He didn't know what was being played in the car.
When Jiahe got closer, he heard someone playing guitar and singing in the car.
Her voice sounded very good, and there were two or three female voices singing in unison.
She easily recognized the tone-deaf Qiao Qiao.
Just as she was gloating about her misfortune, Yi Wenze, who was walking in front, stopped and turned around.
She was caught off guard.
He was on guard and almost hit him.
"Thank you," Yi Wenze finally said, "the hot pot is delicious."
"That's right," Jiahe smiled, "You're welcome."
She looked at Yi Wenze, hesitated, but still didn't say anything to comfort him.
It's not too far or too close, so it's good to be able to eat at the same table.
His relationship and life are better to be secretly criticized while reading the news on the web.
"Next song, next song," Qiaoqiao's voice came from the car, "Who drew 2?"
It seemed that Cheng Hao admitted it and even defended that he was really tone-deaf, which caused Qiao Qiao to curse, saying that he was the benchmark here, who would dare to say that he was tone-deaf?
Yi Wenze leaned against the back of the car: "You go in first, and I'll get in the car later."
Jiahe understood what he meant and got into the car first.
The sign was thrown aside and beer cans were thrown everywhere.
Everyone seemed to be in high spirits and didn't care about getting up early to start work tomorrow.
At this time, Cheng Hao was forced by Qiao Qiao and cleared his throat.
Qiao Qiao held the guitar, crossed her legs, and strummed twice at random: "What to sing?"
Cheng Hao touched his forehead and sighed deeply, and said helplessly: "I'm an old man, so let's choose the one that impressed me most, Chunni."
Qiao Qiao looked at him sideways: "Isn't this song about the love between him and his wife?
They are divorced now.
How unlucky."
Even so, she still played the tune for him dutifully.
Cheng Hao's voice has great potential, a spring mud song, a familiar sentence, a familiar melody: "Words from the sky are falling on my ears, you and I are silent and don't respond, I hold your hand, but your eyes are red from crying."
She still remembered that gossip had recorded the acquaintance of this musical genius and his wife, a dreamy talent show, and the love at first sight that had lasted for decades, but ended in disgrace with the revelation that they had had an extramarital affair.
Somehow, she thought of Yi Wenze again.
As the song came to an end, Yi Wenze got into the car and took the beer from Xiao Ou.
The excitement in the car did not recede when he came in, but intensified when he appeared.
Qiao Qiao glanced at Jiahe slyly, handed over her guitar, and said to Yi Wenze with a smile: "Teacher Yi, the last one is you."
As soon as she spoke, everyone moved out of their seats.
Yi Wenze smiled and did not refuse.
He took the guitar and tried a few notes, then slowly began to play a low tune.
Jiahe sat down next to Qiaoqiao, and it was easy to tell that this was dontcry.
An old tune.
The hoarse and deep murmur was easily associated with many things.
Everyone tacitly thought of his tumultuous marriage and consciously kept silent.
This song became famous in the first place because of the guitarist's powerful accompaniment and the lead singer's voice.
Yi Wenze, who was leaning on the seat in front of him and holding the guitar, easily blended the two together and performed it perfectly. , as if there is no one around.
Jiahe looked at his profile, the way he held the guitar in his arms, and the fingers that plucked the strings up and down.
Such a song and such lyrics can indeed make people think of a lot.
How she returned to the hotel after that, how Qiaoqiao tried every means to force them to ask what they were doing under the car, she didn't have much memory.
After taking a shower, she immediately threw herself on the bed, holding up her mobile phone and surfing the Internet randomly, waiting for her reaction.
I have become accustomed to going to Yi Wenze’s Weibo.
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His ears were pounding, his heartbeat was pounding like thunder.
She threw down her phone, got out of bed, picked up the kettle, walked to the bathroom and filled it, then walked back and pressed the switch to boil the water.
There was an immediate noise in the kettle, which made her even more confused.
Staring at the mirror of the small bar in front of her, she began to pay attention to her face for no reason, distracting her attention.
Well, there are small brown spots under the eyes.
It’s time to take care of them.
Just as I was thinking this, a text message rang on my phone.
Picking it up, it was a text message from Gu Yu: Five years is not enough for you to forgive me?
With a snap, the kettle switch automatically jumped on and the water boiled.
She was so frightened that she reached out for the kettle and immediately burned her hands.
Holding up her phone with a grin on her face, she ran to the bathroom and flushed the water.
Then the ione was washed smoothly and the screen went black.
She looked at her phone dumbfounded and found that she was in such a mess.
She scrapped her phone before she could even reply to a text message to clear up the relationship.
A year or two after the breakup, she had thought about how she would reject Gu Yu in a dismissive tone if he came to see her again, and then give him a big slap in the face.
But as time went by, now she just felt stupid.
I just hope that this person will never appear again to remind me of my stupidity and worthlessness.
Because she was too stimulated, she got under the quilt and fell asleep early.
She didn't know when she was awakened by a violent knock on the door.
He climbed out of bed and walked to the door.
As soon as he opened the door, Qiaoqiao barged in: "Screenwriter, how come your phone is turned off?"
"It's broken."
Jiahe squinted at her, still not used to being woken up.
"What a bad time," Qiaoqiao shook the phone and showed it to her, "Do you know what time it is now?
It's past twelve o'clock."
"I have nothing to do today.
I was thinking that I should go back to Shanghai.
If there are any modifications to the script, just send me an email."
Jiahe babbled, turned back, and continued to get into the quilt to keep warm.
It's better to go back, no surprises or scares.
Qiao Qiao looked at her in surprise: "Why don't you go back to Shanghai in this situation?"
Jiahe looked at her stupidly: "What's going on?"
Qiaoqiao climbed onto the bed and looked down at her: "I'm going to tell you something.
You have to be calm, very calm."
Jiahe was startled by her: "It's so early in the morning to scare people, just say what you have to say."
"Something happened this morning, and your idol was sent to the hospital."
Qiao Qiao completely broke down the idol's accident, but it was obviously of little use.
Jiahe got out of the quilt with excitement and said, "What's the matter?"
"The horse suddenly went crazy this morning.
He was thrown off, stepped on twice by the horse, and his leg was fractured," Qiao Qiao said simply and clearly, "He is now in Dongyang Central Hospital.
I have been busy all morning before I finally rested, and I turned off the phone when I called you. , I’m almost pissed off, tell me if you want to go, I’ll prepare a car for you.”
Jiahe nodded, but then shook his head randomly: "It's useless if I go, it's very embarrassing."
"Why don't you go?"
Qiao Qiao looked at her in surprise, "You're stupid.
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Liao Jing will go even if you don't.
What's the matter with you going just as a friend to visit?
Don't say you're not happy."
The final result of the discussion was to go ahead.
Qiaoqiao didn't give her a chance to refute at all.
She visited the crew many times, but she never visited the injured actors.
The basic reason was that she couldn't even remember the names of those actors, so she stopped joining in the fun because she couldn't help them.
Standing at the entrance of the hospital, he still hesitated for a long time before walking into the hall full of disinfectant.
Xiao Ou was not far away.
When he saw her, he immediately waved: "Screenwriter, here."
When they reached the floor of the ward, there were already many people around.
Ah Qing was squatting in a corner making a phone call, his eyes were red and he didn’t know what he was talking about.
Xiao Ou patted Jiahe and said he would go down and wait for someone.
Ran away.
She retreated to the stairs and began to hesitate again, and did not move for a long time.
After a while, many reporters suddenly rushed up, and a man walked out of the ward.
He was wearing sunglasses and a mask.
He lowered his head and was escorted by an assistant.
He squeezed among the reporters and walked out with difficulty.
When Dai walked to the elevator, she took off her mask and told reporters with a smile: "Aze's injury is not serious.
Thank you for your concern."
This sentence was like a thousand waves, and it immediately attracted more noisy questions.
Are you here for a special visit?
Do you have any intention of getting back together?
I heard that Yi Wenze was the one who pulled the strings for your drama this time.
This is considered A composite invitation?
Tianchu returned to silence and walked into the elevator with his assistant.
As if the reporter had agreed, the troops were divided into two groups, half chasing Tianchu, and the other half guarding the stairwell on this floor, exchanging the information they obtained in a low voice.
Seeing so many reporters at the door, Jiahe thought it would be better not to get involved and go downstairs for a while, then come back up after the limelight had passed.
Because the elevator was blocked, she simply went down the stairs, but saw Tianchu at the corner of the second floor.
"Jiahe," Tianchu seemed to be waiting for her, "do you have time to say a few words?"
Jiahe walked over: "Okay."
Tianchu's assistant was guarding the stairs, deliberately staying away from him.
Tianchu took out his mobile phone and handed it to her: "A friend sent this to me a few days ago."
Jiahe looked at her in confusion, and she tapped the screen with her index finger, indicating to Jiahe to read it for herself.
On the website that was opened, there was an entertainment news, and a photo could be seen.
Through the side window of a white business car, Yi Wenze was starting the car, with his right hand casually resting on the steering wheel, and the person in the passenger seat was...
Own.
"Not only have I seen it, Sister Mai has also seen it," Tianchu looked at her with a smile, his eyes bright and harmless, "So I believe that Sister Mai has already shown it to Aze.
I have no other intentions," Tianchu Putting away the phone, "Looking at your face, Aze probably didn't tell you about this.
You are in this circle, and I believe you also know that it is not appropriate for this kind of photo to appear at this time."
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