Qiao Yang had explained to him his relationship with Su Cheng several times, and he understood it in his heart. But still can't help but feel jealous.
He wanted Qiao Yang to just look at him, only have him in his heart, only be good to him, and write songs for him alone.
But if he said these words, it would seem that he was too stingy and unreasonable. Strong possessiveness will also make Qiao Yang feel distant from him.
He could only swallow these emotions. Facing Qiao Yang's question, he replied in a low voice: "You can sing to me when the lyrics are written, okay?"
It's not a recorded voice, it's for Qiao Yang himself to sing in front of him.
Qiao Yang smiled and said, "You've been looking at me for so long, just to ask this? Okay, I'll sing it to you."
"It's just... I haven't studied vocal music, and I don't have any professional training. I don't have the singing skills and expressive power of a professional singer. I, I'll try my best."
Gu Ye still looked at him, his voice was slow and low: "As long as you sing, it is the best."
People with a pair of peach blossom eyes can always reveal a charming color unconsciously. Especially when Gu Ye looked at you intently with his deep eyes like this, and said that as long as you are, as long as it is you.
He can always make people feel his deep affection and deep love, and people can't help but fall into it.
Qiao Yang's heartbeat quickened when he saw him, he hurriedly pretended to bow his head to eat, and gave a soft hum.
However, the earlobes, which were not covered by short hair, were slightly crimson.
Gu Ye wanted to reach out and squeeze it, but he held back.
After dinner, the two first went to the walking path outside the hotel.
In the early summer season and the approaching weekend, there are many guests who come to vacation, and the hotel is full of prosperity.
The guests who came out for a walk after dinner also gathered together in twos and threes, talking and laughing, or having fun. Occasionally, a few children frolicked in the crowd.
The night in the mountains is no longer lonely and quiet.
Gu Ye walked a little faster, Qiao Yang followed him and put his hands in his trouser pockets, or looked at the stars in the sky, or looked at the playful children, or said a word or two to Gu Ye.
A real aimless walk.
Gu Ye saw Qiao Yang's hands in his pockets from the corner of his eyes, and he was looking for an opportunity in his heart.
It's impossible to get people dirty so quickly. There has to be a gradual process. At least we can hold hands tonight.
He deliberately took people to quieter, more remote places.
At this time, their phones rang together.
Gu Ye was a message from Geng Hui, and Qiao Yang was a call from Qiao Jin.
They are all saying the same thing: Li Songran was caught!
Qiao Yang asked in surprise: "That's great. Now I can finally rest assured."
Although Qiao Jin's tone was brisk, he still had concerns: "The fact that he can escape for so long means that someone behind him is helping him. If we take this opportunity to drag out the people behind him, it will be the real end."
"And there is something very suspicious. He was arrested in a teahouse in a small town more than 100 kilometers away from the city of S. At that time, someone in the teahouse was playing cards and was reported as a gathering for gambling."
"When the police went to check the gambling, Li Songran was dragged by the shop owner and said that he hadn't paid the money yet. He was arrested by the police on the spot."
"But later it was found out that Li Songran had paid, and the boss said that it was too messy and he remembered the wrong person."
"It's a blessing to us that he was misunderstood and caught without paying. But don't you think it's a coincidence?"
Qiao Yang pondered: "Yes, it's quite a coincidence."
Qiao Jin speculated: "Either Li Songran offended someone who was deliberately leaking the target, or someone was helping us on purpose. Whatever it is, be cautious. I have left a few people around the restaurant to observe the situation."
Gu Ye received the same information: [Li Songran was arrested in a small teahouse in Jiangzhen, the situation was too coincidental. It should be deliberately designed to expose the target.]
He thought for a while: [Send a few people to check the situation near the Jiangzhen Teahouse, and then check to see if any suspicious vehicles from other places entered the town that day.]
After Li Songran escaped, not only did the Qiao family keep investigating secretly, but Gu Ye also sent a lot of people to look for clues.
He was wondering: Could it be that Su Cheng was helping behind the scenes this time
Just thinking about Qiao Yang's side, he called Su Cheng: "Brother, did you do it?"
Su Cheng sneered and said with disdain: "Yes, that person still wants to give his life to me and ask me to help him bring down the Qiao family. Who does he think he is. He escaped very cautiously, and my people lost him, so I had to let him go. Got there."
Li Songran tried his best to ask Qiao Sheng for help
Is Qiao Sheng still doing some ulterior motives behind his back
Qiao Yang was slightly worried: "How could he..."
He glanced at Gu Ye next to him and didn't ask, but advised him: "You, too, be careful. Don't get caught."
Su Cheng said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, what I'm doing now is serious business. Where are you?"
Qiao Yang: "I'm still in the resort. I'm mainly playing, and I'm also looking for inspiration to write songs."
After all, I was calling my brother, so I couldn't help but want to ask a few more questions: "Where are you?"
"When will the work at hand be finished?"
"Did you expose yourself when you arrested Li Songran?"
"When are you going back to City S?"
He also talked about writing a new song for Qiao Sheng.
While chatting happily, a pair of warm hands grabbed the wrist that was in the pocket of his trousers.
Qiao Yang turned his head and met Gu Ye's slightly dissatisfied eyes.
Then the wrist was gently pulled out, Gu Ye's palm moved down along his wrist, grabbed his palm and five fingers, and held it tightly.
Qiao Yang Wei tried hard to pull it back, but in return Gu Ye clenched it even harder, and Wei Wei was stubborn and looked a little aggrieved.
Joe Yang stopped moving.
Su Cheng was still talking on the other side: "It will take a while. I want to set up a branch of the company in S city, where the main business will be handled."
Qiao Yang: "If it's too troublesome to set up a branch, forget it. Anyway..."
He just wanted to say: I can go to you too.
Feeling the heat and strength in Gu Ye's palm, he changed his mind and said, "A city is not too far away from city s anyway."
Su Cheng: "It's fine, I mainly import and export, and the office location is the same."
"What about you, you just came here, did you have to raise your reputation first? Do more works?"
The older brother is the older brother, who will habitually supervise him and worry about his future and career.
Qiao Yang felt that the salted fish might not go down in the future.
He smiled and explained to him: "I know, I'm also writing two songs right now, one of which is for you, and I haven't finished writing it yet..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hand that held him loosened slightly.
But soon, Gu Ye's fingers passed through his fingers domineeringly and clasped them firmly.
Fingers interlocked tightly without gaps. The temperature of each other's palms and the friction of the lines are truly transmitted to each other.
And it is gradually transmitted to every nerve in the body, and the body and mind can feel the existence of the people around them that cannot be ignored.
Qiao Yang didn't bother to call anymore, so he said good night to Su Cheng and hung up.
He looked at the man beside him, pursing his lips, frowning slightly, with dissatisfaction and grievance in his eyes, but he didn't say a word, just clasped his hand tightly.
Gu Ye is eating Qiao Sheng's vinegar again.
Qiao Yang wanted to laugh in his heart, but he couldn't explain it. Allowing Gu Ye to hold his hand, the two continued to walk on the quiet walking path.
After being quiet for a while, Gu Ye spoke first: "What are you thinking about?"
The voice is Gu Ye's unique low and soft, echoing gently in the quiet.
It is very comfortable like the warm and warm wind blowing.
Qiao Yang replied, "I'm thinking about the lyrics I wrote for you."
Gu Ye shook his hand and said with a smile, "Can you still think of lyrics now?"
Qiao Yang hummed, "It's because of my current mood that I can think of the lyrics."
The feeling of falling in love with someone for the first time, the feeling of holding hands and walking together, and the feeling of being touched by Gu Ye's possessiveness can all trigger his inspiration for writing.
"Think of words that can both express our present state and match every syllable and melody."
Gu Ye stopped and asked him in a low voice, "What is our current state?"
Qiao Yang didn't answer, just looked up at him.
Under the dim light of the street lights, he saw Qiao Yang's bright eyes flickering with tiny lights, like jumping.
For a moment, Gu Ye thought that there were tears in Qiao Yang's eyes, as if he was about to cry.
He was startled and raised his hand to stroke Qiao Yang's eyes.
Qiao Yang blinked, his long eyelashes ran across his fingertips, itchy, soft and soft.
It's just that the slender eyes are red, leaving a little damp.
Gu Ye was very flustered: "You, why..."
cry
There was only one drop, but it was also a tear.
Qiao Yang smiled: "I just felt a little weird all of a sudden. Two people who have nothing to do with each other, are so far apart, but now they stay in each other's hearts."
The few words he said afterward were the lyrics he thought of.
After matching the melody and lyrics in my brain, I sang it silently in my heart, but it produced a strong sense of empathy.
Qiao Yang shook his hand, feeling the temperature and strength of the two fingers interlocking, and said, "It still doesn't feel real."
Gu Ye doesn't know if this is the composer. Songwriters are more sensitive to things and feelings than ordinary people, and they are more dedicated.
Qiao Yang's likes are more straightforward and delicate than his.
Not delicate and pretentious, and not contaminated with material desires, utility and desires, is the purest sincere love.
People like Qiao Yang are people who deserve to be treated with the best feelings.
He let go of Qiao Yang's hand, but put one hand on the back of the man's head and raised his lower jaw with the other.
Qiao Yang was stunned. Following Gu Ye's movements, he raised his head slightly. Qing Jun looked at Gu Ye with a bewildered and confused face. He couldn't imagine what Gu Ye was going to do next.
Panicked.
Gu Ye lowered his head and lowered his eyes, looked at Qiao Yang with the most pious eyes, and gently dropped a kiss with the most gentle gesture.
It landed on the damp place at the end of the man's eyes, but the warm and soft lips did not leave immediately.
The tip of the tongue slipped quietly between the lips, gently rubbed it, and rolled it up slightly.
Rolling the pitiful wet tears into his mouth, the salty taste gradually dissipated, enough for him to savor the aftertaste.
This is the taste of Qiao Yang.
He let go of Qiao Yang, but grabbed Qiao Yang's slightly stiff hands.
Looking at the man who was still in a daze and stunned, he asked with a low smile:
"So, do you feel real?"