The next morning.

Tianyu Luming Villa A8.

On the first floor of the top-class villa, in the sunken living room, He Jingsheng and Liang Heming, each with their legs crossed and teacups in hand, sat opposite each other on a large leather sofa as if they were having a business negotiation.

When He Jingsheng heard that Jiang Que was moving early in the morning, he thought that he had finally decided to find another place to live because he couldn't stand the simplicity of the tube-shaped building. However, when he heard where he was going to move to, he was so shocked that he jumped out of bed.

Tianyu Luming Villa? !

That Tianyu Luming Villa, known as the capital's most luxurious residential complex, with a million square meters of land but only less than a hundred households, an average price of over 200 million yuan for a single-family home?

Jiang Que must be joking, right?

Are you actually moving there?!

After figuring out what was going on, He Jingsheng was speechless. He wondered if Song Yecheng was too well-informed. How could he, from so far away in Yinling, even know that a dilapidated tube building here was going to be demolished? And he even arranged for Jiang Que to stay at his house immediately?

However, since things had come to this, he really had nothing to say, so he had to resign himself to his fate and drive to Nanhu District to help Jiang Que move his things.

When the car arrived at the gate of the villa, the two saw Liang Heming waiting there at a glance.

He was one of the few people who were familiar with Song Yecheng's family. He had received a call from Song Yecheng last night, asking him to come here this morning to help Jiang Que make some arrangements.

In fact, when Liang Heming first received the call, he was no less shocked than He Jingsheng, but besides being shocked, he also had a feeling of "so that's it" in his heart -

Ever since Song Yecheng joined the crew, almost all the trending searches were related to Jiang Que. And judging from the content of those Weibo posts, Song Yecheng didn't seem to be riding on the popularity, but rather seemed to be the active and proactive one.

Liang Heming had already had some vague guesses at that time, but until today when he learned that Song Yecheng had actually invited people to live in his house, he suddenly had a definite answer in his mind.

After leading the two into the apartment, Liang Heming first helped move the things to the guest bedroom upstairs, and then left Jiang Que to tidy up the room by himself. He and He Jingsheng returned to the first floor and sat down opposite each other in the living room.

Although Liang Heming always plays the role of the worried Roaring Emperor when facing Song Yecheng and Douzi, he is always mature and steady in front of outsiders. At this moment, he is like the head of the family, sitting leisurely on the sofa, drinking tea calmly, and ignoring the gaze cast by He Jingsheng from the opposite side.

He Jingsheng had been sizing up Liang Heming since he sat down. His expression seemed ordinary, but it actually contained a lot of meaning.

Although he was a senior executive at his own company, his experience in the industry was far inferior to Liang Heming's. In the past, Liang Heming could easily snatch up any good resource, which meant that many of the resources for his company's artists were leftovers from Liang Heming's selection.

Because of this, his views on Liang Heming have always been quite complicated - he recognizes this person's abilities, but he is also very upset because such a capable person cannot be used for his own purposes and instead often causes trouble for his side.

However, He Jingsheng was still young after all. After sitting in silence with Liang Heming for a long time, he finally lost his patience and spoke first, "Has Chi Jinan looked for you?"

Chi Jinan is a TV program director who has become very popular in recent years. He is currently taking the lead in preparing a new large-scale variety show.

Since all the programs he previously directed or produced had hit new highs in viewership ratings, and the popularity of all the resident MCs[1] and guests who had participated in the programs had skyrocketed, now that they knew he was selecting people for the new program, all the agents and companies in the industry couldn't help but get excited and racked their brains to help their artists get on this bandwagon.

This was the main topic of discussion at He Jingsheng's company's meeting yesterday afternoon, and he happened to hear his subordinates mention a lot of rumors in the circle at the meeting - "Chi Jinan has an obsession with Song Yecheng", "Song Yecheng has been invited to many programs before", "Song Yecheng is also his first choice for this program."

He Jingsheng actually had no way of confirming the truth of these rumors, but since the "suspected strongest competitor" was right in front of him, he naturally wanted to find out some information.

Liang Heming, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't help but feel a little amused by the subtle sourness in his words. However, he didn't play dumb and replied leisurely, "I have, but I haven't received a reply yet."

"Why?" He Jingsheng asked curiously, "Hasn't the terms been agreed upon?"

This is not impossible. After all, everyone in the circle knows that Song Yecheng is a man with neither money nor resources. Liang Heming, as his agent, is naturally very picky. If the conditions are not top-notch, it is probably impossible to impress him.

Liang Heming took a sip of tea and said casually, "That's not the case. The main reason is that I haven't mentioned it to Chengzi yet. He has never been interested in variety shows, so I don't think it's likely that he will agree."

He Jingsheng heard these words as a Versailles master's speech, causing him to roll his eyes secretly, but in his heart he had to admit that this was the truth -

For many years, Song Yecheng has either been filming or on the way to film. Apart from that, he has only attended press conferences, endorsement activities, large ceremonies and charity dinners. He has never appeared on any variety shows.

Thinking of this, He Jingsheng lost his temper again. After all, there are very few stars in the circle who can maintain super high popularity and reputation just by relying on their works and remain in the top for many years. It seems reasonable that Chi Jinan is particularly obsessed with Song Yecheng.

"Are you still planning to mention it to him?" He Jingsheng asked.

Liang Heming gave him an ambiguous look and sneered, "Mr. He, are you really concerned about Chengzi's affairs? Is it that Shengjing has so many artists that you don't need to worry about?"

He Jingsheng: “…”

I don't give a damn! I wish you wouldn't mention it to him, and just leave a spot open for me to fill!

After Liang Heming finished his teasing, he saw that he looked frustrated and stopped teasing him: "You still have to mention it. Whether he goes or not is his business, but whether he says it or not is my job, right?"

Meanwhile, the second floor guest bedroom.

Jiang Que had very few things, so he just piled them into the empty closet. After closing the door, from the outside, it was almost impossible to tell that the room was any different from before.

The overall appearance of Song Yecheng's house is not a regular rectangular block, but looks like several building blocks stacked in a staggered manner, forming a shape similar to the Chinese character "自己".

Its walls are semi-enclosed in design, with an open-air garden swimming pool on the roof. Each floor below is half wall and half glass. The left half of the odd-numbered floors is wall and the right half is glass, while the right half of the even-numbered floors is just the opposite. From a distance, it looks like several magnets stacked horizontally in the order of positive, negative, and positive.

The guest bedroom where Jiang Que lives is the same as the master bedroom where Song Yecheng lives. Both are located in the transparent left half of the second floor. Therefore, the entire wall facing the door is made of glass, and the scenery outside the building can be seen through the glass.

In fact, Jiang Que doesn't like "everything is visible at a glance".

This can be seen from the heavy curtains that were never opened in his bedroom at Liangji Villa and the windows in the tube-shaped building that were covered tightly with newspapers. He was insensitive to anything that could be penetrated by natural light, and the sense of perspective was not a pleasant existence for him.

He prefers light to daylight, rainy days to sunny ones, and nights to daylight. Being exposed to bright sunlight always makes him uncomfortable, causing palpitations, anxiety, and an inability to relax. So, logically, this fully transparent design, which facilitates both lighting and views, is simply a wild dance on his nerve endings.

However, at this moment, standing in the bedroom in front of him, facing the entire glass wall, he had a strange feeling he had never had before.

Because outside the floor-to-ceiling window is a whole tall and dense bamboo forest.

The half-hanging bedroom is tightly surrounded by slender and lush bamboos. The overlapping bamboo leaves dye the sunlight that filters through the gaps into a rich green. The uneven bamboo branches lean in the breeze, leaning against each other and caressing each other, making people think of the line "I am in the deep bamboo forest and can never see the sky" [2], or "Sitting alone in the deep bamboo forest, playing the zither and whistling." [3]

This made Jiang Que feel dazed for a moment, as if the hustle and bustle of the world was still outside the door behind him, but as soon as he stepped into the door, he had entered the mountains. From then on, the mundane world and the carriages were far away, leaving only the ethereal tranquility and an intoxicating peace of mind.

This is probably due to the 80% green coverage area of ​​Luming Villa and the emphasis on protecting the privacy of owners. In short, this design not only did not make Jiang Que feel disgusted, but instead made him feel relaxed and at ease from the bottom of his heart.

After standing there quietly for a moment, Jiang Que finally withdrew his gaze, turned around, washed his hands in the bathroom attached to the guest bedroom, and then turned out of the room.

This guest bedroom is very close to the master bedroom where Song Yecheng lives. They are diagonally opposite each other, and the distance between the doors is only two or three meters.

At this time, the door of the master bedroom was closed, and Jiang Que had no intention of going in privately. He just stood in front of the guest bedroom door and looked around casually. He was about to go downstairs directly, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted to the room at the end of the corridor.

It seemed to be a study. The sliding door was wide open. Except for the side leading to the corridor, the other three sides were surrounded by transparent glass walls.

There was also a large bamboo forest outside the glass window, and its rich green color was even more beautiful than that of the guest bedroom. However, what really attracted Jiang Que's attention was not this, but the trophies placed on the bookcase facing the door in the room.

Jiang Que followed his curiosity through the corridor, and when he reached the door, he found that there were many bookcases in the study. In addition to the one he had just seen from afar, there was a whole row of them on the left. There was also a small terrace extending out on the far right of the room, separated by a transparent sliding door. There was a set of rattan tables and chairs outside, which seemed to be a good place to read and enjoy the scenery.

However, his gaze did not stay there for too long. He soon turned back and walked straight to the bookcase in front of him.

This bookcase is completely different from the one on the left. It is not arranged in regular rows, but is divided into many small compartments. The length and width of each compartment are not equal, and the upper and lower compartments are not aligned, like a staggered design imitating a brick wall.

When Jiang Que first saw the trophy in the corridor, he thought the cabinet was Song Yecheng's collection cabinet for his awards. But when he got closer, he realized that the furnishings on it were not exactly what he expected.

In each compartment of the bookcase, the left side is filled with trophies, medals, certificates and other honors won by Song Yecheng, the middle is filled with original CDs of the works he starred in or group photos of the crew, and the right side has nothing to do with his works, because there is always one or several books there.

Although this mixed arrangement is not strange, it is still a bit abrupt. Jiang Que couldn't help but think: Maybe it's because the other bookshelves are full, so the extra books are scattered here.

However, after he briefly scanned all the grids from top to bottom, he suddenly froze for a moment—

The books in these boxes...seem to all be his?

If someone else was standing here at this moment, they might not notice these things at all, but Jiang Que was the author of these books after all, so when he discovered this, he couldn't help but turn around and take another closer look at the grids.

After looking at it carefully, his attention was quickly drawn to one of the boxes.

It was a grid located in the upper middle. On the left side of the grid were the trophies and certificates Song Yecheng won in 2014. In the middle were the DVDs and group photos of the movie he filmed in the Taiwan Strait in 2014. The book on the right happened to be the traditional Chinese version of "Since I Wander" published in 2014.

2014, it’s all 2014.

If this isn't a coincidence...

Jiang Que looked at the other grids with this vague intuition, just like verifying the answer to a riddle. It didn't take him a moment to understand the pattern of Song Yecheng's placement.

Each box here represents a year.

On the left are the awards Song Yecheng won that year, in the middle are the works he participated in filming that year, and on the right are all the books published by Jiang Que that year.

This discovery made Jiang Que dare not believe it for a moment. He even suspected that he was being self-indulgent and making up stories, imposing non-existent meanings on these decorations. So he started over carefully and checked the years of all the items again. Only then did he dare to confirm thoroughly that this was not a misunderstanding.

For a moment, Jiang Que couldn't help but be stunned.

Song Yecheng has been in the group for a long time, so these things must not have been placed there recently, but were a habit that had been formed before he joined the group, or even earlier.

At that time, Song Yecheng had not yet met him.

At that time, he was just a little fan watching Song Yecheng from afar.

If the files saved by year in his computer engraved Song Yecheng into every node of his life, then these grids of Song Yecheng seemed to respond, integrating him into every moment of his life.

Those years separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, those paths that never intersected, were cleverly woven together by Song Yecheng in such an obscure way, as if although they had never met, they had unknowingly accompanied each other year after year.

Jiang Que looked at the trophies, and at the photos in which Song Yecheng's face gradually grew from immature to mature, and a trace of warmth quietly welled up in his heart. It slowly spread throughout his body with the blood, gently and bit by bit, gently smoothing out the countless regrets and sorrows that had arisen from missing each other.

“Aque——!”

At this moment, a sudden voice broke this rare warmth.

The sound came from downstairs and was not clear from a distance, but the way he called out, like a sneeze, left no doubt that it was He Jingsheng.

Jiang Que sighed helplessly with a frown on his face. Just as he was about to respond, He Jingsheng continued to shout, "Are you done packing? If you are, come down quickly—"

"Here I come."

Jiang Que had no choice but to respond, and then without staying any longer, he turned and left the study, and walked down the corridor.

He Jingsheng probably couldn't stand fighting with Liang Heming anymore. Seeing Jiang Que coming downstairs, he immediately stood up as if he had been pardoned. "Is everything done? Can we go now?"

Jiang Que nodded, turned to Liang Heming and said, "Sorry for the wait."

Liang Heming smiled politely, put down the cup in his hand, and stood up: "Let's go."

He led the two of them down to the basement through the back door.

He Jingsheng was planning to take Jiang Que to the company for a recording session. As he opened the car door, he suddenly remembered that Liang Heming wasn't driving today, so he turned around and asked, "Where are you going? Can I give you a ride?"

Liang Heming asked, "Are you going to your company?"

He Jingsheng nodded.

Liang Heming suddenly revealed a very official smile: "Do you mind if I come over and sit down?"

He Jingsheng thought he had misunderstood and squinted his eyes and said, "You... are going to my company?"

Liang Heming raised his eyebrows: "Not welcome?"

He Jingsheng was completely baffled. He had no idea what Liang Heming was up to, but he didn't seem to have any reason to refuse, so he could only say, "...Whatever, just go."

Liang Heming smiled, walked over calmly and opened the passenger door: "Let's go then?"