The man came closer and said, "Can you sign me?"
Sheng Canyang looked at his face. He had a mixed-race face. He looked twenty-four or five years old, with deep brows and eyes, extremely white skin, tall and thin. He was wearing a baseball cotton jacket with a turtleneck sweater inside. Dress casually.
Sheng Canyang paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Yes."
The man fumbled around for his pocket, and said helplessly, "I didn't bring a pen."
"Why don't you let me go first?" the man said.
Sheng Canyang slowly let go of his hand, and said, "Wait for me."
Fang Jingchu opened the car door, and said inexplicably, "You can't park here, what are you doing?"
Sheng Canyang opened the car door to find the stave book, pressed out the tip of the pen, then walked over and said, "What's your name?"
The man said, "My name is—"
He glanced at Sheng Canyang, smiled and said, "Ansel."
Sheng Canyang wrote his name on the stave, and then said casually, "Mixed blood?"
"Chinese-German mixed blood," Ansel said with a smile, "you just write to wish me success in the postgraduate entrance examination."
Sheng Canyang wrote according to his request, then tore off a piece of paper, and before handing it to him, said: "You have a good image, are you interested in becoming an artist?"
Ansel said: "But I'm very busy studying..."
"It's okay," Sheng Canyang said, "Can you come back after the exam, is it convenient to leave a contact information?"
Ansel readily agreed, and reported a series of numbers. Sheng Canyang took out his mobile phone and wrote it down carefully, then dialed the number on the spot, and did not hang up until Ansel showed his vibrating mobile phone.
Fang Jingchu finally parked the car in the parking space of the square, ran out, and said, "What's going on?"
Ansel said, "Wow, you're the one..."
Ansel pointed at him, but couldn't call out his name. Fang Jingchu shook hands with him, and then introduced herself. Ansel said, "I've heard your song."
Fang Jingchu said: "This is..."
Sheng Canyang dismissed casually: "It's nothing."
Then he said to Ansel: "Is it convenient to come to the company tomorrow? You need to do a simple interview and medical examination. You will not be wasted. There will be a special car pick-up and drop-off, all expenses will be covered, and board and lodging will be provided after passing. You can review , sign the contract after the exam."
Ansel seemed a little hesitant, but he still agreed, Sheng Canyang said, "Leave me an address?"
Ansel: "..."
He seemed to think about it, and he felt that Sheng Canyang should not blackmail him on the street, so he left an address, Sheng Canyang saved it, looked at the map, and then raised his head to look at his face, Ansel He touched his face strangely, a little embarrassed.
Sheng Canyang said, "See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." Ansel said in a daze.
Fang Jingchu also said in a daze, "See you tomorrow."
Sheng Canyang turned and left, Fang Jingchu nodded at him, and then ran away.
Ansel turned around, immediately put down his smiling face, and turned to make a phone call: "Something happened, where do we meet?"
Sheng Canyang patted him from behind and said, "Which neighborhood is yours?"
Ansel: "..."
Sheng Canyang handed over the phone, there were two neighborhoods with the same name, Ansel looked stiff, and pointed to him, Sheng Canyang nodded, then glanced at him, looked at him, took two steps back, Sheng Canyang said: "Goodbye. "
Ansel: "...bye."
Sheng Canyang waved at him, then turned and got into the car.
Fang Jingchu said, "Who is it?"
"I don't know you very well," Sheng Canyang took out his mobile phone, "It looks familiar."
Fang Jingchu: "Then what are you doing?"
Sheng Canyang glanced at him, thought for a while, but still didn't explain.
Fang Jingchu: "It's strange, isn't it strange, you."
While talking, he saw Sheng Canyang from the rearview mirror, but he was in a daze.
"How is your song writing?" Fang Jingchu asked.
Sheng Canyang: "I have no idea."
Fang Jingchu: "You can write whatever you want, but the most important thing is to arrange the music. Nowadays, people don't have any aesthetics. No matter how good your lyrics are, they can't compare to someone else's two melodies."
"The first song," Sheng Canyang said, "it's not because I wanted to write well that I couldn't write it, but I couldn't write a word at all."
Sheng Canyang didn't intend that the first song was too demanding and had to be written deeply, but he sat at the desk all afternoon and doodled, but he didn't have any ideas at all.
"Then what should I do," Fang Jingchu said, "Should I write it in your name?"
"No," Sheng Canyang said, "Come by yourself."
Fang Jingchu: "It's like this from the beginning, take your time."
Sheng Canyang didn't focus on this, the face of the person he just met kept flashing in his mind - very beautiful. But Sheng Canyang has seen countless beautiful faces, and mixed blood is not uncommon. Only this person's face made Sheng Canyang feel particularly strange, as if he had known him before.
Fang Jingchu shook his hand in front of him, Sheng Canyang glanced at him, raised his red wine glass, and they touched each other.
Fang Jingchu said, "How's it going? Can we go with you for a treat?"
Sheng Canyang said, "What?"
"I said," Fang Jingchu said patiently, "I'm going camping with my friends next Saturday, are you coming?"
Sheng Canyang said casually, "It depends on the situation."
"You should be fine on Saturday." Fang Jingchu said.
Sheng Canyang: "It's not about work, it depends on whether I want to go or not."
Fang Jingchu: "..."
Fang Jingchu: "How do you want to go?"
"Do you think I'm humble?" Fang Jingchu said, "Don't wake up too early, I must get it back after you promise."
Sheng Canyang said: "I don't know, let's talk about it later."
Sheng Canyang said this because he really didn't want to be teased by him. Fang Jing didn't continue talking when he first got acquainted, but chatted with him about work. Both of them are singers, but their types are different. Sheng Canyang likes to make music very much. Fang Jingchu only got to know him when he talked about music at the beginning, and they basically can't talk about other things.
Sheng Canyang is a very aloof man in his heart, he looks easy to get along with, and has a good relationship with everyone, but in fact he doesn't get along, and it's as difficult as ever to get closer. Fang Jingchu had inquired about Sheng Canyang's affairs with others for a long time, and concluded that he had no friends or family members around him. There should still be someone in his family, but they have lost contact for a long time. Sheng Canyang doesn't make friends either. He only has assistants and managers around him. He usually only has two things: work and study. He lives like an ascetic.
Fang Jingchu knew at the time that Sheng Canyang should be a person who lived indifferently, not too involved in his feelings, and he was ready to fight with a long breath, but after contacting him, he suspected that Sheng Canyang didn't seem to be willing to get along with others , more like there should be someone in my heart.
He tentatively asked several times, and Sheng Canyang said that he had never been in a relationship before, and it didn't look like he was lying.
In fact, it doesn't matter if they have talked about it. People like Sheng Canyang should have been surrounded by him since he was in school. Whatever you can catch up with.
Sometimes Fang Jingchu feels that she is bound to win, sometimes Sheng Canyang looks at her with trembling eyes, and sometimes her heart beats.
Logically speaking, his looks, family background, and reputation are all good. If Sheng Canyang really liked him, it shouldn't have been so long before he agreed.
It shouldn't be because of the collision number, right
Fang Jingchu took a sip of wine, thinking calmly. That Sunwoo in South Korea looks zero at first glance. Sheng Canyang doesn't seem to be able to do zero, but this is also possible, so he should try again and find a chance.
Just as Fang Jingchu was thinking, Sheng Canyang's phone rang, and he said a few words over there, and Sheng Canyang said, "I haven't seen it before."
"I met you last year." Sheng Canyang thought for a while and said, "The time we went abroad last year."
I don't know what they are talking about over there. Sheng Canyang's expression is very calm, but it seems that the other party is about to say something important. connect."
Finally, Sheng Canyang said: "Let me ask, you are busy."
Fang Jing saw him hang up the phone for the first time, and immediately said, "What's wrong?"
Sheng Canyang said, "Look at the trending searches."
Fang Jing opened Weibo at the beginning and looked at it, and was instantly stunned.
The photos of Sheng Canyang and Shanyu standing at the entrance of the hotel were taken several times in a row. Some of them were in intimate poses. Sunyu pinched Sheng Canyang's arm. ambiguous.
Fang Jingchu said: "They said there are other photos?"
"There should be," Sheng Canyang said casually while sending a message, "I also went to eat barbecue."
Fang Jingchu: "Last year's photo?"
Sheng Canyang nodded.
Fang Jingchu: "What should I do?"
"I don't know," Sheng Canyang said, "You continue to eat."
Fang Jingchu: "..."
"What a fart," Fang Jingchu wiped her mouth and said, "Let's go."
Sheng Canyang raised his head and said, "Where are you going?"
Fang Jingchu: "Publicist, are you sitting here waiting to be photographed?"
At this time, Sheng Canyang's cell phone rang, and Shanyu's message came back, and he said, "It's really not me."
Shanyu: "Do you need me to express my position?"
"No need," Sheng Canyang thought for a while and replied, "I'll do it myself."
Fang Jingchu sat back again, calmed down a lot, and said: "I was impulsive, this matter is not difficult to solve, don't you still have contact with that person? Just make a clarification, and your fans will speak for you."
Sheng Canyang put the phone in his hand and turned it around twice, then suddenly said, "Lend me the car."
Fang Jingchu took out the car key out of nowhere and handed it to him. Sheng Canyang said, "I will pay you back next time."
Fang Jingchu: "It's fine if you don't pay it back, where are you going?"
Sheng Canyang had already put on his coat and ran away.
"You are looking at the moon, how many dreams are flying freely—?"
A mobile phone on the desk rang, picked it up with both hands, saw the number on it, and didn't answer it for a while.
A little girl said, "What on earth would I do to change your phone's ringtone?"
Ansel smiled, walked out of the office, and went to the corridor to answer the phone: "Who is it?"
Sheng Canyang's voice came from inside, and he asked directly: "Where is it?"
Ansel glanced at the phone number again, and then asked tentatively, "Sheng Canyang?"
"Yes," Sheng Canyang said, "where are you?"
Ansel looked around, then asked, "Where are you?"
Sheng Canyang: "Your house is downstairs."
Ansel: "..."
Ansel: "Didn't you mean to go tomorrow?"
"It's all right suddenly," Sheng Canyang stood beside the car, looking at the balcony upstairs, he could vaguely see a few men's shirts drying, he said, "Are you not at home? I'll go find you."
Ansel felt a little helpless, leaned against the wall, stroked his hair, and said, "Are you busy now?"
"Are you talking about the news?" Sheng Canyang said casually, "How do you know, aren't you reviewing?"
Ansel was interrupted, and then decided not to talk nonsense, he said: "I'm in the nearby library, come here."
Sheng Canyang opened the phone map and searched for the nearest library, then said, "Five minutes."
Ansel: "... ok."
After hanging up the phone, Ansel hurriedly pressed the elevator, made a phone call while pressing it, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Sheng Canyang waited downstairs, wearing a hat and sunglasses, Ansel ran down, panting, leaned on the car window, and said, "What... what's wrong, what's the matter?"
Sheng Canyang said, "Get in the car."
Ansel took one look at him, then went around to the passenger and put on his seatbelt. Sheng Canyang said, "What do you want to eat?"
Ansel: "Thank you, no need, I just finished eating."
Sheng Canyang glanced at his watch: "Let's have some coffee then."
Ansel: "What's the matter?"
"We have to have something to meet?" Sheng Canyang asked naturally.
Ansel: "..."
"I still have to study," said Ansel, "for the exam."
Sheng Canyang: "Then shall I go to the library to accompany you?"
Ansel: "...turn right, there is a coffee shop in front of you."
Although Sheng Canyang called people out so domineeringly, he didn't speak, just drove quietly, Ansel said: "What's the matter with your hot search?"
Sheng Canyang said indifferently: "Gossip, haven't you seen it?"
Ansel: "...
..."
Ansel: "Don't deal with it?"
"Do you think it needs to be dealt with?" Sheng Canyang asked casually, "Last year's photo was released, and it would have exploded long ago if it were to be released. If it is not released until now, it may be because I have offended people these two days."
Ansel: "Who did you offend?"
Sheng Canyang looked at him in the rearview mirror, and then said, "What happened, what did you say?"
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