I heard that my boyfriend is sick

10

"Meet? You said Jiang Zhe wants to meet me?! Want to make an interview?"

When Yun Jinze got the news of his new club, he was still a little unbelievable, his eyes were wide open, and he leaned over, feeling a little urgent. "Did he propose it on his own initiative? Or was it the resources that the magazine obtained recently?"

Yue Qun, who was ordered by the new editor-in-chief to tell Yun Jinze, smiled and pressed the other's shoulder. "Not at all, Brother Yun, it's because of you, do you know that Jiang Zhe only agreed to you to interview him, and the interview location was decided by you!! It must be because of your previous actions that he knew, you like this Die-hard fan, he will definitely pay attention to it!—”

Inexplicably feeling surrounded by trust, Yun Jinze was a little at a loss for words, and his face was a little red. He stood up, fiddled with his hair uncomfortably, and smiled wider and wider. "Did he tell the time?"

"The time is also determined by you... This is Jiang Zhe's private phone call, he has said not to disclose it to others..."

Yun Jinze didn't wait for Yue Qun to finish speaking, and hurriedly took the business card in Yue Qun's hand. He stroked Jiang Zhe's name on it, his eyes sparkling. "I want to go now!!—I'm going to call right away!—"

Seeing that Yun Jinze didn't have the look of carrying it like before, Yue Qun laughed.

"Go slowly, there are stairs ahead!"

Yun Jinze didn't turn around, but just waved his hand to signal Yuequn not to worry.

Recently, the climax of Yun Jinze's support for Jiang Zhe has passed, and the popularity of those beautiful words has gradually subsided. Yun Jinze himself thinks that Jiang Zhe is too low-key to pay attention to this matter. It's the end of the article, but I didn't expect that Jiang Zhe actually understood everything, and he cared about the thoughts of his confidant audience. Tossing an olive branch at this time can only make people more desperate.

Cocoa, but... Jiang Zhe read his music reviews, wouldn't he pay attention to him, right? ? !My circle of friends Weibo is simply... no, no, no, I can't bear to look directly at it!

Thinking of this, Yun Jinze logged into Weibo a little nervously, and clicked on Jiang Zhe's account profile picture, only to find that the two were still following each other one-way. He was relieved and a little disappointed.

But I didn't expect too much, so I didn't feel very sad when I was disappointed.

Yun Jinze walked to the corner of the corridor of the magazine office, and silently dialed Jiang Zhe's phone number on his business card. The ringtone to remind him of the incoming call rang for a long time. Before he was about to hang up, the phone was finally connected. Early in the morning, the smell of dew came towards him, which made Yun Jinze's ears itch.

Just like when I was a child, when I ate a fruit candy for the first time, the sound of carefully crunching it was a little crisp, with the sweetness of candy, gratitude to my family and joy of mood, simple and special, it seems that there is no such thing in a short time So mesmerizing music and sounds.

Yun Jinze has been very sensitive to all kinds of sounds and music since he was a child, and he does not hesitate to advocate and support excellent music with the greatest enthusiasm. Good things have their own advantages and disadvantages, but people always have preferences.During the days counting with fingers, Yun Jinze, in the noisy world, finally waited for such a person again after the voice of fruit candy, and broke Yun Jinze's heart with his rich piano sound and story-telling voice. The dilemma of lack of interest is an innate fit.

"Hello, is this...Mr. Jiang Zhe?"

Jiang Zhe didn't recognize who the other party was for a while, and responded with basic politeness. "Hello, this is Jiang Zhe... May I ask who you are?"

"I'm... Yun Jinze." Yun Jinze tried to look calm, but his heels kept kicking the wall slightly. "Music critic for Music Today."

Hearing Yun Jinze's name, Jiang Zhe suddenly remembered that he had given the other party his private number, and when he heard the other party's pretendingly calm reply, he smiled. "So it's Teacher Yun, have you decided on the time and place for the interview?"

Yun Jinze heard the other party's laughter, his face was low, his face was a little hot, he buried his face in his palm, and muttered. "Do you really want to be interviewed? Or is it just to repay me for speaking for you...Actually, you don't have to feel burdened by my previous music reviews. I just told the truth from the perspective of music, and there is no any The meaning of wanting to return a favor... If it bothers you, it's not my intention..."

He cherishes this person so much, and his music, so how can he be selfish and embarrass him.

Having said this, Yun Jinze knocked his forehead on the wall with some annoyance.

"Ah, is that so? In fact, I really don't like interviews very much. This kind of format would make me very embarrassed. After all, I thought that my communication with everyone was only for music concerts." Jiang Zhe said not politely at all. , even with a bit of ridicule. "Mr. Yun, I feel relieved when you say that..."

Yun Jinze only felt blood dripping from his heart, he murmured: "Ah...wait...wait a while, so Mr. Jiang Zhe means...wait for a while, you can't interview, and you can't...have you met? ?”

The other party had such a cold face, but it sounded like he was about to cry, Jiang Zhe finally burst out laughing. "Kidding."

Yun Jinze opened his mouth slightly: "Huh?"

"I really want to be interviewed by Teacher Yun, and I also want to meet Teacher Yun himself." Jiang Zhe murmured in a low voice. "I'm looking forward to it, and I really want to see you."

A little curious about who you are.

"!!!...Mr. Jiang Zhe! Go to the unit building at No. 419 Jiefang Road, Nanfeng Street, which can be seen as soon as you get off the bus! Let's meet there, if you can, please bring your cello..." Yun Jinze's smile grew wider. "I'm looking forward to seeing you too!"

He held up the phone, listening to Jiang Zhe's promise first, and then hung up the phone. Yun Jinze hadn't recovered from the beeping, and stood in the corridor blankly, looking as if he was thinking about the walls.

But after a while, he happily patted the wall with his fist, and then ran back to the studio to get the recording pen, notebook and camera.

Seeing Yun Jinze so excited, Yue Qun was also infected by the rare and lively Teacher Yun, and asked. "Brother Yun, do you want me to go with you? Take pictures for you?"

Yun Jinze froze his hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the familiar mocking face again.

Yue Qun: "All right, all right! Brother Yun, do it yourself, I won't talk anymore."

Yun Jinze took a bunch of equipment and desperately ran out of the magazine office. In order to keep the content of this interview secret, he asked for some music benefits by the way. The place where he and Jiang Zhe met was the apartment he rented. While running, Yun Jinze couldn't help but burst into tears Feeling ashamed of revealing his private residence, he felt his legs keep rushing forward. Although he was a little sore and tired, there was a steady stream of energy appearing one after another, which made Yun Jinze's eyes brighter and brighter.

At the same time, Jiang Zhe also carried his cello on his back, and drove to the interview address that Yun Jinze mentioned.

Jiang Zhe dropped the coin familiarly, and Jiang Zhe sat at the back of the bus with Violin Box. This place was not too far from Jiang Zhe's house, but it was only three stops away. He looked at the scenery outside the window and silently counted the number of stops. When he got there, he slowly got out of the car with the cello on his back, just in time to see Yun Jinze running towards the light.

The peach blossom-eyed young man was wearing an ordinary white T-shirt, with a SLR camera hanging around his neck, and his forehead was dripping with sweat from running.Seeing Jiang Zhe, his originally expressionless and unkind face became extremely lively and friendly, and turned pink.He ran in front of Jiang Zhe, three or four steps away from him, stopped, and tilted his head slightly.

Like an old friend who has never met, Yun Jinze boldly smiled.

"Hello."

He took a few steps forward quickly, hugged Jiang Zhe through the camera, then let go of his hand quickly, and returned to his original position.

My long-time friend...Mr. Jiang Zhe.