no ambiguity

In the first ten days of February, a light snowfall fell on Nancheng, and thin layers were piled up one after another. Balconies, treetops, and high and low buildings in the distance were all shrouded in snow.The snow in the south is not as thick as that in the north, but due to the difference in climate, this rare white color is enough to excite the public. The local news also broadcast a report on the rare snowy day.

Qinghe couldn't take a good look at the snow, every day at two o'clock and one line, either at home or at the company, busy releasing physical albums.

Flying Culture works at a fast pace. It was only last week that it decided to release a physical album, and the official sales have begun in these two days.

Of course, these tasks were done in advance, and preparations were made before the release of the digital album, otherwise how could it be so fast.Although it took a short time, the quality of the record is absolutely excellent. From the packaging design to the accompanying peripherals, everything is remarkable and not perfunctory.

Thanks to the traffic dividend, the physical CD was launched for two days, and the sales volume exceeded [-], and the online and offline evaluation continued to rise.

As the manager of the band, Brother Yu was so happy that he woke up from sleep, and even paid out of his own pocket to send red envelopes to the band members and all related workers before New Year's Eve.

In the Internet age, the Internet is the medium of entertainment, and CDs are already on the verge of being eliminated. Few people will spend hundreds of dollars on this stuff.So for singers and musicians, those who dare to show their bodies are ruthless people. After all, it doesn’t matter if they don’t make money, and they are very likely to tear off the last fig leaf, or they will be ridiculed by the crowd.For music companies, the cost of physical CDs is high, and the investment is large, but the sales volume is far lower than that of digital albums, which is not a good deal.

Based on the belief that no matter how small a mosquito is, Flying Culture intends to take the opportunity to make a small profit during the high heat period. It was a surprise that the band could achieve such a good result.

In recent years, some popular singers have released entities, selling 10,000+ copies. At first glance, they can scare people, but many of them are sales after water injection. In fact, it is considered powerful to sell tens of thousands of copies.Slow trains are not as popular as these popular singers, and their fan base is far worse. Without water injection, they can really break through ten thousand in a short period of time.

The network traffic is high, and the physical sales are good. Naturally, the band's performance fee next year will also rise. It's not the Chinese New Year yet, and several companies have already come to offer quotations to grab people.

Brother Yu held a cigarette in his mouth, smiled and stretched out two fingers and said, "You are worth the price now."

With shallow eyelids, Qi Er asked stupidly, "Twenty thousand?"

Brother Yu was overjoyed, "Twenty thousand, is it so possible?"

Qi Er was stunned, his upper and lower lips trembled, and he said in disbelief, "20?"

Brother Yu nodded, "The price given by the previous company is still being negotiated, and it will probably be even higher when the negotiation is concluded."

Qi Er took a deep breath, feeling like he was dreaming, not quite real.

Qinghe and Ye Xilin were relatively calm, so it was no surprise to them.Especially Qinghe, the 20 appearance fee was completely in her expectation.

Although domestic rock and roll is a minority culture, as long as it can stand out, it must be the group that makes money. The appearance fee of 20 yuan is not high. It is normal for some bands to pay 60 to [-] yuan per performance, and even some bands that are active in front of the public can charge up to one million yuan per performance.

Only a few years ago, the Xichao band at that time had received high-priced appearance fees, but after deducting various costs, not many were distributed to individuals.Nowadays, slow trains have to share with the flying culture, and it is estimated that there are even fewer hands. It takes at least five or six days to prepare before and after a performance, and one person can get [-] to [-].

Once the physical album was released, the band completely calmed down and stopped paying attention to the outside world, regardless of the Internet and the company. The members are on vacation and preparing for the New Year.

Ye Xilin wants to go back to his hometown, and will not spend the Spring Festival in the city.

Qi Er brought the whole family here, including father-in-law and mother-in-law, and the whole family rejoiced to celebrate the new year together.

As for Meng Zhi, she will still be staying in the hospital. At that time, the relatives of the Meng family will visit her and celebrate the festival with her.

Thinking that Qinghe might be alone, Qi Er wanted to invite her to his home for a New Year's Eve dinner, but Qinghe refused, saying that he was going to the hospital and it was too late.

Qing He wrapped a big red envelope for Qi Er's daughter, she was very fond of the little girl.

On New Year's Eve, the old town is full of gongs and drums, and it becomes lively early in the morning. The lion dance invited by the street office runs from the street to the end of the street. Lanterns under the eaves flutter in the wind, and the street is full of warm and festive red.

Qinghe went to the hospital, but didn't stay there for long.She wrapped red envelopes for Meng Zhi and the children of the Meng family, and brought a bag of candy and dried fruits over.

The cousin of the Meng family politely wanted to keep her for the New Year's Eve dinner, showing how lively the crowd was.

She politely refused and didn't go, not because she didn't want to show face, but because the Meng family didn't intend to invite her, and they didn't call her before, and they didn't even notify her.She is witty and knows that she is not popular, so she will not stay there to hinder others' eyes.

At noon, Qinghe had a casual meal in the rented house, and had no plans for a holiday.In the afternoon, she walked around the street twice, and came back after four o'clock.

Many friends on WeChat sent blessing messages and red envelopes, and Ye Xilin even wrapped a big one, transferring 1 yuan.She had nothing to do and couldn't find a way to pass the time, so she could only celebrate the New Year with her mobile phone, return Ye Xilin's transfer first, and then chat with friends through the network cable.

A friend created a small group, which is full of people who play bands in the small circle, and everyone knows each other.

Jiang Zi, who hadn't seen him for half a year, was also in the group, sending out a dozen or so red envelopes in a row.

Qing He hasn't contacted Jiang Zi for a long time, and he doesn't know the current situation of the other party, and it's hard to talk to him when he joins the group, for fear of being too embarrassed and cold.After peeping at the screen for half an hour, she learned from the group chats that Jiang Zi had returned to Nancheng again, and now he was working as a resident singer in a bar part-time, and his main job was selling houses—after leaving the band, Jiang Zi was worse than before Poor, did not usher in a new turning point in life.

Maybe life will always be like this, climbing to the top with confidence, thinking that you can live better, but the result is often the opposite, it will only be worse.

Qing He wanted to talk to Jiang Zi, but didn't know where to start.

Jiang Zi left, but the slow train caught fire, and she went up to find him, what would he think?

The two of them were young, and they have been fooling around together since they were a few years old. Qing He knows Jiang Zi too well.Jiang Zi seems to be easy-going, but he is actually more arrogant than her, and has a particularly strong self-esteem, otherwise he would not leave the band.

After a few hesitations, they still couldn't find the other party.

It gets dark quickly in winter, it's only after six o'clock, the night outside has already fallen, and the house is even darker.

The light leaked from the phone screen was too bright, Qinghe squinted his eyes, fumbled for a while to turn on the light, lit a cigarette, and after smoking, he slowly got up, planning to heat up his lunch.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

It was so late, she didn't know who would come to the door, she thought it was Qi Er or Brother Yu, she subconsciously asked, but no one answered.

She just thought it was the other party's mischief and wanted to have a show of warmth during the Chinese New Year. She didn't think much about it, put down her phone, put on her thick coat, and then went to open the door.

Outside the door, Wen Ning, who had been separated for a long time, stood there with a big bag in his hand.

This person was wearing a long overcoat, thinly dressed, without even makeup, and his hair was pulled up casually.Maybe she just rushed over from Wen's house, her face showed a little tiredness, there was a faint black and blue under her eyes, and she looked very tired.

The cold air outside the rental house is filled with the vague smell of incense, which makes people feel uncomfortable just by smelling it.Qing He stood still, staring at the other party silently, with one hand still on the doorknob, showing no intention of getting out of the way.

I didn't expect it to be Wen Ning, nor did I expect this person to come.

After all... the divorce agreement had already been mailed out, and the other party hadn't shown up since that day.

Obviously the separation time was not too long, but when they saw each other again suddenly, for no reason, Qinghe felt a complicated feeling in his heart.

Maybe it was because the other house was too harmonious and she was too lonely in the rented house, she didn't even close the door, or let Wen Ning leave, she didn't even say a word, she just looked at the person coming, so silent that she couldn't find anything to say.

Wen Ning spoke first, like a long-lost friend, and asked softly, "Would you like me to come in?"

Qing He was slow, and asked: "What are you here for?"

Put your hands down, open the door, and let people in.

The floor is covered with sponge mats, so you have to take off your shoes when you come in.

Just like in the rented room back then, Wen Ning was already familiar with what to do. When he entered the door, he opened the low table standing in the corner, put the big bag on it, and then took out the contents of the bag one by one.

There are all food, hot and cold dishes, and two soups.

It is still so far from Jiangting to here, and the hot dishes are already cold, so they must be reheated before eating.

Wen Ning didn't answer the question just now, walked in, brought all the hot dishes into the kitchen, and heated them in the microwave.

Qing He closed the door without any hassle, stood beside the low table, and watched the man busy.

For a moment, she felt as if she had returned to the time when she first met Wen Ning. At that time, she didn't like to cook, and usually just cooked something to eat, and as time passed, Wen Ning brought some dishes when she came over.Wen Ning knew her taste very clearly, every time she brought her favorite food, just like this time.

There are children laughing and playing downstairs, and you can even hear someone playing mahjong not far away, which contrasts sharply with the tranquility here.

Wen Ning didn't look this way.

The orange light fell, casting a soft halo around her.

Qinghe stepped forward and walked to the narrow kitchen door.

Wen Ning's eyes fell on the microwave oven, and when she approached, she suddenly said in a low voice: "New Year's Eve, be healthy."

Qinghe's lips moved, but there was no response.

Probably due to the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, she couldn't say anything cruel, and wanted to stay away rationally, but she was startled, but she gave up and asked, "Didn't you go to Shixifang?"

Wen Ning said, "Go, I've been there all afternoon."

"Where's Uncle Yang, did you go too?"

"No."

"He went home?" she asked.

Wen Ning avoided answering, and asked instead, "What about you?"

"That's what I do," she said.

The two of them seemed to be okay, as if the express mail and the phone call didn't exist, as if nothing had happened, they chatted without saying a word.

It wasn't until the microwave oven dinged that the pretentious chat was interrupted.

Qinghe felt embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Wen Ning didn't care about that, stood in front of her, and pushed her up.

She wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't.

The soft touch is moist, warm, lingering and gentle.