no ambiguity

Autumn in Nancheng comes too slowly. First, the ginkgo leaves turn yellow, and then the temperature drops sharply. The breeze wraps the fine dust in the air and rolls all the way to the streets and alleys.

The preparatory work for the recording of the album was complicated. From the day after the meeting, manager Yu Ge called Qinghe several times a day, and from time to time made an arrangement or reminded her what to do immediately.

Qinghe is so busy that her feet don't touch the ground, the company and the villa are two o'clock and one line, she goes out early in the morning, and comes back after ten o'clock in the evening, and she doesn't even take care of the meal.

Although this is not the first time to release an album, the three members of the team still have some experience, but after all, it is the first album of Slow Train, and they still cherish this opportunity.When the juncture is approaching, everyone is a little nervous. Is it different from before? Now it’s not a trivial matter, just record it and sell it, and it’s over. To make such a big battle, it must be aimed at the public. It’s unknown how the sales will be at that time. .

Brother Yu is more responsible, and he will talk to them in private, let them focus on recording and finish the work, don't worry about the rest, the company will take care of the publicity or sales.At any rate, a lot of money and energy have been invested. This time, no matter what, they have to earn back a certain amount of money. With the strength of the three of them, they will definitely not be too bad. I still have confidence in this point of flying culture.

"Several seniors will come in a few days, and they will help you at that time, don't worry about it." Brother Yu said, "When someone comes over, you should try to discuss it, don't be too stubborn, and behave yourself. But also The figure is too low, treat it with a normal mind, just treat it as an ordinary colleague, and the two sides cooperate and are friends."

Seniors, the musicians and producers hired by the company are all famous professionals. For example, one of them once helped Faith Band make albums, recorded songs for many famous singers, and served as a guide.

These people were all invited by Qi Rui'an, and two of them were He Yuying's friends for many years.

But no matter how busy he was, two days later, Qing He went to the cemetery and brought Wen Ning with him.

The cemetery is in the suburbs, where Qing Zijun and Father Meng are buried together.The two cemeteries were bought in the year Meng's father died. The place is remote and cold, and it takes about two hours to drive there from the city.

Qing He seldom mentioned her family situation with Wen Ning. Before the marriage, she did talk about her deceased mother, but it was only a few words, and she never talked about the unpleasant past.

This was the first time she brought Wen Ning here, and it was also the first time she brought anyone other than Meng Zhi here.

The cemetery is desolate and deserted. Due to lack of care, there are many weeds growing on the path, which looks very desolate. At this time, there are few people who come to worship, and there are almost no other traces.

The morning dew was heavy, and the two of them walked over, the soles of their shoes became dirty, and the bottoms of their trousers were also wet.

Qinghe put two bouquets of flowers in front of the grave, one bouquet of chamomile and one bouquet of hyacinths.

Chamomile is the flower seed that Meng's father gave to Qing Zijun many years ago, and hyacinth is Qing Zijun's favorite flower. Every time she comes here, she will buy these two kinds.As for Meng's father, she lit a cigarette for him and put it there until it finished burning. Meng's father wanted to smoke, but Qing Zijun didn't like it, so he quit forcibly before getting married.When people are alive, they have such insignificant hobbies, but after death, they don't have to worry about it too much. Qinghe was quite open, and stood in front of his mother's tombstone to smoke for Meng's father.

Wen Ning squatted down together to help clean up around the tombstone.

"This is my mother, and the one next to me is my stepfather." Qinghe said, pointing to the portrait on the tombstone.

Both Qing Zijun and Father Meng in the portraits looked relatively young, and they used photos in which they were still in a good state of mind.

Qing He's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Qing Zijun in the photo, but the temperament of the two is very different.Qing Zijun is gentle and gentle, she can be seen as a good-tempered woman just from the photos, while Qing He is the opposite, surly and sharp, which has nothing to do with gentleness.

Wen Ning looked up, looking at Qing Zijun's photo.

Qinghe didn't pay much attention to this person, and continued to say: "I also have a step-sister who is a junior in Nancheng University."

Wen Ning lowered his eyes and said softly, "I haven't heard you say it before."

"I don't have a good relationship with her, not close." Qing He said, "She has been living on campus since she was in college, and she went back to Meng's house during the holidays, and she didn't stay with me."

In the first two or three years, they lived under the same roof. The Meng family didn’t want to be an oil bottle that could only eat rice. Moreover, Meng Zhi was still in high school at that time, and his daily expenses were not low, so they were unwilling to take over. Raising him, sending him to university, and taking over all the expenses, the Meng family softened their attitude.

It is human nature, there is nothing to blame for ordinary families who have spare money to raise other people's daughters.Qing He would not speak ill of the Meng family behind their backs, this time Meng Zhi fell ill, and they still went out of their way to help, which was considered okay.She had never mentioned Meng Zhi to Wen Ning, and when she first mentioned it, her words were relatively cold, as if she didn't care too much about the other party, but in fact she was still in the Xichao band, and Meng Zhi also followed.Meng Zhi helped the band arrange and write songs, and learned many things from her.

Wen Jing listened quietly, for a moment, and asked, "What major do you study?"

Qinghe said: "Business management."

Wen Ning said, "Same as you."

Qinghe smiled, "I'm just dawdling, with poor grades, and she's a top student, not at the same level."

She was not a well-behaved student since she was a child, her grades were low, and she barely got an undergraduate degree. She devoted all her attention to the band for four years in college, and never seriously studied for a day. In the end, she almost failed to graduate. How can she compare to Meng Zhi.Meng Zhi is very good at studying, and she passed the 985 exam easily, even being in a band didn't affect her good grades.

Wen Ning didn't answer, not sure if he didn't agree or what.

Qinghe said something else, but there was not a word.Chunjiang Road, Qingzijun, that home that only exists in memory... Maybe it's because of the situation, she talked a little bit today, rambling on and on.

It is a disgraceful thing to have a child out of wedlock in the [-]s. The elders of the Qing family left early, and the life of their mother and daughter has always been difficult, and it is commonplace to be pointed at.She fought with other children, and after returning home, she was picked up by Mr. Qingzi, jumping up and down to hide everywhere, and ran far away when she found an opportunity, and never went home after dark, so Mr. Qingzi was so angry.

"In fact, she is reluctant to beat me, just pretending." Qing He said, lowering her head and playing with the hyacinth in front of the tomb, "She expects me to become a talent, but I am not very up to date..."

Wenning paused, and stopped what he was doing.

But Qinghe didn't continue talking, just clicked to stop, almost enough.She stood up with a calm face, without any sadness or anything, as if an outsider told an irrelevant story.

Tomb-sweeping is just to take a look. The people buried in the ground are long gone, and it is useless to stay here for too long. The so-called worship is just the memory of the dead by the living.She didn't lose her composure and controlled her emotions.

After burning incense, it is time to go back and leave the cemetery.

On the way back, the two of them didn't talk much, Wen Ning was more silent than Qing He, until he was almost at the parking place, Wen Ning suddenly grabbed Qing He and hugged him.

Knowing that this was comforting herself, Qinghe was not used to it, so she didn't hug him back, and whispered: "What are you doing, let go."

Wen Ning didn't let go, and raised his hand to pat her on the back.

She gently pushed the man, indicating that it was time to go back.Ke Wenning said, "Don't move..."

She was stunned, but finally let it go.

The tomb sweeping was over, and shortly after, there was intense recording work. The company pressed hard to let the song be recorded and then the MV.

Although it is a ready-made song, the process before recording the song was not very smooth. Before the recording started, it was very annoying just to modify and adjust the original song.The musicians invited by the company are very assertive, with a lot of guidance and requirements, and they are always dissatisfied. Sometimes a piece of music is finalized and halfway through the recording, but it has to be changed halfway. Again.

Qinghe has poor patience and doesn't like this mode very much. She often fights with others. She is too stubborn, and she is extremely stubborn in music. She insists on using her original things and rarely backs down.

Thanks to the good temper of the seniors, they can bear her, otherwise there will be more troubles.

Brother Yu doesn't intervene in the production, and acts as a peacemaker in the middle, as long as there is no fight, he doesn't care.

He admired Qing He very much, and he had never seen such a stubborn musician in his career for many years.Sometimes stubbornness is a good character, and sincerity is always the most important thing. When making music, especially rock, you really can’t follow the market, otherwise what you make is just an assembly line product, which sounds boring.

Musicians and producers have their own considerations, but the three in the band also have their own ideas, so just reconcile slowly.

Even with only eight songs, the recording process can take as long as two or three months.During this period, except for shooting the MV, the three of them almost lived in the recording studio during the rest of the time, working like hell every day.

The three of them are the kind of "many things" people, they pursue perfection, they love to fight to the death, and if they are not satisfied, they will start all over again, over and over again, and they will never get bored.

Because she hadn't seen anyone for a long time, Qi Er's wife brought her daughter to visit, and came to give them food and reward everyone.

Compared with He He Mei Mei in other families, Qing He and Wen Ning are not so sweet. Every time they meet, they are at home, and if they don't go back, they won't be able to see each other.

On the day the song recording ended, Qing He went back again, but not for Wen Ning, but to see Uncle Yang——A Cheng has returned to China, and Uncle Yang will move out this week.

The MV will be recorded soon, and I may not have time to come back by then, so I will go home for dinner, which can be regarded as an early send-off.

She returned to Jiangting in the afternoon, Wen Ning was not at home, and went to see Shen Sui and Qi Rui'an.

Uncle Yang didn't know that she would come back, he was still packing his things.

Qinghe stepped forward to help, but didn't say that she came back to see him specially.

Uncle Yang still had a kind and kind face, not letting her get tired, "I'll come by myself, I'm fine, I've finally taken a vacation, you can rest for a while."

"I'll help you," Qinghe said, "it's not a tiring job."

Uncle Yang smiled and poured tea for her again, thinking that she came back temporarily, and explained: "Ah Ning is out and won't be back until later."

Qing He took the tea, "I called, she told me."

After all, he put the cup on the table and continued to help.

Uncle Yang didn't stop him anymore, and packed his luggage neatly.

He has lived here for many years, and there are many things in the room, many of which carry the memories of these years.Old things, old books, photo albums... There are several photo albums, but I didn't hold them steady when I moved them, and one of them fell on the ground.

Qinghe reacted quickly, and bent over to help pick it up first.

In the open photo album, there is exactly one page that is a group photo from the old days.In the photo, Wen's family, Xie's family, Shen's family, and even He Min are all there. Wen Ning is standing on the left of the center, and Xie Anran is standing next to her, holding her hand. The two look better than last time. That photo is still young, probably fifteen or sixteen years old.

It wasn't Qi Rui'an and the others standing next to them, these people were on the other side, even He Min stood aside, which shows how unusual it is.

The intimate pose was too dazzling, Qinghe stretched out her hand, but she froze the moment she saw the photo, she couldn't help curling her fingers, subconsciously wanting to avoid it.

Uncle Yang was stunned, he didn't expect this to happen, he stood on the spot slowly, and said after a while, "I'll just pick it up."

Qinghe regained consciousness, then picked up the photo album and handed it to him.

Maybe he knew something, or he was afraid of being discovered, Uncle Yang was very uncomfortable, he hesitated for a while and said: "In the past, several families took pictures together, Ah Ning..."

Qinghe interrupted, saying: "I know."

Uncle Yang pursed his lips, the expression on his face was complex and indescribable.

Qinghe was afraid that he would be too embarrassing, so she said: "I know who she is, Wen Ning has already told me about it, and I have already talked about it."

Maybe because he didn't expect her to react like this, Uncle Yang was slightly surprised, and seemed a little overwhelmed, and after a while, he said "Hey".He took the photo album and hesitated for a while to close it or not, but he still didn't say anything.

I don't understand why he is so embarrassing, Qinghe didn't understand it too much, but he still didn't ask too many questions.

It's just that Uncle Yang seemed to have misunderstood her words, and took the comfort as relief, thinking a little deeper.He turned around, piled up the photo albums for a long time, and said, "It's good that you can put it down."

Qing He didn't understand the deep meaning in the words, pursed her lips, and said forcefully: "It's all over, there's nothing to let go."

She kept other things and didn't talk much about them.Mostly she was still feeling uncomfortable, and after fiddling for a long time, she picked up the teacup and drank water again.

Uncle Yang was still sorting out the photo album, his figure was a bit stooped, he didn't even look at Qing He, as if he was pondering his words, sighed, and said helplessly: "No one can do anything about the accident back then, An Qi, she...she I also hurt a pair of legs, now you are willing to let it go..."

Snapped--

With a crisp sound, the cup fell to pieces.