The car turned a corner and drove onto Nanjing West Road.
Jiahe snorted and said nothing, just looking sideways out the window.
"How do you know Aze?"
Wu Zhilun said suddenly.
She answered honestly: "I am one of the screenwriters of his play."
"Screenwriter," he tapped his index finger on the steering wheel rhythmically, and said casually, "We just met each other not long ago."
Jiahe hummed: "Almost two months."
He smiled to himself, mixed with some unclear emotions.
When they arrived at Qiaoqiao's house, the two of them stayed downstairs for a while.
They didn't get out of the car until they were sure it was safe.
Jiahe walked in front and pressed the elevator button.
After a while, Wu Zhilun covered his face with a hoodie.
Under the eyes of the apartment security guard who looked like a thief, he walked to the elevator with his hands in his pockets and winked at Jiahe.
This look is exactly like that of the romantic and pretty detective from last year's New Year's Eve.
Jiahe suddenly remembered that when they were having a bed chat in college, Qiao Qiao once praised Wu Zhilun's obscure gay movie: "My friend, I seem to have always liked you."
Wu Zhilun smiled and was about to speak when the elevator dinged and the double doors slid open.
Before the two of them could go out, someone had already walked in, and at the same time, a woman's hand pressed on the elevator door: "I just said that my friend would come to stay, why don't you just leave for this?"
Qiao Qiao's face without makeup , was so angry that he didn't see Jiahe and Wu Zhilun until he finished speaking.
Jiahe bit his lip and looked at her, then looked at Beisda, this time it was so bloody.
Qiao Qiao's eyes stopped on Wu Zhilun's face for three seconds, then immediately let go of his hand, smiled and said to the Best Master: "Goodbye."
The transition from outburst to polite farewell was flawless.
So, the elevator carried the dark-faced bassist, leaving three people smiling at each other.
Before Jiahe could introduce him, Qiaoqiao stretched out his hand in a dignified manner: "Hello, I'm Qiao Joe.”
Wu Zhilun is also a gentleman: "Hello, Wu Zhilun."
Qiaoqiao smiled and nodded: "Sorry, I should have made a call before coming so I could go downstairs to pick you up."
Wu Zhilun shrugged: "It doesn't matter, I'm just sending Jiahe up and leaving right away."
Qiao Qiao was surprised: "Why don't you sit down for a while?"
If it weren't for the chilly weather in the corridor, and if it weren't for Qiao Qiao still wearing home clothes, Jiahe would really doubt that he was at some famous wine banquet.
They kept chatting, starting from looking forward to cooperating for a long time to talking about the box office for the Valentine's Day schedule.
The final outcome was that Wu Zhilun followed the two of them to the door of the room with great enthusiasm, and watched Qiao Qiao facing the closed door. , completely lost his voice.
She actually just wore slippers and pajamas and locked herself out of the door.
"Or" Jiahe really wanted to hit him to death, "just go to my house."
If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have bothered.
It was like the great migration of the century.
It was originally a traffic accident caused by her alone.
She inexplicably made Wu Zhilun the driver, and also caused Qiao Qiao to be locked out.
Wu Zhilun was very calm.
He looked at the locked door, then at the soaked Jiahe and Qiaoqiao who were wearing slippers.
He decisively walked to the other side of the corridor and dialed a phone number with a smile.
Needless to say, it was definitely for him.
Yi Wenze.
"I'm so handsome."
Qiao Qiao actually felt in love with the handsome man.
Jiahe couldn't laugh or cry: "I thought you didn't feel anything."
Qiao Qiao looked at her sideways: "I am very professional, so of course I have to act like one in person."
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Jiahe was too lazy to tease her and said quickly: "You will drive to my house later."
Qiao Qiao pouted at the figure from behind: "Where is he?"
"Of course he went back."
Jiahe didn't expect that what he took for granted would become absolutely impossible in Wu Zhilun's mouth.
As soon as she reiterated that she wanted Qiao Qiao to drive her home, Wu Zhilun immediately said that with two people like this, it would definitely be unsafe on the road.
Just when Jiahe was thinking of countermeasures, Qiao Qiao actually added insults and said that the place where Jiahe lived was not in good public order.
His parents were in Hangzhou tonight and they didn't have the key.
After going back and forth like this, singing and singing, the final decision turned out to be to go to Yi Wenze's house together.
Along the way, the two people in the front seat were chatting happily.
When passing the Yangpu Bridge, Qiao Qiao also pointed to the World Expo Park not far away and carefully explained the future municipal planning.
Wu Zhilun also listened with interest.
She has always spoken good Cantonese, and this is where she can put her skills to use.
Jiahe, on the other hand, was confused until she heard Tianchu's song hit the charts, and she felt something strange.
"Have you heard of this song?"
Wu Zhilun looked at Jiahe in the rearview mirror.
Jiahe shook his head: "New song" "Actually no, I wrote it two years ago."
Jiahe said oh.
"Aze composed the music and I wrote the lyrics."
Seeing that he was still looking at her, Jiahe could only nod.
To his surprise, he did not continue.
Rows of steel cables on the bridge lie between the lights.
There is no light, but they are clearly visible.
Qiaoqiao was disturbed by this weird atmosphere and stopped talking.
The road in Pudong is very wide, and it looks like two cities on the other side of the river.
I drove for an unknown amount of time before turning into a residential area, walking along the water, and it was quite quiet.
Several people followed Wu Zhilun out of the car and entered the house.
He was not polite.
As soon as he opened the door, he immediately asked his assistant to set up the mahjong table.
But the little boy obviously couldn't recover when he saw Jiahe with wet hair and Qiaoqiao wearing slippers.
No one would have guessed that there is a woman in this world who can appear in such a place.
Standing under the wall lamp in the entrance hall, Jiahe stood there in embarrassment until Aqing pulled her and asked in a low voice if she wanted to take a shower and change clothes. , was able to escape.
She used the bathroom downstairs, with warm water and steam.
She was only halfway through washing when she vaguely heard the sound of playing cards outside.
She was originally worried that she would go too far and end up staying at her idol's house.
At the moment, it seemed that she was obviously the most restrained one.
Quickly, she finished washing and put on Ah Qing's sportswear.
When she was thinking about how to dry her hair, someone knocked on the door.
Ah Qing poked his head in and handed over a hair dryer.
Jiahe looked at her in surprise, but said thank you.
Ah Qing smiled: "Thank me very much.
I have short hair and never use a hair dryer.
I bought this just now."
Jiahe was even more embarrassed and immediately said a few more words of thank you.
Ah Qing hurriedly waved his hands: "You're just joking, don't thank me, Teacher Yi asked me to go out and buy it."
Before he could finish speaking, Wu Zhilun coughed twice, signaling her to go back and continue.
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Jiahe took the hair dryer, closed the door and plugged it in.
The whole bathroom was immediately filled with buzzing sound.
There was a whole wall mirror in the bathroom, which was already covered with a thick layer of fog.
While drying her hair, she reached out and wiped a small piece dry.
The reflection reflected her face, which was red with heat.
It didn't feel real at all.
A simple hot bath, a lively mahjong battlefield, like an ordinary gathering of friends, but the location is so shocking.
She patted her face, put on a more natural smile, and then packed everything up and left the bathroom.
The living room downstairs has become a chess and card room.
Wu Zhilun deliberately reminded: "Aze is upstairs."
Qiao Qiao followed suit and said, "Jiahe, please go up and say thank you for me, and tell me that I will be the host and treat everyone to dinner next time."
Ah Qing immediately added: "Screenwriter, Teacher Yi is not asleep yet."
Only Wu Zhilun's assistant remained silent.
He was obviously struck by the cards and didn't even want to be distracted.
In the bright living room and the lively card game, she became the target of being kicked out.
Jiahe was bored for a moment and looked at the cards for a while, but no one paid any attention to her.
Forget it, now that she's here, she has to say hello to the owner anyway.
She gave herself a shot in the arm, got up and went upstairs.
The wooden floor and soft slippers make no sound when you walk on it, but it makes it even more cramped.
Fortunately, the layout of the second floor was very clean.
Only one room had a half-open door, and Yi Wenze's voice could be vaguely heard, which saved her the embarrassment of searching.
She stood at the door.
From this position, she could see the terrace outside, and the rain continued.
She knocked on the door and called Teacher Yi.
Yi Wenze seemed to be on the phone.
After saying "Come in," he immediately started talking to the other side in a low voice.
She hesitated and opened the door.
In the spacious study room, several wall lights are turned on, making the room bright.
Half of the entire wall on the right is a bookshelf, and the other half is turned into a CD rack.
He was sitting on the edge of the terrace, sinking into the black sofa, gently rubbing his eyebrows, and looked up at Jiahe.
At this time, the music just jumped to forever, and the deep voice of stratovari's lead singer filled every corner of the study.
"Tianchu," Yi Wenze suddenly said to the other end of the phone, "My new music is not very suitable for you.
Of course, this is just my opinion.
If you must, you can discuss it with Sister Mai.
You don't need to call me specifically."
After he finished speaking, he listened quietly for a while, still rubbing the center of his brow, with a helpless look on his face: "I've said everything I need to say.
I still have guests here, so I won't say more."
Jiahe sat awkwardly on another single sofa, listening to the music to distract himself.
It wasn't until Yi Wenze hung up the phone that she asked with a smile: "You like stratovari very much?"
After thinking for a long time, I found this topic to divert my attention.
"I started listening to their songs very early, and it gradually became a habit."
Yi Wenze put his mobile phone on the coffee table, picked up the floral teapot, and poured a cup of tea for Jiahe.
"Finland is a place with a gloomy climate, but this is also true."
This kind of atmosphere creates this kind of pure metal music.”
Jiahe asked: "Have you been to Finland?"
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Yi Wenze nodded.
Jiahe said with shame: "The suicide rate there is very high."
He was silent for a moment: "Yes, usually the peak period is in spring, because winter is too difficult, and many people have deep depression after a long wait."
There seems to be something wrong with the topic.
Jiahe thought of the phone call he just hung up and these remarks now.
In such a gloomy and desperate background, he suddenly felt a bad feeling.
She held the tea cup and was silent for a long time: "Actually, being betrayed is nothing, I have experienced it too."
Of course it cannot be compared with divorce, but this circle is so open, so the nature is probably not much different.
Yi Wenze raised his eyebrows lightly: "Editor Gu" Jiahe lowered his head and looked at the teacup: "Yeah."
He really sacrificed himself to persuade his idol, but his original intention was to say some comforting words, but the words that came out of his mouth were all rubbish, such as how time would smooth everything out, etc., which had no practical effect.
Just when she could do nothing, Yi Wenze suddenly called Jiahe.
She raised her head and looked at him doubtfully.
Those eyes were full of tiny smiles, looking at her gently: "You want to comfort me."
Listening to his own breathing, Jiahe felt a little at a loss.
His eyes randomly glanced at the flower teapot, and he immediately reached out to pick it up and walked to the water dispenser to add water: "No, I just suddenly thought of it."
Yi Wenze smiled and said nothing.
She put the floral teapot back on the candlestick, added some water to his cup, and when she turned around to hand it to him, she realized that the two of them were very close, too close. gd1806102: