It took Xie Meng two months to complete the handover of all the work on the Beijing side. The headhunter from Suzhou also sent the interview results of the new company. No accident, he can officially join the job at the end of the year.
Ji Qinyang packed and sent back all the large musical instruments in advance. The house was rented until the end of the month. After booking the plane ticket, he invited Baby Bear to eat and drink.
"You came to my studio." Baby Bear was so noisy: "My feet are going to fly when I'm busy here. Come buy beer, we'll drink it on the set."
Ji Qinyang: "... Then what to eat?"
Baby Bear: "There are lunch boxes on the set, one meat and two vegetarians, and the food is very good."
Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang took the wine to Baby Bear's studio. They really got two lunch boxes and sat in front of the camera with Baby Bear to eat.
Baby Bear turned on the camera mode, in his words: This is called recording the real life of the young people in Beidri.
"Let's interview the great music producer, Mr. Ji Qinyang." Baby Bear took a spoon as a microphone and held it up in front of Ji Qinyang: "How does it feel to be drifting for 8 years?"
Ji Qinyang was very cooperative with the spoon, he cleared his throat and looked serious: "Learn a lot and setbacks a lot, but gain more."
"It's too official." Baby Bear curled his lips in disgust: "You're on the podium, come with something explosive."
Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows, he turned around, held Xie Meng's face, and kissed him fiercely.
"..." Baby Bear: "Ka! Ka! This one doesn't count! Come back!!"
Xie Meng couldn't laugh, but Baby Bear really went to record again. He complained behind the camera: "Ji Qinyang, you ate all the vegetables for me! What time is it! You are still self-willed! Be careful that Xie Meng doesn't support you. !"
Ji Qinyang was embarrassed and had to eat all the green leafy vegetables in the lunch box. Xie Meng drank wine, stretched out his hand and rubbed the back of his head while smiling.
Baby Bear stared at the camera and took pictures slowly: "After deciding to go back to Suzhou, what did you feel at that moment?"
Ji Qinyang pondered for a while, and Xie Meng looked back at him.
"Migratory birds are tired." Ji Qinyang smiled lightly and said, "The wanderer can finally return home."
Mo Suyuan didn't say anything when she knew that her son was coming back. It wasn't until Ji Qinyang and the others got off the plane that the other party sent a text message, meaning that the musical instruments were packed and sent to Xie Meng's house.
Ji Qinyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry with his mobile phone, but Xie Meng was happy to see it, and joked: "This is married to our family."
"That's why." Ji Qinyang put his arms around Xie Meng's shoulder while replying to the text message: "I am poor now, I have no car, no house, no medical insurance, and no pension. You can't abandon me."
Xie Meng squinted at him: "Am I on a pirate ship?"
Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "Do you regret it, Captain?"
"What do you regret?" Xie Meng said with a smile: "This emotion is too complicated. It may take me a lifetime to understand."
Zhang Xiujuan's old house has been left untouched at the back of Shantang Street. It took Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang a day to clean the inside and outside of the house. Many new stores opened.
Because it is approaching the end of the year, red lanterns have been hung on both sides of the river bank, the Wu Peng boat slowly swam under the bridge, and the singing of the oars is far away.
Ji Qinyang sat on the bluestone slab. He wore headphones and beat his fingers on his legs. He thanked Mumbai for a portion of stinky tofu and sat beside him and ate slowly.
On the way back, Xie Meng asked Ji Qinyang, "How is it, do you have any inspiration?"
Ji Qinyang took his hand and swayed as he walked, humming various tunes, but didn't speak.
Xie Meng didn't ask much. He listened to Ji Qinyang humming for a while, and suddenly said: "You can actually take out so many songs you wrote for me, put them on the Internet, and let Bao Bao and Zheng Ming help promote it."
Ji Qinyang was stunned for a while, then he laughed: "Those, even if I die, I don't plan to use those to gain fame."
Xie Meng frowned: "?"
Ji Qinyang said lightly, "That's a song for you, just for you alone."
A few days before the Chinese New Year, Ji Qinyang contacted Qi Fei and Zhuo Xiaoyuan, Zhang Ganggang and Han Dong had to stay in the Middle East for the last New Year, and only four men could get together.
Early on New Year's Eve, Xie Meng's family welcomed an uninvited guest.
In the winter, Gu Meiyan was still wearing a short skirt, a sweater and a leather jacket, and a pair of high leather boots. She stood at the gate of the courtyard especially like a queen.
Xie Meng: "..."
Gu Meiyan shook her long hair: "Hi~"
Ji Qinyang looked behind her: "Where's Qi Fei?"
"He went to buy wine." Gu Meiyan began to move things in the same way, but Xie Meng realized that there were a few people behind her.
"You don't have to worry about it." She stopped Xie Meng who wanted to help. "Let them all bring it in. The New Year's Eve dinner cooked by my cook, those that fly in the sky, those that run on the ground, and those that swim in the water, everything!"
Xie Meng couldn't help laughing: "You can just come, why bring so many."
Gu Meiyan neatly tied her hair: "I'm my maiden's family, how can I not express it well." She reached out to Xie Meng: "Gu Meiyan, I'm glad to finally be able to meet you."
"Hello, Meiyan." Xie Meng shook hands with her and said with a smile, "I have admired your name for a long time."
When Qi Fei came back after buying the wine, Gu Meiyan had already set up the dishes. He was urged by his wife to open the wine. The two were arguing, typical of a very good couple.
When Zhuo Xiaoyuan came, the last soup was on the table. Xie Meng heard the voice and looked at the gate of the courtyard subconsciously. Zhuo Xiaoyuan was standing there, his hair was long, his body was tall, and his facial features were still the same. Badly handsome, his hanging eyes were a little full of smiles.
At that moment, it seemed as if he had returned to eight years ago.
The snow from last night had not yet melted, and it was spread on the black tiles. Under the eaves, the handsome young man stood at the gate of the courtyard and said to Xie Meng with a smile.
"Celebrate the New Year together, I don't eat free food."
Ji Qinyang and Zhuo Xiaoyuan bumped their fists, the latter sat beside Xie Meng, looked sideways and said, "You haven't changed much."
Xie Meng poured him wine: "You haven't changed much, how have you been recently?"
"It's the hospital." Zhuo Xiaoyuan took out the cigarette case and asked Qi Fei for a lighter: "How can I get better? It's also a morning and evening shift, and I'm busy all day."
Gu Meiyan complained: "I want you to come to my house for dinner. If you are full or hungry, your stomach will be broken. You are a doctor yourself."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan smoked a cigarette, put his thumb against his temple, and smiled slyly: "Go to your place, it's even worse, being tortured to death by Xiu Enai, you think I'm stupid."
Qi Fei kicked him, and the two of them clinked glasses, both with a dull rhythm.
Ji Qinyang's own drinking capacity is good, but this time he opened it up again, and the three of them finished the bottle of white wine in a short while, Zhuo Xiaoyuan was quite surprised: "That's right, the complexion doesn't change, when did you practice it? "
Ji Qinyang smiled without saying a word, and motioned to Xie Meng to open the red wine.
Gu Meiyan took a picture with her mobile phone, and she suddenly called out "Ah" while posting on Weibo.
"What's wrong?" Qi Fei leaned over and touched his daughter-in-law's head: "What did you see?"
Gu Meiyan said excitedly: "I'm posting on Weibo, come and see."
As soon as she said that, everyone was interested, and several people gathered in a circle to look at her mobile phone, and Zhang Gangbang's Weibo page really updated a message a few minutes ago.
There was no cloud in the blue sky, Han Dong squatted on the ground, looking at the camera with a slightly impatient expression on his face, and the text added by Zhang Lever was below.
"Happy New Year! Uncle Han, just smile."