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Chapter 63
Zhou Ming and Ji Yunqing finally got away from the stickiness during their passionate love. To be exact, Ji Yunqing hid a little on purpose, and Zhou Ming was really busy.
He wanted to paint, he wanted to accompany Mr. Lin to see his legs, and he also wanted to pay attention to Cheng Zan's affairs secretly. Before Ji Yunqing felt that the illness was strange, he didn't find out anything in private, but he was still a little worried.
But Ji Yunqing's hiding was somewhat obvious.
Not at home, not in the dance studio, said something happened these few days, but didn't tell Zhou Ming the details, just disappeared all day.
Zhou Ming said that it was a lie that he didn't care, but he didn't ask more. He was willing to give the other party a little space to be alone, but when cutting vegetables today, he accidentally cut his index finger.
When the bright red blood flowed down, Zhou Ming felt a sharp pain belatedly. He stared at his hand dumbfounded. It was a hand used to holding a paintbrush..
All kinds of common medicines in the medicine box are neatly arranged. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder and has no sense of security.I agreed to invite friends to my house as a guest, but it still failed. I originally wanted to go to the market to buy some fresh pig's trotters after I was busy today, but I was still delayed.
The chat history with Ji Yunqing stays at last night.
"What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
"I want to sleep late, but I can't pass."
"Okay, I may also go out during the day, call me if you need anything."
Ji Yunqing didn't reply anymore.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were blurred by the meandering rain. Zhou Ming quietly packed his clothes in the bedroom. Sometimes he was upset, or when he didn’t know what to do for a long time, he would rearrange and fold the clothes one by one., Empty your heart in repeated actions.
The house is already very clean and needs to be cleaned again.
There is a dishwasher, but you still have to wash the dishes by hand, and then dry them one by one with a clean cloth.
He was obviously very busy, but he finally got such a little spare time, he used it to do these trivial housework, and kept this room where only one person lived in an orderly and warm way.
He really takes care of himself and tries to take care of each other.
Maybe Ji Yunqing didn't realize that Zhou Ming was also changing him little by little. Although he also loves to be clean, he is used to roughness.Ming was eager to try, and started to act with a full heart.
At first, a pot of green radishes was placed in the living room. Ji Yunqing didn't respond, but just glanced at it lightly, and said to guess whether he would drown the pot or die of drought.
Then there was a lot of fresh fruit in the house. Zhou Ming didn't put the things in the refrigerator. He suspected that this person didn't bother to get them at all, so he put the bananas on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, the cherries on the dining table, and the blueberries on the bedside table in the bedroom., a few red Huojing persimmons are next to the water dispenser.
It was as if these things had grown out of nowhere in the house.
As long as Ji Yunqing was moving around the room and saw it with his eyes, he would pick it up and take a bite. Before he knew it, and without Zhou Ming telling him, he had already eaten a lot more fruit than before.
Chlorophytum with small flowers is on the bay window of the study, Ji Yunqing sometimes practices here, when he opens the window, he can see the soft green leaves swaying with the vines.
Even the vertical clothes hanger that entered the room, the coats and hats hanging on it were tidied up, the umbrellas and masks were placed in order, and you can see them when you look up after changing your shoes.
Zhou Ming tried his best to make Ji Yunqing's life more comfortable.
Within the scope allowed by the other party, try a little bit, get close, and get your own breath.
He moved slowly and firmly, afraid of scaring people away.
It doesn't matter, he has always been very patient, whether it takes five hours to cook a bowl of soup, or stay in the studio from sunrise to sunset, only getting up and leaving in the sky full of stars, Zhou Ming is good at waiting, his eyes are not impetuous, seriousThe neckline of the shirt was smoothly smoothed, and it was neatly folded without any wrinkles.
Until the quiet air was broken by the sudden sound of the doorbell.
Zhou Ming stopped and walked out, seeing a strange middle-aged female figure appearing in front of the doorbell, he opened the door with a little hesitation.
"Hello," the woman was probably in her early fifties, wearing a black velvet long-sleeved dress, wrapping her slender figure, and raised her eyes gracefully, "Does Ji Yunqing live across the street?"
Zhou Ming opened the door halfway: "Do you have anything to do with him?"
"There's something wrong," the woman said with a smile. "There was no answer when I knocked on the door. It's raining today, but I guess he should be at home."
Her face is well maintained, smooth and fair, with only a few fine lines under the corners of the eyes. Her facial features are beautiful, but for some reason, Zhou Ming always feels uncomfortable, like a colorful snake, looking up proudlyHis head and pupils were as black as lacquer, exuding a dangerous aura.
"I can convey the message for him," Zhou Ming carefully chose his words, "When he comes back..."
"Great!" She clasped her hands like a girl, smiled happily, took out a piece of paper from the green crocodile pattern leather bag, and handed it over, "Can you give this to Ji Yunqing for me?"
Zhou Ming took it, opened it and looked carefully, the band-aid was probably wrapped a little tight, and the blood under the index finger of his left hand seemed to be beating slightly.
"Please help me to give him the court summons." The other party's smile was like a mechanical scale, staying at the best and most beautiful angle. "By the way, can you invite me in for a drink, handsome boy?"
"Sorry," Zhou Ming also smiled back, "I'm a clean freak, and I don't like people coming into my house."
The woman clicked her tongue: "Why are you so cold? I saw in the video that when you and Ji Yunqing were together, you were very gentle. What a double standard."
Lifting his eyes from the black and white words, Zhou Ming closed the paper without hesitation: "I have never seen Aunt Yu on stage, but she must be as gentle as in normal life."
Yu Qiulan narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at the calm expression of the other party: "Is Ji Yunqing's man so stingy when he can't even ask for a glass of water? His previous actions were all generous..."
"Auntie," Zhou Ming leaned against the door frame, casually playing with the paper with his slender fingers, "Is Cheng Zan okay?"
It was raining outside, and the corridor was also a bit damp, Yu Qiulan's beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with water: "He's fine."
"That's fine," Zhou Ming smiled and waved his hand, "If you wish, please help me bring it to him. I wish him a speedy recovery."
He politely nodded slightly: "I'm sorry, auntie, my cat is fierce, I'm afraid it will run out and scratch people, the door is closed, goodbye."
The door was closed, Hua Hua jumped off the sofa, and rubbed around Zhou Ming's ankles back and forth, the little tortoise made a long cry, coquettishly at him happily.
Zhou Ming leaned against the door and did not move. He listened intently to the movement outside. There were footsteps leaving and faint conversations.
There were two people.
"Brother hug." He finally held the cat in his arms, rubbed it for a long time, and then walked to the living room. When he sat on the sofa, his face was expressionless.
Zhou Ming reopened the court summons, frowned and looked at it for a while, then threw the paper aside with a sneer.
The plaintiffs are Cheng Zan, Yu Qiulan, and the defendant Ji Yunqing.
The complaint is that Ji Yunqing plagiarized and appropriated the other party's original work, the dance drama "The West Chamber", and obtained honor and benefits, demanding legal responsibility and a public apology.
Although he didn't know the details of the grievances, Zhou Ming clearly heard Ji Yunqing tell him that "The West Chamber" was indeed Cheng Zan's work, and he helped keep this work. He did not say much about the specific reasons.Ji Yunqing laughed like a self-deprecating, saying that he should be meddling in his own business.
Zhou Ming is also an art student. He knows how shameful "plagiarism" is for an original creator.Ji Yunqing's resume, he was not only an excellent dancer, but also a good choreographer, he is not a person who clings to the work of "The West Chamber", he obviously has a lot of light, obviously——
His profession has been pretty much ruined.
He was forced to lose a lot.
Zhou Ming had no expression on his face. He directly contacted the property management and asked to cut and send the video in front of his corridor. While waiting, he turned on the computer and started searching for the name "Yu Qiulan".It was the first time I saw him, but the moment he saw the subpoena, he immediately guessed the other party's identity.
She is a dancer with a beautiful resume and has won many awards. She is also a dancer with her husband. The husband and wife have a deep relationship. The eldest daughter has achieved dazzling results abroad. It can be described as a perfect family.
But about the son's imprisonment, but can not find a single word.
Zhou Ming watched it intently for a while, and decided to tell Ji Yunqing about it first. He took out his mobile phone and dialed: "Hello..."
"What's wrong?" Ji Yunqing's voice was a little cold.
Zhou Ming said softly, "Where are you? I have something to tell you."
"Outside, it's going to be a little bit busy."
Hearing the faint movement from over there, Zhou Ming didn't respond, and replied with a smile: "Okay, it's raining outside, remember to come back early, or I'll pick you up."
"It's okay," Ji Yunqing paused, "Go ahead and talk about it when I get back."
After the phone hung up, Zhou Ming rubbed his brows and sighed softly, his eyes full of helplessness.
...I really want to pinch this person's face, but what should do.
Ji Yunqing on the other side quietly put the phone back into his pocket.
The dance troupe often has rehearsals during the day, so even in the office area, you can hear the loud music coming from it. There are no people passing by in the long old-fashioned corridors. There are fortune trees and dripping Guanyin next to the trash cans in the stairs., Ji Yunqing looked at the cigarette butts accumulated in the corner with disgust, turned around and pushed open the office door.
"Oh, was that your boyfriend Chagang just now?" The man behind the desk laughed heartily. Although most of his hair was bald, it was carefully combed to the side, forming a precarious big curly head.The oily shine from the wine table was as conspicuous as the shrewdness in his eyes.
Ji Yunqing didn't respond, neither admitted nor denied, just sat on the side sofa without facing that person directly.
"Uncle Ouyang," he opened his mouth indifferently, "so when can we find that statement?"
Ouyang Yu stretched out his thick round fingers with a smile, and nodded at the table: "Come, drink tea first!"
"Forget it," Ji Yunqing said with a half-smile, "I have business to do."
Ouyang Yu was holding a rough porcelain cup, leaned on it, and the chair with pulleys slid back a little distance, touching the wall.
"Young people should be calmer. When I was transferred here, you only joined our dance troupe..."
Ji Yunqing interrupted: "It's not our dance troupe, I quit."
"Hey!" Ouyang Yu grinned, "This little temper has not changed at all!"
"I don't want to go around in circles," Ji Yunqing slowly stood up from the sofa and walked straight to the desk, with his slender arms propped up casually, approaching the other person's face, "I don't like troublesome things, if it wasn't for Teacher Li's face at that timeNow, I will not put my name on "The West Chamber."
Facing that cold face, Ouyang Yu's pupils trembled inaudibly, and then he smiled again: "Yun Qing, there was a little misunderstanding before, but it's all resolved, why do you hold grudges like this? YesDon't you still want to retaliate?"
"Oh, I don't know what you were thinking at that time. You were so focused on dragging everyone into trouble, did you still hate him?" Ouyang Yu stared at him closely, "Do you hate Teacher Li for making you feel wronged like that..."
Ji Yunqing looked at him with a sinking face.
"If you have any grievances, just talk to me, an elder," Ouyang Yu continued, "Don't go looking for those things that are pretentious, many of them are fake, and you were also listened to by others..."
His words stopped suddenly, because Ji Yunqing laughed.
Ji Yunqing was born beautiful, with red lips and white teeth. He didn't even need to put on stage makeup when performing, but he had a cold temper, so his smile was extraordinarily precious and brilliant. Those picturesque eyebrows and eyes curved into beautiful arcs, just like spring water in March.
Before Ouyang Yun could react, his heart trembled.
Because Ji Yunqing's slender, white hands stretched out to his collar like no one else, smoothing out the folds on it deftly.
"Uncle Ouyang did take care of me a lot," Ji Yunqing said with a smile on his lips, "I don't have any grievances."
Those hands continued to stroke down, sliding down the thin woolen sweater, and stopped on Ouyang Yu's chest.
Ouyang Yu was stunned for a moment, even his breathing stopped.
In the next second, that hand deftly took out a USB-like object from his chest pocket, and when Ouyang Yu realized it, he stood up abruptly and reached out to grab it in vain: "Wait...!"
Ji Yunqing slipped away like a slippery fish, keeping a short distance from the opponent.
"It really is... Thank you, Uncle Ouyang, for the recording pen," he put the thing in his pocket contemptuously, "Goodbye."
Seeing that Ji Yunqing had already opened the door of the office, Ouyang Yu came out from behind the desk in a panic: "Put it down, what recorder, it's a USB flash drive, with a lot of work materials! Let's have something to talk about, Yun'er..."
Ji Yunqing finally turned his head and glanced at him with cold eyes: "Don't call me so affectionate, idiot."
Ouyang Yu stared in front of him dumbfounded.
What kind of quality... It's fine to swear at the old leader, everyone has gone out, and they don't close the door casually!
But the most important thing right now is not this. He didn't dare to make a big fuss here. Gritting his teeth for a moment, he hurriedly took out his phone and flipped through a page, squeezing out a laugh: "Ms. Li! It's me..."
The rain outside has almost stopped, only a little bit of coolness here and there.
Ji Yunqing strode down the steps, put on a pure black helmet for himself, and lightly turned over to ride a Harley. Some former colleagues walked back after eating, and greeted hesitantly when they saw the slender figure: "Hey,Is it Yunqing..."
Amidst the huge roar, the motorcycle sprinted away like an arrow from the string.
"...Well, it looks like it's him."
Going north after leaving the city is the mountainous area. Ji Yunqing lowered his body very low, breaking through the coolness of the autumn day. His hands were slightly numb from the shock of the driving motorcycle.He finally slowed down.
Ahead is an inaccessible mountain road. There have been landslide accidents before. Due to the outdated road design, traffic accidents often occur here, so vehicles tend to avoid it automatically. However, some young people who are eager to seek excitement will come here, 30% to 50%The crowd roared past.
Six or seven motorcycles were parked crookedly on the sloping road. Two men in leather clothes squatted down and smoked.
Ji Yunqing kept going at this speed, and finally saw a familiar figure at a turning in front of him.
Cheng Zan's hair has grown a lot, dyed gray, with a straight back, wearing an exaggerated oversize denim jacket with a huge skull with teeth and claws on it, leaning on a huge Yamaha, noSkillfully holding a cigarette, the wind was strong in the mountains, he lowered his head and covered it with his hands before carefully lighting the cigarette with a lighter.
Ji Yunqing leaned down slightly, flicked his tail and drifted at a dangerous speed, his slender and straight legs propped up the ground, brushed against the overgrown branches and leaves amidst the sound of sharp brakes, and stopped in front of the other party embarrassingly.
Cheng Zan instinctively hid back, was taken aback, and panicked when he saw the person clearly: "Xue, senior, why are you here?"
The black helmet was taken off, and Ji Yunqing casually brushed back his hair, revealing his cold eyes: "You really are running the mountain here."
"I only come here occasionally," Cheng Zan whispered. He always speaks slowly and often thinks for a while before opening his mouth. "There is no signal here, and they can't find me."
Ji Yunqing sneered: "Sounds like you figured it out?"
"Well," Cheng Zan smiled, his slender eyes curled up, "I feel much more comfortable after I figured it out. Instead of lying on the hospital bed and waiting to die, it's better to have a great time."
Ji Yunqing didn't speak, just leaned on the motorcycle and stared at him quietly.
Not to mention, the style is completely different from before. He used to be a handsome academic young man who didn't touch alcohol or tobacco at all in order to maintain his skin. Now he dyed his hair, got his eyebrows studded and played motorcycles. He was smoking a cigarette in his hand.
"Did I bother you?" Cheng Zan let out a long breath, "I, I didn't stop me, I'm sorry."
"You don't want to die now," Ji Yunqing opened his mouth, "then go back to get treatment, don't do it."
It was raining in the mountains, and the air was filled with mist of water vapor, and the coolness penetrated into people's hearts. Cheng Zan scratched his hair in a self-deprecating way: "Senior, I will tell you, when I was healthy, I really wanted to die, but life is so real."Fuck it, after knowing that I have only a few days to live, I don't want to die, but I can't help it, I can only make up for the previous regrets as much as possible."
"So what's none of my business?" Ji Yunqing looked at him sarcastically, "Forced me with "The West Chamber", and then stepped on me to take the position?"
Cheng Zan was silent for a while: "Senior, I blame you for being too soft-hearted."
Ji Yunqing raised an eyebrow.
"I'll try my best to make up for it, and see if I can talk to my mother again." Cheng Zan raised his face as if suddenly remembering something when the cigarette butt flickered, "By the way, I guess she will go to your boyfriend..."
Before he finished speaking, he fell silent, because Ji Yunqing's expression suddenly changed.
"She won't do anything to your boyfriend." Cheng Zan stepped back cautiously, "My parents mainly want to deal with you."
Ji Yunqing looked at him coldly: "The smoke is gone."
Cheng Zan threw half of the cigarette on the ground in a panic and crushed it a few times.
In the mountain wind, Ji Yunqing's brown hair was blown a little messy, and it took a while before he answered the next sentence.
"Tell Aunt Yu, don't fucking touch my people," his voice was gloomy like a blunt knife, "My family has a cleanliness freak, and I don't want to see you dirty things."