no ambiguity

Three years ago, Qing He hadn't seen Wen Ning again for a long time after that hasty meeting in the villa, the fate is so weak.

But because Wen Ning's good-looking face is so recognizable, Qing He left an impression on this man, so when they met again later, she recognized him at a glance.It's just that at that time, both of them were arrogant and reserved, they didn't have much contact with each other, and they didn't even talk to each other.

In his memory, Qing He vaguely remembered that he was the one who spoke first, but it was Wen Ning who made the first move.

That was one night, she went to a bar in Xinjie to help a sick friend take shift, and sang hypocritical folk songs on stage for two hours, and her throat was dry and itchy when she left the stage.

The salary of the resident singer in the bar is settled on a daily basis, and the boss is busy, saying that he will transfer the money to her later.

At that time, Qinghe was so poor that he had to support a prospective college student after paying the money from Nihong, and his income was getting worse day by day.It was the first time for her to work in this small bar, and she was worried that she would be evaded if she left first, so she sat around the bar and waited, planning to leave after the money arrived.

It's not that Qinghe is narrow-minded, but it's not uncommon for a resident singer to be evaded. In some small bars with bad style, it is very possible to be repudiated on a monthly basis, not to mention daily wages.At that time, Qinghe only rented a single room for 200 yuan a month, and the monthly living expenses were only [-] to [-] yuan less, so [-] yuan for resident singing was still a lot.

While waiting for her salary, the beautiful waiter at the bar pushed a glass of wine in front of her. She was taken aback and politely said that she didn't have anything to drink.The beautiful waiter smiled and told her that someone gave it to her.

That person is Wen Ning.

Qinghe didn't expect to meet a rich boss in this small place, and when she recognized Wen Ning, she was startled, thinking that she had an illusion.

Wen Ning took the initiative to sit next to her, but not too close, with a certain distance.

She hesitated for a while, but couldn't return the wine, so she could only take a small sip, and then asked pretending to be familiar: "Come here to play?"

Wen Ning said: "No, come and find friends."

It was the first real conversation between the two of them, and no one even asked the other person's name, because they knew it a long time ago, and they had a certain understanding of the person in front of them before they had formal contact.

Qing He knew who Wen Ning was, that he was rich, capable, and single.

That night, after leaving the bar, it was Wen Ning who sent Qinghe back to the rental house, but she didn't send him downstairs, Qinghe didn't let her go, and she walked the rest of the way back by herself.

At that time, the two of them didn't communicate much. After drinking, they chatted a few words, and they did whatever they wanted.

For some reason, Qing He has a deep memory of that meeting. She still remembers that Wen Ning was wearing a white T-shirt, and when she got out of the car, she couldn't stand still, and it was Wen Ning who helped her up.And she had walked a while, and she looked back inexplicably, Wen Ning was still there, looking at this side from a distance.

It may be that the moon was too round that night, the moonlight was soft and white, and the surrounding environment was just right, Qinghe's heart throbbed suddenly, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

They met again two days later, when Qinghe went out to look for a job, and happened to meet him at Xilumen.

That day, Wen Ning had just negotiated a cooperation with a client, came out of the hotel, and was waiting for Uncle Yang to drive over to pick him up.

This person was wearing a beige mid-length skirt, stiletto heels, and slightly curly hair. He was carrying a leather bag worth more than 60 yuan.

It's a pity that Qing He didn't know the goods, and couldn't see how valuable Wen Ning's whole body was, so he waved first, as a greeting.

Wen Ning walked towards her, saw that her face was covered with makeup, and asked softly, "Is there a performance today?"

Being financially distressed, she didn't have the nerve to tell the truth, so she only answered "yes" perfunctorily.

In fact, at that time, Qinghe had been in a bad mood from the time he broke up with Nihong to meeting Wenning.The senior executives of the Neon company hold a grudge against Qinghe and Jiangzi, especially her. Since the two left, they have been secretly suppressing them, not only ruining many performance opportunities for the band, but also blatantly cutting off Qinghe's contacts and resources.

There was no partner to invite to perform, and he couldn't even get the job of composing and writing lyrics. Qinghe had no choice but to move around in various chaotic small venues to make a living.Facing the well-dressed Wen Ning, she didn't have the nerve to talk about her situation directly, so she could only evade the subject, and then changed the subject and asked, "What about you, what are you doing out on weekends?"

Wen Ning's answer was as short and crisp as ever.

"Have a meal."

Qing He blinked, and asked meaningfully: "Still with your friends?"

She still remembered that when they met in the villa, Wen Ning was entangled with the half-race beauty, thinking that she was specially dressed up for a date.

Wen Ning understood the meaning of her words, and immediately denied: "No."

Qinghe didn't answer.

Wen Ning explained: "There is a wine bureau, and I happened to come over to sign the contract."

She groaned, but she didn't care, and said, "That's it."

She didn't believe Wen Ning, and she had a prejudice against him, just because of the scene she met at the villa at the beginning, she thought that Wen Ning was the same as the rich people she had seen, except that her skin was more beautiful.

Wen Ning immediately asked, "Where are you going to perform?"

She couldn't answer, and she didn't intend to continue to spend it, so she dealt with it vaguely, chatting up a bunch of irrelevant words, and then excused that she still had something to do.

"I'm in a hurry, I'm going to be late later, let's talk next time."

Wen Ning knew what was going on, and didn't say anything more.

The two exchanges in Chuchu were relatively rusty, and they never got closer. Qinghe was very alert, always subconsciously guarding against the other party, and would be alert if something was wrong.

It was still the same in the subsequent meetings, chatting a few words, and sometimes having a drink or two.

Qinghe found a leisurely temporary job, working as a receptionist in a real estate company, [-] after tax, and also bought five social insurance and one housing fund, and the trial period was only one week. Hr is very satisfied with her and thinks that her academic qualifications meet the job requirements, the key is to be beautiful enough and tall enough.

So in the following period of time, Qinghe didn't return to the band much, after all, it was useless to go back, and now the four members of the team are very hard-working, and they have to go to the street to beg for food if they don't find a job.

What Qinghe didn't expect was that she could meet Wenning in the real estate company.

Wen Ning seems to be very familiar with her immediate superior, that is, the big boss above, and the two often get together to eat and drink.

Once Wen Ning came again, other colleagues in the company were busy, and couldn't find a suitable person for the time being, so Qinghe was asked to go to the upstairs office to help make tea and pour water, and take care of the boss's friend.

The manager who came to call for someone emphatically explained: "Aren't you an acquaintance with Mr. Wen, you go up and take a look first."

Qing He was puzzled, and didn't understand how the manager knew that he and Wen Ning knew each other, but he still didn't ask any further questions, and went up first to talk.

The boss is not at the company and will come back later, so Wen Ning is alone in the office.

Qinghe was a little uncomfortable, always feeling something weird, and the atmosphere became tense for no reason.She bit the bullet and stepped forward. She didn't know how to make tea, so she passed the boiling water twice and thought it was ready, and brought it to Wen Ning.She didn't say hello to Wen Ning, as if she didn't know him, and treated him as a stranger.

It was Wen Ning who spoke first, and said in a low voice, "Sit for a while when you're tired from standing."

She paused, then coyly raised her hand and hooked her ear hair, and replied: "No, I'm not tired."

Wen Ning turned over an empty cup that was covered, refilled a cup of tea in silence, and pushed it in front of her.

"How about the new job, are you used to it?"

Qinghe pretended not to understand that he was pouring tea for himself, and looked away at the street outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and said, "It's okay, it's pretty good."

Wen Ning looked up at her, not knowing if he wanted to see the truth of what she said on her face, or something else.

Maybe it's too embarrassing for two people to stay in the same room, the air is almost stagnant.

Qing He tried her best to ignore the lingering scrutiny, but she still couldn't hold back. After a long time, she pursed her lips, then stared straight back at Wen Ning, and said awkwardly, "Don't look, why are you staring at me?"

Only then did Wen Ning look away, but there was no sign of apology on his face.

Maybe it was a little annoyed, or maybe there was some other emotion mixed in her heart, Qinghe said in a blunt tone: "What are you doing here again today?"

Wen Ning was quite calm, "I have something to do."

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Wen Ning didn't say anything.

Feeling too nosy and shouldn't ask questions, Qinghe kept her mouth shut.

The boss came back at this time, just in time.

The two didn't continue, Qing He never drank that cup of tea, and after the boss sat down with a smile, he moved away from Wen Ning without any trace, pretending that nothing happened.

The boss knew that the two of them were chatting just now, but he didn't ask a word after entering the door, as if he didn't feel anything strange.

Qinghe worked in that real estate company for two months, but finally ended up resigning voluntarily.

——Ye Xilin called and asked to go to the bar to be a resident singer. Although the money was not much, it was at least suitable for the status of a musician.She has never had big ambitions, and she weighed the two. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that being a resident singer in a bar was a better job, so she quickly quit the front desk where she could make money.

After resigning, Qing He and Wen Ning met less frequently.At that time, Qinghe moved between two bars and had to work almost every night to earn money. During the day, he would nest in a rented house and write songs.

At that time, she did not release any new songs. On the one hand, she had nothing in her pockets and had no money to make productions. On the other hand, she was forced to suppress by Neon. Money, so I collected most of the songs I wrote, which laid the foundation for the release of the "Slow Train" album later.

Sudden busyness can make people ignore many trivial matters, so that when Qing He recalled that period later, she could not remember many things clearly, including how many times she met Wen Ning, what she said, and what she did. .

Wen Ning invited her to dinner, she invited Wen Ning to drink, and went shopping together.

She didn't know how she changed her inherent impression of Wen Ning, but after getting along slowly, she found that this person was not quite what she expected, and seemed to be pretty good.

Soon, they were kissing.

On Saturday night, Wen Ning went to the bar where she sang to watch her performance. After the end, Wen Ning found the lounge.

She was packing up while smoking a cigarette and had a couple of drinks.

Wen Ning wanted to help, but she refused.

"I'll do it myself."

Wen Ning still insisted on helping out.

Maybe it was smoke and alcohol that made her brain confused, maybe there was no one else in the lounge, the lighting was too dim and ambiguous, before you pushed me in, Wen Ning kissed her first, put one hand on the back of her head, A hand hooked her back.