She took it and said, "Thank you." After taking a sip, the tip of her tongue felt sour and sweet, with an indescribable taste, she subconsciously bit the straw, and asked Shi Jin, "Are you here for something?"
"Yeah." With his knees together, he sat in a very formal posture. He would look into her eyes when he spoke, and he spoke neither too fast nor too slowly, "There is a surgical seminar in Yuncheng, and I'm going for five days. I want to trouble you to take care of Hiromi for me."
The tone is sincere and sincere.
Without hesitation, Jiang Jiusheng readily agreed, "Okay."
"Thanks."
She shook her head, said no thanks, and asked, "Is there anything that needs special attention?"
She likes dogs, but she has never raised one. First, she has no time. Second, her mother, Ms. Jiang, is allergic to dog hair. Naturally, she can't be careless about the dog that Shi Jin entrusted to her. After all, Jiang Bomei is not an ordinary dog, she is very handsome. dog.
Shi Jin smiled, his eyes melted with the light of the setting sun outside the window.
He said: "Jiang Bomei is very easy to carry." He put the electronic key in his pocket on the coffee table, "This is a spare key for my house. The dog food is in the second cabinet on the left side of the balcony. You can use it every morning, noon and evening. Can."
"good."
She leaned over to get the key, and the water droplets from the tip of her hair were just on the back of Shi Jin's hand.
Shi Jin withdrew his hand and propped himself on the sofa beside him, his eyes were full of deep black light: "Do you need my help?"
"What?"
He glanced at her hands that were still in plaster: "Wipe your hair."
The speaking speed is very slow, the voice is mellow, and it's damn good.
"good."
After nodding, Jiang Jiusheng lowered her head. Hell, she was so unprincipled. She was silent for three seconds: "The towel is in the bathroom."
Shi Jin smiled and said, "Okay."
He went to the bathroom, as if he knew the way.
It was a little hot, so Jiang Jiusheng got up, lowered the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, just put down the remote control, picked it up again, and lowered it by one degree, then sat back on the sofa and calmed down.
Footsteps stopped behind her.
There was always a faint smell of disinfectant on Shi Jin's body, neither strong nor weak, just when he smelled it, Jiang Jiusheng felt the smell even more pleasant. He stood behind her, across the sofa, leaned over, and wiped her hair with a towel. It's not proficient, but it's very light. Occasionally, the hair next to the ear is brushed across the cheek, and she feels itchy.
A low voice came from behind: "Going out?"
Not intimacy, just familiarity.
Shi Jin always manages the distance very well, letting things take their course and making people feel very comfortable.
Jiang Jiusheng responded and said, "There will be an awards show tonight."
He didn't ask any more questions, and quietly wiped the water on her hair, as if trying not to touch her, moving slowly and carefully, patiently rubbing her hair soft and straight into messy curls.
The doorbell rang at this moment.
Shi Jin naturally put down the towel and went to open the door.
Stylist Silian: "…"
Xiao Qiao: "..."
Did you go through the wrong door
Jiang Jiusheng packed up the empty yogurt box, and also went to the entrance: "Why don't you come in?"
The stylist and assistant entered the door in a daze.
After Shi Jin nodded his greetings to the two, he looked at Jiang Jiusheng: "I'm going back first."
"Um."
He went out of the house and was about to close the door. He paused, his eyes suddenly fell on the dress in Xiao Qiao's hand, and he said calmly: "It will cool down at night, this purple one is more suitable."
Jiang Jiusheng smiled without saying a word.
After Shi Jin left, Xiao Qiao and Silian looked at each other for a long time before they started to get busy. The awards show was less than two hours away, and the time was a bit rushed. Mo Bing specifically explained that he couldn't be late, otherwise the news that Jiang Jiusheng was playing big names would be heard tomorrow. Go crazy.
Fortunately, Jiang Jiusheng's skin is good, and the makeup doesn't need to be complicated and thick, and 20 minutes is more than enough time. Stylist Silian suggested a white backless outfit, which can be seen on the chest.
Jiang Jiusheng has fair skin and a cold temperament, which suits white very well.
Xiao Qiao also recommends a white backless dress. Work has been done on the back of this gift, and the V letter is directly opened to the back of the waist, which can reveal Jiang Jiusheng's particularly delicate and beautiful butterfly bones.
However, Jiang Jiusheng refused: "It's still purple." The reason was, "I'm afraid of the cold."
Xiao Qiao and Silian: "..."
Although purple is also pretty, it is too tightly covered. For this kind of party, which female artist doesn't try her best to attract attention.
There is no wind outside the window, just slightly cool.
Shi Jin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, turned on the ancient yellow floor lamp, and the faint light came from the side, which just melted into his eyes. He took out his mobile phone, and the white light of the screen became more and more white against the slender fingers.
The phone is connected.
The man's voice was reserved: "Sir."
Shi Jin sat on the hanging basket chair, crossing his slender legs: "Shengsheng is going to a party, get a ticket here."
"yes."
After hanging up the phone, Shi Jin got up again, walked to the wooden cabinet inlaid along the wall, swept his fingers one by one, picked out a disc, pressed the hatch of the old CD player lightly with his fingertips, locked the disc, and pressed played.
Light rock music flows through the room.
"Endless Shengsheng" was recorded in 2017 and is Jiang Jiusheng's second album.
Shi Jin raised his hand and spread it out, the end of the straw in his palm still had teeth marks. As if obsessed, even the straw she had bitten would do everything possible to steal it.
Shi Jin shook his head and laughed, and kissed.
The opening of the music festival is about to begin. Before the Washington International Convention and Exhibition, nanny cars come and go, and artists enter the venue one after another. At 7:40, the rock superstar Jiang Jiusheng arrived, wearing a purple dress and a plaster cast. As soon as he appeared, he became the focus of attention.
Less than a minute apart, the popular young student Su Qing walked onto the red carpet.
It is rare for Jiang Su CP to be in the same frame. The reporters outside the red carpet frantically snapped pictures.
Su Qing quickened her pace a little, and walked to Jiang Jiusheng's side. She raised her arms: "Together?"
Jiang Jiusheng took her hand: "Okay."
She was wearing a long dress with purple falling flowers, with a narrow waist and a long skirt. The person next to her was wearing a white suit with a purple fabric flower decoration on her chest.
Just right, very suitable.
Jiang Jiusheng looked at the people around him a few more times. Even though he knew that Su Qing was a girl, and seeing her in a suit, she still didn't feel that she was a bit out of place, chic and handsome, like a handsome young man.
It's no wonder that Su Qing's wife fans are all over the world.
Su Qing suddenly turned his head to meet Jiang Jiusheng's gaze, and grinned angrily: "Fascinated by me?"
Jiang Jiusheng smiled without saying a word.
The flashes flickered even more frantically.
Su Qing raised his head, waved at the audience, and made a gesture of heart, which was very seductive. This time, Su Qing was present as a guest performer, but an artist with singing insufficiency was invited to perform at the music festival as the finale, which shows how topical she is.
The screams of the female fans went straight to the sky, shaking Jiang Jiusheng's fans beside him into a dazed look, do you want to be so exaggerated? Sheng fans dismissed it, and quietly called their master Sheng's husband, and quietly blasted the news of her husband's hand injury on Weibo.
Su Qing lowered his head and leaned into Jiang Jiusheng's ear: "Have you thought about your acceptance speech?"
She smiled lightly: "No."
"Are you going to improvise again?"
Su Qing remembered the first time she met Jiang Jiusheng. At an awards show, she took a three-minute acceptance speech for a rookie singer and spoke for three seconds.
I am Jiang Jiusheng.
In a word, the three words Jiang Jiusheng boiled in the Chinese music scene.