no ambiguity

Both of them are very possessive people. From the beginning of their acquaintance to the present, there has been an almost morbid entanglement with each other. No one speaks, they don't care on the surface, they always take a step back and take a step forward. When it is quiet, it is stagnant water. There will be no waves, once it gets out of control, it will start a prairie fire, and it will be out of control.

This time, the fire burned the reason, and the love soaked into the limbs and bones, and went straight to the top of the head.

Qing He didn't stop, forcing Wen Ning to admit.

She responded to the other party's kiss, leaned on the man's shoulder, and whispered in Wen Ning's ear, bewitching people's hearts with straightforward words.

She set up a glaring trap, she stood in it first, and then used herself as a bait to pull Wen Ning into it.

Wen Ning turned her over and held her down, preventing her from moving.

She moved restlessly, but was held by the waist again by the other party, and pressed down hard.

Wen Ning pressed her down and replied, "I like it..."

She smiled softly, her red lips parted slightly, and she stood up to accept this man's kiss and Wen Ning's boundless love.

The lights above their heads were bright white, blinding people's eyes and making them dizzy.There is no end to the tranquility of summer night, but this place cannot be swallowed up alone. The closed room is a separate world.There are only two of them in this world.

Qing He closed her eyes, raised her arms to hug Wen Ning, rested her chin on the man's neck, and felt everything at this moment.After an unknown amount of time, she kissed Wen Ning tenderly on the ear, and said in a sentence-like tone: "You love me."

Wen Ning bowed his head and kissed the corner of her lips.

She said again: "Wen Ning, you love me."

Definitely, without a trace of doubt.

Wen Ning pinched her chin, forcing her to look at herself.

The lights stay on, and all hidden thoughts and emotions are exposed, and there is nowhere to hide.

At the end of the night, Qing He squeezed into Wen Ning's arms, wrapped her two thin arms around Wen Ning's waist, pressed against Wen Ning as if she had no bones, and whispered, "You hug me too."

Wen Ning hugged her and stroked her tattoo.

She was ticklish, and rested on Wen Ning's chest and moved around, her well-proportioned back was slightly arched, and she was half-lying on her stomach in a dependent posture.

Wen Ning tilted his head and kissed her temple hair, and whispered: "Take a break, don't move."

This was the happiest time in the past few days, and it was only when those words had an effect.Qing He raised her hand to touch the corner of Wen Ning's lips, felt the softness and warmth with her fingertips, squeezed the quilt tightly with her other hand, and moved it twice while clinging to Wen Ning without moving away, almost melting into each other It's the same.

Thinking of some recent events, she asked: "Did you introduce our band to Qi Ryan?"

Wen Ning didn't hide anything, and said, "He asked me first."

Qi Ruian also said the same thing. He asked Wen Ning first, and Wen Ning sent him the live video of the slow train, as well as the past performance experience of some team members, especially Qing He.

"He said you've seen my tour before." Touching the side of the man's neck, Qing He said, letting Wen Ning look at him.

Wen Ning does not deny this.

Qinghe asked again: "So you knew me a long time ago?"

Pulling her hand down to prevent her from groping, Wen Ning said, "We met before, but you probably don't remember."

Qinghe is not disciplined, making trouble in the quilt, Xinqi said: "Have you seen it? Where is it?"

I've seen it, of course it's the kind of face-to-face meeting, it's not just watching the performance on and off the stage and it's over.Qing He has no impression of Wen Ning at all. The first time she met in memory was at the villa. Wen Ning was with a half-race beauty at that time. She had a very bad first impression of her. How could she have expected so many interactions later on.

Wen Ning has seen Xi Chao's performance and remembered her, which is surprising enough. He co-authored and met her. It stands to reason that Qing He should remember her. After all, Wen Ning's good-looking face is amazing enough. Who has seen her? Will never forget.

Wen Ning said: "I have met a few times, but I didn't say anything."

Qinghe asked the bottom line, and insisted on finding out.

"One time it was in a bar..." Wen Ning said, holding her in his arms, putting his hands on her waist, and spoke slowly.

At that time, Qinghe was still in college, at the age of 21, and Xichao had just risen. In order to make money, except for competitions, the band had to run around almost every weekend. Deng Heng and Zhou Xi were one level younger than her. When these two were busy with their studies, they could only be supported by her and Jiang Zi. During the hardest period, they had to go to several venues a night, singing from [-] o'clock to [-] o'clock in the morning, and they were so tired that they were dying.

Wen Ning met Qinghe in a friend's bar, and drank with the enthusiasm of the boss, but Qinghe had no memory of it at all.It might be that the light in the bar was too dim, so I couldn't see Wen Ning's face clearly, or it might be that the time was too short, so I didn't look at him at all, in short, I didn't remember.

Qinghe has memories of that period of time, but when he thinks about it at first glance, his mind is full of the band, and his step-sister Meng Zhi, and nothing else.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" she asked, raising her arms and looking down at Wen Ning.

Wen Ning said softly, "I don't know what to say."

She didn't think deeply about it, and felt that it was an excuse, so she dragged her voice and said, "Just lie to me, how long have you known each other."

Wen Ning was quite serious, and said softly, "I didn't lie to you."

Qinghe still didn't believe it, but she didn't get too entangled.The topic after that was a bit off, Qinghe was out of tune, she talked nonsense when she was talking, she was thick-skinned, she didn't know how to write the word reserved, and she became more aggressive later, and even leaned into Wen Ning's ear to say something very Secret words.

At the end, he whispered intimately: "Do you like it?"

Wen Ning didn't respond, but the grip on her waist tightened.

She hooked Wen Ning's face and asked casually, "Boss Wen, why are you always so serious?"

The night was short, and the breeze rustled softly through the treetops.

After talking, getting along with each other has changed, and the distance between the two is gradually getting closer.

Following the company's arrangement, Qinghe went to City B with the band, participated in a small competition to warm up, and then returned to Nancheng to strengthen training, write songs, practice, and prepare for the competition.

At the beginning of September, under the leadership of the music manager, the band was fully prepared to go abroad to participate in the competition, and it took half a month to go.

The team and the company are the backing. Unlike the previous singles, this time with the support of the flying culture, all the processes after going abroad are very smooth. Except for the competition, the three members of the band don't have to worry about other things, whether it is registration or For other tasks, the company has helped to handle them properly.

This is not the first time Qinghe has participated in a large-scale competition. She is not stage frightened, and she is more at ease when she has a company. She can do whatever she wants.

As for Ye Xilin, this is a player who has made her way through competitions. The competition is her special event. Going abroad is just a different venue to perform, so there is nothing to fear.Only Qi Er in the team was inexperienced. He had never participated in such a large-scale competition, and he seldom even went abroad.

Different from the small circle in China, many of the bands participating in the competition are from major labels, and their backgrounds are far stronger than those of slow trains.

The so-called labels actually refer to music album publishing companies, and these companies often have their own music styles, such as Warner Music Group, Universal Music Group, Sony Music Entertainment, these are major labels.

Other than that, there are independent labels. Domestic music companies are basically independent labels, including Neon.A newly established record company like Flying Culture can also be called an independent label to some extent, but as far as the industry is concerned, it is not well-known, and it has not yet had its own style and has not been recognized.

The slow train after going abroad is just a drop of inconspicuous water, which will soon blend into the vast ocean.Overseas rock is much more mature and broad than domestic ones. After all, it is a culture born and bred on other people’s territory. There is a big difference at the root. When they go out to play rock and roll, it’s like foreigners singing opera in China. It’s hard to say what part they can get .

The competition is divided into groups, and the EMO style played by the slow train band is the best. The result is not bad, better than expected, the second.

It was possible to rush to the first place, but Qi Er was too nervous, and almost failed to keep up for a while, and finally relied on Ye Xilin's encouragement. No.1 is a local player, and he deserves his name. Others are really strong.

Flying Culture did not intend to let the slow train compete for the first place. The original plan was that it would be best to enter the top three. If not, you can also participate in other competitions, just come here to experience.The company's line for the band is not high. Considering that the trio has only been formed recently, they haven't had much experience with it, and as a guitarist, Qi Er's skills are not as good as those of the other two members. It is ideal to be in the top three. It worked out.

Being able to take second place in a big competition is still enough to blow a wave, at least it can stop the mouths of some who know the king.

That night, before the slow train returned to China, Flying Culture showed off on the official account, celebrating the award and taking the opportunity to promote the band.

This time it was lower-key than last time, there were not so many big celebrities leaving, and most of them were related musicians who expressed their congratulations. H&F magazine reposted this Weibo, and He Yuying only left a comment.Qi Rui'an still has a sense of propriety, knowing not to go too far, otherwise he will be hated.

Qinghe didn't pay much attention to these things. After the game, he was thinking about going back to his country, so he directly left Qi Er and the others behind and flew back to Nancheng first.

The plane was not a direct flight, and I changed planes halfway, and it was already too late to get to Nancheng.Uncle Yang didn't come to the airport, it was Wen Ning who came to pick him up.

Qing He was stubborn, and when she got into the car, she held her respect, and said specifically: "I didn't come back early to find you."

Wen Ning helped carry her luggage, combed her hair, and asked softly, "Are you tired?"

She got in the car and sat in the co-pilot's seat, and waited until Wen Ning put the suitcase up, and then said: "Fortunately, I slept on the plane for a long time."

There are flowers and gifts on the back seat of the car, and food and drinks are placed in front of the car, which can temporarily fill the stomach, all of which have been prepared long ago.

A certain person is very caring, he doesn't say nice words, but his actions are meticulous.

Qinghe thought a lot, took aim everywhere along the way, and noticed all these details.She pretended to be prudent, and didn't take out the small gift in her pocket. She didn't put the things on Wen Ning's fingers until she went home, went upstairs after eating and took a shower.

A silver ring, studded with diamonds, like an engagement ring.

Putting it on for Wen Ning, she held the other's hand not to let him see, pressed him against the glass door, kissed Wen Ning's hot and humid lips, and after a while, she smiled and said: "The result of the competition is not bad, I will give you a souvenir." , don't lose it."

Wen Ning felt what it was and touched it.

"it is good."

"It's not an engagement ring." Qinghe emphasized emphatically.

Wen Ning responded to her and said softly: "Yes, I know."

Let her do it next time.

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