Outside the Jiangluan Grand Theater, on the empty and uninhabited platform, the crowd came out like a file, without any shelter. The Jiangfeng took advantage of the trend through the corner of the hard wall, and drilled bitingly into the cracks in the human bones.

Song Wenting followed and walked out, holding the coat outside the long skirt with his long fingers, shrinking his neck under the cold wind.

Yu Qianqian stuck up behind him, she wrapped her arms affectionately, and pulled Song Wenting down the steps: "Senior Ji is very caring."

What she said was that after the selection was over, Ji Yanzhou arranged for someone to help them move the piano and their things.

Song Wenting's expression froze, and he nodded obediently: "Yeah."

Yu Qianqian laughed and teased her.

Then he asked about the result of the selection: "How did you perform just now?"

Song Wenting responded after stepping on the last step with his heels: "I feel pretty good."

She had a soft expression and a faint smile on her face.

Song Wenting is not arrogant, but she knows herself well enough to know that she played the ancient tune just now. There was no tension, and she expressed all the performance she should have. She was completely immersed, and the people sitting below were all colleagues, so she could naturally hear the charm.

"Also," thinking of Song Wenting's superb situational expression ability in college, Yu Qianqian nodded frequently, "You must be fine."

She said to herself: "I'm not sure if I can be selected."

Song Wenting comforted her: "I will be selected, don't worry."

Yu Qianqian's beautiful cheeks were sunken, and she smiled sweetly: "Well, let the little Bodhisattva Song Song bless you."

"..."

Song Wenting laughed, and then discussed: "Don't call me by this name in the future, it's weird."

Yu Qianqian could not help but lean her head against her soft shoulder when she smelled the same good smell on her body, almost hanging on Song Wenting's body.

She seemed to think of something, and teased, "Oh, is it because Senior Ji doesn't let others shout?"

Without leaving Ji Yanzhou at every word, Song Wenting simply stopped talking.

But the phone in his pocket kept vibrating, Song Wenting stopped and picked up the phone.

Ji Yanzhou's smiling voice followed the cool wind: "My wife..."

As soon as he yelled two words, Song Wenting's ears went numb, and a wave of anger and annoyance surged up.

She hung up the phone without saying a word.

The tips of the ears are stained crimson.

Mostly shy.

As soon as she raised her eyes, Yu Qianqian excitedly yelled in her ear: "Is that Senior Ji's car?"

A black car on the opposite side of the theater slowly stopped, and Song Wenting looked over.

Impressively, he met the man holding his mobile phone in the back seat, and the two pairs of eyes looked at each other across the air. The man didn't have the slightest self-consciousness to reflect.

There was a faint smile on his lips, inexplicably gentle.

Song Wenting remembered the song he played on the stage just now, it was the one when she first met him, he said the name was "Meditation".

Like a song, a deep silence.

There should be some publicity and no concealment, which is very suitable for his repertoire.

The phone in his hand started to vibrate again, Song Wenting stood up straight, without walking forward.

"Song Song, don't you answer your phone?"

Yu Qianqian's eyes circled around the two of them, and her thoughts popped up in her heart.

At the moment when Song Wenting couldn't bear to pick up the phone, she also opened the phone and dialed a person's number.

As soon as the cold shell touched his ears, Song Wenting heard the man's slightly serious tone: "Listen, are you still angry?"

Song Wenting's fingertips tightened slightly, and the anger in his heart had almost dissipated the moment he saw the man on stage.

"No."

Ji Yanzhou probed: "Then come over?"

Song Wenting said softly, "Well, good."

Putting away the phone, just as she was about to move forward, Yu Qianqian next to her grabbed her: "Well, I won't have dinner with you, I'll have someone to pick it up."

Some people who participated in the selection passed them, and looked behind them frequently, and heard someone mutter: "I really want to ask for an autograph."

Looking back along the line of sight, Mu Yunyan came straight in wearing a straight suit.

The man's slightly narrow gaze was fixed on them, his face gentle.

Soon he walked in front of them, and Sven's voice sounded: "Just here for dinner?"

Yu Qianqian immediately let go of Song Wenting, strode her long legs, and stepped beside Mu Yunyan.

He frowned inaudibly, very lightly, but within a few seconds, his face had returned to normal.

Yu Qianqian didn't see it, she smiled and said, "Well, I'm with you."

Then she pointed to Song Wenting: "Song Song is not going, she is with her husband."

Yu Qianqian frowned at her, and then gestured to the car behind him. Song Wenting chuckled. She had no intention of going to eat with them, but thought Yu Qianqian would want to join her.

"Well, I won't be with you anymore." She nodded politely to Mu Yunyan, "You eat well."

The shadowy figure was about to turn around and leave.

Mu Yunyan took a small step forward and called out, "Song Wenting."

This sound made Yu Qianqian glance at him inexplicably, and there were more twists and turns in her heart.

Instantly understood.

Mu Yunyan smiled and said, "I played the piano very well today."

Unexpectedly, he would say this, Song Wenting was slightly taken aback, and smiled again: "Thank you."

Until that figure got into the car, the man in the back seat ordered to roll up the window in the next second, completely blocking their prying eyes.

There is no need for the two of them to pretend anymore, Yu Qianqian withdrew her figure, hummed humorously, and reminded: "She is married."

Mu Yunyan raised his hand to straighten his cuffs, and said warmly, "It's none of your business."

Yu Qianqian tilted her head to look at him, her long curly wavy hair fluttering slightly, and she couldn't help but feel stuffy in her heart.

She was exasperated and cursed secretly, "No quality."

As soon as the slender white long legs went around, he turned his head and left.

The air in the car was warm, and the coolness was gradually dissipated.

But after being out for too long, my fingertips were still a little crimson.

The man put his big palm on it, and directly pulled her little hand into his coat pocket.

The warmth reaches the heart through the fingertips.

Song Wenting tilted his head and asked, "Why do you want to participate?"

Ji Yanzhou looked down at her: "Didn't you say you want to hear me play the piano?"

Pursing his lips lightly, Song Wenting was a little at a loss.

She originally wanted to listen to him play the piano, but in this way, she really never thought about it, it was too flamboyant.

However, there was a shameful sweetness in my heart.

He asked, "Don't like it?"

Song Wenting shook his head: "There is no dislike."

Ji Yanzhou: "That means you like it?"

He is used to this trick, Song Wenting was immune, and moved her fingertips in his coat, she nodded: "Yeah."

Ji Yanzhou's hanging heart is considered a fall.

The car moved forward smoothly, and Ji Yanzhou's voice began to relax. He remembered just now, and suddenly asked: "What did you just say to him?"

Song Wenting didn't react for a moment.

Suddenly, I remembered the words that Mu Yunyan deliberately said last night that he liked him.

His face suddenly became unbearable, and a little blush climbed up his cheeks.

But this changed completely in the eyes of Ji Yanzhou.

His black eyes sank slightly, and following the small hand he put in his pocket, he pulled the woman to his eyes. He raised his eyebrows slightly: "What did you say? Huh?"

Song Wenting shook his head: "Nothing."

Ji Yanzhou: "Then why are you shy?"

Song Wenting didn't know why: "Where are you shy?"

The man leaned over, as if he was carefully examining whether she was shy, the long eyelashes covered a little shadow, and after a few seconds he suddenly raised his hand and pinched her soft and smooth little face with his fingertips: "My face is all red. ."

Song Wenting: ?

Knowing that it didn't make sense to him, Song Wenting closed his mouth, took his hand out of his pocket, and sat back upright.

A man snorted lightly.

Song Wenting ignored it.

After a while, I heard him continue: "Anyway, I'm not jealous."

Song Wenting: ???

She tilted her head in doubt, and the man was still staring at her with a natural expression, but there was an inexplicable grievance.

Song Wenting's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know how he made the words "there is no silver here" so normal.

Slightly relieved, Song Wenting moved his body and leaned over.

Until the little hand hooked his big hand.

She laughed amusedly: "Well, you're not jealous."

The man clasped her waist with his backhand, and pressed slightly on himself.

Xinxiang's soft body hit his hard.

Ji Yanzhou said: "The little Bodhisattva has no heart."

Song Wenting lifted her eyes to look at him, now it's her fault: "What's wrong with me?"

Ji Yanzhou: "You looked at him a lot on stage today, but only at me."

The hand on her waist seemed to be imprinted on her body, scorching hot.

Song Wenting didn't dare to ignore him anymore.

She said softly, "Then the first thing I look at is you."

The female voice is clear and soft, and it matters if it sounds good.

She pinched him with her eyes: "I don't look at you from behind because I'm shy."

"Oh."

Looking at each other, Ji Yanzhou's black eyes were imprinted with the woman's slightly upturned face, his lips curled up into a smile, and he continued to move forward while pulling that soft waist with his big palm: "Okay, my husband believes in you."

Song Wenting: ...

The car finally stopped at the door of a private kitchen, and they had a brief lunch.

The selection for the theater is not over yet, but Ji Yanzhou and she don't have to go there.

After dinner they went to the cemetery together.

It was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived, and in the silent cemetery, the wind was blowing and birds were singing.

There was a familiar figure kneeling in front of grandma's grave.

Song Wenting didn't think he would come today, so he subconsciously shouted: "Ayi."

Jiang Yi looked back and saw them with a calm expression.

There was no movement in the dark eyes.

He got up, greeted them politely, and then turned to go back.

"Ayi, can we have dinner together tonight?"

Song Wenting's voice is gentle and patient with him as always.

Jiang Yi met those eyes, but still couldn't bear to say no.

After getting his nod, Song Wenting had a huge smile on his face.

Then he started to introduce Ji Yanzhou to him, "This is my husband Ji Yanzhou, and this is my younger brother Jiang Yi."

"Hello."

Ji Yanzhou's expression was subtle, but he still reached out to him.

Jiang Yi was cold, with his hands in his pockets, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

In the end, Song Wenting repeated it again.

Jiang Yi was willing to look straight at the man who was a few centimeters taller than him.

The two held hands, and quickly moved away.

Jiang Yi stood behind him silently, watching them talking with grandma,

Half an hour later, the three of them left the cemetery together.

Song Wenting received an inquiry from Yu Feng, the head of the group, about the morning selection.

She moved forward, keeping a little distance from the two men who deliberately lagged a few steps behind.

Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell on the woman, and his magnetic voice slammed down: "Add a WeChat?"

Jiang Yi turned his head to look in surprise.

Ji Yanzhou looked back leisurely, then raised the corners of his lips, and shouted: "Don't be nervous, I just waited two days for your wedding invitation to be sent out for convenience."

Jiang Yi strode forward and continued to move forward, without any sign of wanting to add WeChat to him.

Ji Yanzhou was not annoyed either.

After a while, when Xu Shi saw that Song Wenting hadn't finished the phone call, Jiang Yi dared to come up with a thought at this time: "You are not worthy of her."

The wind blew past the lush green trees on both sides of the road, and two figures walking flat followed behind the beautiful figure in front of them unhurriedly.

His words flowed into his ears, Ji Yanzhou smiled instead of anger, and he replied: "Well, I think so too."

The next second, he continued: "But she loves me."

Jiang Yi wanted to say something, but in the end he could only keep it in his mind, unable to refute.

Ji Yanzhou's gaze focused on the slenderness, and continued in a deep voice: "Me too."

Two cars parked on the side of the road, Song Wenting stood in front of his car and hung up the phone.

Ji Yanzhou stood still, he took out the mobile phone in his pocket and held it in his palm, he said: "So, brother-in-law, do you want to add it?"