Baby Bear finally became an assistant director in their crew a year later. Director Zhang took great care of him and took him with him almost wherever he went to shoot. In order to celebrate his upgrade, Baby Bear specially found a time. Invite Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang to dinner.
"I can't do it on Thursday, the developer has an entertainment." Xie Meng turned into a regular after an internship, and it happened to be almost a year after his gold was full: "Friday is fine."
Baby Bear agreed: "No problem, what about Ji Qinyang?"
Xie Mengxiao: "The performance is on Saturday, and he should be out of retreat today."
Ji Qinyang is like Nirvana every few days when he finishes his work. He can't survive without sleep for three days and two nights. After the band gets bigger, he gets busier and busier, putting more effort into making decisions. Can't be casual.
It's not that the baby bear has not discussed the future development of the band with him before. What he means is that eggs cannot be put in one basket. Since it is a studio, there are many considerations.
"If you want to be a wrist." Baby Bear lit a cigarette for himself: "You can't just stick to one band." He gave an example: "If your lead singer goes solo, or someone in the band puts the The band is sold to an entertainment company, they think you are not famous, and if they don't follow your path, won't you be finished?"
Ji Qinyang heated chopsticks for Xie Meng and asked the proprietress to take the wine: "If I am too popular as a behind the scenes, why would I still be behind the scenes."
Baby Bear clicked his tongue: "This is different. I mean red is strength, and wine is also afraid of deep alleys. You obviously have this strength, but you can't play it because of the limitations of the band itself. It's a pity."
Ji Qinyang was drinking and didn't speak. He was actually in a similar position as Baby Bear. Both of them were behind the scenes and both belonged to creation. The purpose was to create eternity, immortality and classics, so he could fully understand what the other party said.
After Xie Meng ordered the dishes, he looked at Baby Bear and asked, "How about you, when can you make your own movie?"
"I think so too." Bao Bao Bao was smoking a cigarette and ripped his hair: "The script is satisfactory, but the investment cannot be drawn, but the investment is drawn. No matter how you read the script, it is a bad movie, and the actors are also a problem. I like everything. Too red."
Xie Meng knew that he was referring to Zheng Ming. He became a domestic actor at the age of 19, and entered Hollywood at 22. Now he is almost 25. At most, he only shoots one movie a year. Take the prize softly.
Baby Bear sighed: "He ran too fast, I chased after him with bare feet, full of the sadness of Kuafu chasing the sun."
Xie Meng heard that Kuafu almost spit out the wine in his mouth when he was chasing the sun. He coughed and said, "Didn't you interact with him on Weibo? Ask him if he would like to participate in the film he wanted to make."
Baby Bear gave him a sad glance: "If your male god is too good, and you are still a diaosi, would you dare to hook up with him?"
"..." Xie Meng thought for a while, but he couldn't really come up with an answer for a while.
Ji Qinyang suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed his neck: "What are you thinking about, your male god is not here."
Xie Meng smiled and stabbed him.
The three of them ate in the middle of the night, when Ji Qinyang's cell phone suddenly rang, and Qi Fei's loud voice could be heard by everyone around him without turning on the speakerphone.
"Yimi is great!" Qi Fei shouted, "There are crabs here in Suzhou. I'll send some to you and Xie Meng."
Unlike other single dogs, Qi Fei and Gu Meiyan got their certificates not long after graduation. The little beauty was only in her third year, and they didn't have a banquet. They planned to travel and get married, and concentrate on enjoying the two-person world.
Ji Qinyang and Xie Meng didn't know until a long time later that Gu Meiyan's family was in very good condition, and several chain restaurants in Suzhou were run by her family.
Qi Fei said happily: "My sister will graduate in one year. Then I will come to Beijing to play with you."
Ji Qinyang: "Come on, I'll give you a band performance to celebrate your wedding."
Qi Fei laughed on the other end of the phone, meaning that Ji Qinyang was not allowed to speak, but he remembered it.
Baby Bear waited for him to hang up before asking, "Classmate from high school?"
Xie Meng nodded with a smile: "Brother for almost ten years."
"That's really not easy." Baby Bear agreed, and suddenly the conversation changed: "So, we're almost five years old."
Ji Qinyang looked at him vigilantly: "What do you want?"
Baby Bear: "Hey, let's eat crabs together!"
Xie Meng: "..."
After the late autumn, the heating in Beijing started in mid-December. The bank is busy from the end of the year to the rhythm of the sky and the earth. It's all commonplace.
When he came out of the building, it happened to be snowing outside. Xie Meng put up the collar of his coat and went to get the car with Chu Kanglin with his briefcase.
Chu Kanglin entered the bank two years earlier than him, and now he has taken the position of the head of the department.
"It was a good talk today." Chu Kanglin lit a cigarette and lowered the car window. Xie Meng sat in the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt.
"Take this order down, and your year-end award will be beautiful this year." Chu Kanglin turned the steering wheel and reversed the car. He glanced at Xie Meng and joked: "How about it, do you have any plans to climb up next year?"
Xie Meng said modestly: "I still have a lot to learn."
Chu Kanglin smiled: "The top students can talk." He asked Xie Meng's address and was a little surprised: "Do you still live near the school?"
Xie Meng nodded: "Well, rented it very early?"
Chu Kanglin raised his eyebrows: "With your girlfriend?"
"No." Xie Meng added with a smile: "It was rented with friends."
Chu Kanglin sighed and stopped asking. When he was about to deliver Xie Meng to the door, he saw someone standing outside the community in heavy snow.
"Who is this person..." Chu Kanglin muttered.
Xie Meng squinted for a while, and suddenly said, "Mr. Chu, let me down."
Chu Kanglin: "Here, don't you need to go in?"
"No need." Xie Meng had already unfastened his seat belt, and he said embarrassedly, "Thank you, President Chu."
"You're welcome." Chu Kanglin unlocked the car: "It's hard work, come on."
Xie Meng got out of the car. The snow in Beijing is not like the southern side. If it is big, it will accumulate in a short time. He walked to the gate of the community with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Chu Kanglin sat in the car and gave Xie Meng a drive behind him. Headlights on the way.
When Xie Meng was halfway there, he waved to the man standing at the gate of the community.
Chu Kanglin lit a cigarette for himself, and he watched Xie Meng walk in front of the man, who took off the scarf on his head, revealing his conspicuous hair color, with a handsome face.
Ji Qinyang put the scarf around Xie Meng's face, and he nodded in the direction of the car.
Chu Kanglin didn't react until the two of them were out of sight. He moved his finger and made a "hiss", only to realize that the cigarette butt was almost finished.
Zhang Ganggang has been on the battlefield for more than a year. Almost every month, he will send Xie Meng an email. There are not many words, but they are all photos. Some of them have been seen by Xie Meng in newspapers or magazines, and some of them have not.
Below the photo, Zhang Langgang occasionally notes some explanations.
"The seven or eight-year-old kids there have guns, and they shoot better than me." The picture shows a child holding a gun that is heavier than himself.
Zhang Ganggang sometimes complains: "The Internet is not good, I can't even swipe Weibo, and I have to go to the roof to write emails... If I drop a bomb at this time, I will be finished qaq"
"The notebook was blown up last week, and everything in the C drive was gone... Forget it, there's nothing left."
Zhang Ganggang finally mentioned Han Dong in a recent letter: "Is Uncle Han okay?"
Xie Meng didn't know how to answer his question. For more than a year, more and more photos were sent by Zhang Bangbang, from Egypt to Syria to Israel, and the last few photos in Iraq, even if Xie Meng is a layman. You can also see the change in Zhang Zanggang's mood.
From once full of vitality to cruelty and despair
The rubble in the city was shot with a barrage. After the car bomb attack, the corpses were placed on both sides of the road with only a white cloth. After the artillery fire ceased, the church in Israel where they prayed was quiet and holy.
Occasionally he would photograph a flower or a tree, growing in the gravel, or in the endless wilderness.
Xie Meng arranged all these photos and sent them to Han Dong. He relayed Zhang Ganggang's words at the end, but the other party did not reply to the email.
It was not until the Chinese New Year that Han Dong had any news.
"I quit and went to Huawei." Han Dong made a video with Ji Qinyang in the afternoon, and it can be seen behind the capital airport: "The equipment maintenance department stationed overseas."
Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "Go to the Middle East?"
Han Dong smiled and did not deny it.
Xie Meng just finished making dumplings, he washed his hands and entered the room, and Ji Qinyang gave him his seat.
"Have you thought about it?" Xie Meng asked Han Dong.
Han Dong said: "I thought about it a long time ago."
"Pay attention to safety." Xie Meng said no more: "Keep in touch and remember to send emails."
"I know." Han Dong nodded, and he seemed to be preparing to board the plane. Before ending the video, he looked at Xie Meng and said lightly: "This year, I have to spend the New Year outside, so let's say it in advance."
Xie Meng laughed: "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." Han Dong waved at the camera.
The day before New Year's Eve, the band held their last New Year's Eve concert. Ji Qinyang was so busy in those days that he almost didn't even have time to sleep. The number of fans who showed up that day even exceeded tens of thousands.
The square rented by Ji Qinyang and his band was almost overcrowded. In the cold weather, Qian Mo ran around the stage wearing only a T-shirt. Ji Qinyang took Xie Meng to the top of an abandoned factory building opposite the stage.
"Just take a look here." He took a blanket and wrapped himself and Xie Meng from behind: "There will be fireworks later."
Xie Meng listened for a while: "You wrote it all?"
Ji Qinyang: "Yes."
Xie Meng: "Have you carved the disc?"
Ji Qinyang: "It will be engraved after the year, and I will take it home when the time comes." He took out his mobile phone and logged on to Weibo. Xie Meng saw that the homepage of the band's Weibo has almost exceeded 3 million fans.
"Usually Wen Tao takes care of it." Ji Qinyang explained that there are new song auditions and concert photos in the news, and some songs have over 10,000 retweets.
Xie Meng swiped the homepage for a long time, and suddenly said: "You are really amazing."
Ji Qinyang was stunned for a while before he understood what the other party was referring to. He kissed the hair on the back of Xie Meng's head and said with a smile, "This is nothing, you won't get much less than me this year's year-end award."
Xie Meng didn't speak, he turned his face and kissed Ji Qinyang's forehead back.
"By the way." Ji Qinyang remembered something, he let Xie Meng sit, went down and got a guitar, tuned it, and plucked it gently.
Xie Meng was wrapped in a blanket, sitting on a chair, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
Ji Qinyang held the guitar, cleared his throat, and said slowly, "Now is Mr. Xie's exclusive concert time."
Xie Meng couldn't help laughing, he raised his hands and applauded.
"Happy New Year." Ji Qinyang whispered while playing the guitar: "I love you, Mr. Xie."
That night, on the roof, Ji Qinyang sang more than ten songs for Xie Meng alone, all of which the band had never sung before.
When the last song was sung, fireworks were set off in the square below, and the bright light and shadow illuminated the sky of the winter night in Beijing.
Xie Meng lowered his head and looked at Ji Qinyang, who was singing quietly with his legs crossed in front of him.
At that moment, Xie Meng felt that his whole world seemed to be in the singing under the fingertips of the other party.