Evening, capital.
The 22nd floor of Shengjing Entertainment.
The light and pleasant sound of the piano was faintly heard from the end of the corridor, occasionally attracting passing employees and artists to stop and listen, but they could not hear it clearly due to the obstruction of the heavy soundproof door.
In the semicircular piano room at the end of the corridor, Jiang Que sat in front of the grand piano in the middle, facing the semi-circular curved floor-to-ceiling windows, with soundproof walls and doors not far behind him.
After lunch, he and He Jingsheng came to the company.
He was not familiar with the music score of He Jingsheng's song. Although if it was just sight-reading, he could go directly to the recording studio and play according to the score, but since he had agreed to help, he didn't intend to just get by. It happened that He Jingsheng had a meeting in the afternoon, so Jiang Que asked him to take him to the company's piano room and used the afternoon to familiarize himself with the music score.
The sun was setting, and the light outside was gradually getting darker. In addition, the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with dark anti-peep and heat-insulating film, making the piano room seem even darker.
Jiang Que stood up, went to the door and turned on the headlights, then sat back down at the piano.
He was actually almost familiar with the music score, but since He Jingsheng hadn't come to see him yet and he didn't know if the meeting was still over, he decided to practice it a few more times so that he would be more comfortable when recording.
The piano music sounded again.
This time, Jiang Que deliberately didn't look at the score, wanting to try to play it from memory. His memory was indeed quite good, and he completed the five-and-a-half-minute song almost exactly the first time he played it.
After playing it once, he quickly started the second time. This time, he no longer focused on playing it accurately, but tried to immerse himself in it, mobilize his emotions and integrate into the melody.
The sound of the piano is like water, flowing gently in the empty piano room.
After finishing the second take, Jiang Que was finally satisfied and thought that the recording should be good enough at his current level.
He breathed a sigh of relief, moved his hands away from the keys, and gently kneaded and relaxed his wrists and knuckles. As he was kneading, he inadvertently raised his eyes and was suddenly stunned.
In the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window in front, there was a person standing by the door not far behind him.
That person was obviously not He Jingsheng. Judging from her figure, she looked like a woman and seemed to be holding a mobile phone in her hand.
The next second after he looked at the floor-to-ceiling window, the man quickly put down his phone and even put his hands behind his back to cover up his guilt.
Jiang Que turned around suddenly, and after seeing the man's face clearly, he was surprised to find that he actually recognized this person who had walked in quietly at some point in time.
Tang Yao.
Although they had never met, he had seen her in the MV of the theme song of "Tian Jiang Xue" not long ago.
At this time, Tang Yao stood there with her hands behind her back. Seeing that he noticed her, she was not shy at all. Instead, she smiled at him and took the initiative to greet him, "Teacher Bai, nice to meet you."
Her face shape and facial features are not stunning when viewed individually, but when combined together they are extremely harmonious, making it easy for people to like her.
At this time, she was wearing a black short jacket and a high ponytail at the back of her head, looking neat and refreshing. The two small canine teeth exposed when she smiled added a bit of playfulness to her, cleverly diluting the coldness brought by the look.
Jiang Que didn't really understand why she came, but he just responded, "Hello."
While speaking, his eyes glanced at her arms which were still behind her back. However, Tang Yao did not seem embarrassed. She calmly took her hands out from behind her back and put the phone in her pocket.
Then, she walked towards Jiang Que naturally with her hands in her pockets. "Teacher Bai plays the piano so well. I felt like I was at a concert just now."
Whether this was said casually or sincerely, it was a compliment after all, so Jiang Que politely said, "You're too kind."
"No, no, Mr. Bai, there's no need to be modest."
Tang Yao walked to the side of the piano, half turned around, and casually placed her elbow on the top support rod. Her eyes lingered on Jiang Que's face for a while, as if with some inquiring intent.
Jiang Que felt like she had something to say, so he simply asked directly, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Tang Yao was stunned for a moment, then smiled a little embarrassedly: "Oh, no, I just didn't expect you to come to our company."
Jiang Que had always been very sensitive to other people's attitudes and emotions. Tang Yao's behavior at this moment always made him feel that she was hiding something else. However, since she was unwilling to speak, he had no interest in delving into it. He just followed her words and replied calmly, "Oh, it's my first time here too."
"First time?" Tang Yao seemed a little surprised. "You've never been here before?"
Jiang Que shook his head.
"Oh..." Tang Yao blinked thoughtfully, but soon smiled self-deprecatingly, "That's right, you are so beautiful, if you had been here, I would have been very impressed."
Jiang Que had no way of responding to this, so he could only look away and give a dry laugh.
At this moment, a lazy voice suddenly came from the corridor outside the door: "A Que——"
Jiang Que almost didn't realize that he was being called. When he realized it, he felt a chill in his spine. He turned around and looked at the door speechlessly. He saw He Jingsheng walking into the piano room while walking around with a car key ring on his finger.
When He Jingsheng saw Tang Yao, he couldn't help but pause and asked in surprise, "Hey, why are you here too?"
Tang Yao didn't answer this question. Instead, she frowned with disbelief and uncertainty and asked, "...Mr. He, did you just sneeze?"
Jiang Que couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He Jingsheng: “…”
He was silent for two seconds with a frown on his face, then glanced at Jiang Que with a malicious look: "Aque Aque Aque Aque, Aque!"
Tang Yao bared her teeth and looked at him with disdain, as if she was watching a mentally retarded person. Then she tiptoed back a step, turned her head and forced a smile at Jiang Que, saying, "Teacher Bai, I'm leaving now. Bye!"
After saying that, she waved her hand quickly and trotted out of the piano room.
He Jingsheng glanced at her back as she disappeared out the door, curled his lips, turned back, and walked to the piano bench and sat down next to Jiang Que: "Why is she here? Looking for you?"
Jiang Que still had a smile on his face: "Yeah."
"What do I want to see you for?"
Jiang Que said: "I don't know, maybe just a greeting."
He Jingsheng narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "Do you know her?"
Jiang Que shook his head.
He Jingsheng hummed, then seemed to remember something: "Huh? Didn't you see her when she was filming 'The Snow Will Come'?"
Jiang Que was stunned for a moment before realizing he was referring to the official promotional photos released during the filming of "Heaven Will Snow." He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Does that count as 'seeing'? It wasn't just me who saw her, was it?"
He Jingsheng thought so too, but he was obviously not very interested in this topic. He raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Well, it doesn't matter whether you have seen it or not. Anyway, you have seen it now, right?"
After saying this, he sighed slightly dejectedly, not without resentment, "Ah—look at her? She doesn't even know you, yet she's so enthusiastic towards you. But when she sees me? She runs away as if she's seen a ghost."
Hearing this, Jiang Que seemed to feel a bit of sympathy, but there was also a sense of helplessness in his sympathy: "...If someone were to cling to me like you do to her all day long, I would probably avoid them as much as possible."
"Hey?" He Jingsheng said dissatisfiedly, "You mean this is all my fault?"
Jiang Que didn't answer, but instead asked, "Didn't you say before that you hadn't figured out whether you liked her or not, and that you were just trying to pursue her? Have you figured it out now?"
He Jingsheng pouted, as if he didn't want to admit it, but in the end he said sullenly, "To be honest, I didn't really feel that I cared that much. I just felt that I had a good impression of her. If I could pursue her, I would be with her, but if I couldn't, then forget it. But when I saw the hot search about her and Song Yecheng last time, I suddenly felt like I was hit by a club and realized that I actually... seemed to really care."
He Jingsheng has always been like this. I don’t know if it’s a common problem among playboys who play around in the world, but he has never cared about anything since his student days.
He always complains that his love life is bumpy and he can't get anyone he wants, but in fact it's just that he is not serious enough. Sometimes he even pursues people without figuring out whether they like him or not, which usually leads to failure.
Now, after hearing what he said, Jiang Que actually felt that "this kid finally got it", and even felt that the cold water poured on him by the trending search was just right, so that he wouldn't be confused all the time.
He Jingsheng sighed again and resigned himself to his fate, "Alas—but what's the point in thinking it through now? She's already taken."
Jiang Que was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, you still have a chance."
He Jingsheng was stunned for a moment, and after two seconds, he suddenly seemed to realize something and said incredulously: "Fuck, you're actually willing to let me poach your idol?!"
Jiang Que was simply impressed by his bizarre train of thought and said expressionlessly, "They are not together."
He Jingsheng frowned suspiciously. "How is that possible? I even asked Tong Qian about this at the time, and she said the trending search wasn't a collaboration between them."
Jiang Que was too lazy to explain too much and just said, "Anyway, all you need to know is that we're not together."
He added, "But this only means you still have a chance, it doesn't mean you can catch her. If you still cling to her like before and mess around blindly, even if I give you countless chances it will be useless."
This time He Jingsheng didn't continue to argue, but became confused and distressed: "Then what should I do?"
Jiang Que thought to himself, "I've never been in a relationship, so how would I know?" After thinking for a long time, he finally said helplessly, "...be more careful."
This answer was really broad, and to someone like He Jingsheng, who had just come to understand something, it was no different from a heavenly book. He pondered it for a long time, and finally nodded: "...Okay, then I'll think about it carefully later."
Anyway, this kind of question couldn't be figured out in a short time, so he simply put it aside for now. He turned his head and raised his chin towards the music stand: "How was your afternoon? Did you practice well?"
Jiang Que followed his gaze and said, "It's almost done. Shall we go record it now?"
He Jingsheng looked at his watch, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Tomorrow. When I just passed by the recording studio, they said that a few kids were going to record a new song tonight. It will probably take until midnight."
He Jingsheng is obviously not that old, but maybe because he is the boss, he always likes to take advantage of his seniority and call the newcomers signed by his company "kids". Every time Jiang Que hears this name, he feels a little amused.
"Let's go eat first, and then I'll take you home so you can get some rest." He Jingsheng continued, "We're not in a hurry anyway, so we can just record it tomorrow."
Jiang Que didn't really want to delay any further. He was still thinking about his promise to Song Yecheng to go back early, but this was only a one-day delay after all. Since he was already here, it would be too hypocritical to make a fuss about it. So he nodded and said, "Alright."
He Jingsheng placed his hand on the keyboard cover, as if intending to close it and leave. Seeing this, Jiang Que asked, "Don't you want to listen to it first?"
He Jingsheng had already put the lid down halfway when he heard this and suddenly realized: "Oh, right! If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten."
Jiang Que gave him a look that said, "What else can you remember?" and pointed to a bench by the wall not far away: "Sit over there."
"Why?" He Jingsheng asked reluctantly.
Jiang Que turned his elbow to the side: "You're blocking me."
He Jingsheng was poked in the ribs and couldn't help but let out a "tsk" sound, but he didn't argue anymore. He covered his ribs and obediently stood up and went to the side.
After sitting on the bench by the wall, he clapped his hands and stretched out one hand: "God Jiang! Please start your performance!"
Jiang Que sneered and ignored him. He raised his hands to the piano keys, calmed his breath a little, and then pressed the first note.
After leaving the company in the evening, the two went to have dinner nearby. Around seven or eight o'clock after dinner, He Jingsheng drove Jiang Que home.
On the way to the suburbs, He Jingsheng complained a lot about the remote location and poor living environment of the tube-shaped building, but Jiang Que turned a deaf ear to him. After parking the car at the alley entrance, he waved to him briefly, got out of the car, and dragged the suitcase back home.
This room has been vacant for nearly two months. As soon as Jiang Que opened the door, he felt a quiet and old atmosphere.
But he didn't care too much. After entering the room, he closed the door, leaned the suitcase against the wall, and then went straight back to the bedroom.
Turning on the dim bedside lamp, he tore off the sheets and quilt covers that had not been changed for two months and threw them aside. He took out a clean set from the cabinet and put them on. He bent down to pick up the old ones, walked out of the room, and stuffed them into the washing machine.
When he came back and passed by the living room, he zipped up the suitcase and brought it into the room. He took out the heavy winter clothes he brought last time and changed into thinner spring and summer clothes. Then he zipped up the suitcase and placed it next to the bedside table.
When he stood up again, he looked around the room, as if he didn't know what to do next, and just stood there in a daze.
After a long time, he finally walked slowly to the bed and sat down, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and leaned against the head of the bed.
In the past, he did not have the habit of checking his mobile phone. Most of the time, the mobile phone was an unnecessary existence for him. He would not feel any anxiety even if he went out without it, and he rarely thought of using it as a pastime to kill time.
But just now, after two months of life on the crew, he returned to the solitary situation he should have been best at, standing alone in a dimly lit and silent room, and inexplicably he had the idea of keeping in touch with the outside world.
This thought was really rare for Jiang Que, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and felt the same emotion as Song Yecheng did during the day -
Habits are indeed terrible things.
At this time, he leaned against the head of the bed, casually swiped the screen of his mobile phone left and right a few times, browsed through the few software icons in a cursory manner, and finally lightly opened Weibo.
There was only Song Yecheng in his follow list, so the latest Weibo post displayed on his homepage was the group photo taken at the villa some time ago.
Jiang Que clicked on the photo and looked at it again. As he looked at it, the corners of his lips involuntarily rose slightly, following the pattern of Song Yecheng in the photo.
After shrinking the picture, he casually clicked on the search interface and then clicked on the hot search list from the top of the interface.
After refreshing all afternoon, the hot search list had already changed countless times. The ones related to him had dropped a little, and now the one that topped the list was an entry related to Song Yecheng:
【Song Yecheng quickly stops thinking】
Just six words, it's totally incomprehensible.
Jiang Que clicked on it half out of doubt and half out of curiosity.
The entry details weren't clearly explained, and he couldn't quite understand them after reading them for a long time. He had no choice but to scroll down and read the popular comments. Only then did he piece together what had happened from the summaries of several "class representatives"—
After the news broke that he was surrounded at the airport at noon, some netizens expressed their thoughts on his relationship with He Jingsheng in the comment section:
[Don't force me to use a big move: a handsome writer is trapped, a mysterious rich man rushes to rescue him, a large number of bodyguards forcefully clear the way, a domineering grab grabs the man's shoulders and snatches him away, a luxury car escorts him out of the airport, and then... hehe, I've already imagined a 100,000-word essay!]
Originally, this comment had nothing to do with Song Yecheng, but it was precisely this comment that had nothing to do with him that Song Yecheng actually posted a reply below:
[Song Yecheng: Stop the Brain Quickly]
Suddenly, the netizens who commented were shocked, and the bystanders who were watching the show were also shocked.
A few minutes later, Weibo was boiling:
[Jiuno Wink: Hahahahahahahahaha Help me!! He's anxious, he's anxious, he's anxious! He got anxious when he saw someone trying to use Teacher Bai to produce food with others!]
[Kiss the Left Earlobe: The blogger's name is brilliant! This ultimate move is so awesome, even Song Yecheng got hit hard, hahahahahaha!]
[Lightning is me ascending: Hahahahaha, brother, you're so promising! Don't just cheat so easily! Can you be calm?]
[Ruo Renyou: I got it, I got it! From now on, if you want to trick your brother into replying, just use Mr. Bai's short essay in your mind! (Top Pot Cover)]
[The pine and cypress flags dance in the wind: Hurry up and change your ID! I declare that from today on, the couple I'm supporting is the official one! The main wife! Rightfully so!]
As passersby and fans were celebrating, the original commenter also replied to Song Yecheng:
[Don't force me to use my ultimate move: Hahaha, help! I get it, Brother Cheng! I'll send a boxed lunch to the mysterious rich boy tonight! You are the electricity, you are the light, you are the only male protagonist, 100,000 words will be ready soon!]
This time the crowd was even more excited, and immediately started a new round of booing:
[Shuofeng Rujieyi: Hahahaha, write quickly! I'll immediately recharge and reward GKD on any website you post it on!]
Little Pudding doesn't listen: Hahaha, blogger, you're going to be famous! You're the legendary star that fell from the sky! I've already reserved a spot for you in the publishing and adaptation process, so hurry up!
…
After reading the whole story, Jiang Que was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He didn't know whether to admire the netizens' imagination or sigh at Song Yecheng's influence.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Que paused for a moment, and subconsciously looked towards the living room. He couldn't figure out who would come to see him so late at night.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The knocking on the door continued. Jiang Que hesitated for a moment, put the locked screen of his phone back into his pocket, and stood up and walked towards the living room.
When he reached the door, he raised his hand and turned on the living room chandelier, but instead of opening the door directly, he asked through the door panel, "Who is it?"
The knocking paused for a moment, and then a response came from the other side of the door: "Xiao Jiang? It's me."
Hearing this name and voice, Jiang Que reacted in two seconds and immediately opened the door: "Sister Liu?"
Standing outside the door was Sister Liu, the landlord of this house, a kind and simple middle-aged woman.
"Oh, it's a good thing you're home today," Sister Liu said with a smile, "I was thinking of calling you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
Although Sister Liu was the landlord, she usually wouldn't contact him or call him unless it was something important. So Jiang Que was a little surprised when he heard this: "You want to talk to me about something?"
Sister Liu nodded and craned her neck to look at the computer on the desk. "Are you busy right now? I hope I can stop you from working if I call you now."
Hearing this, Jiang Que immediately realized that what she wanted to say might not be something that could be explained in just a few words standing at the door.
So, he simply stepped aside and walked out of the door:
"I'm not busy. Please come in and talk."
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