no ambiguity

A rain doesn't last long, and it stops after ten minutes. It's cold at night, and the coolness goes straight to the bone.Wen Ning caught up with Qing He, but to no avail. Some things cannot be resolved face to face.

Qinghe left Jiangting and disappeared for several days. Not only did he not answer the phone calls from people here, no matter whether it was Wen Ning, Uncle Yang, or even Qi Rui'an, they didn't even come back to move things in person, or let Qi Er and the others Come and get it.

She is an independent adult, no one can limit her decision and freedom, where to go, who to see, all depends on her, no matter how much you force her.

Wen Ning was quite reasonable, and didn't push her too hard. He only went to Ye Xilin to find someone, and didn't go to Flying Culture.When the incident got to this point, neither side calmed down. Going to the other party's workplace to block people is extremely unacceptable, it will only make the situation more embarrassing.

Qinghe is not in Xihe Street, did not seek refuge with Ye Xilin or other friends, her whereabouts are uncertain.She lived in a hotel, didn't have much luggage, and put everything else in the recording studio.

Except for Brother Yu, she no longer has personal contact with anyone related to Wen Ning, especially Qi Rui'an.If it wasn't for work, she wouldn't even want to see Qi Rui'an, she just wanted to find a place of her own to stay.

Fortunately, Wen Ning didn't ask Qi Rui'an for help, and didn't let others get involved in this.

After all, personal feelings can't be discussed in the open, no matter what, this is a matter between the two of them, and other people's intervention will only make the original situation more chaotic.

Over at Flying Culture, the filming of the MV is already in full swing, and Brother Yu is so busy that he can't wait to tie the band members to their belts for follow-up work at any time.

The new album of Slow Train has been put into publicity for a long time, and now it is just a fire, and it must be burned.

Under normal circumstances, an album will have at least one MV released in conjunction with the title song. This thing is equivalent to a facade, and it cannot be too sloppy. The current audience has high requirements, and it is not easy to fool around and buy it—although the band’s first There is no charge for an album.

The domestic music market is quite different from that of foreign countries. Not to mention unknown bands, some well-known singers dare not easily release digital albums for a fee.Charging means actively narrowing the audience, and the loss outweighs the gain. After all, the main profit of making music is almost not related to the album, but the performance and derivative value.

The plan of Flying Culture is to use the first album to open up the market, create a larger base, first push the slow train to the ears of the audience, open the way, and then release entities, hold performances, etc. will not be a problem.To put it simply, it is necessary to show strength and let the public know the band.

Qinghe is depressed, not as energetic as before.

Both Ye Xilin and Qi Er could see that something was wrong, but they didn't interfere with her too much.Ye Xilin asked a few questions in private, worried that something would happen sooner or later.

Because he had just helped move things to Jiangting, Ye Xilin roughly guessed that it must be related to Wen Ning, so he asked, "What's the matter with Boss Wen?"

Qinghe has been a bit addicted to smoking recently, and she also smokes outside.

The two were breathing on the roof, and she lit the cigarette after standing for a while. When she heard Ye Xilin's question, she didn't say a word, but pretended not to hear. Raising his eyelids, he asked, "Brother Yu said, where are you going to shoot the MV?"

"Muxi Town," Ye Xilin said, "we will leave in the morning of the day after tomorrow."

She bit her cigarette and nodded, her eyes were a little scattered, she didn't know what she was thinking.It seems that he is preoccupied, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

For Ye Xilin's question, he skipped it and still didn't answer it.

Ye Xilin took the cigarette case away from her hand, opened it to look, and found that there were only two cigarettes left in the one pack she bought yesterday.

"Shut less, the throat needs to be improved."

Qinghe took back the cigarette case and hummed perfunctorily.

Seeing that she really didn't want to talk about it, Ye Xilin didn't want to ask further, he probably knew that this time he was serious, and he didn't just talk like before and just let it go.

After all, he is an outsider in this relationship and has no right to intervene.Ye Xilin hesitated for a while, and only patted Qinghe on the shoulder, reminding softly: "Don't be late the morning after tomorrow, come here early."

Qinghe took down the cigarette from his mouth, held it between his fingers, and nodded indifferently, "I know."

The top floor was empty and quiet, and there were only the two of them on the roof. When the temperature dropped, the wind was strong above, blowing intermittently.

Not long after staying there, Brother Yu called to find someone, and went down again after a while.

Before shooting the MV, Qing He went to the hospital to visit Meng Zhi alone.

This was the first time she came here alone after she got married. She bought some supplements without prior notice.

Meng Zhi's condition is better than the last time I came here. Compared with the thinness at the beginning of the treatment, her face is not so pale, she has barely grown flesh, she is recovering well, and has been taken good care of.

The ward is a single room, and the shift nurses are always there, and there are people from the Meng family, including Meng Zhi's cousin.

Qinghe is not familiar with these people at all, and they can only chat politely with each other when they meet, and basically focus on Meng Zhi, and have nothing else to say.

You can't come here empty-handed, you have to express that she gave that cousin some money in private.

Cousin doesn't want it, on the surface it's okay.

"Zhizhi is also a child of our family, so what do you do when you see others like this, just put it away, don't be like this."

That being said, the money was paid in the end.

Ten red notes, equivalent to a week's wages.

The cousin was very knowledgeable, poured Qinghe a glass of water, and then used the excuse to go out to buy food, so as to give the two sisters a space to communicate alone.

Meng Zhi was half lying on the bed, and saw his cousin walking away, so he muttered angrily: "Why give him so much, do you have money to burn?"

Qing He peeled an orange and handed it over. She didn't bother to explain to the debt collector what is sophistication, she just asked, "Have you read a book recently?"

Meng Zhi pulled down the quilt on his chest, took the orange again, and replied: "Look, it hasn't fallen at all."

Glancing at the little girl's white lips due to illness, Qing He said: "Don't put so much pressure on yourself."

"No," Meng Zhi said, looking quite energetic, "Anyway, I have nothing to do, and reading is just a way to pass the time."

Qing He stepped forward to help tuck the quilt. Although she said caring words, her attitude was not intimate enough, without the warmth and tenderness of ordinary family members.After finishing this, she cleaned up the messy table next to her, and said, "Just don't be too tired, and you can study when you can be discharged from the hospital."

Stuffing a piece of orange into his mouth, Meng Zhi was speechless for a while, following Qing He's figure from the corner of his eye.After a long time, she intentionally or unintentionally said, "Is the band signed with a company?"

"Ah."

"Which company?"

Qinghe said: "It was just established, the flying culture."

Meng Zhioh said, "I seem to have seen it online."

She doesn't answer.

Meng Zhi said again: "I watched your game video yesterday, and I also listened to the band's new song."

Qinghe picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

Meng Zhi blinked, "Did you sign a new member? Brother Jiang Zi, where did he go?"

Qinghe's expression remained the same, "Let's go."

"Retired?"

"Ah."

"He didn't tell me." Meng Zhi said, "I just called him two days ago."

Broken children still "do not change their nature", which pot does not open and which pot is lifted, and they will have nothing to say.Obviously, I have read the news on the Internet, and know that the slow train has a newcomer and which company he signed, but he still asks the question knowingly, and has to add trouble to others.

Qinghe turned a deaf ear to it and packed things by herself.

Meng Zhi leaned his back against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, as if he was resting his mind, opened them again after a while, turned his head to look to the side, and suddenly asked: "Are you really married?"

Qinghe's subordinates are stagnant.

"Sister Xilin told me last time," Meng Zhi said, "I thought she was lying to me, but I didn't believe it."

After reacting slowly for a while, Qinghe pursed her lips, neither admitting nor denying it.

Meng Zhi was really annoying, so he asked directly: "Who paid the medical expenses before?"

Qing He clenched her hands tightly, not really wanting to talk about Wen Ning, but after thinking about it for a while, she still replied: "Ye Xilin also told you?"

"I guessed it myself." Meng Zhi lowered his head and pulled the quilt.

Some things are always superficial, and there is no need to speculate too much.I have no money, the friends around me have no money, and suddenly get married again, who else can I have besides the marriage partner?Meng Zhi is 21 years old anyway, he is not a child, how can he not understand, his mind is clear.

Not only that, she could also see that Qing He was hiding something, obviously unhappy.No matter how stable Qing He's mood is, no matter how calm he pretends to be, his eyes can't deceive anyone, and it was revealed as early as when he entered the door.

Qinghe didn't say anything for a long time, raised her hand and hooked her ear hair, and then said: "It's all borrowed money."

There is borrowing and repayment, not who gives to whom.

It is very clear.

Lowering his eyes, Meng Zhi didn't ask any more questions, and became taciturn.

My cousin will be back in half an hour, the band still has work, so Qinghe didn't stay here for long.Meng Zhi got off the hospital bed and wanted to send her out, but she walked away first.

The business of the company is not urgent and irrelevant.

Flying Culture helped the band negotiate several copyright cooperations. A program team wanted to buy the short-term use rights of "You, You". Brother Yu asked Qinghe to go back and sign as soon as possible, and left the process before shooting the MV.

Although "You, You" is Qinghe's personal song, the money is still paid according to the band's contract.Small copyrights are sold cheaply, but the advantage is that the quantity is considerable, and there are still [-] to [-] in the hands of individuals.

The company has a clear understanding of the band's positioning. This kind of saliva song is enough, and it can't be caught for crazy marketing. Enough is enough, otherwise it will be counterproductive and not conducive to the promotion of the new album.

Qinghe doesn't have much opinion on the company's decision-making, so Brother Yu will go back as soon as he informs him.

In the few months since the band signed the contract, except for the initial performances, the band has not received much money so far. If there is no company reimbursement, the situation of the three of them will be very embarrassing. Now it is just a superficial situation.

It is also good to earn some money by selling copyrights, Qing Gao cannot be eaten as a meal.

After dealing with the contract, Brother Yu asked him to go upstairs for a meeting. The people from the company were still waiting and wanted to explain to them the specific arrangements for tomorrow.Ye Xilin and Qi Er had already left, and she was the only one missing.

Qinghe only went up.

At the door of the conference room, Qi Rui'an rarely showed up, accompanied by an old acquaintance.

Qinghe didn't even look at each other, as if she didn't know each other at all, she just passed by.

Colder than strangers.

Wen Ning stood there, not listening to what Qi Rui'an was saying, his eyes followed her until the door of the meeting room was closed, and a glass door separated the inside and the outside.