no ambiguity

The aisle is clean, other people are drinking in front, Qinghe has roots under his feet, and he can't walk even if he wants to.

Qi Rui'an's voice was not loud, and she intentionally suppressed it, but it still reached her ears in full. It was not a private and shady matter, but just a chat between friends, it was unimportant, and it was mentioned casually through the mobile phone.

I don't know who the person on the other end of the phone is, and it should be a good friend. Qi Rui'an responded with a few words, and replied: "Well, I will talk to her sometime, and then we will see."

Is she that An Ran, or Wen Ning?

Qinghe put some things together in his mind, and remembered a lot at once, thinking of the last time in the car, Qi Rui'an talked about his college days, and that photo... Yale University library, with a close arm Ning arm girl.

People's intuition is so wonderful, they obviously don't know the whole picture, but they can combine a bunch of seemingly fragmented events together with just a few words, and then you can taste it immediately after touching it carefully.

Qing He doesn't like to look back on the past, she always only focuses on the future, she has never delved deeply into Wen Ning's past, and she doesn't like to hold on to those who are there or not. Some people, such as He Min, she never minds, There's no need to dig deep into what happened between them and Wen Ning, I won't take it to heart.

But what has changed now, maybe the photo appeared out of place, maybe she herself was out of time, like a burr stuck into the flesh, it was not painful, but it was also uncomfortable.

After a long time, Qi Rui'an bid farewell to the person on the other end and hung up the phone.

Qinghe was vigilant, unwilling to run into the embarrassment head-on, suddenly walked back with light steps, avoiding danger.

Qi Ryan didn't realize where she was. Although he heard slight footsteps, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just someone passing by by chance.

Qinghe's heart fluctuated and then fell, and she got the best of the show, and went back to the bathroom in a leisurely manner.

As soon as I walked to the door, a woman who seemed to be in her 40s came out first.The charm of the middle-aged woman is still there, she is wearing an expensive dark green chest-length dress, the neckline is a bit messy, and her hair is slightly loose. When she suddenly saw Qing He coming from the other side, the lady paused and seemed a little surprised, but Then she relaxed again, she held the hem of the skirt, took a look at Qing He, passed by gracefully and calmly, like a normal person.

Qinghe pretended not to understand anything, turned and went into the bathroom.

There was someone else in the women's bathroom, a man, pulling up his trousers and zipping them up.This man is quite handsome, he is in his twenties, he is a second-tier movie star, and his reputation on the Internet is not bad. A year ago, he made a literary film that was relatively popular, and he won some kind of best actor. .

Qing He recognized this face and knew who he was, but after entering, she still pretended not to see it, turned on the faucet to wash her hands, and straightened her hair in front of the mirror.

The male star had a red mark on his left face, he had been severely beaten, his expression was numb, as if what he had just done was not too normal, not worth mentioning.He didn't even look at Qinghe, he wasn't worried about being exposed or spread, dressed neatly, went to the sink and washed his hands, then took out two pieces of paper, wiped his hands slowly, so hard that he wiped the crevices of his fingers Red, then threw away the tissue and folded out.

Qinghe looked sideways, and caught the figure from the corner of her eye, until she couldn't see it completely, then straightened her back and shook the water drops on her hands.

This group of people is really messy, the surface is bright, but the inside is already rotten.

A series of small episodes failed to bring any impact. The party in the club has just begun. Dim lights, gorgeous dresses, and restlessness hidden in the body. Always ready to shoot.

Qinghe had nothing to do, so she found a quiet place to smoke, stayed alone, and spent almost an hour outside before returning.

There are more people in the club than before, and now is the noisiest time. Men and women gather together, all with smiles on their faces, and their wine glasses intertwined, adding to the atmosphere of this nightclub.

The host Qi Rui'an came to the stage and said a few words, to the effect that everyone is welcome to come, and thank all friends for giving him two points of noodles. In short, it is just going through the motions.

After Qi Rui'an stepped down from the stage, the woman in the chest-length dress smiled and handed Qi Rui'an a glass of champagne, chatting with each other.

The woman is quite strong, and she runs an entertainment company. This time, it was Wen Ning who helped Qi Rui'an win over this person in the circle.

Qinghe didn't know about this, but she still had sharp eyesight, and she could see that the middle-aged woman was not easy. She was half-hidden in the corner, and didn't go to join in the fun, and inadvertently found the male star in the bathroom standing not far away.

The male star is lonely and no one cares about him.Anyway, it is a second-line, and it is embarrassing to be reduced to this point.

Qinghe doesn't have the leisure to sympathize with others, no matter how poor the second line is, no matter how angry he is, that is the path he chooses, exchanging self-esteem for fame and money, that's how the deal is.

She went back to the bar and ordered another Cuba Libre.

The party ended in the early morning, and the wine bottles were empty and messy everywhere.Once the person is gone, all that remains is emptiness and decadence.

On the car back to the hotel, Qing He leaned his head back on the seat, closing his eyes and resting all the way, as if he was very tired.

I made two trips during the day, made a few noises in the hotel, attended a party at night, and drank alcohol. I didn’t pretend to be tired. I really didn’t have the energy to toss around.

The car went downstairs to the hotel, entered the room, took a shower, and fell asleep on the bed.

She didn't communicate with Wen Ning much tonight, and now she is even more reticent, and she is ashamed, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Wen Ning thought she had drunk too much and didn't pay much attention, so she turned off the light and went to bed after cleaning up, and lay down next to her.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Wen Ning asked, leaning closer to the side, still smelling of alcohol on his body.

This person has been socializing tonight, drinking one cup after another, as if he wouldn't get drunk.

Qinghe will not lose her temper just because of a phone call, she put her arms around the other party, she asked softly: "The smell of alcohol is so strong, how much did you drink tonight?"

Wen Ning pressed up and kissed her neck, "Not a lot, it's okay."

Qing He raised her chin, hugged the man's back, and was inexplicably distracted.She emptied her mind, didn't think deeply about the words she heard tonight, she just lost control for a moment, and she couldn't help but wander off, completely out of state, and didn't even pay attention to what Wen Ning said next.

After a while, her mind returned to her original position, and she kissed Wen Ning's ear for no reason, her hands tightened, and she whispered: "Boss Wen, how many people have come over to mess with you tonight?"

Wen Ning was startled, and said honestly, "I didn't pay much attention."

Gently twisting this man's waist, Qinghe said: "You attract bees and butterflies..."

Wen Ning bit her collarbone, humming lightly.

A night destined to sleep well, spent without wind or waves.

The next day was cloudy but still hot.The ticket back to Nancheng is in the morning, first class, two to three hours one way.

Contrary to the dreary weather in G city all year round, the climate in Nancheng at the same time is cool, with the breeze blowing and the sun warm, making it very comfortable to walk lazily on the street.

Uncle Yang had been waiting at the airport for a long time, and when they arrived, he helped them carry their luggage and drove home. They were greeted with a sumptuous and delicious lunch.

Qinghe never mentioned the word "Anran", even Qi Rui'an didn't mention it, but Wen Ning accidentally said it at the dinner table, saying that Qi Rui'an was looking for good seedlings recently, poaching everywhere, and planned to Cultivate a few capable facades.

In the afternoon, Wen Ning went to the company, and Qing He went to Xihe Street to find Ye Xilin, each of them had something to do.

The following days were dull, the wife and wife worked separately, you were busy with yours, I was busy with mine, it was no different from before, Qing He didn't take the initiative to find Wen Ning, and Wen Ning also concentrated on the work of the company.

Qinghe continued to live in the old house, compose and write songs during the day, sleep in bed at night, and help Ye Xilin guard the store when he is free, and sold a few CDs.

Qi Er brought his wife over to treat Qing He and Ye Xilin to dinner, and dropped by to show off his newly bought guitar, a new guy worth 2 yuan. He opened it, and after the meal, he was chattering and complimenting his wife endlessly, so verbose that it was annoying.

Qinghe drank two small bottles of beer at the dinner table, lying on the bed at night with a stomach ache, fiddled with her phone all night, and only fell asleep at dawn.

The small competition on Friday went well, and Qi Er was invited to be the guitarist.The organizer of the competition is a bar. The owner of the bar is doing this to attract customers. The prize money is not much, No. 1 is only 5000 yuan.

The slow train won the first place without any accidents, and the bonus was [-] to Qi Er, and the remaining Qing He and Ye Xilin were [-] each.

Not going home for a few days, Qinghe hesitated whether to go back, but before he had time to think clearly, a trouble came first.

The trouble is related to the empty sound, which has been fermented on the Internet for two or three days, but they don't know anything about it, they don't know anything, and it took a long time to click on the relevant topic to figure out the cause and effect.

In short, Kongyin lost the game, and the fans were heartbroken, and they poured into the official blog to give comfort. That night, an insider broke the news on a forum, saying that someone opened the back door of this game and used unfair means to compete. It didn’t take long for the post-punk aesthetic and the slow train were turned upside down, and all kinds of false rumors emerged.

Someone dug up the game video of the day for comparison, and made a so-called professional analysis, pointing out how bad the slow train and the post-aesthetic post-punk scene were, and criticized "Followme" as rock trash, and the post-aesthetic post-punk scene is a dick. Not nutritious.

Although this "analysis" did not mention the Kong Music Group, but after the incident was spread on the Internet, a "kind-hearted" industry insider stepped forward and commented on the performances of Kong Yin and the fourth and fifth performances. After a pass, his words were sharp, and there were praises and criticisms. At first glance, he was quite fair.

Some netizens don’t know music theory or arrange music, but they are quite good at expressing opinions. With the keyboard in hand, the eloquence is a thousand-word personal opinion. The whole article has one meaning-"I think empty sounds are better. "

The development of the situation here is not serious, it's just a small-scale fight, no big deal, but the bad thing is that He Yuying posted a specious Weibo on the second night, which directly angered Kongyin's fans.

He Yuying's long Weibo post didn't name names, but said in a roundabout way that she went to be a judge of a certain competition last week, and felt that the singing style of a certain band was too popular, not enough rock and roll, and lacked flavor. If you can stick to your heart, you can create better works.

He Yuying's statement is not wrong, it is indeed the truth. At that time, Kongyin was questioned by other bands. To put it bluntly, the style was too popular. Catering too much to the tastes of the masses, rocking for rock'n' roll's sake, has no connotation at all.

The music market prefers saliva songs, the more popular the easier it is to spread, but this is not the only consideration in the competition. The jury listens to this song from a more professional perspective and prefers things with a sense of hierarchy.

But the fans of the empty music team don't understand this. Netizens who eat melons don't think it's a big deal, and they all go to the bottom of He Yuying's homepage to find trouble. clean and so on.

He Yuying has been in the music scene for so many years, and the fan base cannot be underestimated. Since then, the two sides have been fighting each other, and even fights have become trending searches.

Qinghe clicked on the hot search and looked at it. It was full of people from the two parties who brought topics to fight each other. Fans of Kongyin accused He Yuying of selling old qualifications and bullying newcomers. He Yuying's fans ridiculed Kongyin's incompetence and only bought marketing and drafts.

Qinghe didn't like to read these things very much, so she flipped through them casually, and found several different comments in the real-time Weibo of the square.

——It’s all about slow trains.

A netizen insinuated that the lyrics of "Followme" are too low, and the translation is a little yellow song. It is disgusting to play around the edges, and it will do anything to gain attention.

Another netizen found the gossip from nowhere, and broke the news that Qinghe and Ye Xilin were having an affair.

I don’t know if I saw the complaint from the netizen in front of me. Someone with a heart played a good show, deliberately misinterpreted the lyrics of "Followme", and then pushed behind the scenes to put the label of Xiao Huangge on this song.

Due to this wave of disguised publicity, Slow Train's Weibo fans have increased rapidly, directly from 2 to more than [-]. Among them, there are many people who eat melons, and there are also netizens who appreciate their songs.

The debate on the Internet will be over after reading it, and it will subside after two days. Qing He is not concerned about this, and Ye Xilin is also indifferent. Knowing this, no one will pay attention to it afterward.

They are all strangers across the network cable, there is a lot of noise on Weibo and forums, but in reality there is nothing wrong with them, and no one knows them when they go out.

Sure enough, in less than two days, this wave of enthusiasm was replaced by another celebrity's cheating incident, and almost no one paid any attention to it.

Even though there were posts on the Internet that revealed that the two members of Kongyin were teammates with Qinghe, and that the Xichao band was revealed back then, it did not make too much splash.And this post was quickly deleted, I don't know if it was deleted by Neon PR, after all, the rumors in the post are not conducive to the influence of Deng Heng and Zhou Xi, and selling friends for glory is not a glorious past.

Black and red are also red. With the popularity, there is a difference. In the next few days, the slow train received two performance invitations, both of which were invited by local bars to sing, and a high price of 4000 yuan was offered for one night.

Ye Xilin turned down the invitation, he didn't want to go, he didn't want to be a monkey on stage and be watched by others.

Qinghe has no ambition, and feels sorry for the loss of 8000 yuan.

The two still sang at Cape No. [-], and the bar owner gave them a salary increase, but they sang one or two nights a week, and the total amount was still less than [-] a month.

On Monday, Qinghe went back to Jiangting and stopped by to have a look.

Wen Ning was at home, as was the old man, but Shi Nianying and Wen Encheng were not there.Uncle Yang was happy, he was happy all day long, and even cooked the meal himself, and had two drinks with the old man happily in the evening.

Qinghe doesn't drink, just sits and eats, without any sense of presence.

At night, when the old man left, the wife and his wife went upstairs and entered the room.

While Wen Ning was packing up his clothes and preparing to take a shower, Qing He asked for no reason: "Aren't you going out for two days?"

Wen Ning unbuttoned his clothes and asked, "Where are you going?"

Qing He didn't raise her head, and said casually: "Work, I was so busy a while ago, I didn't see a single person every day, and I haven't been on a business trip recently?"

Wen Ning said: "These two days are not busy."

Qing He muttered, opened his lips slowly, and swallowed the words back, "Oh."

It was getting late, Wen Ning went to the bathroom to wash up, and then came out to hurry up and deal with the rest of the work during the day.

Qing Hewo lay motionless on the bed, lowered her head to swipe back and forth on the phone screen, tightened and loosened her thin white fingers, and finally hooked her ears and hair as if nothing had happened, and went to drink water with her slippers on.

Life at home is difficult, and it is also difficult in the old house.

Ye Xilin bought a batch of new goods, some of which were albums bought from foreign markets, and some of them were old tapes and records obtained with the help of friends. These things cost a lot of money and emptied most of Ye Xilin's net worth, but they were sold. It also makes money, and the profit margin is large.

Now that the material conditions have improved, everyone has begun to pursue spiritual enjoyment, and everyone loves classic old things.The old days are worth remembering.

Qinghe didn't have the heart to make new songs, so she gave herself two days off, laying dead on the beanbag from morning to night, listening to songs or playing games, staying at home until she grew hairy.

Ye Xilin threw a pack of cigarettes to her, and finally saw that something was wrong with her, and asked concerned: "I'm listless, what's wrong, something happened?"

"No, I just don't want to move." She stuffed the cigarette in her trouser pocket, crossed her long white legs, and hung the flip flops on her thumbs. She was so lazy that she couldn't speak.

Ye Xilin said bluntly: "I had a fight with Boss Wen."

She didn't deny it, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Ye Xilin didn't ask any more questions. He sat on the high stool and lit a cigarette. While smoking, he looked at her dead state thoughtfully. After a while, he said, "No prospect."

She squinted at him and ignored him, as if she was deaf and unable to hear.

Ye Xilin walked over and picked her up.She resisted, "Why are you..."

Ye Xilin said, "Go for a walk."

"I'm not going," she said.

The other party didn't listen, and pulled her out.

Xihe Street is cold and cold, there is only dust all over the street at noon, and everywhere is desolate and deserted.The two went to a nearby stewed meat shop to buy food, and Ye Xilin treated them.

"Does your leg still hurt?"

Qing He suffocated a lot of energy in her heart, and replied: "It's been fine for a long time."

Ye Xilin yelled, "If you're okay, don't act like this."

"How?"

"Like being abandoned."

Qing He wanted to defend, but he couldn't open his mouth. After a long while, he said stiffly: "I want you to take care of it."

Ye Xilin said, "I don't care about you."

It's always good to have a quarrel with someone, to let off steam.No matter how ugly the words are, speaking them out as a friend is not a bad word, and it's over if you show off your lips.

The next day turned from sunny to cloudy, the sun was warm and the weather was fine.

As soon as Qing He woke up, his card had an extra 2 yuan, and the magazine paid his salary, but it was still paid on the basis of full attendance.The immediate superior sent a message to the finance department, approving paid leave, no need to work, but the salary is still paid.

Don't take this money for nothing, she will take it all as it is ordered, and then use the bonus from last time and the wages from the bar to pay off the debt, and send 3 yuan to Wenningka.

24, 21, and [-] left.

Pay off the debt twice in one month, never before.

Wen Ning sent a WeChat message.

"?"

She ignored it, and replied bluntly after a while: "Repay the money."

The chat interface shows that the other party is inputting, but there is no message sent for a long time. There should be something wrong. The display on the top of the screen has changed to a note, and finally it is calm.

After waiting for ten minutes, it was still the same, and there was no movement.

Looking at the phone whose screen dimmed little by little until it was completely locked, Qing He suddenly thought of something.

After a long time, the other party explained: "I have something to do, let's talk about it later."

She didn't ask any more, and didn't wait for this "later".

Qi Ryan mentioned a time on the phone that day, saying it was Wednesday night.

Today is Wednesday.

The light outside the window is bright, and the scenery on the street is just right.

In the afternoon, two customers came to the store, and two orders were made. Ye Xilin proposed to eat sukiyaki in the evening, and planned to invite some friends.

Qinghe responded casually and helped to take care of the cash register.

But 2 minutes later, she regretted it again, and suddenly picked up her bag and walked out, her figure hurried.

Ye Xilin looked puzzled, "Where are you going?"

"I have something to do, let's go out for a while." She turned her head and said, after thinking about it, she said loudly, "You go to eat tonight, I should not go!"

She left in a hurry and didn't bring everything with her. There was only a mobile phone in her bag and nothing else.Ye Xilin yelled from behind, she didn't look back, and walked out straight away, resolute and decisive.

Qinghe couldn't figure out what she was thinking, but she had a strong feeling somewhere that she should go back today.As for what to do and who to go to, she hasn't made up her mind yet, anyway, she just needs to go back to Jiangting first.

It was the rush hour, and the road was quite congested. Turning out of Xihe Street, other places were full of traffic like a long queue.

The car was moving too slowly, grinding one's nerves inch by inch, and there seemed to be no end to the road.

Qing He turned her head to look out of the car window, looking at the ginkgo trees on both sides of the road.

The ginkgo leaves in this season have not yet turned yellow, and the green leaves are hanging on the branches. They are lush and dense, and the whole street presents a vibrant scene.

The taxi was listening to the radio broadcast, and the host played an Eason song to overdo it.

"All the stimuli left behind the weary pain

no more indifference”

"..."

The road is very long, and I don't know how long it took before I can finally get off.

Cars cannot drive into Jiangting, and the rest of the road can only be walked.

Qing He called Wen Ning, but no one answered.

Walking to the door of the house, the other party called back.

There are noisy voices on the other end of the phone.

Qing He spoke first, and asked bluntly: "Going to the airport?"

Silence over there, for a while, hum.

Qinghe hangs up the phone.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the wall, and a zigzag line slanted in the distance, dividing the ground into two.

One side is full of sunshine, and the other side is only gloomy.