Standing outside the bar, Qin Qingzhuo was still furious. Why did he suddenly become so kind-hearted that he tried to help a small gangster pay off his debts
The funny thing is that this little gangster didn't appreciate it at all... As early as the moment I received the photo and the threat, I should have seen through his true face and let Zhou Song handle the matter. Why did I become so soft-hearted that I ended up like this
Qin Qingzhuo's fingers were burned and he looked down. The half-smoked cigarette that he had just snatched from Jiang Ji's fingers had burned to the end. A long piece of ash fell to the ground and broke into pieces in an instant.
Qin Qingzhuo walked to the trash can, put out the cigarette forcefully, and threw away the butt.
He walked to his car, opened the door and got in.
After getting in the car, Qin Qingzhuo leaned back in the back seat, a little tired: "Go home."
The car sped along and the phone in my hand vibrated. It should be a message from Ji Chi.
Qin Qingzhuo closed his eyes and didn't read the message. He planned to wait until he got home, then call Ji Chi and discuss with Zhou Song how to deal with the matter.
The car stopped in front of the detached villa. Qin Qingzhuo pushed the door and got out. When he closed the door, he called Ji Chi.
"Qing Zhuo," Ji Chi quickly answered the phone, "Is the recording finished?"
"Well," Qin Qingzhuo said, "you don't have a night show tonight?"
"I'm not scheduled for tonight's show. How is the show recording going?"
"Fortunately," Qin Qingzhuo walked up the steps in front of the villa and raised his hand to scan his fingerprints. "Nothing went wrong, but it wasn't particularly smooth."
"Is it because of that musician?" Ji Chi asked, "Did you choose him?"
"No." Qin Qingzhuo pushed open the door and the ceiling light in the living room came on. He was changing his shoes in the entrance hall. "I still can't get over this hurdle of mine."
Ji Chi was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone: "That photo..."
"I talked to him tonight." Qin Qingzhuo walked to the living room and poured himself a glass of water. He was about to tell Ji Chi to let Zhou Song intervene in this matter when the doorbell rang. "I'll go open the door first. I'll tell you about this in detail later."
Ji Chi responded from the other end, Qin Qingzhuo put the phone on the coffee table and walked towards the door.
The electronic screen showed that the driver was standing outside. Qin Qingzhuo pushed open the door and the driver handed him two pieces of paper: "Mr. Qin, you left something on the passenger seat. I was afraid you might need it, so I brought it here."
Qin Qingzhuo took the white paper handed to him by the driver. It was the two pieces of music scores he had picked up in front of Jiang Ji's door before. He had originally planned to return them to Jiang Ji after going to the hospital, but later forgot about it.
"Thank you." After closing the door, Qin Qingzhuo flipped through the two pieces of music.
There are many traces of repeated crossing out, deletion and supplementation on the music score, which shows that this is a work that was taken seriously.
Below the notes are the lyrics, written in long, slightly sloppy handwriting, but the font is nice and not difficult to read.
Originally, he just glanced at the two sheets of music casually, but as he walked towards the coffee table, Qin Qingzhuo's expression became more and more serious. Finally, he walked to the sofa and sat down, his eyes slowly moving down along with the notes and lyrics -
" Standing on this old street at two in the morning
Watching the lights in front of me gradually go out
I set out into the long night