After a long while, he finally understood what this meant.
——What ę˝ said about “letting go” was not false.
I have liked him for a long time, but now I like someone else.
The hand holding the pen clenched tightly, and the knuckles turned bluish-white due to excessive force. Liang Jing said in a difficult voice, "The other party... is it Bai Ye?"
Qi Xingchen's nerves suddenly tensed up as he didn't expect Liang Jing to be able to guess it.
He couldn't answer, nor did he want to answer, so he kept silent with his eyes downcast.
Liang Jing was a smart man. From Qi Xingchen's reaction, he knew that he had guessed right, and he felt even more disappointed.
"I promised you that I would share everything with you," Qi Xingchen negotiated, "Please try your best to keep it a secret for me, okay?"
It would be better not to tell him. At least he could hypnotize himself and wait for Xingxing to come back to him after she figured it out.
"......Okay," Liang Jing said with a wry smile, "I'll keep it a secret for you."
This time, Liang Jingpo left work early.
The doctors at Jing'an Hospital were initially unconvinced about this young man, believing that as a postgraduate student, he was not qualified to intervene in the treatment as an expert.
Later they discovered that he not only had theories on the immune system, but also had experience, and could often propose effective treatment plans. Gradually, they became more and more convinced of him, and their relationship became better and better.
In the locker room, seeing him changing clothes absentmindedly, a young doctor came up to him and said, "A Jing, what's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"
Liang Jing said perfunctorily: "It's okay."
"You need to relax when you're in a bad mood. I know a private club that has good wine, many ways to play, and plenty of privacy. It won't affect your application. Why don't you go and have some fun with it?"
Liang Jing was somewhat tempted.
"Let's go," the young doctor continued to persuade him, wanting to get close to him, "You'll be the host."
"......Okay, then you'll be the host. Please treat us." Liang Jing left with him.
The club the young doctor took him to was quite nice. Before entering, they had to check whether they were carrying any pinhole cameras or other photographic equipment, and the private rooms were completely enclosed. As the two went upstairs, they even saw a familiar singer, which shows that it was indeed very private.
After checking into the private room, Liang Jing ordered two bottles of foreign wine. No ordering of songs, no talking, just drinking.
The young doctor was able to accompany him at first, but was later frightened by his desperate attitude. For every three glasses of wine Liang Jing drank, he would accompany him with one.
Even so, after drinking for another ten minutes, the young doctor was too drunk and fell asleep on the sofa.
Liang Jing looked at his colleague who was snoring and wished he was the one who was drunk at the moment.
That way he could forget about the stars for a while, and about the little boy who had been following him. Forget that the stars ever liked me,
He also forgot that the stars no longer belonged to him.
Yes, maybe people are like this, they learn to cherish things only after they are gone.
He hated himself especially now. He hated why he had left home in the first place, and why he found that Little Star was so dazzling only after he came back.
If it was earlier, earlier, he would be the one who makes the stars so vivid.
The most useless thing is the feeling that comes after the fact.
The upbringing he received since childhood made it impossible for him to behave in a rude manner in any public place. The desire to yell and vent his anger turned into drinking. He asked the waiter to refill two bottles of red wine, and drank by himself, facing the air.
After drinking for an unknown amount of time, he got up to go to the bathroom. When I came out of the men's room to wash my hands, I suddenly saw a familiar figure.
After careful identification, it turned out to be a family member of his patient.
He immediately regained his doctor's demeanor and greeted, "What a coincidence, Miss Tao."
"What a coincidence," Tao Tao also drank some wine, her cheeks as pink as peach blossoms, "I came here to discuss a script, and I didn't expect to run into you in the club... Doctor Liang, you seem to have drunk a lot, are you okay?"
"It's okay."
But his body shook a few times disobediently.
Tao Tao showed a worried look, "No, you must be drunk. Did you come here alone or with others? Did you drive or drive a car?"
After asking, Tao Tao found that Liang Jing didn't move, his eyelids drooped, and then opened.
The soft little hand grasped Liang Jing's arm, "It just so happens that the driver ęż·ę˝ is driving a private car, why not take you home..."
In the afternoon, he went to Ocean World for inspection as usual. When he returned home in the evening, Qi Xingchen ate some fruit and chatted with his family. Then he returned to his room, got into bed, and sent a WeChat message to Bai Ye: [Are you free? 】
Bai Ye was thinking about the question raised by the trainee and didn't react to his intention, so he replied: [Yes, how. 】
Two seconds later, [Xingxing invites you to a video call]
Bai Ye picked up the phone and asked casually, "You didn't spend time with your family?"
"...The family goes to bed early," Qi Xingchen asked tentatively, "Are you working?"
"Well, I'm thinking about the music score," he paused, "but I won't delay the video call with you."
Qi Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
Then, realizing that he might be a little too clingy, he said, "Think about it, Overseer."
Hearing his cautious tone, Bai Ye sighed inwardly.
According to common sense, in the Qi family, even if the little fans were not brought up with a spoiled and overbearing character, they should still be willful, self-centered, and reckless.
But in the process of the two getting along, the little fan has been very careful, without Bai Ye doing anything or saying anything, he has already put himself in the lowest position.
Bai Ye's heart felt sore and painful, as if he was bitten by a kitten that had just grown teeth.
He lowered his head, took a picture of the music score, and sent it to the other party. "You sent the video just in time. I've watched it several times and I've already identified the ability of this part. Sing it for me and I'll see how to change it."
Can Bai Ye not tell good from bad? Qi Xingchen couldn't believe it, "Really?"
"Really? Why would I lie to you?"
It turns out that not only did he not disturb Bai Ye, but he could also help him. Qi Xingchen's vitality instantly maxed out, "Okay! But my singing is not good, please don't dislike it."
"No problem, sing it."
After all, he is not a professional singer, so Qi Xingchen’s singing cannot be said to be very good, but his pitch and rhythm are fine. Bai Ye listened and thought for a moment, "What do you think of this part?"
Qi Xingchen was flattered when an idol who debuted for seven years asked for his opinion. "I think... the third and fourth sections are too tight. Maybe we can insert two eight-beats to relax them."
After singing it once, it is relatively easy to find the problem based on the innate things like singing quotient and sense of language, but it is difficult to come up with a solution.
When Bai Ye asked him, he was trying to coax him, but he didn't expect that the little guy could give the correct insights and solutions without having learned composition.
The spiritual energy is quite sufficient.
He suggested, "You and I feel similarly, so why don't we change it together?"
......Bai Ye actually invited him to create together! Qi Xingchen was even happier and nodded heavily: "Okay!"
Music is something that people are addicted to. Many of their ideas do not coincide with each other, and the more they discuss, the deeper they go.
Before he knew it, an hour had passed and the phone indicated that the battery was low. Qi Xingchen then realized that the time had passed midnight. He was worried that Bai Ye would not get enough sleep, so he quickly said, "Let's stop here!"
Bai Ye said, "Hmm," and said, "Let's ask the trainees to rewrite it according to what we said."
After being in the book for more than half a year, Qi Xingchen accepted the identity of "Young Master of the Qi Family" on the surface, but deep down, he was still like those earphones, the boy looking up at the night sky in the abyss.
The word "we" gave him a secret sense of pleasure, and Qi Xingchen suddenly felt a little sad.
How could he be worthy enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with such an outstanding person like Bai Ye?
He said gratefully: "Thank you for staying with me for so long, you are too clingy...please change."
But Bai Ye immediately refused: "No, don't change it, keep it."
His voice was low and light, "놖 likes you to stick to 놖."
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