no ambiguity

The past is an invisible thread, densely entangled in a ball, and I can't untie it with all my strength. I can't figure it out after all.Now it is a high wall in front of us, it is difficult to cross, and we can only stop.

Qinghe is a person who is easy to be content with the status quo, and doesn't make it difficult for herself, and falls asleep when she gets sleepy, and doesn't worry about it too much.

The next day was cloudy, the sky was foggy as if covered with a layer of dust, and it was oppressive, making it impossible to see far away.The environment of Xihe Street is not as quiet as that of Jiangting. There is constant noise in the early morning, cars passing by, people's voices rising and falling, there are construction teams working nearby, and shouts from the shops downstairs can be heard from time to time, which is really disturbing to sleep.

I slept too late last night and couldn't get up this morning.Qinghe pulled up the quilt to cover her head, covered herself inside, forced herself not to be disturbed by the outside world, lay upright and motionless, and insisted on sleeping until the sun was high before going downstairs.

The days of preparing for the show are always boring. After waking up, we have to fill our stomachs first. After cleaning up, we have to continue to repeat the work that was not done yesterday. The program is not finished, and we still need to work hard.

Zhang Ming had no class on Monday morning. This kid was practicing early in the morning. He sat on a high stool with his guitar in his arms and played it repeatedly.

He is not as hypocritical as yesterday, he is a lot more magnanimous, and his attitude is still quite satisfactory. Ask if you don't understand, practice if you don't, and be down-to-earth.

Qinghe helped him re-tune the guitar strings, and taught him some playing skills when he had nothing to do.

Zhang Ming held his breath and didn't take the previous unhappiness to heart. Since he stayed, he should learn from them and try his best to do what he should do.After getting along for a long time, he gradually got a grasp of Qinghe's temperament, knowing that she was just acting too directly, and she was not a bad person. She had the capital of arrogance and was stronger than all the musicians he had ever met.

Qinghe is willing to teach him, and he is willing to learn, but he is too embarrassed to be too attentive, so he can only be calm on the surface.He felt that Qinghe played the guitar very well, and wondered why she didn't become a guitar player and had to find a foreign aid, but he held back without asking.

The sun came out in the afternoon, but it was soon covered by thick clouds, the cool wind gusts, and the temperature continued to drop.

Zhang Ming had to go back to school for classes, so he could only come here at night.

Ye Xilin, as always, looked after the store downstairs, struggling to make ends meet.

And Qinghe still stayed upstairs, working alone in the rehearsal room.She is the most serious at this kind of time. Compared with fishing in a magazine, she is completely different. She is all focused on production, testing bombs, looking for inspiration, and constantly rewriting the program. She has become a perfectionist.

In her spare time, she took out the new song that Ye Xilin had given to write lyrics before, and then revised it to fix the deficiencies.Ye Xilin has a good foundation in writing lyrics, but the words used are a little cumbersome and need to be streamlined a second time, and it will be better if it is changed.

The two of them have been working together for several years and have always complemented each other. They don't mind too much. Whoever arranges the music, who writes the lyrics, and whoever wants to change it, it doesn't matter. Whichever version is better can be used.

On the way, Ye Xilin came up once, holding a cup of instant coffee.

"I'll just drink it, that's all I have left."

Qing He was tuning the sound without raising her head.

"Just put it here."

"How much is left?" Ye Xilin asked.

"Soon, tomorrow at the latest." She said briefly, not saying much.

Ye Xilin nodded, put down the instant coffee, but did not leave immediately, but stood aside and watched her work.

After a while, Ye Xilin suddenly asked: "You've been a little strange these two days, did you have a fight with Boss Wen or something?"

From yesterday until now, Qinghe has been not quite right, her temper is indeed bad, but it has never been like before, and she almost lost control of herself.Ye Xilin wanted to ask what was going on a long time ago, but he was forced to not talk too much in Zhang Ming's presence, and Qing He obviously hadn't calmed down yet, so he came to have a look now.

Qinghe started to tinker with the computer, and replied indifferently: "No."

Ye Xilin asked: "You moved here without arguing?"

She said calmly: "It's more convenient to come here, and we have to compete."

Ye Xilin didn't show mercy, and directly exposed it: "Didn't you not want to come earlier, and you didn't even come if I asked you to come."

She was silent and turned a deaf ear.

I clicked back and forth on the computer page, and after a long time, I changed the subject.

"How much is this gig?"

Ye Xilin reported a number.

She thought about it for a while, and said, "I will share two thousand with Zhang Ming, and I will call the hospital directly for my share."

Ye Xilin said: "The previous 25 yuan has not been used up, and there is still a lot left."

Qinghe continued busy with the work at hand, her face was as usual.

"It's okay, I still have money on my card, and this month's salary will be paid soon, so there's no need for it."

Ye Xilin opened her mouth, wanting to persuade her a few more words, it can be seen that she was so determined, she still complied.At the end, after hesitating for a moment, he asked again: "Did you watch the video I sent you?"

"What video?"

"Sent you on WeChat."

"Didn't read it," Qinghe said, picked up his coffee and took a sip, "I don't have time today, I'm busy."

Glancing at the mobile phone placed on the upper left corner of the table, Ye Xilin immediately understood it, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You have time to look at it later."

"En." Qing He replied.

The shop downstairs still needs someone to take care of it, Ye Xilin went down soon, and Qinghe was the only one left in the rehearsal room.When the surrounding was clean, she stopped, no longer looking busy.

It's been more than a day since she left Jiangting, and she only received a video from Ye Xilin on WeChat, and there was no other news, and she didn't even call from the magazine to ask her whereabouts. It really seemed to be completely disconnected.

She had watched the video Ye Xilin posted at noon, so she just pretended she didn't know about it.

The video is a live scene of the Kongyin music team, which is currently on fire, and there are personal interviews with team members at the end. She watched the entire section without missing a second, and recognized Kongyin's keyboard and drummer as her former teammates.

The first band Qinghe formed was called Xichao. There were five people in the team, three men and two women. She and Jiang Zi were three men in front of the platform, and the other girl was behind the scenes. They played together for several years. Little famous, once almost signed to Neon, but then there was an irreversible change, the band disbanded, the two male members chose Beipiao, she and Jiang Zi stayed in Nancheng, and everyone broke up.

After so many years, Qinghe didn't know that those two had gotten to this point, but he really didn't expect it.

But she is not envious or jealous at all. If we have different ways and do not conspire with each other, we are not in the same way, otherwise we will not be disbanded.She didn't pay much attention to these, swiped the screen up and down to look, locked the screen, put the phone aside and ignored it.

Because it was cloudy, it was dark outside at nearly six o'clock.

Zhang Ming came from school at about 06:30, took the subway, and was delayed on the way.The kid stepped forward, this time he didn't come to the door empty-handed and bought a big bag of snacks for the two of them.

Qinghe eats these things with peace of mind, and she is not polite at all.

The three of them took the time to rehearse and went out for dinner at nine o'clock.

It's cold, so it's just right to eat beef hot pot to warm up your body.

Xihe Street has low consumption, and eating hot pot is cheap. Buying a three-person meal online is less than 200 yuan.

This meal is Qinghe's treat, which is rare and generous.

Ye Xilin put a plate of meat into the pot, scalded a piece of radish, and asked Zhang Ming to eat more, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Don't look at your phone, the meat won't taste good when it's old."

Zhang Ming's cell phone was in his pocket, he didn't play with it, and the one who lowered his head was someone else.

Hearing the sound, "his person" turned his head to look, and immediately defended: "I have some work to deal with."

Ye Xilin didn't say anything, and put two pieces of meat into her bowl.

Qing He still knew how to restrain herself, and consciously put the phone in her bag.

This beef hot pot is a mandarin duck pot, half red pot, half clear soup, mushrooms boiled in the clear soup, the soup is delicious, because the price is cheap, the meat in the set meal is less, mostly vegetables and meatballs.The three of them added a few more plates of meat after eating, and the final bill cost a total of more than 340.

The consumption is not high, but it is not too little for Qinghe.She is really poor. She used to rely on Wen Ning to help her. Food, drink, housing, transportation and clothes were all provided by the other party. Even the repair and maintenance of musical instruments were paid by that person. Now she moved out on her own. There was only ten thousand yuan on the card. Can't save.

She was too spineless, and only remembered Wen Ning at this time, but her heart was still blocked.

Wen Ning will not interfere with her decision, will not look for her, and will follow her wherever she goes or stays.

This man has always been like this, never an exception.

The chat interface between the two of them is empty, the previous records have been cleared, and now there is nothing left.

Wen Ning's WeChat avatar is a white paper, without a name, and without any content. There is only a book-shaped outline, and the rest is blank, as clean as her circle of friends.

Lying on the bed at night, Qing He stared at the white paper for a long time, but couldn't sleep and sat up to smoke a cigarette.

The cigarettes were the pack that Wen Ning smoked last time. I kept nine cigarettes untouched. I smoked one more, and there were still eight left.

There was wind coming in from outside the window, and the sparks burned so fast that they almost burned the fingertips in a dazed effort.

Feeling the sudden burning, Qinghe regained consciousness, immediately flicked the cigarette ash, and twitched her fingers twice. She was a little flustered, brushed the quilt on her lap, but accidentally clicked on the phone screen, and clicked into Moments.

The first post in the circle of friends was posted by Secretary Xu. There are two photos, one is a group photo of the magazine, and the other is a selfie with the male assistant, with the words: celebration banquet.

Qing He seldom looked at Moments, and she clicked in rarely. She was about to quit immediately, but she accidentally saw a familiar figure in the second photo, and she clicked in to enlarge the picture.

The photo was taken in the hotel, the place is big and there are many people, it was very grand.Secretary Xu's table was full of acquaintances, all employees of the same level, and the next table was for the boss and editors.

Wen Ning was at the table in the back. This person was facing the camera sideways, held by Lian He Min in a long red dress, with an intimate gesture.

The photo was slightly blurred after zooming in, and the faces of the two could not be seen clearly, but Qing He could still recognize them at a glance.