Wu Youpeng said that he wanted to "escort" An Ruifeng to the stage, but in fact the main purpose was to monitor.
In the dead of night, the audience had already left, and the campus was empty, except for a car with a double flash parked in the woods outside the gymnasium. In the car, Xu Zhiqiang held a cigarette in his hand, and the flame of the cigarette butt disappeared in the darkness.
Wu Youpeng had sharp eyes and saw him from a distance. He walked two steps to the front of the car and knocked on the window.
"Old Xu, why did you smoke?"
It stands to reason that those in the brokerage industry are not taboos on tobacco and alcohol, but Xu Zhiqiang is a minority. You can drink alcohol, but cigarettes are rarely used. Everyone in his habit circle has heard of it. Wu Youpeng asked a few more questions out of curiosity when he saw him smoking.
Xu Zhiqiang didn't answer directly, looked at An Ruifeng with dark eyes, and then turned his eyes back to Wu Youpeng: "There will be times when you will smoke."
His attitude could not be said to be good, and Wu Youpeng didn't dare to think deeply about his words - he was afraid that if he thought too much, he would not be able to sleep well tonight.
The two said a few words in a non-salty and indifferent manner, but the in-law's family and the maiden's family were naturally in different situations. After five or six sentences, the atmosphere became colder and colder. After talking for a while, Wu Youpeng saw that An Ruifeng was already in the car, so he stopped talking nonsense and went back first on the pretext that he had something to do.
A black car passed through the campus, and in the rearview mirror, the red banner of "Lingxi S City Music Friends Meeting" hanging at the entrance of the gymnasium was getting farther and farther away.
An Ruifeng leaned on the back seat with a relaxed expression, thinking of Ling Xi's silly and cute performance when he was kissed just now, and the weak "I work hard", he couldn't restrain the growing laughter at the corners of his mouth. meaning.
Xu Zhiqiang felt his blood surging just by looking at his smug look. He could almost guess that An Ruifeng was in the background just now, and something must have happened with Ling Xi that a pure girl can't watch. "I really want your fans to see, how can you still look like the lover of your dreams, the gentle prince, you are obviously a fox who just stole the fishy!"
"You're wrong," An Ruifeng straightened his cuffs slowly, "I didn't steal the fishy fox, I stole the fishy vixen."
The steering wheel in Xu Zhiqiang's hand shook, almost hitting a tree.
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That night, after Wu Youpeng sent Ling Xi back to the hotel, the first thing he did was to confiscated Ling Xi's mobile phone. Singer club.
In fact, both of them knew that the class teacher, Mr. Wu, confiscated the mobile phone to prevent Ling Xi from falling in love...
Ling Xi complained, "My parents never confiscated my mobile phone when I took the college entrance examination!"
"Bullshit, you competed everywhere in your third year of high school, and you didn't take the college entrance examination at all! University was entrusted to you by the company!"
"Oh..." Ling Xi scratched his head: "It's been too long, I forgot."
No matter how Ling Xi resisted, Wu Youpeng relied on violent suppression and confiscated all of Ling Xi's devices that could connect to the Internet. Ling Xi innocently asked him what he would do if he couldn't sleep and wanted to pass the time. Wu Youpeng threw him a pen and a staff book, and said fiercely, "Write a song if you can't sleep!"
At noon the next day, Ling Xi slept until the third day without getting up. Wu Youpeng had the magnetic card of his room in his hand, and swiped his door directly. Walking through the narrow aisle, I saw that the bed was messy, and Ling Xi was sleeping on it.
There were several sheets of notation paper scattered under the bed, some of which were bunched together, and some had large sections of deletion marks on them. Wu Youpeng searched for it for a long time, and finally found the cleanest one. He has been Ling Xi's manager for so long, and his ability to read and sing music is not small. He held the music and hummed a paragraph in his heart, and found that the tune was fresh, sweet and catchy.
It's just that this one in his hand looked like the second or third page of a score, and he turned around on the ground for a while, and finally found the first one.
The first sheet of music has a string of foreign language written in the blank space, enclosed in a book title, which looks like it should be the title of the song. Wu Youpeng carefully identified Ling Xi's handwriting...
Well, the song is called "stop the car and make love in the maple forest"...
Really easy to understand translation.
When Ling Xi woke up later, Wu Youpeng pretended not to know what the name of the song meant, and asked him side-by-side: "Why did you work so hard last night, saying that you were asked to write a song, and you really stayed up all night to write a song? "
Ling Xi answered inarticulately while brushing her teeth: "I will... Gudu Gudu... I will have to make money to support my family in the future."
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Later, Ling Xi moved to four other cities to hold music clubs. During this period, his mobile phone was kept "kept" by Wu Youpeng. At the beginning, An Ruifeng would call Ling Xi every night after filming and wanted to chat with him, but Wu Youpeng answered every time, and every time the reason was "Ling Xi is already asleep".
An Ruifeng has a clear mind. After making three calls, he stopped calling. Instead, he sent a text message every night. The time was not fixed. Hee's situation.
He was sure that although Wu Youpeng could read it, he would never be able to delete other people's text messages.
As he expected, Wu Youpeng would grit his teeth every night and pinch his knuckles against the message sent by him, and clicked his thumb on the delete button several times, but he didn't press it in the end.
Look at today's-
An Ruifeng: The wound on the hand is not recovering very well, and I can't hold the weapon. Before joining the group, I told the director that I don't need to use a stand-in. How are you today? It's time to prepare for tomorrow's fan meeting in Y city. I checked the weather forecast. It will be very hot tomorrow, and it will rain at night. Don't get heatstroke and don't catch a cold. After the movie is finished in a week, I booked a flight back to City B on the 10th. I didn't ask Brother Xu to inform the fans of this trip, but I very much hope to see you at the airport.
This gesture is quite like a little boy writing a love letter to a little girl, but the recipient column reads "xx's father to xx".
Emotional and naked.
Wu Youpeng couldn't pick out a single mistake, he could only watch the hormones overflow the screen. An Ruifeng's text messages are really high-level. They are pitiful in the front, caring in the middle, and sublime at the end. They are full of emotions but not greasy, and they are just right.
No wonder Ling Xi couldn't jump out of his Poké Ball at all.
Of course, Ling Xi was filled with an aura of "looking for someone completely based on intuition and being vaguely infatuated with you". In terms of feelings, it is impossible to say who they are eating.
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Ten days later, An Ruifeng finished filming and hurriedly flew back to City B. In order to avoid the fans picking up the plane, he did not take off from S City, but took a lot of trouble to take a plane from the neighboring city of S City, and flew to B City at ten o'clock in the morning.
It's a pity that he took the risk of being recognized and walked around the airport for several times, but he didn't see Ling Xi.
It is absolutely impossible not to be disappointed, because he specially used the salmon suitcase that Ling Xi gave him today, and originally wanted to make Ling Xi happy. Because of Wu Youpeng's troubles, they have not exchanged any information for a month. In order to get news about Ling Xi, An Ruifeng has to search for keywords on Weibo every night. Only in the photo did I know whether Ling Xi was fat or thin, white or black.
If he had known this month would be so hard, he wouldn't have just kissed him on the cheek the last time we met backstage.
On this plane, only Xu Zhiqiang traveled lightly with him, and his other luggage and entourage would return on the direct flight from S City, which was considered a diversion of firepower for him. It's a pity that he thought so thoroughly, but he still didn't impress Ling Xi's manager.
Seeing that he was in a low mood, Xu Zhiqiang wanted to add fuel to the fire, patted him on the shoulder and handed over a mobile phone: "Here, look at this."
On the phone was Ling Xi's Weibo page. The latest Weibo was two hours ago, when An Ruifeng was still flying in the sky.
@Lingxi007V: "Jian Jue Tianxia", here I come!
The accompanying picture is a photo of Ling Xi carrying a suitcase of caviar sushi and rushing to the airport boarding gate against the flow of people.
- In order not to let them meet, Wu Youpeng tried all his means, and actually let Ling Xi, who didn't have as many roles as a dog, join the group ahead of time.
Sure enough, the road is one foot high, and the mother-in-law is one zhang tall.