After the verbal confidentiality agreement was signed, the two did not speak any more.
Gu Fei did not admit or deny Jiang Cheng's problem. After Jiang Cheng reached the "conclusion," he still did not admit or deny it.
The attitude was a bit vague, but Jiang Cheng felt that it was enough. His question was originally just a bold test, like an offensive to protect his secrets.
There are so many people in this world who want to hide themselves, and so many things that need to be hidden.
Gu Fei opened the window, lit a cigarette, and prepared to continue editing the picture.
After taking a couple of mouthfuls, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand: "Give me one."
"You usually smoke, don't you?" Gu Fei put the cigarette case in his hand, "Why do you always ask for it when I am not there?"
"Exhausted," Jiang Cheng lit a cigarette, "I won't smoke if you are not here."
Gu Fei opened the window wider.
"It's cold." Jiang Cheng shrank into the sofa.
"Then you go to the kitchen and turn on the hood to smoke." Gu Fei clicked the mouse and magnified 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 clothing, or he just makes it at the end. Many photos are cut off if they think the face is not taken properly.
But Jiang Cheng's face is really good, so he can repair the face first without repairing the details of his clothes.
The small sofa was next to the table. Jiang Cheng sat there basically facing him, without seeing the computer, he didn't have to worry that Jiang Cheng would be embarrassed when he saw him take a picture of the model's face first.
"Gu Fei." Jiang Cheng reached out and flicked the ash into the small ashtray on the table.
"Well," Gu Fei pushed the ashtray to his hand, "has your name and surname again?"
"Before I asked for help, I always have to be close to it," Jiang Yan smiled with a cigarette, "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 be repaired. His face was beautiful and his skin was in good condition.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the bookcase: "You wrote the score I saw last time, right?"
"Huh?" Gu Fei was stunned, and looked at the bookcase.
"There are a lot of composing books and all kinds of music theories. If you want to say that you didn't write them," Jiang Cheng said, "it's too insincere."
Gu Fei laughed, and after a while he leaned back in his chair: "Yes, I wrote it."
"It's so unexpected," Jiang Cheng turned the cup, "It's pretty good, and even the illiterate can write and compose..."
"I'm not illiterate." Gu Fei corrected him.
"Students can also write scores," Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Are there any finished products?"
"No." Gu Fei answered simply.
In fact, there are a lot of finished products, all stored in the computer, but he basically doesn't listen, and there is nothing wrong with saying that there is no. Occasionally, only the one sung by Ding Zhuxin is heard.
If you want to talk about these things, it doesn't matter if you change to anyone, he likes to listen to them, but in front of Jiang Cheng, he is reluctant to show them.
Just glance at Jiang Cheng and hum it, he didn't want to show his timidity.
"My man," Jiang Cheng estimated to be quite boring, and said happily with a cigarette in his mouth, "I will keep it secret."
"Keep your ass secret." Gu Fei smiled. After hesitating for a while, he clicked on the player, looked for it, and clicked on the song to play.
When the sound of the guitar sounded, Jiang Cheng leaned back on the sofa. He didn't know how to play guitar, but he always thought it was pretty good. It was just the things he liked, guitars, whistles and wooden flutes. Mom didn't think he could get on the table.
Next is the piano that comes in.
No feeling.
He listened too much and played too much. After passing the eighth grade of junior high school, he was reluctant to touch the piano for a second.
His muddy failure to support the wall should make his mother...Shen Yiqing was very disappointed. Later, when relatives and friends came to the family and asked to hear him play the piano, Shen Yiqing refused and was full of disappointment.
If you are disappointed, let's be disappointed. He doesn't want 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 glanced at Gu Fei. Gu Fei didn't feel like a person in this state.
The female voice hummed very low, and Jiang Cheng heard the voice immediately.
"Ding Zhuxin?" He looked at Gu Fei with some surprise.
"Yeah." Gu Fei replied, still editing the picture, staring at the screen.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but poked his head and took a look, and saw half of his face and chest, as well as the torn neckline.
"Fuck me." He quickly sat back on the sofa. This feeling of watching others fix his own photos was really weird. He was obviously looking at himself in the mirror for more than ten years, but he felt awkward as if he had been peeping at a stranger.
"This shot is very good." Gu Fei looked at him.
"Oh." Jiang Cheng nodded and drank lemonade in Ding Zhuxin's hoarse and lazy voice.
"As soon as I stomped on air, I'm about to fly
I am confused upwards, I hear you say that the world is empty **** downwards...
You say one, two, three, shatter the past and die
The wind blows, the broken way home, have you seen me singing... You say one, two, three turn around, you hear the erased panic..."
The tune was very confused and the words were very confused, but Jiang Cheng raised his head when he heard "Did you see 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.
"You guessed it," Gu Fei bent one leg and stepped on the chair, with his chin resting on his knees, and the mouse clicked in his hand, "I'm right, I'll give you sweets."
"You," Jiang Cheng said, "you are all the lyrics and music, right?"
Gu Fei took the coat thrown beside him, grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket and put it on the table in front of him.
"Are you playing the team 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 delicacy and sensitivity in it. Such content is really hard to connect with Gu Fei.
He stared at Gu Fei, what kind of heart was behind this person's calm appearance
"No, she used to take me to play." Gu Fei said.
"It's very interesting," said Cheng Jiang, "but you don't really look like you can play these. I'm not surprised to say that you can play the guitar. Generally speaking, bad boys can pull a few times just to pretend to be a little bit hard. …"
"I don't know how to play guitar." Gu Fei said.
"Oh, a bad boy who doesn't know how to play guitar," said Jiang Cheng, "I have to be lame on the way to pick up girls." (End of this chapter)