After the verbal confidentiality agreement was signed, the two did not speak again.
Gu Fei didn’t admit or deny Jiang Cheng’s question. After Jiang Cheng came to a “conclusion”, he still didn’t admit or deny it.
His attitude was a little vague, but Jiang Cheng felt that it was enough. He was just trying to test this question out of his guts, like an attack to protect his own secrets.
There are so many people in this world who want to hide themselves, and there are so many things to hide.
Gu Fei opened the window, lit a cigarette, and prepared to continue editing the picture.
After taking two puffs, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand: "Give me one."
"You usually smoke, right?" Gu Fei put the cigarette case in his hand, "Why do you always ask me for it, when I'm not around?"
"It's exhausted," Jiang Cheng lit his cigarette, "I won't smoke if you're not here."
Gu Fei opened the window slit a little wider.
"It's cold." Jiang Cheng shrank back on the sofa.
"Then go to the kitchen and turn on the hood to smoke." Gu Fei clicked the mouse and enlarged Jiang Cheng's face on the screen.
In fact, he usually doesn't bother to deal with the model's face in the pictures of the clothes, or at the end he just takes care of it. In many photos, if he thinks that the face is not well taken, he will just cut it off.
But Jiang Cheng's face is really good, he can let him leave the details of his clothes unretouched, and fix his face first.
The small sofa was next to the table, and Jiang Cheng was sitting there basically face to face with him. He couldn’t see the computer, but he didn’t have to worry that Jiang Cheng would be embarrassed when he saw him take a photo of his clothes and first refine the model’s face.
"Gu Fei." Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and flicked the ashtray into the small ashtray on the table.
"Well," Gu Fei pushed the ashtray to his hand, "Is it even with a surname again?"
"Before asking for help, I always had to be condescending," Jiang Cheng smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, "I'll ask you a question."
"Ask." Gu Fei stared at the computer screen. In fact, Jiang Cheng's face didn't have much to fix. His face was beautiful and his skin was in good condition.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the bookcase: "The score I saw last time was written by you, right?"
"Huh?" Gu Fei was stunned for a while, and also looked at the bookcase.
"There are a lot of composition books and various music theories. If you say that you didn't write it," Jiang Cheng said, "it would be too insincere."
Gu Fei laughed, and after a while he leaned back in his chair: "Yes, I wrote it."
"It's too surprising," Jiang Cheng turned the glass around, "It's very nice, even the illiterate can write and compose music..."
"I'm not illiterate." Gu Fei corrected him.
"Young scumbags can also write scores," Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Is there a finished product?"
"No." Gu Fei replied succinctly.
In fact, there are quite a few finished products, all of which are stored in the computer, but he basically doesn't listen to it, and there is nothing wrong with saying that there is nothing. The only thing he occasionally hears is the song sung by Ding Zhuxin.
To talk about these things, it doesn't matter to anyone else, he likes to listen to them, but in front of Jiang Cheng, he is reluctant to show them.
Just glance at Jiang Cheng and he can hum, he didn't want to show his cowardice.
"A little man," Jiang Cheng estimated that he was quite bored, and said cheerfully with a cigarette in his mouth, "I will keep it a secret."
"Keep it a secret." Gu Fei laughed, and after hesitating for a while, he still clicked on the player, searched for it, and clicked the song to play.
When the guitar sounded, Jiang Cheng leaned back on the sofa. He couldn't play the guitar, but he always thought it sounded good. It was just the things he liked, whether it was a guitar, a whistle or a wooden flute, and my mother felt that it couldn't be on the table.
Next up is the piano that comes in.
Insensitive.
He listened too much and played too much. After the eighth grade of junior high school, he didn't want to touch the piano for a second.
His behavior that the mud can't support the wall should let his mother... let Shen Yiqing very disappointed. Later, when relatives and friends at home came to ask to hear him play the piano, they would all be rejected by Shen Yiqing, full of disappointment.
If you are disappointed, be disappointed, he is not willing to play anyway.
The prelude is very good, I can hear what I want to express, and I am full of confusion.
He couldn't help but glance at Gu Fei, Gu Fei didn't feel like a person who would be in such a state.
The female voice hummed in a low voice, and Jiang Cheng immediately heard the sound.
"Ding Zhuxin?" He looked at Gu Fei in surprise.
"En." Gu Fei responded, still editing the picture, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but poked his head over to take a look, and saw half of his face and chest, as well as the torn neckline.
"Fuck." He quickly sat back on the sofa. This kind of feeling of watching someone else edit his own photos was really weird. He was obviously looking at himself in the mirror for more than ten years, but it was awkward as if he had peeped at a stranger.
"This picture is very good." Gu Fei looked at him.
"Oh." Jiang Cheng nodded, and in Ding Zhuxin's hoarse and lazy voice, he lowered his head and took a sip of lemonade.
"I'm down, I'm going to fly
I am confused up, I hear you say the world is empty...
You say one, two, three, shatter the past, die
The wind blows, the way back home is broken, did you see me singing... You say one, two, three, turn around, you listen to the panic that was erased... "
The tune was very confusing, and the words were also quite confusing, but Jiang Cheng raised his head when he heard "Have you seen me singing?" and glanced at Gu Fei.
The word "see" made him suddenly find the feeling of "dumb" that Ding Zhuxin wanted before.
There is a silent depression.
"Who wrote the words?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Guess," Gu Fei stepped on the chair with one leg bent, his chin resting on his knee, and the mouse in his hand rattled, "Guess right, I'll give you candy."
"You," Jiang Cheng said, "the lyrics and music are all yours, right?"
Gu Fei took the coat that was thrown aside, grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket and put it on the table in front of him.
"Are you playing a band with Ding Zhuxin?" Jiang Cheng took a toffee and put it in his mouth, a little surprised.
He didn't understand the lyrics carefully, but he could still capture the subtlety and sensitivity in it. It was really difficult to relate to Gu Fei with such content.
He stared at Gu Fei, what kind of heart is this man's calm exterior
"No, she just played with me before." Gu Fei said.
"It's very interesting," Jiang Cheng said, "but you really don't look like you can play these things. I wouldn't be surprised to say that you can play the guitar. Generally speaking, bad teenagers can pull a few times in order to pretend to be forceful. …”
"I can't play the guitar." Gu Fei said.
"Yo, a bad boy who can't play the guitar," Jiang Cheng said, "then he must be considered lame on the way to pick up girls."
Gu Fei looked at him and said nothing.
"...Oh." Jiang Cheng raised his glass at him.
"Are you in a bad mood?" Gu Fei asked.
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng took a sip.
"There are so many words." Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng was silent for a while, then put the cup on the table: "Do you know the woman who just fought with Li Baoguo?"
"I know." Gu Fei replied.
"Is it Li Baoguo's ex-wife?" Jiang Cheng asked, "The one who was beaten away by him."
"I was beaten away by him, but it's not my ex-wife," Gu Fei lit another cigarette, "It's the incumbent, they haven't divorced."
"...Ah," Jiang Cheng was stunned for a while, then leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, "Fuck, this is all a fucking mess."
"She hasn't come back for a long time, and I haven't seen her once in a few years." Gu Fei said.
This is probably Gu Fei comforting him, this woman usually does not appear, not once in a few years.
But Jiang Cheng felt that nothing could save his mood now, no matter if she appeared once in a few years, even if she would never appear again in a lifetime, she was also his own mother.
As incredible as Li Baoguo, but genuine.
He especially wanted to call Shen Yiqing and ask her why she wanted to adopt a child from such a family in the first place.
"Brother Cheng," Gu Fei called out to him, "Come here and I'll tell you."
"What?" Jiang Cheng stood up and walked to his side.
"If you take pictures tomorrow," Gu Fei pointed at the screen, "Pay attention to your arms, you can take a little..."
"Damn it," Jiang Cheng finally saw what he looked like in the clothes that were blowing from all directions, and he couldn't hold it anymore, he pointed to the photo, "How dare you take this photo editing speed? work?"
Gu Fei smiled: "No, I retouch pictures very quickly, it's all assembly work..."
"Is this still running water? It has been flowing for so long, is this still this one? Where did the water flow?" Jiang Cheng simply couldn't understand, "This is a dammed lake, right?"
"The others have been repaired a lot, so I'm just going to show you this one again." Gu Fei said.
"Why do you have to take this one? I don't have an arm in the other photos?" Jiang Cheng sighed.
Gu Fei laughed for a long time, and finally sighed: "This one is really good, I guess Boss Ding will use this as the main theme, and maybe he will give you one."
"Go away." Jiang Cheng said.
"Do you remember what I just told you?" Gu Fei asked.
"Remember," Jiang Cheng took a chair and sat behind him, "Take your arms a little."
"Then I will continue." Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng watched as he clicked the various options next to the photo with the mouse, and the photo changed from light to dark, big or small. After the change, he couldn't see any difference from the previous one without comparison. He only knew that Gu Fei is indeed in the "flow operation".
Looking at photos of himself in various poses and expressions tossing and turning back and forth in Gu Fei's hands, he felt a little unable to look directly, always worried that such a clear photo would have any eye feces, nose hairs, etc.
He got up and sat back on the sofa, taking out the book from his bag.
"Aren't you looking at it?" Gu Fei asked, without stopping.
"Don't look at it," Jiang Cheng said, "Do you still have a table in your house?"
"Write homework?" Gu Fei turned his head to look at him.
"En," Jiang Cheng nodded, "I have an exam in a few days, so I have to read a book."
Gu Fei still looked at him, his hands stopped, and he asked after a long time, "Do you still want to review?"
"Nonsense," Jiang Cheng also stared at him inexplicably, "Aren't you going to study after the exam?"
"Oh." Gu Fei threw the mouse and stood up, moved the monitor and keyboard on the table to one side, unplugged the speaker and put it on the case under the table, and cleared half of the table for him.
"Don't you usually have a desk for homework?" Jiang Cheng put the book and notebook on the table.
"I copied it in the store when I had time, and I didn't write when I had no time." Gu Fei replied.
"...Oh." Jiang Cheng remembered that Gu Fei was a scumbag.
Homework is not something that Jiang Cheng particularly hates, he can write it anyway, but every time he writes it very seriously.
When he was in elementary school, he didn't like to do homework very much, but the discipline at home was very strict, and the consequences of not doing homework were very serious. He gradually developed the habit of writing quickly and earnestly, and then he could play wildly after finishing it.
On the contrary, the two twin brothers never bothered anyone.
So genetics are not the same, genes are genes.
If he was not adopted and grew up beside Li Baoguo, he would be Li Baoguo and Li Hui.
He sighed softly, took back his thoughts and resumed his homework.
He could see Gu Fei's hand holding the mouse in the gap between the writing, which was really pretty.
Gu Fei can't play the guitar, but he should be able to play the piano, although he doesn't know what his level is.
Jiang Cheng likes to see the way his fingers jump between the keys. This was also the only joy he had in practicing the piano before. The only motivation for playing a song well was the hope that the jumping of his fingers would be more beautiful.
When the homework was almost finished, Gu Fei took his hand away from the mouse, probably finishing the photo processing.
"Have you finished writing?" Gu Fei asked.
"Almost," Jiang Cheng asked while writing, "Do you want to copy it?"
"Are you copying for me?" Gu Fei asked again.
"Is it okay to have a face once in a while?" Jiang Cheng glanced at him.
"Then don't copy," Gu Fei stretched, "I'm sleepy, you write first, I'll take a shower."
"Oh." Jiang Cheng responded.
Even though homework is a very disappointing thing, he still had some not-so-shameful imaginations after Gu Fei walked out of the room.
It's not just for Gu Fei, it's just because of Gu Fei's words "Take a shower"... After all, he is someone who has watched a lot of movies. In the atmosphere after exchanging secrets with Gu Fei, these three words are the same. The lethality is still great.
And what made him unbearable was that he managed to calm down with his homework, and when Gu Fei came into the room wearing pajamas after taking a shower, he suddenly stood up again.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
"Do you want to wash?" Gu Fei opened the drawer of the closet and took out a cardboard box, "I have old pajamas, have I worn underwear..."
"Okay." Jiang Cheng quickly got up, grabbed the cardboard box, turned around and left.
"There are three in it." Gu Fei said behind him.
Jiang Cheng opened the box again at the speed of light and took out one, then threw the box back to him, and then walked out of the room.
If it wasn't at Gu Fei's house, and his mother and sister were in the house, he really wanted to solve it in the bathroom. After arriving here, he hadn't done much of this activity. Li Baoguo, who would push the door in at any time, would occasionally There will be toilets where cockroaches spiders go through…
After taking a shower with a lot of thoughts, he realized that Gu Fei didn't bring him a towel. After hesitating for a while, he picked up his half-wet clothes and wiped them indiscriminately.
After putting on his underwear he was painfully aware again that he had gone too quickly without his pajamas.
"I'll fuck." He picked up the changed clothes, which were already wet, but got even wetter after wiping.
After struggling for a long time, he made up his mind, gritted his teeth and opened the bathroom door, didn't he just wear underwear and go back to the house after taking a shower? What is there to be guilty of
Even if he is, so is Gu Fei, so what, it doesn't mean that both of them have to have a date.
But before he could walk out confidently, he saw a set of folded pajamas on the chair by the bathroom door.
Sometimes someone like Gu Fei who is used to taking care of people is like an angel... He grabbed the clothes and quickly put them on, he was relieved.
When he pushed open the door of Gu Fei's room, the computer on the table had already been turned off, and Gu Fei was sitting cross-legged on the bed playing with his mobile phone.
"I..." Jiang Cheng walked over to the sofa with some embarrassment.
"Sleep in," Gu Fei said without raising his head, "Don't sleep on the sofa."
"Why?" Jiang Cheng felt quite strange.
"Sometimes Gu Miao sleepwalks in and sleeps on the sofa," Gu Fei said, "If you occupy her place, she will be frightened."
"She's still sleepwalking?" Jiang Cheng was stunned.
"Not many times, but you're here today, she's very excited, and I'm a little worried." Gu Fei put down his phone and looked at him.
"Okay," Jiang Cheng originally wanted to say that I would sleep in the living room, but he felt it was too deliberate, so he nodded, "You sleep inside."
"Huh?" Gu Fei didn't understand.
"Your bed," Jiang Cheng pointed at his bed. The bed in Gu Fei's bedroom was fitted with a shelf, and the head and foot of the bed were sealed. It was like the old Chinese-style bed, although it was stylish and beautiful. , but still with a strong sense of privacy, "I'll sleep outside."
"Okay," Gu Fei moved inside and replaced the pillows and quilts inside for him.
"Why did you buy a bed like this?" Jiang Cheng sat beside the bed, "Do you feel safe?"
"Prevent Gu Miao," Gu Fei pointed at the foot of the bed, "She sometimes comes in without knocking on the door, and she can see the bed as soon as she enters the door. I want to do something on the bed before I can clean it up, so I have to lock the door, She'll be angry if she can't open it."
"...Ah." Jiang Cheng couldn't help but look back at him.
Gu Fei looked at him seriously.
"Fuck." Jiang Cheng laughed. Although this topic was a bit of a nuisance, when he thought about it, he thought it was indeed very funny.
"Having such a younger sister is so tiring," Gu Fei also laughed for a while, "I probably did something wrong to her in my last life."
"No," Jiang Cheng leaned against the head of the bed and pulled the quilt to cover it, "Actually, it's because you are a good brother."
"Really?" Gu Fei lowered his head and continued to play on the phone.
"Well, although you always play mentally handicapped games..." Jiang Cheng glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, and found that Gu Fei didn't play mentally handicapped love elimination today. He was probably out of his mind, "I originally have two younger brothers."
"Two?" Gu Fei turned his head in surprise.
"Well, twins, two years younger than me," Jiang Cheng put the pillow behind his back, "I'm annoyed when I see them, and they're also annoyed when they see me. I haven't said a word to them for a long time before I came here..."
"The personalities are different." Gu Fei said.
"Well, the whole family has a different personality than me." Jiang Cheng said.
Both fell silent and stopped talking.
But at this moment, the silence in the room didn't make Jiang Cheng feel embarrassed anymore. He was stunned for a while, then took out his phone and started chatting with Pan Zhi.
- Grandpa, do you remember Huang Hui from class 117
- You finally can't help but start
- No, I just wanted to say that she and Liang Zhiyong are fucked together, I want to cry but have no tears now
- just start, you still have a chance, go get involved
-I think so too, I'm considering which of the two is more likely to be successful
Jiang Cheng was amused by his phone for a long time, then Gu Fei turned his head and glanced at him.
"My buddy," Jiang Cheng said while laughing, "I broke up early."
"Did you go to the gym with you during the winter vacation?" Gu Fei asked.
"En," Jiang Cheng nodded, thinking about it and then smiling, "It's that grandson."
After the music was over, there was silence again, and the two continued to play with their mobile phones. Although Jiang Cheng initially felt that leaning against the head of the bed would make him too embarrassed to move, he did not expect that this time would be the most awkward moment he had ever seen in such a long time. A comfortable "before you go to sleep".
After playing for a while, Gu Fei laughed softly.
Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at him, and he handed over his mobile phone: "Have you been reading the post in the past two days?"
"I don't care," Jiang Cheng took over the phone, "Are you discussing the competition?"
"En." Gu Fei nodded with a smile.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the screen, the post bar in No. 4 Middle School was quite lively, with a lot of clicks and replies on the posts, he glanced at the title.
·Da Fei, my male god is so handsome that he is suffocating.
·this! Little handsome guy! Who! Ask for details!
·Who said that the weak chicken from Class 8 came out, I promise to kill him! ! !
· Handsome guy takes off his pants, has more pictures, and is cautious about traffic
·Weak question, is there anyone here to discuss tactics...
He smiled, feeling that looking at the style of the title, the people in No. 4 Middle School became much cuter than usual: "Did you post it back?"
"Of course." Gu Fei said.
"What is the ID?" Jiang Cheng asked as he turned.
"Fancy and handsome." Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng choked for a moment, then coughed for a while before turning around: "Fuck me?"
"Secret," Gu Fei said, "no one knows this is me."
"It has to be kept secret, the little bunny can still push the pot to Gu Miao," Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue twice, "If this ID is discovered, your arrogant personality will collapse in an instant."
Gu Fei smiled and said nothing.
·It's not that I look at Renji with rotten eyes, but who and who are really a little bit... I understand
Jiang Cheng’s fingers trembled when he flipped to this title, and the small picture below the title could tell at a glance that it was him and Gu Fei.
… Tieba is horrible.