no ambiguity

After getting along for a long time, some feelings have long been rooted in instinct, so that it is impossible to reject another person's touch.

The tall buildings in the distance are brightly lit. Facing the windows here, the clean white light is completely opposite to the neon lights of the pedestrian street. Although separated by a long distance, the light is extremely dazzling, as if to illuminate everything in the room. All cover-ups must be exposed, and the secrets revealed thoroughly.

The beginning of July is the beginning of the scorching summer in Nancheng. The weather is not hot today, but there is a little more dryness quietly at night, which cannot be blown away or taken away.

All the rooms downstairs in the hotel are brightly lit, someone is practicing, the guitar beats again and again, the thin strings vibrate, and the sound travels far away. The hustle and bustle below is separated from the silence upstairs, making it even more depressing.

It had been six days since I had seen Wen Ning, Qinghe's heart tightened suddenly when she was embraced so intimately, she wanted to turn on the light, she didn't want to face this man in a dull environment, but still Before she had time to move, the sudden weightlessness made her grasp the opponent's arm tightly.

"What are you doing?" She said angrily, not daring to speak loudly, for fear of being discovered by others, even if they were separated by a floor.

Wen Ning hugged her and walked towards the bed, "Nothing."

The man's voice was very soft, unintentionally showing a little tiredness, as if he was very tired.

It's a pity that Qinghe didn't notice it keenly. She couldn't touch the ground, and her whole body was falling little by little, so she didn't dare to move. She could only hook Wen Ning's waist and cling herself to this man's arms, as if she had no backbone. The vines, the body is stiff, a little slow.

She could push Wen Ning's hand away to prevent him from touching her, but maybe it was because she was afraid of falling, or maybe it was for other reasons, she struggled a few times and did not move until she was put on the bed.

The bed in the hotel is much more comfortable than the hard bed in the old house, at least it is soft, with a horizontal length of 1.8 meters, and it does not hurt to fall on it.

Previously, Wen Ning had his back to the window, and the dim light outside shone behind her, making it impossible to see her face and expression clearly. Now, turning to the bed, with the thin light outside the window, Qinghe Only then did I see her face clearly.

The man was wearing a formal suit, the small suit had long been taken off and put on the bed, only a white shirt was left on him, the buttons were wide open, revealing the cold white skin and figure underneath, and some curves could be vaguely glimpsed from the side.She was very serious, and it was rare to wear trousers once, which made her legs long and straight, and her overall temperament was very different from usual, with an indescribable meaning.

There is a pack of cigarettes next to the pillow, it was put there before Qing He left, it is the same pack from before, and he hasn't smoked it today.After Wen Ning came in, he smoked two cigarettes in a row, not only forgot what he promised last time, but also threw the cigarette butt on the ground, not paying attention at all.

Qinghe smelled the faint smell of cigarettes, and knew that this person took her things again without permission, but she didn't care too much.She turned over, trying to stay away from that person, but she was still a step too late, unable to break away from the temporary shackles.

Wen Ning's hand pressed on her waist, causing her to sink suddenly.

Qing He refused to give in, and raised her waist again.

Wen Ning approached her, wanting to hug her from behind.

We haven't seen each other for a long time, how can we compete with each other as soon as we meet, and we are not enemies.

However, Qinghe didn't have this kind of self-consciousness, but took advantage of this moment to turn back, put her hand in the middle to block it, and said in a blunt tone: "Wen Ning, let go."

Wen Ning ignored it, but said softly, "Don't move, just rest for a while."

The smell of cigarettes on the other party's body was too strong, and I don't know how long he sneaked in and stayed there.Qinghe's anger has not subsided, she has always been unreasonable, she pushed hard to prevent Wen Ning from touching her, "It's the middle of the night, who let you into my room?"

Wen Ning grabbed her hand, not to make a fuss, nor to give an explanation.

Qinghe didn't stop, and immediately broke free with one hand, as if to hold on to the end.

It's just that Wen Ning still knows her too well after all, he won't really let her stay away, he didn't do anything, just hug her tightly and hold her in his arms.

Someone swept the bottle of water on the bedside table with his hand, and the thing was knocked down and fell to the ground. It rolled a long way and hit the corner of the table on the other side.

The impact sound was not loud, and this noise was nothing, but it was still so obvious in the silence of the night.

Qinghe heard the soft sound, and immediately froze, frightened by this little movement, and stopped struggling for a while.Wen Ning completely pressed over at this time, while pulling her closer, he touched her tattoo.

Xu Shi Wen Ning's fingertips were too cold, Xu Shi himself was too sensitive, Qing He trembled and immediately went limp.

The man took the opportunity to kiss her side face.

Qinghe was angry, and hit the person on the back, but she didn't use much force, just a small pat, her mouth was not forgiving, she was still stubborn at this level, and she yelled in a low voice as if she was not bored: " Wen Ning."

Wen Ning still didn't respond, her moist lips moved down and imprinted on her chin.

The sound of the guitar downstairs is getting louder. It should be strumming and strumming vigorously.Someone was talking at the top of their voices, as if they were fighting, speaking a foreign dialect, which band member they should be, someone was answering in Mandarin, and there were some messy voices.

In short, it was chaotic, up and down.

It was so noisy outside, the shouts and conversations were carried upstairs, but Qinghe didn't have the energy to listen, as if she was isolated and not disturbed by the outside world.She looked away, stubborn enough to be annoying, and avoided Wen Ning's kiss.

Wen Ning leaned on the top, as gentle as ever, pressed his lips to her ear, and whispered, "Come by and see you..."

In answering the previous question, giving an acceptable answer is also a step.

Qinghe couldn't tell what the other person was thinking, and didn't want to speculate too much, so she said in a muffled voice ungratefully: "Who wants you to come and see me."

Too hard to speak.

But he said so, but he still didn't mean what he said, he didn't continue to dodge, and became much quieter.

Wen Ning stroked her tattoo, letting her awkwardness go.

The coat that Qinghe is wearing today is paired with a small black vest. The vest is tight and short. It is okay when standing, but when you lie down and move, the hem shrinks up along the waist, revealing a flat and firm belly.

Wen Ning's finger scratched her collarbone indistinctly, and asked softly, "What time will you be on stage tomorrow?"

Qing He pursed her lips, held back for a while, and then replied: "Five twenty."

"What about at night?" Wen Ning asked.

Instead of answering directly, she asked instead: "Why are you here, the magazine has nothing to do?"

Wen Ning's hand groped up and touched her earlobe with his fingertips, "There is work here, come and see the scene."

Qinghe didn't say a word, and grabbed Wen Ning's hand.

Some words sound the same thing, but when you think about it, it's not quite so. That girl with soft eyebrows and eyes, and Lian Hemin holding her arm...what I heard and what I saw were two extreme contradictions, completely inconsistent.

Qinghe doesn't know how to eat, but she still cares. After all, there is a legal relationship, so it's impossible to not care about it at all, and it's not an open marriage where everyone plays their own way.Besides, she is a small-minded person, she can't bear the slightest loss, and can't bear the practice of eating at both ends, so she asked bluntly: "What job?"

Wen Ning said: "Do an exclusive interview."

How big a person must be to get the big boss of H&F to act in person, there is no such person on Huancheng North Road, and it is impossible to invite an actor of this level.Qing He didn't believe a word, but couldn't think of what to say, she let go of her hand and pushed Wen Ning away.

Wen Ning said softly: "Qi Ruian came over yesterday and looked for you."

She asked: "What?"

"Ask if you will take the show."

Qinghe turned her head to the side, hesitated to speak, originally wanted to refuse directly, but after struggling for a long time, she still said: "I will accept it."

When the stubbornness is also scored, the band is so poor that they can't get rid of it, so how can they not pick up the door-to-door business.

Wen Ning said: "I have already agreed for you, and I will talk to him in detail later."

Qing He hummed.

The man came up again, leaned on her neck, and said: "I have to leave later, I have something to do."

She replied: "Who cares about you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the person on her walked over and refused to listen to her angry words.Qinghe groaned, and hummed in a low voice when the other party touched her waist.

The sound of the guitar downstairs stopped for a while, and only the continuous noise remained. A car drove by and honked its horn.

It's late at night, and tonight is destined to be restless.

Qing He opened and closed her lips, and tightly clenched Wen Ning's wrist, feeling awkward secretly, probably in a daze for a while, but finally relaxed, and wrapped her arms around the other's waist.

The grievance is temporary, and now it is another temporary, but she is quite good at returning one yard to another, not mixing the two things together, and putting aside those old accounts for now.

After a long time, she lay on the bed, buried her face in her arms, and hummed, "When are you leaving?"

The person behind replied: "Later."

……

The cigarette case next to the pillow was accidentally knocked down, the mouth of the case was not closed, and the cigarettes inside were scattered all over the floor.

After an unknown amount of time, the cell phone in the coat rang once, and someone called Qing He, but she didn't answer, letting the abrupt ringing keep ringing one after another.

This call was made by Ye Xilin. He had a new idea to discuss on the spur of the moment, but he didn't want to go upstairs, so he called directly on WeChat.I didn't get through once, and then I didn't call a second time, but sent a message directly.

The flow of people on the pedestrian street gradually decreases after eleven o'clock, and it is even clearer after midnight.

It was foggy the next morning, and when the sky was just getting bright, it was already a vast expanse of whiteness outside, and the glass doors and windows were all wet.The streets during the day are no worse than at night. There are not many shops open before ten o'clock in the morning, so the whole street is relatively empty, and there are almost no crowds of people as far as the eye can see.

The bands in the hotel basically start at eight or nine o'clock, tidy up, and then rush to the Wetland Park to make preparations, no matter which show they have to pass.

Qinghe got up a bit late, and got out of bed slowly until nearly nine o'clock.

Ye Xilin came up to urge him to leave quickly, and don't wait until the afternoon to go out.The three of them didn't go out until almost ten o'clock, and walked to the Wetland Park with the guys who had eaten on their backs.

No one discovered the clues of last night, and no one knew that Wen Ning had been here.

Walking on the road, Ye Xilin glanced at Qing He, and asked suspiciously: "You look so bad, didn't you have a good rest last night?"

Qinghe tugged at the hem of his clothes, and said without changing his face: "It's too noisy outside, so I slept late."

Ye Xilin didn't ask any more questions.

Zhang Ming's complexion was not very good either. This kid was too nervous. He didn't feel sleepy until the second half of the night after insomnia. He barely closed his eyes until four or five o'clock.

In the end, he is inexperienced, unable to adjust his mentality, and he is still guilty until now. His palms are sweating and his heart beats faster after walking out the door, as if he is facing an enemy.

Both Qinghe and Ye Xilin sensed that something was wrong with him, they each looked at each other, and Qinghe winked at Ye Xilin.Ye Xilin understood, turned around and asked Zhang Ming a few words to help ease his emotions.

There are quite a lot of people in the Wetland Park today. It has not opened in the morning, and the inside is already full of noise. The crowds are piled up everywhere, and the atmosphere is more lively than a festival.

The three of them lined up at the temporary backstage, waiting for makeup to get ready, and warming up in the back first.

This time, the organizer of Huancheng North Road invited a lot of guests, including many popular popular singers on the Internet. Not only did they invite two famous foreign rock bands, but they also found two popular singing and dancing stars to come to the venue. It's pretty big.

The backstage shed is divided into several areas, the place where the traffic stars are the largest and enjoy the best treatment, followed by Internet celebrities, and finally the band.

Of course, even if they are at the bottom, the bands are still subdivided. The famous ones can set aside a separate area, and the less famous ones can only get together and make do with it.

Slow trains fall into the latter category.

Although the three of them came not too early or too late, they waited in line for a long time for makeup, and were left out in the cold from the beginning to the end.

Qinghe took it for granted and didn't care at all, no matter how the organizer treated it differently, as long as the money arrived.Ye Xilin didn't care about it, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.Only Zhang Ming was a little uncomfortable, feeling that all this was different from what he had imagined, but he also gradually calmed down while waiting, and he was not so excited.

There are other bands in the preparation room, all of them are young and young, each of them is dressed very trendy, with a wild and unrestrained appearance of loving freedom, but everyone gets along in harmony. do not bother.

Slow Train was unfamiliar with any team and was directly isolated.

The waiting time was unbearable, so Qinghe found a stool and sat in the corner, listening to music and playing mobile phones bored, and went out to get some air before coming in again.

Someone talked about the recently popular empty music band, gossiped cheaply, and asked in public, seemingly unintentionally, "Has anyone heard of them before?"

A tall man with a nose ring raised his eyelids, the disdain in his eyes was undisguised, and he answered slowly: "Why, do you know him?"

The person who asked the question laughed, and the others around him also laughed.

The two make-up artists couldn't figure out what these people were laughing at. Only those who could understand understood what was going on.

There is a chain of contempt in the rock circle, metal, nuclear, post rock... popular, old school stands in front of new school, heavy is always at the top, and pop is always at the bottom.The empty music group that came out of the sky opened up a popular opening with heavy genres, and became popular in a short period of time. There was only applause and no works. After all, it was still a way of hype, with no strength at all. Some people in the circle could not see it. Come on, look down on it, take it all as a joke.

Qing He didn't join in, not because he agreed with their ridicule, but because he found it boring.

The disbandment of a band is like a couple breaking up. Not slandering your ex is the last love. There is no need, let alone more judgments. After all, each has its own way of life and its own path.

Some people stick to the old tradition, some find a new way, and some follow the trend of the times, regardless of high or low.

Compared with these people's gossip, she was still more focused on last night, and she hasn't recovered yet.

At that time, I was confused and passed it halfway, but when I woke up later, Wen Ning had already left.She was really tired, and she couldn't remember what the process was like. It was like a dream, she fell asleep in the dark, and woke up alone, everything seemed unreal, as if it had never happened.

When Wen Ning left, Qinghe had no memory at all, she vaguely remembered what the man said to her before he left, but she couldn't remember it at all, instead she had some deep feelings.

She was too tired from sitting for a long time, and her back was sore and her legs were stiff. She turned her neck and moved her fingers.

Time flies, and it will soon be noon. The organizer will provide lunch boxes for everyone to eat and drink as soon as possible. Those who are supposed to play will go on stage, and the rest of them will hurry up and get ready.

It's not easy to hold such a large-scale event. Although it didn't start until one o'clock in the afternoon, the relevant personnel were basically busy from morning to night, like a spinning top.

The venue for the slow train was still early, so the three of them took their time and went to squat to eat in a place with few people, and familiarize themselves with the process by the way.Ye Xilin was worried about Zhang Ming and urged him repeatedly.Zhang Ming nodded his head, nodding in response to everything he said, for fear of missing something.

Qinghe was a little helpless, and didn't pay much attention to this kid before going on stage, leaving him completely under Ye Xilin's control.

The weather on Saturday was good. There was thick fog in the morning, and the sun was shining at noon. The temperature was neither too hot nor too cold.

There were quite a few student parties at the scene, especially young men and women, and there were also many fans who paid for their love. Many of them came here for popular male stars.The organizers are very good at arranging the order, let the foreign rock bands warm up the scene first, and then let the Internet celebrities come out to drive the people below. They just dragged the appearance of the stars to the back, which really whetted the appetite of the fans.

The order of the slow trains was rather awkward. The audience below were a little tired after being high for three or four hours in a row. Not favored by the audience.

Zhang Ming's back was stiff, and he was suddenly frightened by the situation.

Qing He glanced at him casually, stood on the lead singer's seat, neither sensational nor nonsense, only an opening remark.Her voice is very soft and extremely low, her voice is so stable that there is no fluctuation at all, her whole person has a depressing temperament, and she is tall and good-looking, just standing there is enough to attract attention.

This performance was much better than the usual rehearsal, Zhang Ming didn't lose the chain, barely keeping up with the two of them.

In the niche circle of rock and roll, there are few girls, and even fewer girls play metal.The composition of the members of the slow train is a strange and eye-catching landscape, female drummer, female lead singer, solid technique, bassist standing alone in front of the stage solo, snare drum followed by a bang——

The place exploded.

The young people listen to the rhythm when they listen to rock, the more exciting and excited they are, all of them are crazy.

Qinghe has been in this circle since she was a teenager, so she knows what kind of style the audience likes. The organizer gives money, they do things, and the audience wants to have fun. Everyone takes what they need. Such occasions and experiences have long been commonplace.

At the end of the performance, the audience below felt that it was not enough, and shouted for another song. They were so excited that they wanted to knock down the stage, and they shouted and shouted one after another.

Qinghe turned a deaf ear to it, thanked the audience as usual, turned around and stepped down.

Such a crisp personality not only did not offend the audience, but stabbed the hearts of many people, and the atmosphere of the scene suddenly rose to a higher level.

Zhang Ming experienced this kind of scene for the first time. When he stepped off the stage, he turned his head three times. It was Ye Xilin who gave him a hand, so he suddenly recovered and quickly followed behind them.

After the show is over, there is nothing to do next. You can go back to the hotel directly, or you can stay to watch the scene.

Ye Xilin made an appointment with another band for a drink, and she was going to the bar street next door to relax later in the evening. She called Qinghe and Zhang Ming, and asked them to go there together.

The other band's show was at seven o'clock, and the three of them went back to the hotel first, planning to pack up before going there.

Qinghe went upstairs to change her outfit, took off all the makeup on her face, and finally tidied up the room.Ye Xilin came up to remind her this morning, but she refused to let him in. The bed was so messy that anyone with a discerning eye could tell what had happened.

I stuffed the cigarettes into the bag, rearranged the bed, and tied the garbage bag, so I could see it a little bit.After doing this, she lay on the bed for a while, and inadvertently touched something under the pillow, took it out and saw that it was a pink plastic strip package, which was thrown away last night.

It may be that going out to perform is too exhausting, and Qinghe feels a little inexplicable, not irritable, not sentimental, or something is missing, where there is a piece of space.

She remembered last night for no reason, and recalled certain chaotic scenes in her mind.

Wen Ning hugged her before leaving, but she turned her back and faced out the window, sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, the man lowered his head and touched the back of her neck, and asked softly, "Are you going to play in City G next week? "

She was impatient to be disturbed, and hummed half asleep.

I fell asleep at that time, and I can't remember the specific process, and the memories are intermittent. I only remember the last closing sound of the door vaguely, and the world is completely quiet.

Qing He didn't know what Wen Ning was doing, let alone why the other party made a special trip here, but he still vaguely knew that his accommodation must be arranged by the other party, otherwise how could this person come in, and he made such an unexpected move .

Maybe he really has a job, maybe he is busy with something.

It got dark around seven o'clock, and night fell.

Many bands have gone back to the hotel, making appointments with each other to hang out in groups.The bar street in Nancheng is a major feature, which is very novel in the eyes of outsiders, and band friends from other places want to take advantage of this time to go around.

Most of the bars on Huancheng North Road are taverns, with low consumption and a fairly quiet environment. There are bands or singers in a slightly better place, just like Cape No. [-].

In the past two years, folk songs have become popular and literary style is popular, and this place is no exception. Most of the taverns along the street are resident folk singers, with a stool and a guitar on the stage, two people form a team, full of nostalgia and sentimentality.

Those who play rock and roll can't accept this style. It's okay to listen to it occasionally, but it's hard to bear it if you want to stay in it for a night.A group of people went to the whiskey bar in the middle of the street. The environment there was relatively elegant, so they just wanted to go in for a drink and chat.

People from quite a few bands were there, business was good tonight.

Qinghe followed in and found a corner to sit down.

Zhang Ming couldn't sit still, he was a little excited by the successful performance in the afternoon, this kid courteously invited Qing He to drink a glass of wine, touched his nose with a smile, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Sister Qing, I didn't delay you this time." hind legs?"

Qinghe glanced at him and said softly: "It's not bad, it's passable."

Zhang Ming is happy, he thinks he is praising himself, he is used to climbing poles, he has no self-knowledge, and he feels too good about himself, so he asked in a daze: "Then can I be with you next time?"

Qinghe didn't speak, just looked at him.

The kid laughed stupidly, and he didn't know if he was pretending to be stupid or what.Ye Xilin on the side was funny and told him not to dream.

After getting along for nearly a week, the relationship between the three people has indeed improved, at least they can talk peacefully. Qinghe and Ye Xilin reluctantly accepted Zhang Ming's existence, but they wanted to pull him into the camp and let him join the slow train. That's unlikely.The difference in strength is too great. It is not easy to train a new guitarist. It is better to continue to find other teams to borrow.

Zhang Ming was not sad when he was ruthlessly rejected, and continued to grin, not knowing why he was happy.

People from other bands would come over from time to time to say a few words, chat with them politely, and make friends.

The performance of the slow train in the afternoon is obvious to all. The strength lies there, and everyone wants to know it.It is not a bad thing to make many friends. One more acquaintance will lead to more paths, which may be useful someday.

Tonight's Qinghe is very easy-going, anyone is welcome, chatting, adding WeChat is fine.

Some people think that Qinghe seems to have known each other, and it takes a while to remember where they seem to have seen her, and ask curiously: "We seem to have met, at the Nanjing Music Festival, isn't it?"

Qinghe couldn't remember who the other party was, and only said: "I went to Nanjing a few years ago."

The man suddenly had an epiphany, remembered it, and said in surprise: "You were the lead singer of the Xichao band before, and we were on the same stage together."

Qinghe was taken aback.

The other party obviously didn't know how to look at his face, and murmured blindly: "Hey, why did you change the band? What about the other ones, don't you want to be in a band?"

There are enough people who can't speak, just open their mouths, and really don't treat themselves as outsiders, and they don't have details in their household registration books.

Qing He pretended not to understand these questions, her face remained unchanged, and she prevaricated indiscriminately.

Ye Xilin helped to smooth things over, and sent the man away with a few words.

Zhang Ming was listening, and looked at Qinghe calmly, and then at Ye Xilin. This was the first time he heard Xi Chao's name, and he was puzzled, but he still felt that he should not talk too much. Do not ask.

The time that followed was fairly pleasant, and no one mentioned these old things anymore.

Other bands came over to fight for a drink, deliberately narrowing the distance.There was a post-punk man who tried to get close to Ye Xilin again and again, both in and out of his words, with the intention of inviting him to spend the night together.

Qinghe sat by and watched, without stepping forward to intervene.

Post-punk is dark, gloomy, subversive and rebellious, and this band has carried it through, not only in its musical form, but in its day-to-day style as well.

Qinghe was very impressed with this band. Everyone was together when they put on makeup in the afternoon. Their lead singer has a very outstanding personal style. He has a set of rings tattooed on his body, and there is a string of numbers under the neck ring. It is difficult to forget.

Ye Xilin shook the cup in his hand, didn't show his disgust on his face, but raised his eyelids and whispered impatiently: "I don't like men."

The post-punk man paused, but he wasn't very surprised by this, as he had expected it a long time ago.Unwilling to give up, he leaned close to Ye Xilin's ear and whispered something, the expression on his face was thought-provoking.

No need to ask, Qinghe can guess what nonsense that man is talking about, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, Ye Xilin's face is too heroic, too attractive.

It's a pity that Zhang Ming was too stupid to understand at all, so he asked in a low voice, "Sister Qing, what's the matter?"

Qinghe held the cup in her hand, and said lightly: "Don't worry about it, kid, drink your wine."

Zhang Ming leaned over cheekily and whispered, "Why does that man have so many rings tattooed on his body?"

Qinghe patted his forehead, and pushed him away, "Go aside, talk to someone else, don't bother me."

Zhang Ming resented.

Ye Xilin was so disgusted by post-punk men that she left here before Zhang Ming. She was born pure and crooked, and she was really not interested in men, and she couldn't accept this kind of heavy-tasting gameplay. Her stomach was churning when she heard it.

Like a bad luck, Ye Xilin hid away like a plague god.

There are chaos in every circle, and the rock circle is no exception. A few weirdos can't control themselves, and they want to spoil a pot of soup by being a mouse shit, which is disgusting and disgusting anyway.

Qinghe is not surprised by these, and will not show too much on the face, but she still disagrees in her heart.But in the end it's someone else's way of life, it's hard to say anything, it's hard to judge.

She picked up the cup and took a sip, then shifted her position and found a seat at the corner of the bar, not wanting to socialize anymore.

There were more and more customers in the store, and the two bartenders were almost overwhelmed, and they were so busy ordering and mixing drinks.

Qinghe knew that she couldn't drink enough, so she didn't dare to drink too much, and she didn't pay much attention to people coming to strike up a conversation after that, she just wanted to be alone, and planned to leave before eleven o'clock, and go back to rest early.

I am still so tired these days, especially in the past two days.

Halfway through drinking, she took out her mobile phone to check the time, and it was eleven o'clock in 10 minutes, so she stopped drinking the rest and was going to call Ye Xilin and Zhang Ming to leave together.

But before she got up, the bartender suddenly came to this side and brought her a glass of tequila-based margarita.

"A lady ordered it for you, please enjoy."

Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then blurted out and asked: "Who is it?"

The bartender raised his finger to point in the direction behind her, then stepped back to do other things.

Qinghe subconsciously turned around and saw an acquaintance.

Shen Jiahe was standing there, not knowing when he came.The little girl is dressed casually today, wearing a sweater and jeans, and a peaked cap on her head.She greeted first, took off her hat, and raised her lips at Qing He, with a smile on her face, "Sister Qing He, what a coincidence, I see you again."

Last time it was Secretary Qing, but this time she got close to her by two points, and opened her mouth to call her sister.The girl is as meticulous as a hair, and has a proper sense of proportion. She just called this title generously, which makes people feel comfortable.

Unexpectedly meeting colleagues from the magazine office here, Qinghe nodded slowly, held back for a while before replying: "Miss Shen."

They don't know each other very well, and they only met once before. It's not good to call them by their first names, and it's not right to call them by other names. It's even more natural to call them Miss Shen.

There was an empty seat next to her, so Shen Jia sat next to her in the past, but she didn't mind her calling her at all.The little girl was much bolder than last time, and said bluntly: "Just call me Jiahe."

Qinghe is not very good at getting along with this kind of well-behaved girl, and she is used to being straightforward, but she can't be perfunctory like before when they buy drinks.She thought about it for a while, then stopped the steps to leave, sat down again, and asked: "Why are you here, it's so late, and you haven't come home yet?"

"I came to attend the music festival in the afternoon, and I just came out." Shen Jiahe explained.

Qing He knew it immediately.

Shen Jiahe said: "I saw your band's performance as soon as I came here in the afternoon. The scene was very exciting and shocking."

At that time, there were so many people in the audience, crowding into a large group, and the stage was separated by a certain distance, how could Qinghe notice that Shen Jiahe was at the bottom, she didn't even know about it, only after hearing what the other party said.She didn't know how to answer the conversation, she didn't seem to have anything to say, after thinking about it, she asked, "Are you here with friends?"

Shen Jiahe hesitated for a while, but finally nodded, "It's about the same, and my brother and the others happened to have something to do, so I stopped by to have a look."

Qinghe said: "It's hard to have a weekend off, so I can relax."

Shen Jiahe agreed with the um, smiled quickly, and said, "If I hadn't met today, I wouldn't have known you were playing in a band and you were so good."

"It's just random playing," Qinghe said, "it's very ordinary."

I didn't mean to say that on purpose. Compared with previous competitions, today's performance on stage is really average.But Shen Jiahe thought she was being self-effacing, so she boasted in a different way, and then asked: "Sister Qinghe, are you taking a long vacation? I passed by your place several times this week, and every time I didn't Seeing you, Secretary Xu said you were on vacation, what's the matter?"

The girl is young and may not have experienced too many things, so the question is too direct and not tactful enough.

Qinghe knew that she had no other intentions, not that she wanted to pry into her privacy, so she didn't mind too much, and said honestly: "No, it's just that there are two competitions recently, and I have to go to G city in a few days, so I just took a long vacation. "

Shen Jia nodded clearly.

Qinghe is not used to talking with colleagues about topics other than work, and after searching all over the place, he couldn't find anything to talk about. He almost asked and answered.She felt uncomfortable, so she took another sip of the wine uncomfortably, drank the glass of margarita given by the other party, and pushed the original glass away.

The strength of the margarita is not too high, but the taste is strong and jerky, and it feels weird in the mouth, not as good as the Cuba Liberty she is used to drinking.But in front of Shen Jiahe, she didn't show it. She swallowed the wine silently, then bit the bullet and drank some more. Slowly, she could barely accept it.

Shen Jiahe ordered a glass of wine for herself, and it was also a Margarita.The little girl looked soft and weak, but drinking was not inferior at all, much better than Qinghe, she sipped it in small sips, and drank most of the glass in a short time, without a trace of red on her face.

Qinghe talked with her about work all the time, and occasionally about school.

Compared to the last time at the resort, Shen Jiahe was much more cheerful, and even took the initiative to talk about her experience of studying in the United States.

Qinghe listened patiently for more than half an hour, until she saw Ye Xilin waving on the other side, knowing that it was time to go, so she euphemistically mentioned that it was late.

Shen Jiahe was quite sensible, knowing that Ye Xilin and Zhang Ming were her teammates, she got up immediately, and handed over Qinghe's bag, saying in a gentle voice: "My brother and the others should be coming soon, I'm leaving too, let's go out together .”

Qinghe didn't refuse, and said with concern: "Be careful on the way back."

"I know." Shen Jiahe responded.

Qinghe walked ahead, went to look for Ye Xilin, and didn't wait for her.

The four go out together.

After all, it's an acquaintance, and it's really not safe to leave the little girl alone outside the bar at night, Qing He is not indifferent to that level.After walking out the door, she still stood with Shen Jiahe for a while, thinking that she would wait for Shen Jia and her brother to arrive before leaving.

The wind outside is relatively strong, blowing directly in the face.

Qinghe felt cold, so she tightened her coat and shrank her neck.

Shen Jiahe was also a little cold, so she couldn't help leaning closer, almost touching her arm.

Qing He moved away without a trace.

Someone is coming over there.

Shen Jiahe called out first: "Brother, here!"

Qinghe looked up, but froze instantly.

——Wen Ning is four or five meters away.