ex-boyfriend is actor

Cooking still requires some talent, but unfortunately, He Yan just doesn't have this talent.

But he didn't feel worried at all, his Jiang Xiaohuai knew how to cook and so on.

During the meal, He Yan and Jiang Huai were arranged to sit opposite Jiang's father and Jiang's mother. He Mimi stuck to Gao Yuanhang all the way, and even clung to eating and refused to part. After Zheng Yunlin and Gao Sen, the two not only didn't mind the behavior of the little kid squeezed in the middle, but also served and took care of them all the way, being very considerate and thoughtful.

Not only did He Mimi enjoy such high-standard treatment, but He Yan also seemed to be treated as a child by the Jiang family. From the moment he sat on the table, his bowl was filled to the brim and bulged into a small hillock.

Zheng Yunlin's siblings are not surprised by this situation, but the expressions on the faces of other people eating at the same table are a little weird. The Jiang and Zheng families have deep connections and roots in the entertainment industry. In addition to the two large entertainment companies, Feng has a lot of shares in some film and television production companies, theater platforms and video websites, and the two families are basically engaged in entertainment-related work.

It can be said that there are many people at this dinner table who know who He Yan is, but very few people know the relationship between He Yan and the Jiang family. At most, they think that He Yan and Jiang Huai have a good personal relationship.

Even though He Yan's previous album set a sales record and broke the years of deserted music scene in one fell swoop, but in the eyes of these people who have grasped the lifeblood of the entertainment industry, stars are just stars.

Star-making is what people in the entertainment industry are best at doing. If one star is not shining enough, then create another one.

And after today's meal, regardless of whether He Yan is A, B, C, D, the name He Yan has at least some value of being remembered. When he encounters some twists and turns next time, when he needs to be silent, others will be silent and need to speak up. Sometimes others will speak up, and he no longer needs to fight alone, nor does he need to worry about any sudden troubles.

He Yan finished the rice and vegetables in the bowl, and the meal was almost finished.He Yan volunteered to wash the dishes, and before he reached the door of the kitchen, Ms. Zheng yelled: "Jianghuai, hurry up and wash the dishes, I'm really going to be lazy."

Just when He Yan was startled by Ms. Zheng's cold face, Ms. Zheng suddenly smiled at He Yan: "Xiao Yan, are you full? Do you want to watch TV? There are fruits and snacks on the coffee table. In Jianghuai's room There are game consoles, you young people should like this."

He Yan nodded: "Thank you, Auntie."

"You're welcome." Ms. Zheng smiled more and more kindly, "Take this as your own home and come to play often, or go to the house where Jiang Huai and his father usually live. It's more lively there."

"Thank you." He Yan took a step forward, and gently embraced Ms. Zheng who was wearing an apron and had soap foam on her hands, "I am very happy today, auntie, you treat me better than my mother."

Ms. Zheng's body froze slightly, and soon she hugged He Yan back, her voice soft: "Then treat me as your mother, since you choose to be with Xiao Huai, then don't worry or worry."

For ordinary families, it is difficult for the only son to choose a man as his life partner, but Ms. treat him.

These are great parents.

He Yan had always been jealous of Jiang Huai before, jealous that he could have the unreserved love of his parents, unlike him, most of the family affection in his life came from his grandmother and He Mimi, and the part of his parents was almost missing.But now, He Yan no longer has the idea of ​​jealousy, and he already has what Jiang Huai has, even if the source of this love comes from the person around him from the beginning.

But so what, He Yan firmly believes that he can go on with Jiang Huai, then he can always have this love.

After eating, He Yan and Jiang Huai left after resting for a while.

On the way back, seeing He Yan's silence, Jiang Huai couldn't help pushing him: "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

He Yan smiled at him: "It's nothing, I just—"

"Just what? Did Zheng Yunchu bully you? Who showed your face?"

He Yan glanced at him sideways: "Where did you go, with you here, who in your family would dare to bully me?"

Jiang Huai became happy when he heard this, and he looked like a fool who came from somewhere with a smile. He Yan found that the longer he spent with Jiang Huai, his previous stereotypes about Jiang Huai seemed to disappear all of a sudden. Even though he had been with Jiang Huai before, the time together was not too short, but until now, he really discovered the essence of Jiang Huai's character.

Just a fool.

"I just thought of the content of the next song." He Yan held Jiang Huai's shoulders and stuffed his fingers into his pockets. "I met your family today, and I got a lot of inspiration."

"Then you will meet them a few more times in the future. The few you know in our family are not difficult to get along with. Others usually meet less often, so don't take it too seriously."

Jiang Huai was talking eloquently, but he saw that He Yan was pulling his sleeves, and his movements were very vigorous. He was about to ask He Yan what he wanted to do, but He Yan grabbed him and walked forward several times Bu: "Hurry up, drive, I'm going to write down what's in my mind right away, I can't wait."

"Okay, okay, but He Xiaoyan, can you be gentle with me?" Jiang Huai sighed helplessly, "I seem to have guessed my miserable future."

Excellent actors are good at imagination, Jiang Yingdi's imagination is beyond ordinary people, so while He Yan closed his eyes and meditated on how to write the song, Jiang Yingdi couldn't help imagining that his own He Xiaoyan was creating, There are various scenes of washing dishes, cooking, laundry, and shopping by yourself.

The moment He Yan pushed the car door and walked out, Jiang Huai was walking behind him, but now he suddenly stood in front of him: "He Yan, when you are busy, you should hire a nanny, part-time workers are also fine."

He Yan: "..."

He Yan: "What are you talking about? I'm not busy at all. I just want to write this song down. Don't disturb me. I'm going to be busy."

Jianghuai: "Oh."

It's better to listen to He Yan.

Pushing open the door, He Yan trotted to find the paper and pen. The thoughts in his mind were extremely clear. One by one symbols slowly flowed out from the tip of his pen. After a while, the manuscript paper was covered with dense handwriting.

After finishing the first pass, He Yan took out his guitar and slowly picked up a soothing melody.

Once, twice, three times.

Jiang Huai leaned against the door frame and listened quietly.

Although the rhythm of this melody is gentle, there is no intentional procrastination at all, and it reveals a touch of warmth when you read it carefully.

Jiang Huai fell in love with this melody almost the first time.

When He Yan's movements became jerky and relaxed, Jiang Huai couldn't help leaning over to take a look: "Is this your new inspiration?"

"En!" He Yan focused his head heavily, then raised his head to look at Jiang Huai, "How is it?"

The light of expectation in his eyes is too bright, black pupils, pure white eyes, when this matter is related to music, He Yan seems to be a different person, focused and bright, Jiang Huai can't bear it when he thinks of it occasionally Live with some envy.

In this world, He Yan values ​​music even more than love.

However, Jiang Huai is just a little bit jealous. Although he has devoted himself to the film industry, Jiang Huai still loves music in his heart. If there is no music, he will never know that there is another person named He Yan in this world.

Even if He Yan didn't love music, he might hide forever in the darkness that Jiang Huai couldn't find, and they would never meet each other for the rest of their lives.

Most importantly, in Jiang Huai's eyes, He Yan at this moment is really pretty.

It was so radiant that it was hard to take your eyes off it.

Music is something that can give He Yan confidence.

Hearing He Yan ask him, Jiang Huai nodded: "It sounds good."

This melody gave him a better feeling than "The Nightingale and the Rose". Although the emotion in "The Nightingale and the Rose" is abundant, it sounds like it will make people feel sad, but this song—from The moment the first note sounded, there seemed to be a faint warmth lingering.

This is an artistic conception that JAC cannot describe in words.

Most of the songs in the music world lack this kind of artistic conception. Although there are some classics among them, the moment they are sung, they don't make people cry.

Jiang Huai was suddenly very proud.

When He Yan buried his head to write, he only saw the back of his head, the curled hair around his ears, and the fingers holding the pen. From a static point of view, this is a very beautiful painting. He likes He Yan The quiet look, the hardworking look... He even likes the songs written by the inspiration that flashed through his mind.

Such a talented person is his lover!

Jiang Huai remembers that the most proud day in his life was probably when he won the grand slam. At a young age, he collected all the trophies that countless filmmakers in the Chinese film industry have been thinking about for years. He was really excited that day, holding the trophy His heart was pounding, but at this moment, in this quiet room, just thinking about the laughter and success He Yan might usher in in the future, he felt his heart beating like a drum.

"He Yan..."

He Yan raised his head and looked at him confusedly.

Jiang Huai swallowed his saliva, and after much consideration, he asked cautiously: "Can I write the lyrics for this song?"

He Yan's eyes widened suddenly, he tilted his head to look at Jiang Huai, and was silent for a while.

Jiang Huai thought he was unwilling, and was about to explain to He Yan why he did so, but saw He Yan push the manuscript paper in front of him: "I can write it for you, but if I am not satisfied with what you wrote, then I will It can only be rewritten."

"No problem." Jiang Huai put away the pile of manuscript papers and carefully put them in his hands, as if holding some extremely precious treasure.

"I will definitely satisfy you."

At least let everyone know that Jiang Huai and He Yan collaborated on a song.

Jiang Huai wrote the lyrics and He Yan composed the music.