He didn't know what was going on in the car, but when Jiahe approached, he heard someone in the car playing guitar and singing. Listening to the voice is very good, and there are two or three female voices in chorus, she easily recognizes Qiao Qiao, who is deaf. Just as she was gloating, Yi Wenze, who was walking in front, stopped, turned around, and was caught off guard. Defense, almost hit him.
"Thank you," Yi Wenze finally said, "the hot pot is delicious."
"That," Jiahe smiled, "you're welcome."
She looked at Yi Wenze, hesitated, but still didn't say anything comforting. Not far or near, it is good to be able to eat at the same table. His relationship and life are better to secretly slander when he is watching the news on the web.
"Next song, next song," Qiaoqiao's voice came from the car, "Who drew 2?"
It seems that Cheng Hao admitted it, and even explained that he was really insufficent, which attracted Qiao Qiao's scolding, saying that he was the benchmark here, who would dare to say that he was insufficent...
Yi Wenze leaned against the back of the car: "You go in first, I'll get in the car later."
Jiahe understood what he meant, and got into the car first, the license plate was thrown aside, and the beer cans were thrown everywhere. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits and didn't care about getting up early tomorrow to start work. At this time, Cheng Hao had been forced by Qiao Qiao. After clearing his throat, Qiao Qiao held the guitar, crossed Erlang's legs, and plucked twice at will: "What do you sing?"
"Eternal God"
Cheng Hao stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly, "It's an old man, just pick the one that impressed me the most, Chunni."
Qiaoqiao looked at him sideways: "Isn't this song about the love between him and his wife? They are divorced now, which is very unlucky." Even so, he dutifully played the tune for him. Cheng Hao's voice has a lot of potential, a song "Spring Mud", a familiar sentence, a familiar melody: "The words in the sky are falling in your ears, you and I are silent and do not respond, hold your hand, but your eyes are red from crying. …”
She still remembers that the gossip recorded the acquaintance of this talented musician and his wife, a dreamy talent show, and fell in love at first sight for decades... In the end, it was only the revelation of an extramarital affair, which ended bleak. Somehow, she thought of Yi Wenze again.
At the end of the day, Yi Wenze got into the car and took the beer handed by Xiao Ou. The liveliness in the car did not retreat because he came in, but it heated up even more when he showed up.
Qiaoqiao glanced at Jiahe slyly, handed over her guitar, and said to Yi Wenze with a smile, "Mr. Yi, you are the one who will be the finale." As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone gave way. Yi Wenze smiled and didn't refuse. He took the guitar and tried a few notes before slowly playing a low-pitched tune.
Jiahe sat down beside Qiaoqiao, and it was easy to tell that this was don't cry.
An old tune.
The hoarse and deep murmur is easy to associate with many people. Everyone tacitly remembered his tumultuous marriage, and consciously kept silent. This song became famous at the beginning because of the strong accompaniment of the guitarist and the voice of the lead singer. Yi Wenze, who was leaning on the seat in front of him and holding the guitar, easily combined the two and performed it perfectly. , the attitude of no one else.
Jiahe looked at his profile, the posture of holding the guitar, and the fingers that plucked the strings up and down. Such a song, such lyrics, really can make people think of a lot.
How did she get back to the hotel after that, how did Qiaoqiao use every means to force them to ask what they were doing under the car, she didn't have much impression, but after taking a shower, she immediately threw herself on the bed, surfed the Internet with her mobile phone, and waited for her reaction. I have been habitually on Yi Wenze's Weibo.
Updated a photo of a line of footprints on a snowy night.
My ears were pounding, and my heart was beating like thunder. She threw down her phone, got out of bed and picked up the kettle, walked to the bathroom to fill it up, and then walked back to press the switch to boil the water.
There was an immediate noise from the kettle, which made her even more confused.
Staring at the mirror at the small bar in front of her, she began to pay attention to her face inexplicably, distracting her. Well, there are small brown spots under the eyes, it's time to take care of... Just as I was thinking about it, the phone rang a text message.
Picking it up, it was a text message from Gu Yu: Five years, is it not enough for you to forgive me
…
With a snap, the kettle switch automatically jumps off, and the water boils.
She was so frightened that she reached for the kettle, and immediately burned her hands. She held up her phone with grinning teeth, ran to the bathroom to flush, and then... The ipone was washed with water smoothly, and the screen went black. She looked at her mobile phone with tears in her eyes, and found that she was in a mess.
A year or two after the breakup, she had thought about how Gu Yu should come to see her again, how to reject him in a dismissive tone, and then give him a slap in the face, but as time passed, she just felt stupid when she thought about it. I just hope that this person will not appear again, reminding myself of the stupidity and worthlessness of the past.
Because she was stimulated too much, she got into the quilt early and fell asleep, and she was woken up by a violent knock on the door. Climbing out of bed and dawdling to the door, as soon as the door was opened, Qiao Qiao broke in: "Master screenwriter, how do you turn off your mobile phone?"
"Broken." Jiahe squinted at her, not yet used to being woken up.
"It's really bad time," Qiaoqiao shook her phone and showed her, "Do you know what time it is? It's past twelve o'clock."
"I'm fine again today. I'm still thinking that it's time to go back to Shanghai. If there are any changes to the script, I'll be fine with the email." Jiahe babbled, turned back, and continued to get under the quilt to keep warm.
It's better to go back, no surprises and no surprises.
Qiaoqiao looked at her in surprise: "Are you going back to Shanghai in this situation?"
Jiahe looked at her stupidly: "What's the situation?"
Jojo climbed onto the bed and looked down at her: "I'll tell you something, you have to be calm, calm down."
Jiahe was taken aback by her: "If you scare people in the morning, just say something..."
"There was an accident this morning, and your idol was sent to the hospital." Qiao Qiao completely disassembled the 'idol accident' and said it was of little use. Jiahe had already jumped out of the quilt: "What's the matter? It's serious?"
"The horse suddenly went mad in the morning. He was thrown off, stepped on by the horse twice, and his leg was broken." Qiaoqiao is simple and clear, "now in Dongyang Central Hospital. I've been busy all morning before I can rest, and I will also turn off the phone when I call you. , I'm about to be pissed off, do you want to go? Hurry up and talk, I'll prepare a car for you."
Jiahe nodded, but shook his head indiscriminately: "It's useless for me to go, it's embarrassing."
"Why don't you go?" Qiaoqiao looked at her in surprise. "You're stupid? Liao Jing will go to everything. What's wrong with you? It's just a visit as a friend, don't say you're not happy."
The final result of the discussion was to go, Jojo didn't give her a chance to refute at all.
She has been with the crew a lot, but she has never visited the injured actors. The basic reason is that she can't even remember the names of those actors. Standing at the gate of the hospital at this time, he hesitated for a long time before walking into the hall full of disinfectant. Xiaoou was not far away, and he immediately waved when he saw her: "Screenwriter, here."
When he reached the floor of the ward, there were already many people around. Ah Qing was squatting in a corner on the phone, his eyes were red and he didn't know what he was talking about. Xiao Ou patted Jia He and said that he would go down and wait for someone else. Ran.
She retreated to the top of the stairs and hesitated again, not moving for a long time.
After a while, a lot of reporters suddenly rushed up, and a person walked out of the ward, wearing sunglasses and a mask, bowed his head and was escorted by an assistant, squeezed among the reporters, and walked out with difficulty. When Dai walked to the elevator, she took off her mask and said to reporters with a smile: "Aze's injury is not serious, thank you for your concern."
This sentence is like a thousand waves in one stone, and immediately attracted more noisy questions, 'Are you here on a special trip to visit? ''Do you have any intention of getting back together? ''I heard that this time you played this time, it was Yi Wenze who brought it together. Is this an invitation to reunite? '…
Tianchu resumed his silence and walked into the elevator with his assistant.
The reporter seemed to have agreed that the troops would be divided into two groups, half chasing after Tianchu, and the other half guarding the stairwell on this floor, exchanging the information they had obtained in a low voice. Jiahe saw that there were so many reporters at the door, and thought that he should not get involved. He went downstairs to stay for a while, and then came up after the limelight had passed. Because the elevator was blocked, she simply went all the way down the stairs, but saw Tian Chu 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 at the entrance of the stairs and deliberately avoided a distance. Tianchu took out his mobile phone and handed it to her: "This is sent to me by a friend a few days ago."
Jiahe looked at her puzzled, she pointed at the screen with her index finger, and motioned Jiahe to watch it by herself. On the opened website, there is an entertainment news. You can see a photo through the side window of the white commercial car. Yi Wenze is starting the car, his right hand is on the steering wheel, and the person in the passenger seat... is himself.
"Not only I have seen it, but Sister Mai has also seen it," Tianchu smiled and looked at her, eyes bright and harmless, "so I believe that Sister Mai has already seen it to Aze. I have no other intentions," Tianchu said. Put away the phone, "Looking at your face, Aze probably didn't tell you about it. You are in this circle, and I believe you know that at this time, it's not appropriate for such a photo to appear."
Apocalypse...
Jiahe only came up with this idea.