The car turned a corner and drove onto Nanjing West Road.
Jiahe snorted, didn't say anything, just looked out the window sideways.
"How did you know Aze?" Wu Zhilun suddenly asked.
She answered honestly: "I am one of the screenwriters of his play."
"Screenwriter?" He tapped the steering wheel with his index finger rhythmically, and said casually, "Just met you not long ago?"
Jiahe hummed: "Almost two months."
He smiled to himself, mixed with some indistinct emotions.
When they arrived at Qiao Qiao's house, the two stayed downstairs for a while, and got out of the car separately until it was confirmed that it was safe. Jiahe walked in front and pressed the elevator. After a while, Wu Zhilun covered his face with a hoodie. Under the gaze of the apartment security guard, he walked to the elevator with his hands in his pockets and winked at Jiahe.
This look is like that of the romantic catcher in the Lunar New Year stall last year.
Jiahe suddenly remembered that Qiao Qiao had praised Wu Zhilun's obscure comrade movie when he was talking in college: "My friend, it seems that I have always liked you."
Wu Zhilun laughed and was about to speak when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
Before the two of them could go out, someone walked in, and at the same time a woman pressed the elevator door: "I just said my friend came to live, what about you? Just go for this?" Zhang's face turned pale with anger, and he didn't see Jia He... and Wu Zhilun until he finished speaking.
Jiahe bit her lip and looked at her, and then at the Besida people, it was bloody.
Qiao Qiao's gaze stopped on Wu Zhilun's face for three seconds, and immediately let go of her hand, smiling and saying, "Goodbye."
From rage to polite goodbye, the transition was impeccable.
So, the elevator carried the dark-faced Besida, leaving behind three people who were smiling at each other. Before Jiahe could introduce, Qiao Qiao stretched out her hand very self-consciously: "Hello, I'm Qiao Joe."
Wu Zhilun is also a very gentleman: "Hello, Wu Zhilun."
Jojo smiled and nodded: "I'm sorry, I should call before you come, so I can go downstairs to pick you up."
Wu Zhilun shrugged: "It doesn't matter, I just send Jiahe up and leave immediately."
Jojo was surprised: "Don't you want to sit down?"
If it wasn't for the coldness in the corridor, or if Qiao Qiao was still wearing home clothes, Jiahe really doubted what famous wine feast he was in. They kept chatting, from the long-awaited cooperation to the box office on Valentine's Day. In the end, Wu Zhilun followed the two of them to the door with kindness, and watched Qiaoqiao face the closed door. , completely silent.
She actually wore slippers and pajamas like this and locked herself out the door.
"Or..." Jiahe really wanted to hit her head to death, "Go to my house."
If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have bothered. It was a great migration of the century. It was originally a traffic accident by herself, and she inexplicably took Wu Zhilun as the driver, and caused Qiao Qiao to be locked out of the door.
Wu Zhilun was very calm. He looked at the locked door, Jiahe who was soaked all over, and Qiao Qiao who was wearing slippers. He walked to the other side of the corridor decisively and made a phone call with a smile. Yi Wenze.
"I'm so handsome." Qiao Qiao actually has a beautiful man with a heart.
Jiahe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I thought you didn't feel it."
Jojo looked at her sideways: "I'm very professional, okay? Naturally, I have to pretend to be a person in person."
Jiahe didn't bother to make fun of her, and said quickly, "Will you drive to my house in a while?"
Qiaoqiao pouted at the back: "What about him?"
"Of course he went back."
Jiahe didn't expect that what he took for granted would become absolutely impossible in Wu Zhilun's mouth. She had just reiterated that she wanted Qiao Qiao to drive home by herself, but Wu Zhilun immediately said that with two people like this, the road was definitely not safe. When Jiahe was thinking about countermeasures, Qiaoqiao added fuel to the fire and said that the security of Jiahe's place was not good. Her parents were in Hangzhou tonight, and they didn't have any keys.
After going back and forth like this, singing and playing together, the final decision turned out to be to go to Yi Wenze's house collectively.
Along the way, the two people in the front seat chatted happily. When passing by Yangpu Bridge, Qiao Qiao pointed to the World Expo Park not far away, and explained the municipal future planning seriously. Wu Zhilun also listened with great interest. Her Cantonese has always been good. At this time, it is the place where she can use it. Jiahe listened to it and heard it. It was not until she heard Tianchu's song that hit the charts.
"Have you heard this song?" Wu Zhilun looked at Jiahe in the rearview mirror.
Jiahe shook his head: "New song?"
"Actually not, it was written two years ago."
Jiahe snorted.
"Aze composes the music, and I fill in the lyrics."
Jiahe saw that he was still looking at himself, so he could only nod his head. Surprisingly, he didn't continue talking.
Rows of steel cables on the bridge lie between the lights. There is no light, but it is clearly visible.
Jojo was distracted 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.
Several people followed Wu Zhilun to get out of the car and enter the house. He was not polite. As soon as he opened the door, he immediately greeted the assistant to set up the mahjong table. On the other hand, when the little boy saw Jia He with wet hair and Qiao Qiao in slippers, he obviously couldn't recover. No one would have guessed that there are still women in this world who can appear in such a place with such an attitude... Standing under the wall lamp in the entrance, Jiahe stood embarrassed until Aqing pulled herself and asked in a low voice if she wanted to take a shower. Clothes are the only way to escape.
She used the bathroom downstairs, with warm water and steam.
Only halfway through the shuffle, she vaguely heard the sound of shuffling cards outside. She was afraid that she would go too far, and she was able to stay at the idol's house. Right now, it seems that she is the most restrained one. Soon, she quickly finished washing, put on Ah Qing's sportswear, and was thinking about how to dry her hair when someone knocked on the door.
Ah Qing probed and handed in a hairdryer.
Jiahe looked at her in surprise and said thank you.
Ah Qing smiled: "Thank you very much. I have short hair and never use a hairdryer. I bought it just now."
Jiahe was even more embarrassed, and immediately said two more thanks.
A Qing waved his hand hurriedly: "Just kidding, don't thank me, Teacher Yi asked me to buy it—" Before he could finish speaking, Wu Zhilun coughed twice, motioning her to go back and continue.
Jiahe took the hair dryer, closed the door and plugged in the power supply, and the entire bathroom was immediately filled with buzzing sounds.
There was a whole wall mirror in the bathroom, and it was covered with a thick layer of mist. While blowing her hair, she reached out to dry a small piece, which reflected her flushed face, and it felt unreal.
A simple hot bath, a lively mahjong battlefield, like an ordinary gathering of friends, but the location is too staggering.
She patted her face, squeezed out a more natural smile, and then packed up and left the bathroom.
The living room downstairs has become a chess and card room.
Wu Zhilun intentionally made a point: "Aze is upstairs."
Qiao Qiao pushed the boat along the water: "Student Jiahe, please go up and say thank you for me, and say that I will invite everyone to dinner next time."
Ah Qing immediately added: "Screenwriter, Teacher Yi hasn't slept yet."
Only Wu Zhilun's assistant didn't speak, obviously he was hit by the card, and he didn't even want to be distracted.
In the bright living room and the lively card game, she became the target of being chased away.
Jiahe was bored for a while, and looked at the cards for a while, but no one paid any attention to her. Forget it, since she's here, why should she say hello to the master, she gave herself a booster, got up and went upstairs.
The log floor and the soft slippers made no sound when I walked up, but it seemed even more cramped.
Fortunately, the layout on the second floor was very refreshing, with only one room with the door half-open, and Yi Wenze's voice could be vaguely heard, saving her the embarrassment of searching. She stood at the door. From this position, she could just 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, and when he said a word, he immediately talked to the other side in a low voice.
She hesitated and pushed open the door.
In the spacious study room, several wall lamps are turned on, and the room is bright. Half of the entire wall on the right is a bookshelf, and the other half is a CD rack. He was sitting on the edge of the terrace, slumped on the black sofa, lightly rubbed his eyebrows, and looked up at Jiahe.
At this time, the music just jumped to forever, the deep voice of the lead singer of Stratovarius, filling every corner of the study.
"Tianchu," Yi Wenze suddenly said to the other side of the phone, "My new song is not very suitable for you. Of course, this is just my opinion. If you must, you can discuss it with Sister Mai, and you don't need to call me specially." After he finished speaking, he listened quietly for a while, still rubbing his eyebrows, and his expression became a little helpless: "I have already said what I should say, I still have guests here, so I won't say more."
Jiahe sat embarrassedly on the other single sofa, listening to the song attentively to distract himself.
It wasn't until Yi Wenze hung up that she asked with a smile, "Do you like stratovarius?"
After thinking for a long time, I found this topic to divert attention.
"I started listening to their songs very early, and it gradually became a habit," Yi Wenze put his phone on the coffee table, picked up the flower teapot, and poured a cup of tea for Jiahe, "Finland is a place with a gloomy climate, but it is also This kind of atmosphere creates this pure metal music.”
Jiahe asked, "Have you been to Finland?"
Yi Wenze nodded.
Jiahe is ashamed: "The suicide rate there is very high."
He was silent for a while: "Yes, usually the peak period is in the spring, because winter is too difficult, and many people have deep depression after a long wait."
It seems... something is off topic.
Jiahe remembered the phone call he hung up just now, as well as his current remarks. Under such a gloomy and desperate background, he suddenly felt a bad feeling.
She held the teacup and was silent for a long time: "Actually, being betrayed is nothing, I have experienced it." Of course, it can't be compared with divorce, but the circle is so open, it is estimated that the nature is similar.
Yi Wenze raised his eyebrows lightly: "Editor Gu?"
Jiahe looked down at the teacup: "En."
I really sacrificed myself to persuade idols, but my original intention was to say some comforting words, but the words were all rotten words, and when they smoothed everything out, they had no practical effect.
Just when she couldn't continue, Yi Wenze suddenly called out Jiahe.
She looked up, looking at him suspiciously.
Those eyes were full of small smiles, and they looked at her gently: "Are you trying to comfort me?"
Listening to his breathing, Jiahe was a little at a loss, his eyes swept across the flower teapot, he immediately reached out to pick it up, and went to the water dispenser to add water: "No, I just thought of it suddenly."
Yi Wenze smiled and said nothing.
She put the flower tea pot back on the candlestick, added some water to his cup, and when she turned around and handed it to him, she realized that the two were very close, too close... a bit too much.