no ambiguity

Because of the unfamiliarity, Qing He didn't know anything about Xie Anran's past, she always thought that Xie Anran was hit by someone in the car accident, but unexpectedly hit someone else, and even killed her.When she heard this sentence, she paused, something flashed through her mind, and she vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Hit someone to death, went abroad to hide for five or six years...

hit and run?Or is there another secret?

Qing He frowned, always feeling that he could almost see through some deeply buried truths.Just thinking about it, a hand was stretched out from behind to pat her on the shoulder, and she came back to herself suddenly.

Qi Er asked puzzledly: "What are you thinking about? I'm lost in thought while standing."

The blue skirt and the black skirt had already walked a few steps away and gone elsewhere.

"What's wrong?" Qing He asked.

"Brother Yu is looking for you, tell me to meet a producer." Qi Er said, pointing to the front left, "There, go quickly."

Brother Yu, the manager of the band, is a man in his 30s, with a medium build and an ordinary appearance, but he is a good person. He has contacts and resources in his hands. He is quite shrewd and has a sharp mouth.

The purpose of letting Qinghe meet the producer is definitely to make connections, and all the social interactions tonight are paving the way for the future.The band intends to develop soundly, and it is impossible to rely on the three of them alone. In the future, there are still many places to ask for help, especially during the album release period, composing and writing lyrics, shooting MV, post-production, etc. It is always more convenient to have professional help.

Qinghe responded, glanced over there, and stepped forward without haste.

The process of the charity dinner is not complicated, it will not exceed three hours before and after, and the fundraising activities are the highlight.The generous host first made an introduction on the above, and then expressed his gratitude to many caring people for their charitable deeds and donations. At the end, he also invited several men and women who donated a lot to come on stage to give their speeches.

Wen Ning was among them, and so was Qi Rui'an.

This charity event is mainly aimed at girls out of school in mountainous areas, and focuses on supporting education. Wen Ning is the one who donated the most, the only one with eight figures, followed by Qi Rui'an's 500 million.Both donated individually, unlike others who donated in the name of businesses or teams.

Now that it's here, the slow train still has to express itself, but the related work is handled by Brother Yu.The three members of the team have no money, the expenditure is paid by the flying culture, and the signature is also the flying culture first.

Qing He met the young and promising producer, and quietly listened to Wen Ning's speech in the audience.

Xie Anran left early and did not stay here for long.

The banquet ended at [-] o'clock in the evening, Qing He didn't leave with Qi Er and the others, he used the excuse to take a taxi back by himself, and quietly waited outside for Uncle Yang to drive over.

The wife and wife got into the car one after the other, and went back to Jiangting together.

There was a delay when the dinner was over, and it was almost early morning when I got home.

At night, Qinghe dreamed again about the day Qingzijun had an accident.

It rained too much that night, and when she and Meng Zhi rushed to the hospital, it was already too late to see Qing Zijun.

The door of the operating room opened and closed, and the medical staff came out and went in again.Finally, the tall and thin male doctor walked up to her, with a tired face, and said helplessly, "Please forgive me."

Qing Zijun happened at the intersection of Liulin Road, only half a street away from home.Normally, he wouldn’t take that route when he came home from get off work, but Meng Zhi said on the phone that he wanted braised pork, so he had to take a detour to buy it.

The rain was heavy, the sight was blocked, and the surrounding environment and the road could not be seen clearly. In addition, it was too dark at night, and Qing Zijun accidentally ran a red light... The scene was very tragic, blood was flowing all over the ground, and the heavy rain could not wash it away.

A lawyer was entrusted to deal with related matters.

The two parties were negotiating in a rented room on Chunjiang Road. The lawyer was talking about various terms and conditions. The person who ran the red light was responsible for the main accident, and the client had no fault of the supervisor...

Qinghe was indifferent, and when the lawyer finished speaking, she blinked her dry eyes, her lips turned white, and asked softly, "Why didn't that person come forward?"

The lawyer said: "Miss Qing, I think you haven't figured out the situation yet."

"My mother is dead."

"Ms. Qing is the main fault party in this accident, not our party."

……

The nightmare followed like a shadow, at four o'clock in the morning, Qinghe woke up startled, sweating all over his back.She moved too much after waking up, unable to control herself, her body convulsed violently, and she curled up into a ball.

Wen Ning, who was at the side, had a light sleep and woke up immediately.

The man hugged her, pulled her into his arms comfortingly, patted her on the back, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

She hugged Wen Ning's waist tightly, almost sinking herself into the other's arms, and it took a long time to adapt to it with lingering fear.The scene in the dream was too real, as if she had experienced it all over again, she was very dull, and after a long while, she replied: "No..."

It was just a nightmare, her voice was a little hoarse, and it seemed very uncomfortable to listen to.

Wen Ning turned on the bedside lamp, brushed away the hair sticking to her neck, and touched her face soothingly.

She belatedly buried her face in Wen Ning's collarbone, and whispered: "Wen Ning..."

"Ah."

"Wen Ning."

"I'm here." The man said softly.

It was half an hour after turning off the lights again and going to sleep, Qinghe recovered, changed into pajamas again and went back to bed.She was drenched in sweat, sticky and uncomfortable, but Wen Ning didn't pay much attention to it, as if she couldn't smell the faint smell of sweat, he hugged her to his chest to protect her without disgust.

For the next time, both of them slept lightly, half dreaming and half awake, and they didn't fall asleep until it was almost dawn.Fortunately, the next day's work was not busy, and both of them had nothing to do, so they could sleep until the sun was up.

The weather at the end of September is neither hot nor cold, and the climate tends to be warm.

The ginkgo trees in Jiangting gradually change color, from green to yellow, bit by bit.There are especially many apricot trees in this area. Around October is the best time to see apricot trees. Everywhere is yellow and the scenery is attractive.

After this time, Qing He didn't dream about those things again, her life was as peaceful as water, without any disturbance, her relationship with Wen Ning was still the same as before, without much change.

Perhaps it was thanks to the consolation that the two of them became closer, and Qing He no longer held them. Every time Wen Ning gave her something, she would carefully prepare a gift and return it back.

The two plan to spend the National Day alone, and plan to live a two-person world.

Wen Ning has no holidays, he is busy all day long, and his free time is only two or three days, so it is not suitable for long trips.Qinghe didn't even think about going out, she was planning to stay at home.There are too many tourists traveling during the long holidays, and the various scenic spots are crowded with people. It is meaningless to go there. At most, it is just wandering around. It is better to stay at home and do something else.

When Uncle Yang went back to his hometown, all the helpers and aunts were on vacation, so they were the only ones left at home.The two of them were busy during the day and had a good time at night, mostly in the study.

Wen Ning knows how to cook and is good at cooking. He can cook porridge, soup and stir-fry vegetables.It was rare for Qinghe to taste the handicraft of the big boss. He was fed three meals a day, and finally grew meat during the National Day.

"Are you fat?" she asked, feeling her up and down.

"No." Wen Ning said while kissing her, and grabbed her dishonest hand.

She is not shy, and always makes some embarrassing actions.Wen Ning is too serious, which often makes her feel uncomfortable.She had no skin or face, touched Wen Ning's ear, and asked knowingly, "Why is it so hot?"

Wen Ning didn't answer, just pulled her away.

She doesn't know how to be reserved, "Boss Wen, is this embarrassing?"

The holidays passed quickly, and the schedule after the National Day was quite crowded. The slow trains picked up a lot of work, and they needed to travel all over the country, and there were performances of all sizes.

Backed by the flying culture, the ascent speed of the slow train is very fast, so fast that the Neon side is afraid. "Westward Journey on Spring River Road" gave the band a certain foundation.

Kongyin is still following the marketing path, and from time to time, it takes the lead and makes a lot of noise, but so far there is no actual result.Recently, Neon Company learned the way of flying culture, and also let Kongyin go abroad to participate in the competition to win prizes. Unfortunately, the prizes are too watery, so they can only deceive laymen.After the National Day, Kongyin released a new song. The hype in the early stage was particularly intense, and the sales volume of the single was extremely high.

This group of people made the battle too big, and they couldn't stop the scene for a while. The evaluation on the Internet was polarized. Some people praised it passionately, thinking that Kongyin has a promising future, while others disdain and ridicule, calling the new song too bad, and it is rock trash.In this battle, some good people dragged the slow train into the water, either publicly praised or secretly criticized, or directly stepped on it.

Flying Culture ignored this, and let it buy the draft, resolutely ignoring it.

Brother Yu has a bad temper and doesn't like Nehong's style. He scolded in front of Qinghe and the others: "What kind of bullshit is number one? It's not bought with money, a bunch of shameless things."

Qinghe didn't feel deeply, and contributed a sales volume to Kongyin's new song.

In all fairness, that song is actually not bad, not as bad as it is said on the Internet, but it is not amazing, it is just a standard rock song.

Ye Xilin and Qi Er were also quite calm, they didn't pay much attention to the disputes on the Internet, and focused on their own affairs.Qi Er has made great progress recently, and the guidance of seniors in the Beijing circle is very useful, he has learned a lot.

As soon as the holidays were over, the band began working on their next single, non-stop.

Probably because life was too smooth, and the peaceful and comfortable days passed for a long time, Qinghe was subtly influenced, and slowly let go of some things and let go of his defenses.

She went to the cemetery alone, and then followed Ye Xilin into the hospital, and she no longer cared so much about the past.She didn't enter the ward, and gave all the things to Ye Xilin, and asked Ye Xilin to transfer them, while she waited outside.

The visit process was not particularly pleasant, and there was a little friction.

Meng Zhi was still annoying as always, the little debt collector didn't know she was here, and kept losing his temper at Ye Xilin, making trouble for no reason, still ignorant.

Qinghe sat on the stool, unmoved.

After ten minutes, Ye Xilin came out and went downstairs with her.

Walking out of the hospital gate, Ye Xilin pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Do you still not forgive her?"

She turned her head to look at it, and said calmly, "That's not the case."

Ye Xilin said: "No one wanted to do that, it was an accident."

She looked away, walked to the side of the road, and said, "I know."

Ye Xilin asked: "Go in and have a look next time?"

She didn't make a sound, remained silent for a long time, and said softly: "Let's see again, I don't know when I will be free."

Ye Xilin's lips moved, trying to say something, but he stopped after all.

Qinghe raised her hand to stop a taxi, opened the car door, pursed her lips, and said, "If you didn't take a detour, nothing would happen."

Ye Xilin was indisputable.

——"I didn't even see my mother for the last time."

"Actually, I don't blame her."

"I don't know who to blame."