the city center. The community is a bit old, but the environment is still clean. Song Wenting lives alone.

After washing, she came to the table in front of the window of the piano room and read the script of "Luo Xueshangyue". Many of the "Banana Forest Wind Night" piano songs in this play have been lost. Song Wenting searched through the ancient books and couldn't find the other half of the piano score of "Xiling Window Night Talk".

Therefore, in order to restore the charm of the qin music of the era, Song Wenting has been creating other parts with the only score.

Besides, this drama still needs a lot of soundtracks, some of which were discussed with Director Chen, and Song Wenting decided to create and write them himself. So she doesn't need to go to the studio now, just to find inspiration, Song Wen decided to go to see it the next day.

Then got in touch with Director Chen, and Song Wenting got up and started groping for creation on the piano.

Eventually interrupted by a phone call.

"Busy?"

It was mother Yun Jin's call, and the tone was as direct and cold as ever.

"Well." Song Wenting paced to the window and looked at the neon street in the distance, her voice was also cold, "What's the matter?"

Yun Jin's voice was even cooler: "I used this tone with me, so I can't call you if I have nothing to do?"

Without waiting for Song Wenting's reply, Yun Jin went straight to the point: "Go to see Zhang Jin tomorrow. I'll send you the address, wear it with youthful vitality."

There was a warm light in his eyes, but the room where Song Wenting was located was cold and cold.

She replied, "I don't have time tomorrow."

"Don't have time to eat?"

"Um."

Yun Jin: "Listen, don't be childish. If you don't agree, Zhang Jin will be able to take back your house."

This real estate belongs to the Zhang family. She and grandma live here for most of their lives. It is ridiculous that the house does not belong to them, and it is not qualified to be harder without property rights.

The light-white fingertips holding the phone turned white due to the pressure, and Song Wenting said in a deep voice, "Even so, I won't marry him for this house."

Several times back and forth, Yun Jin also knew her temperament, and she didn't get angry: "Listen, this world is not as simple as you think. Today he can sell your house, and tomorrow he can buy your orchestra ","

She said, "I asked you, do you make a few points of money for a month?"

A gust of wind blew in by the window, making Song Wenting's eyes tremble coldly.

"I shouldn't let you learn what Guqin should be learned. In the past ten years, how much money I spent hard to earn me in order to cultivate you?" Yun Jin, "How about you, think about how to protect this piano all day, how What is the support of the country, how much money can you like? Listen, reality. "

"The reality is that he can't buy the orchestra, the national project, he is not qualified yet."

After hanging up, Song Wenting stood alone by the window for a long time.

She has deposited a lot of deposits, but it is still quite difficult to buy this inch of money. In recent years, many performances have been promoted for Guqin, but they are all public welfare exhibitions. In the group and research all the jobs, seek a little meager salary, and have funds in inheritance activities, but only enough event expenses.

Fortunately, there will be a gratifying income to enter the crew as a guidance.

Song Wenting thought silently in his heart.

Yue Yao's phone call came at this moment: "Tingbao, are you still there?"

The female voice was smart and crispy, and she had a lot of distress just now.

Song Wenting: "Alive."

As soon as Yue Yao heard it, his mood was even more excited: "Woohoo, I will never drink anymore in the future !!!"

Song Wenting thought of the embarrassment last night, and nodded silently: "Well, stop drinking."

"I'm really going crazy." She continued to cry, "You know that this morning, I was grasped by Yan Senana to apologize to Ji Yanzhou before I woke up. What experience is it?"

"I haven't been so embarrassed in this life." Yue Yao, "What is even more shame is that I have no broken film. I did n’t forget my punctuation symbol last night! Do you also feel that the embarrassing toe also pulls out a house. Is it? "

Song Wenting nodded honestly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah."

Yue Yao was crazy, "I still scratched him TM! That's Ji Yanzhou! He has been a dog with a bad stomach since he was a child!!! He wouldn't get revenge on me?"

Song Wenting shook his head: "He won't."

The two talked for a while again last night, mainly because Yue Yao's confession and annoyance, but she was careless, and after speaking, she cured herself again.

Instead, I remembered some details: "Do you know, he moved out of the old house, and he lived in the Mansion Mansion."

She paused as she spoke, and said cautiously, "You said, is he with Xu Xinning? I can't even ask Yan Sen that guy."

Song Wenting sat down on the sofa, his eyelashes flickered a few times, and he remembered what Grandma Ji said today: "His grandma seems to be introducing him to a girlfriend."

The throbbing was beating again. At that time, Grandma Ji's question was interrupted. Later, she also deliberately didn't think about it. Grandma Ji really wanted to introduce her to Ji Yanzhou, or was joking.

Can she enter the eyes of grandma like this, can she enter his eyes?

"Ah." Yue Yao sat on the chair and took a pack of potato chips to bite. "Since it is single, then not together?"

Song Wenting got up and closed the window, then went to the kitchen to make a cup of hot water and sipped it gently.

After a while, Yue Yao was puzzled again: "Why? They are not really brothers and sisters, have no blood relationship, what are you afraid of?"

Song Wenting shook his head slightly.

"I think there is only one possibility, that is Xu Xinning's mother and Ji Yanzhou's father, get the certificate!" Yue Yao's white ankles dangled on the bar, and she suddenly realized when she said this, "So, it is impossible for them to be together at all.!"

Let a person who is arrogant in his bones be discouraged to the person you love. Except for this reason, there may be no other persuasiveness.

"Listen, you ..." Yue Yao condensed for a while, and made a careful voice.

"how?"

"It's nothing." Yue Yao shook his head and shook off the speculation in his mind for so many years, who is Song Wenting?How could the snow on the tip of the snowy mountain fall in love with a prodigal like Ji Yanzhou.

Song Wenting's thoughts were already flying, and he put down the cup lightly. On the table were some snacks and candies that Shen Heqing bought for her. The tin box that was exposed at random was very eye-catching.

There is a tablet sugar that Ji Yanzhou likes to eat.

In his mind, the wanton teenagers and self -prolonged self, pretending to be in the memories of the debris.