no ambiguity

This person was wearing a long windbreaker, his hair was tied up, and he looked more neat and capable than usual.Her eyes fell on Shen Jiahe, without waves or ripples, the next moment she looked away, and swept across Qing He's face lightly, as if she just glanced casually, without showing any thoughts.

The night was silent, the lights on both sides of the street were dim, Qinghe couldn't see the changes in the other side, but he felt nervous for no reason, and was inexplicably stunned for a second or two, and his reaction was sluggish.

There were four people over there, and the other three were men.Standing next to Wen Ning was Shen Jiahe's brother Shen Sui. He was tall and handsome, with a handsome face and well-defined features. His eyebrows and eyes were four to five points like Shen Jiahe's, and his relationship with Shen Jiahe could be seen at a glance.

Shen Jiahe just greeted his own brother, didn't move his feet, he was still next to Qinghe, and didn't plan to go over.

Qinghe never expected to meet Wen Ning here, let alone Shen Jiahe and Wen Ning's group, bumping into each other at the entrance of the bar in the middle of the night, the scene was really weird.Last night Wen Ning said that this trip was for an exclusive interview, presumably it was the person next to her, she thought it was lying about her, but it turned out to be work.

Taking a look around from the corner of the eye, Qing He's eyes also lingered on Wen Ning's face for a moment.

The other party didn't look at her more, just like a stranger.

That's right, apart from the Wen family and Ye Xilin, no one else, whether they are Wen Ning's friends or acquaintances who know her, knows about the marriage certificate between the two of them.

Now we are outside, in front of a group of friends, we still have to keep the distance we should have.

Wen Ning stood where he was and didn't come over. He stopped there.Shen Sui approached alone, glanced at them, and asked Shen Jiahe: "Are you going back?"

The corners of Shen Jiahe's mouth curled up, "Go in and have a drink, and I'm with Sister Qinghe and the others." He introduced the three people here one by one, "My friend, Qinghe, they are her teammates, they are from a band. , and performed on stage in the afternoon.”

Shen Sui was indifferent and didn't like to talk much, but he still nodded in response, without putting on a pose.For the sake of his own sister, this rich young master was very polite once in a while, and stretched out his hand to Qinghe, first politely said: "Hello."

Shen Jiahe turned to Qinghe again, and said with a smile: "Sister Qinghe, this is my brother, Shen Sui, easy-going. I came out with him today, he was busy before."

Qinghe was dull for a moment, shook hands with Shen Sui, and replied: "Mr. Shen is good."

Shen Jiahe stood in the middle and said, "Sister Qinghe and I are still colleagues, and we both work at Sister Ning's place. She is Sister Ning's secretary."

Little girls are more straightforward, and they will reveal everything as soon as they meet, as if these things can bring the relationship closer.

Shen Sui had heard Shen Jiahe mentioned Qinghe earlier, and knew that she was the resort colleague Shen Jiahe was talking about, so he had an idea, and looked back at Wen Ning behind him.

Qinghe was a little tangled, but she still couldn't let go. While dealing with the siblings, she glanced behind Shen and tightened her hands, whether to leave or stay.She is not good at communication, everyone is not familiar with each other, there is nothing to say when standing together, and I can’t find the right words to say after searching. At this time, it seems that nothing is right to talk about. A hard object was stuck in his chest, and he felt uncomfortable when he couldn't get up or down.

Besides, Ye Xilin and the others were still there, so it was quite embarrassing to stand and chat like this.

Qinghe is absent-minded, and doesn't really want to stay here.

Not far away, Wen Ning and two men were chatting while waiting for Shen Sui, talking in a low voice, apparently discussing things.Those two men were of average age, one was a tough guy with an inch head, and the other was a literary fan with medium-length hair. The one with medium-length hair was a little shorter than Wen Ning. He was closer to Wen Ning, and he laughed as he talked.

Wen Ning no longer glanced this way, but turned his back, not caring about the movement here at all.She was whispering softly, very close to the literary man.

When Qing He looked there again, the tough guy with a cut head blocked Wen Ning, and the three of them didn't care about them from beginning to end.When Shen Jiahe said something, she didn't pay attention to it, and she didn't come back to her senses until the other party patted her on the shoulder.

Shen Jiahe asked softly: "Sister Qinghe, when will you finish your vacation?"

She calmly collected her thoughts and said, "It should be next month."

Shen Jiahe deliberately avoided Shen Sui, moved closer, and said in a low voice: "Then I will treat you to dinner when I come back, and I will pay back what I owed last time."

Last time, it was Qing He who casually said, promising to invite her to dinner, but this time, through Shen Jiahe's mouth, it became someone who invited her to eat.

The little girl knows how to handle things, is smart, knows how to speak so as not to make the other person feel disgusted, and is very measured.Shen Jiahe didn't explain this clearly in front of everyone, but as if telling a secret, he only talked to Qing He, which would neither stifle the atmosphere nor make Qing He difficult to do.

Qinghe paused, not knowing how to respond.

Shen Jiahe moved half a step to the side, approaching Shen Sui, and then said: "It's getting late, Sister Qinghe, you go back to the hotel, I'll be leaving first, see you when you're free."

Putting away all thoughts and sights, Qing He replied: "Okay."

She wasn't overly friendly, and the whole process was neither salty nor bland, and she wasn't as easy to get along with as usual.

Shen Jiahe didn't mind, and dragged Shen Sui away.After walking a few steps, he turned around and looked at them, and waved goodbye to them.

Seeing a certain tall figure, Qinghe just watched the group of people go away indifferently, and did not do anything else.

Seeing this, Ye Xilin on the side clicked his tongue softly, raised his eyebrows and looked to the other side, secretly pushed Qing He with his elbow, and asked knowingly, "Is that Boss Wen?"

Qinghe ignored him.

Ye Xilin groaned, and pretended to say: "I haven't seen her for a long time, and I almost didn't recognize her."

Ye Xilin is completely unfamiliar with Wen Ning, and she can't make a difference in daily life, but she must know Wen Ning, and she recognized him at the first sight just now, but she pretended not to see him.

Watching those people walking away from a distance, Qing He turned and walked towards the hotel, walking in the front.With Zhang Ming around, she didn't want to talk about too personal things, she went in one ear and out the other, wrapping her coat tightly as she walked.

Zhang Ming didn't pay much attention to the small movements of the two of them. The boy became drunk after drinking, his steps were sloppy, his feet were light and he couldn't stand steadily, and his figure was swaying.

The bar street at eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening is different from other places. The nightlife here has just begun, and it is the time for business.Pedestrians on the street were in groups of twos and threes, some people left and others entered, street lights of different colors illuminated the dusty road, and the signs of various taverns shone brightly.

Back at the hotel, the two threw the drowsy Zhang Ming into the room first, and then went back to their respective rooms.

Ye Xilin walked to the door, was about to take out the key card, then stopped suddenly, and suddenly called Qinghe, and rarely asked: "What's the matter with you and that little girl?"

Qinghe said calmly: "Colleagues from the magazine, I met on a business trip last time."

Ye Xilin muttered for a while, as if he wanted to ask another question, but after pondering for a while, he finally stopped talking and said, "Rest early."

Qinghe was in a bad mood from yesterday to now, and she didn't have the energy to take care of too much, so she turned and went upstairs, all the way into the room.

Lock the door, take a shower, lie down on the bed and rest.

There is a string of friend verifications on the phone, all requests from other musicians, people who have had a drink at the whiskey bar tonight.

Qinghe couldn't remember who was who, so he added these people together. Those who sent their names in the verification message filled in their names, and those who didn't send their names didn't care. Almost no more contact.

After drinking, she didn't feel sleepy, she had nothing to do, so she clicked into Moments and looked through.

The dynamics in the circle of friends have been completely updated. Most of the newly added band friends have posted photos about today's performance and drinking, and one of them even posted four circles of friends in a row like swiping the screen.

Qinghe found Shen Jiahe in those photos, they should be friends, Shen Jiahe even gave him a thumbs up.

No wonder he met Shen Jiahe at the whiskey bar. Presumably, Shen Jiahe must have gone there to meet friends, and then bumped into them by chance.

Scroll down a long way, and there are all boring dynamics, nothing to watch.

Refresh again, Ye Xilin posted on Moments, there are only two photos, which are the distant photos of the slow train coming to the stage.The two of them have a lot of friends in common, and the photo received more than a dozen likes and a few comments as soon as it was posted, and Qinghe also gave a like.

The following circle of friends was posted by Shen Jiahe. There were no carnival photos of the music festival, only a picture taken in a bar, with a glass of margarita in the picture.

Qinghe glanced at it casually, intending to give the other party a like, but stopped the idea before touching the screen with his finger, and finally quit and returned to the message interface.

Someone sent a message late at night, politely offering an olive branch, asking if she was interested in forming another band.This method of poaching people is not uncommon, it is too common, just like doing business, try it first and then discuss it in detail.

Qinghe just clicked in and glanced a few times, without any interest, just focused on two guitarists and keyboards that he had an impression of, and planned to ask them if they could help to participate in the competition in two days.

The rest of the messages were useless, she was too lazy to deal with it, so she directly quit WeChat and put her phone aside.

It was probably because of drinking, or because of fatigue, and when I turned off the light and lay down, Qinghe always felt stuck somewhere, not very comfortable, and her chest was stuffy.She arched under the quilt, retracted half of her face, leaving a pair of eyes to look out the window.

The pedestrian street tonight is just like last night, the lights along the street are brightly lit, all kinds of sounds are transmitted from below, sneaking up the windows and getting under the covers.The only difference is that there is one person missing, and half of the bed is missing.

Qinghe closed her eyes, but for no reason at this time last night, for a long time, she turned over and lay on her stomach, stretched her hand under the pillow by feeling, squeezed the bed sheet tightly, and frowned slightly.

The organizer of Huancheng North Road only booked two days of accommodation, and all the bands had to leave the next morning.

The three people on the slow train are all local, so there is no need to get up early in the morning to catch the high-speed train to catch the plane.After getting in the car, Ye Xilin sent Zhang Ming back to school first, and then drove Qinghe back in the broken bread. He walked slowly all the way to Xihe Street, and bought half a catty of lo-mei at the street corner.

There is still a competition to come, and the two of them can't rest comfortably, so they have to plan the schedule for the next half month.Ye Xilin was in charge of buying train tickets and finding accommodation, while Qinghe contacted suitable guitarists, asking each of them if they had time recently and if they could help.

Asking for help is the hardest thing to do. I have to pay for food and lodging, and I have to pay my salary out of my own pocket.

Most of the band members work part-time, and most of them have their own jobs. It is not easy for others to ask for leave once. They have to run back and forth with them and find free time to rehearse, so rehearsals have to be paid, and participation in competitions has to be calculated separately.

Fortunately, Qinghe and Ye Xilin shared the money equally, so it was still affordable.

Qing He carefully calculated an account, this is not going to work, he must find a guitarist as soon as possible, otherwise he can't bear it.

It is not difficult to find a guitarist who can hold the stage. As long as the money is in place, everything can be discussed. A certain guitarist who had a drink with yesterday is willing to help, saying that he can come to practice tomorrow.

Qinghe ordered a schedule for the other party, and told him to follow the schedule.

The man was okay and it went very well.

The spring and autumn seasons in Nancheng are particularly short, and the transition is too fast. The temperature changes in July are more extreme. The first two days are cool, but the next two days are extremely hot. The strong sunlight is directly exposed, and people sweat even wearing a vest.

The sudden increase in the weather has put the whole city in the heat. Every two or three o'clock in the afternoon, going out is like stepping into a steamer.

The air conditioner in the room on the second floor of the old house was broken. The master came to repair it once, but it was scrapped again after less than half a day.Qinghe couldn't stand the horrible weather, so she had to move to the training room to lay a bed on the floor, and just made do with it.

The temperature rose rapidly, but the relationship between her and Wen Ning was stagnant, neither of them contacted, let alone called or sent a message.

The situation of the two of them is special. It was good that they lived under the same roof earlier. They communicated more in bed, and their body and mind gradually became one. But once they separated, many things would gradually fade away without communication.

Maybe it's because the weather is too annoying, Qinghe gets more and more annoyed, and has no inspiration to write songs, one cigarette a day, two cigarettes...until the pack of cigarettes runs out.She is not addicted to cigarettes, but she has nothing to do when she is alone, and she can't help but want to find some comfort to calm down the irritability in her heart.

She was a little angry, her lips were red, her breath was hot, and there was something wrong with her everywhere.

Ye Xilin saw her anxiety, but never said anything, never said a word of comfort, and let her bear it by herself.

As an adult, you have to pay for your own decisions.

Anxiety will affect the secretion of hormones, which will lead to a series of problems in the long run.Qinghe suffers from insomnia. She can't sleep at night and is not sleepy during the day. She is in good spirits, but her complexion is not very good-looking. She hasn't noticed anything wrong yet, and she still immerses herself in writing songs, sampling and making programs when she has time.

Ye Xilin had no choice but to remind her not to fight so hard, it was still early, so there was no rush.

She hummed, rummaged around on the table, opened the suitcase to find something, and asked nonchalantly, "Did you see my strings?"

Ye Xilin had a good memory and replied, "You didn't bring it."

She closed the suitcase and frowned, "I seem to have brought it."

Ye Xilin said affirmatively, "No."

It seems that I really didn't bring it, I was too anxious when I left, and forgot to take it.

"Do you have any more here?" she asked, planning to change the strings.

Ye Xilin shook his head, "No, we can only buy it again.

Qinghe didn't answer the call, so she searched again.

The expenses these days are not small, and it will take half a month to change to a better set of strings, so I don’t have the spare money to buy them again.She pursed her lips, hesitated, and finally said: "Forget it, I'll go back later."

Ye Xilin said, "It's up to you."

The sun in the afternoon is very hot, and when I go out, the heat rushes towards my face, and it is a pain to go out.

Qinghe deliberately waited until the sun set before taking the bus to Jiangting, intending to bring all the things that should be brought, not to miss anything.

When I got home, there was only the maid and auntie in the villa, who was already cooking, and the upstairs and downstairs were brightly lit.

Uncle Yang is not there, and Wen Ning is also missing.

Knowing that Uncle Yang was going to pick up Wen Ning from the company, Qing He didn't ask, and went straight upstairs after saying hello to the auntie, looking for something in the rehearsal room on the third floor.

The rehearsal room was only renovated last month, and it took up half of the entire floor. It was a place specially reserved for her to practice. She had brought up all the objects related to the band before, and the bass strings were also placed here.

The rehearsal room has been cleaned in the past two days, and the previously messy objects have been rearranged. The drawer where the bass strings were originally placed is empty, and the things are not there, and they are put elsewhere.

Qinghe rummaged around, and it took a long time to find this thing in the box next to the stereo.She packed the bass strings into the tote bag, stuffed some messy things into it, and planned to leave after packing almost.

Just got up, before taking two steps, the person at the door suddenly asked: "Where else should I go?"