After taking a shower in the bathroom and stepping on the soft blanket with bare feet, Song Wenting felt a little soft from the warm steam, and his usual aggressive appearance faded under the warm light. She raised her hand and gently wiped the wet ends of her hair. A few blue and white jade beads were strung on the ultra-thin bracelet, which was pressed against her skin in the cold to get warm.

I couldn't help but recall the focused eyes and eyebrows when he put the bracelet on her, and... the back view when he finally left at the door just now.

Lowering his eyelashes, Song Wenting walked to the bed, still picked up his phone and sent Ji Yanzhou a message: [The cake is delicious, thank you. 】

She held her breath and waited for a while, but there was still no response in the chat box.

From the living room outside the door, the voices of Yue Yao and Yan Sen talking on the phone came from the living room, their coquettishness was full of sweetness.

So she didn't wait any longer, changed into her pajamas and went directly to the guqin room to practice.

The anxious mood was soothed by the sound of the piano for no reason. Gu Yin once said that learning Guqin may not be for carrying forward the tradition, or not for the sake of fame or profit, but it is worthwhile for Duanduan to do it for himself, and it can always find a quiet place for you under impetuousness.

When she finished her training, she turned around and found Yue Yao standing at the door of the room with her arms folded, looking admiring.

Song Wenting tidied up the bed: "Why don't you sleep with me?"

"No." Yue Yao immediately refused, "That's your bed and that of Mr. Ji, how dare I."

As if she couldn't stand being poor for a moment.

"Yao Yao."

"Besides, this room is pretty good." Yue Yao jumped onto the bed, rolled half a circle, and smiled, "It's really comfortable, don't worry about me. Good night."

Half of this room is a bed, and the other half is her simple guqin room.

So the newly bought bed was smaller, Song Wenting was afraid that she would not be comfortable sleeping, but seeing her really relaxed expression, she stopped pulling with her and let her go.

Back in the room again, Song Wenting packed up and went to bed.

But before going to bed, she subconsciously scrolled out of the chat page, Shen Heqing asked her when she would go to the recording studio, and made an appointment with her to go together; the group leader Yu Feng sent her the repertoire of the orchestra next month, and asked her to practice within the specified time Well, take some time to play with them again.

Yu Qianqian sent a few links, saying that she had received news that Fengtai is planning a reality show competition show about Chinese music. It is rumored that Heming Entertainment will act as an investor in the production and cooperate with Fengtai to create it. She asked if she knew anything about it. Can you ask Mr. Ji what the conditions for participation are.

Regarding the rumors that Yu Qianqian said, Song Wenting didn't hear the slightest bit of wind, and she replied truthfully.

After receiving the expected surprise from the other side, he sent a comforting sentence: [Song Song, I was not clear last time, and I misled you too much. If Wang Zhiyuan wants to take revenge, the first person he will look for must be Ji Yanzhou. So you marry him, not to protect yourself, but to jump directly into the fire pit. 】

Song Wenting has serious eyebrows: [Well, I know. 】

Yu Qianqian: [You know you still dance? 】

Song Wenting: [I want to know that he is safe at any time. 】

So, even knowing that being around him was an unwise choice, Song Wenting jumped. She only had one thought at the time, she wanted to know that he was safe, even if it couldn't help.

After finishing the conversation, Song Wenting clicked on the familiar avatar, but Ji Yanzhou did not reply.

Concealing her disappointment, she turned off the phone directly, telling herself not to repeatedly confirm the fact that he didn't reply, and forced to fall asleep.

This sleep was very bad, strange and bizarre, and even dreamed of Yao Qing whom he had met not long ago.

In the dream, she had no luck. She was voyeuristically photographed without finding out for a long time. Countless photos and videos were uploaded to the Internet and to everyone's mobile phone. Their mocking and malicious eyes fell on her.

Unspeakably wronged and angry, everything was broken by a slap, and the picture changed, and she was slapped on the wall by her father, who yelled countless obscenities, but her mother Yun Jin still calmly traced it carefully in front of the mirror. eyebrows.

In the end, she finally couldn't stand it anymore, and came over, trying to please her, but was slapped on the ground by the man again, and finally they were kicked out of the house, and the neighbors in the alley watched the show, and from time to time they were still screaming. Drooling and swearing, "Low."

Yun Jin jumped up and rushed towards the group of women.

Amidst the chaotic noise, Song Wenting became calmer and calmer. Her face was as usual, and she continued to step forward with her white shoes. The picture became clearer and clearer. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"Grandma..." Her voice trembled slightly, she stood still and did not dare to take a step forward.

"Listen, come, grandma will take you away." The old man stretched out his hand towards her with a gentle face, as if trying to pull her out of the mud.

But the second she just took the old man's hand, the picture suddenly changed, and she was standing on the campus, with the familiar lakeside, the melodious sound of the piano, and the long figure hidden behind the shade of the tree.

She hugged the guqin, as if she hadn't recovered from the abuse just now, she hesitated for a long time.

Everyone said that she was tall and indifferent, like the handful of white snow on the high mountain, but only she knew that she had always been standing in the mud, stuck in it and unable to extricate herself.

Therefore, in the face of real cleanliness, it is a subconscious inferiority complex that is daunting.

"Elementary school girl?" The same wanton, same casual tone, but the difference is that Ji Yanzhou in the dream said one more sentence, "What are you thinking?"

The desire in his heart was watched by those deep eyes, and there was nowhere to hide.

She was instantly startled into a cold sweat.

The phone on the bedside table remembered at the right time, and Song Wenting didn't even think to pick it up.

"Teacher Song." With a familiar deep voice, "Are you awake?"

A cool wind blew through the gap in the window, causing a little trembling, and the voice trembled: "Well, I'm awake."

"I was with Chen Qiyang and the others last night and played very late." These words are clear.

So, is he explaining?

"Oh." The heartbeat revived vigorously, it was a throbbing that was different from the dream.

There was no words for a while, and suddenly fell into a silence.

There was a rustling sound from his side, like the sound of getting up.

Song Wenting's ears warmed, and he shook off the subconscious image in his mind and asked, "Where did you...where did you sleep last night?"

This question is so silly.

Song Wenting frowned instantly regretfully as the words left his mouth.

"Where can homeless people sleep?" The tone was full of uncontrollable sorrow, Song Wenting bit his lips lightly, before he had time to respond.

The mood over there faded again: "Don't worry, I didn't sleep on the street."

Just as Song Wenting breathed a sigh of relief, Ji Yanzhou seemed to have walked to the kitchen, and the sound of running water was heard. Soon, the sound of his throat rolling when he was drinking water seemed to break open in his ear. Song Wenting clutched the phone and wanted to hang up.

Who would have thought that his moistened voice sounded, and he asked, "Mr. Song, what did I do wrong yesterday?"

The subtext is, then why don't you let me in.

Song Wenting only felt that Yue Yao's idea really didn't suit her, and she couldn't help but drown in his complaining and aggrieved tone.

Holding the quilt with his knuckles, Song Wenting said softly, "It's not bad."

"Oh." He came up casually, his voice seemed to be soaked in the morning fog, and it was cool and light, "So it's simply prejudice against me?"

Song Wenting choked, and couldn't help but explain: "Neither."

"Yeah." He responded casually again.

I don't know whether to believe it or not.

Song Wenting just thinks why a man's mind is so hard to guess, it is comparable to a complex guqin score, difficult and difficult to understand.

In the end, the topic was over, and there was nothing to talk about. Song Wenting couldn't stand the silent atmosphere. One second before he hung up the phone, Ji Yanzhou left his last sentence: "Today, the two families are having dinner, don't forget."

I was stunned, until on the way to the recording studio, Song Wenting was still immersed in the dinner at night.

Gu Yin was talking to her, saying that Grandma Ji and Ji Yanzhou's stepmother had already contacted her, and set up a time for the two to meet.

Discuss her marriage with Ji Yanzhou.

"Listen, why do you look unhappy?" Shen Heqing was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe as usual today, with her hair tied on top of her head, and she was elegant and elegant, but her tone was not good.

Song Wenting returned to his senses: "No, I was just thinking about something."

Shen Heqing pushed open the soundproof door of the shed for her, her eyes fell on her fair face, and she frowned when she heard this: "I have something to say, and I'm not an outsider. If he bullies you, I will definitely come forward."

There was a little warmth in his heart, and Song Wenting pulled out a big smile: "Well, I will tell you. Thank you."

The crew Chen Yan has already adjusted the equipment on the spot, and several important creative directors in the troupe have come to the scene. There are five guqin pieces to be recorded today, three of which are original by Song Wenting.

It was almost six o'clock in the evening when it was over. Song Wenting didn't receive a missed call from Ji Yanzhou because he was too involved.

While packing up her things, she dialed back.

The one over there seemed to have been waiting for her reply, and answered quickly: "It's over?"

"Um."

Song Wenting responded, the figure had already exited the gate, and Shen Heqing asked her from behind, "Listen, where are you going? I'll take you off."

Song Wenting looked up and saw the familiar car under the streetlight.

"No need, someone is coming to pick you up."

As soon as her soft words fell, the male voice in her ear stopped in good time, and she spoke again with obvious joy: "Well, the person answering is right in front, see?"

The two words "Listen" were deliberately turned in his throat, and they sounded inexplicably frivolous and frivolous. Song Wenting was stunned for a few seconds, and his ears warmed with hindsight.

But her face was still as calm as ever, she said goodbye to Shen Heqing, and then started to walk to the car.

Zhou Chen got out of the car and opened the car door for her. The man sitting in the back was still holding his mobile phone. His gaze was dark and bright. Song Wenting inexplicably saw him in his teenage years and was arrogant. looks like.

Song Wenting hid his heartbeat and sat close to the door.

The car started steadily, but the man's eyes kept staring at her, and he didn't move away for half a minute. Song Wenting felt uncomfortable, raised his hand and stroked his hair, covering the tips of his red ears, and then turned his head back.

Unexpectedly, before she made a sound, Ji Yanzhou had already asked naturally: "Nervous?"

He said that his body moved slightly, and Song Wenting thought he was going to bring her something to eat, but he just took a bottle of pure water, unscrewed the bottle cap for her and handed it over: "Drink some water first, it will be there soon."

Song Wenting was puzzled, and his delicate little face stared at him suspiciously.

Staring at her like thick night, he chuckled after a while: "Didn't you drink water when you got nervous on stage?"

Before waiting for the surprised eyes to look over, the car was already parked in the underground garage, and Song Wenting took a sip of water, really wanting to relieve the sudden rapid heartbeat.

He has a really good memory. She only accidentally revealed this little quirk to him once in college, but she has been on stage so much that she no longer needs to drink water to suppress her nervousness.

Going up the elevator to the fourth floor, there were whispers and laughing conversations in a huge box.

A second before entering the door, the man naturally stretched out his hand to hold her, the thin and distinct joints passed through her gentle fingers, and the hot palms were touching, which is a different way of holding hands than before, more intimate and more intimate.ambiguous.

The heat that had not dissipated at the tip of the ear was all over, and it burned directly to the root of the ear.

Song Wenting trembled at the root of her eyelashes, clearly feeling the aggressive aura of the man. She moved her fingertips slightly, but she felt something different.

The slightly raised ring looks like a men's ring.

Right on the knuckle of his ring finger.

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