Lin Anzhi is an orphan. He was adopted by Mo Bing's parents when he was fourteen years old. He fell in love with Mo Bing when he was sixteen. They were each other's first love. It has been fourteen years now.
Jiang Jiusheng was a bystander, so it was hard to say anything. After hanging up the phone, she heard the sound of a musical instrument. She raised her skirt and entered the arena. When she pushed open the door, flashing lights came into her eyes, reflecting the delicate appearance of a woman.
"Jiang Jiusheng."
The apricot-pink long dress, with a deep V, is sweet and gentle. The woman is delicate and calls Jiang Jiusheng's name familiarly.
Jiang Jiusheng raised his eyes and glanced lightly: "We probably haven't seen each other before."
The woman smiled, her eyes brightened, and she introduced, "I'm Wen Shihao."
The young daughter of the Wen family in Yuncheng, the niece of the one just now.
Wen Shihao is no stranger to Jiang Jiusheng. Recently, Mo Bing often talks about it, saying that he is a rising star in the songwriting world. He only wrote a song and it became popular all over the country. Jiang Jiusheng has also heard that song, and she sang it with all her heart, and it is still on the music charts. Wen Shihao is among the nominations for the best composition tonight. The song became famous, and it seems that she wants to use this award show The wind from the east has revealed the true face of Lushan Mountain.
What kind of wind is blowing today, and two Wen's daughters are blowing here.
Jiang Jiusheng nodded and said, "Hello."
The girl raised by a big family has good manners and manners. With a light smile, she just revealed eight pure white red shells: "I've been to your concert." She stared at her for a while, but she didn't deliberately, she said , "You look a lot like an old friend of mine, even with the same name."
old friend
Generally speaking, deja vu and rendezvous are the fastest among the social means to shorten the distance.
Jiang Jiusheng just responded indifferently, neither close nor distant: "If there is a chance, we can meet each other."
Wen Shihao stared intently: "She passed away."
At that moment, her eyes were shining brightly, like a pile of fire in a bush of thorns.
Jiang Jiusheng suddenly felt that there should really be such an old friend who was very close to this Miss Wen, or that she had a deep hatred, and she had no intention of inquiring into other people's privacy, so she said sorry and closed the topic.
Wen Shihao just shook her head: "It's okay." She smiled and walked into the party hall first.
When Jiang Jiusheng returned to his seat, Xu Qing was not there for a long time. Su Qing was frowning, with cold sweat on his forehead, and his face was very pale. He didn't want to watch the opening performance. Jiang Jiusheng moved over to a seat and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
The artists around are all focused on the stage, or they are concentrating on posing in a perfect 360-degree pose without dead ends, waiting for the camera to capture them, and not paying attention to other things.
Su Qing lowered his head, and the two seemed to be whispering.
She said, "I'm here."
Jiang Jiusheng frowned, looked up and scanned the camera position and lights on the top, and then pointed to a place behind him: "The light over there is dark, you go to the second floor and wait for me first."
"Um."
Su Qing withdrew calmly holding her stomach, looking around like a thief all the way, the assistant was in the lounge, the new move didn't take long, and she didn't know her background, so she couldn't go there rashly, so she had to sneak into the toilet temporarily, fortunately No one was caught, but, unfortunately, her white trousers were still red.
Su Qing sat on the toilet and fell into deep thought.
Jiang Jiusheng couldn't get into the men's room...
She didn't dare to go out casually with her buttocks red...
It's time for her to dance on stage...
Still bleeding down there...
"Boom!"
The sudden sound of closing the door interrupted Su's contemplation. She unconsciously pricked up her ears and heard the rustling sounds from the next door.
"Brother Liang."
It was a man's voice.
Oh, it's the men's room, no surprise.
After a while, Su Qing heard the sound of a metal belt buckle again, which was not very real, so she simply pressed her ear to the partition.
The man next door is talking on the phone.
"Bring me some pants."
"Well, dirty."
"faster."
The man deliberately suppressed his voice, Su Qing couldn't hear clearly, but that's not the point, the point is - where the two toilets are connected, a section of trouser leg is exposed.
The man is taking off his pants!
Well, this must be the rescuer invited by the monkey.
Holding his breath, Su Qing stared at the bottom of the partition, his eyes glowed, took a deep breath, then slowly squatted down, carefully stretched his hand under the partition, touched a piece of fabric, took a breath, and pulled it hard. pull.
hahahahahahahaha!
The pants are here!
The man next door was startled and exclaimed, "Who!?"
Then there was a bang.
The belt buckle of the trousers got stuck, and Su Qing's smug smile froze immediately, and she pulled it harder, only to find that the other side of the trousers had been grabbed by the neighbor next door.
Apart from anything else, grab it!
This end can be pulled hard, and the other end can be pulled back hard.
"Why are you grabbing my pants!"
A tough life needs no explanation—Su Qing stepped on the partition with one foot, pulled it violently, and used all his might.
The man was angry: "Damn, let go!"
"How the hell are you letting go!"
"Fuck!"
Su Qing went all out and worked hard!
Gudong sound.
Like something fell in the toilet.
Next door, the man was still holding his trousers with one hand, his long, naked legs were trembling, and they were stuck on the partition. The dropped phone instantly became angry, and the moment he opened his mouth, the voice broke: "Are you going to let go?"
"Mother, let go!"
let go? She is not stupid!
Su Qing pulled hard!
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, probably, maybe, maybe the head of the person opposite hit the partition.
She couldn't control that much, before the man's head knocked back to his senses, she quickly pulled the pants over, quickly put them on, opened the toilet door, threw away the bloody white pants, covered them with several layers of toilet paper to destroy the evidence, The movements were done in one go, and finally ran away.
Behind him, the man was furious.
"Hey! Stop!"
"You fucking fuck"
"I**"
"My pants—"
Su Qing thought while running with her long trouser legs, why is this voice so familiar? No matter what, she ran down two corridors in one breath, just in time to bump into Jiang Jiusheng who was waiting at the door of her lounge.
Su Qing felt guilty, ran over and dragged her to change positions.
Jiang Jiusheng was surprised: "What's wrong?"
She was panting: "Run, someone is going to grab my pants!"
Only then did Jiang Jiusheng notice that Su Qing's white suit jacket was covered with black suit pants. She didn't know where Su Qing got the pants. There was filth on the pants. She washed them, dried them with the dryer in the toilet, and then wore them generously into the party hall. Black and white match, logically speaking It doesn't fit well, but it made Su Qing wear a new trend, with one trouser leg rolled up, the trousers hanging loosely on the hip bone, the jacket was taken off and hung on the shoulders, with a button loose at the neckline, looking bohemian, But also suave.
What a fashion darling, the media group went crazy.
Halfway through the awards presentation, Xu Qingjiu's seat was still vacant.
"Where's Xu Qingjiu?" Jiang Jiusheng asked.
Su Qing didn't care at all: "Who knows." After she finished speaking, she concentrated on it, "After the best lyrics, there is the best composition."
Jiang Jiusheng won the award for best lyricist last year. This year, an old-timer in the music industry won the award. The winning song was the theme song of a disaster movie. Jiang Jiusheng has heard that song before. The lyrics are very moving, and the story is strong, especially attractive Resonance, Best Lyrics is indeed well-deserved.
The host on the stage was eloquent and made the atmosphere tense. The winner of the lottery also pretended to be nervous and wiped the unnecessary sweat from his brow, and read aloud: "The winner of the best composer is—"