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Qi Ye gave Xiao Jing guitar lessons for several days in a row.

The reason is also very simple. Xiao Jing is full of various performances and meetings during the Christmas period. In the performance industry, holidays are equal to working days.

After several days of classes, plus working in the bar until late at night, Qi Ye lost contact with his friends a little bit, and the time quickly reached Christmas Eve.

And just a few days ago, Xiao Cheng also went on a business trip. He heard that he had to attend an academic conference on Christmas Eve and couldn't come back.

Qi Ye stood on the flyover, staring at the Christmas package coupons that he had set up two days ago, lost his mind.

Just as he was about to swipe away the coupon code page, Zhou Qun sent a message.

-Zhou Qun: Brother, have you been missing recently?

-Qi Ye: No, I'm just a little busy.Aren't you usually busy with the drama show in the theater, so I didn't want to come here to disturb you.

Zhou Qun replied after waiting for a long time after posting.

-Zhou Qun: The leader just came to me.

-Qi Ye: All right, to cut a long story short, what do you want from me?

-Zhou Qun: Christmas is Bella's birthday, come over for dinner?Just hang out, nothing else.

At this moment, Qi Ye was leaning against the railing, and when these words appeared on the phone screen, he happened to be lighting a cigarette.

The unique coolness of the peppermint popcorn mixed with the winter evening wind made him sober up who was a little sleepy.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Qi Ye squinted and replied: "Okay, send me the address when the time comes."

After sending, the screen of the phone went dark, and Qi Ye didn't move.

He smoked the bead cigarettes one after another, and the burnt sparks fell on the white snow at his feet, turning into little black potholes.

The sky is snowing again.

To be honest, it's still a little cold.

From here, there is a bustling traffic with bright lights under the night, and the long street of parasols hung with light bulbs ahead, and at this moment, they are all given special meaning by Christmas Eve.

Qi Ye shook his body, tucked his neck into the scarf, and took a few puffs of cigarettes.

Just as he was about to shrink his neck and go down, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Normally at this time, Qi Ye would not look at his phone specially, after all, it was too cold, and he didn't bother to stretch out his hand to glance at the text message that might be an advertisement.

But for some reason, this time, he accidentally turned on the screen of his phone, and after just a glance, he saw Xiao Cheng's news——

Merry Christmas Eve.

Qi Ye's hands trembled.

He stopped, thought for about half a minute, and then called Xiao Cheng.

It was originally just a text message, and the timeliness could be 10 minutes or a few hours, but now, he knows that the person on the other end of the phone is waiting for him, and they are always in touch.

"Professor Xiao." Qi Ye said on the phone, then paused, "Happy Christmas Eve."

Then he heard a familiar voice from the other end.

To be honest, I haven't seen Professor Xiao in the past few days, and I feel like a deer bumping while listening to the phone, and I don't even know where to put my hands.

"Yeah." Xiao Cheng was silent on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then repeated Happy Christmas Eve.

His voice was like a melodious and pure cello solo. When he came out of the phone, Qi Ye suddenly smiled.

The snowflakes in winter fell on his face, and it seemed that he didn't wipe away the inexplicable feelings in his heart. On the contrary, it became more and more warm, like a firewood burning in a snowy night.

"Are you still busy?" Qi Ye asked, "I called you without much thought."

Xiao Cheng smiled on the phone, and then said: "I'm not busy, I've already returned to the hotel."

Qi Ye said "hmm", and before he could say anything else, Xiao Cheng asked, "What about you?"

"Today's cross-night event at the bar, I have to take an all-night shift, starting at about [-] pm." Qi Ye said, "But it's okay if you don't go to work tomorrow, and you can slow down."

"Staying up late hurts your body." Xiao Cheng warned, "Go back and rest early."

Qi Ye smiled and agreed.

And this phone call is almost enough.

They seemed to have passed the stage where they were afraid of embarrassment and had nothing to say, and Qi Ye was indeed going to work.After pressing the red button of the mobile phone, the whole world turned into a cool and monotonous color.

It turned out that he was afraid of holidays because of working overtime.

And now he doesn't seem to be too interested, because that person is not there.

This emotion has been affecting until the afternoon of Christmas, Qi Ye still stays in bed and does not get up, it seems that the Christmas circle outside and the Christmas tree covered with small light bulbs have nothing to do with him, and today is not like Christmas.

There was a pile of unread text messages on the phone.

Zhou Qun sent Bella's birthday venue early in the morning, and also gave other things in a long-winded manner, such as restaurant introductions, travel methods, and so on.

Of course Qi Ye wasn't interested in these things.

The only thing that can make him fluctuate is that there are too many news. If Professor Xiao's news is mixed with it, he may not be able to see it directly from the lock screen.

But this time, when he picked up the phone expectantly, there was no message from Xiao Cheng.

Qi Ye stared at the screen for a few seconds, then turned back to the screen and threw it on the bed, took the cup to wash up.

Accompanied by the sound of rushing water from the faucet, he put his hands on the sink and did nothing but stare at the water.

After a long time, even the towels in the pool were almost frozen to ice, so he turned off the water, put on some clothes and went out.

Following Zhou Qun's orientation, Qi Ye came to a western-style villa not far from the theater, where Bella's birthday was celebrated in the lobby on the top floor.

The villa is not big, and the stairs are quite winding. At first glance, you can tell that it is a style built to cater to the feelings of petty bourgeoisie.

When Qi Ye arrived, there were already a lot of people gathered, they were standing around chatting with cocktails, it was very lively.

"Brother, you are finally here." Zhou Qun pulled him towards the center of the venue as soon as he saw him, "I'm waiting to die."

"Come on, who doesn't know the purpose of your visit today." Qi Ye refused the alcoholic drink, and took a glass of lemonade from the dining table, "If you like Bella, go talk to her, and spend more time with her .”

"You know mine, it's only on paper, not practical experience." Zhou Qun sighed, he drank the red wine in his hand, and said with a sigh: "I envy you, brother."

"Huh?" Qi Ye was a little confused.

"I don't have this trouble with Professor Xiao." Zhou Qun ordered another glass of red wine, "Look, I haven't made any progress here."

Qi Ye was a little amused, laughed and cursed to get out.

But later, when Zhou Qun went out to chat with Bella again, he thought about what Zhou Qun said and felt that it was true.

It seemed that he and Xiao Cheng were indeed "smooth".

It's not that they are cheeky and put on others, but they are adults, especially at their age, sometimes there is a layer of window paper, and it is clear who is attacking and who is defending.

Thinking of this, Qi Ye ordered another Mojito, wanting to use alcohol to help him.

Since it's Christmas, let him take the initiative again.

The mobile phone stayed on the editing page of "Merry Christmas". He looked at it for a long time, deleted, deleted and revised it, and finally added the sentence "Fortunate to meet you".

After drinking the mojito in the wine glass, his fingertips rested on the "Happy Christmas Eve" sent by Xiao Cheng yesterday, but did not move down.

At this moment, two girls in dresses suddenly called him not far away.

Qi Ye turned around and saw that they were the two girls who were in the theater troupe before, the flute group.Although the friendship is not deep, but after chatting for a few words, Bella came and brought the atmosphere up a bit.

"Brother Qi's guitar is very good." Bella introduced to the two girls. Since returning from the suburbs last time, Bella and Qi Ye have also gotten to know each other a lot, and followed Zhou Qun and the others to call Brother Qi.

But after getting along, Qi Ye knew that Bella didn't know that he liked Professor Xiao, and Zhou Qun unexpectedly didn't say anything at this time.

The venue was very lively, and they chatted a lot, and for some reason, they finally talked about Professor Xiao.But it's justifiable. After all, the best people will always be the focus and have something to talk about.

"When I joined the group for the first time, I really liked Professor Xiao." Maybe after drinking a little wine, the atmosphere got better, and the girls in the flute group began to sigh, "It's really good to be handsome and able to take care of others." What is the ideal boyfriend type."

"Indeed." Bella nodded with a smile, "At that time, many girls in our school also liked it."

Hearing that they were so happy, Qi Ye was thinking about taking advantage of the atmosphere to send the text message, but suddenly he heard Bella add: "But don't think about it, Professor Xiao has a fiancée."

Qi Ye was slightly taken aback.

"You mean...fiancee?" He looked at Bella and asked tentatively.

Bella gave a natural "hmm", and seeing Qi Ye's reaction, she suddenly felt a little strange: "Don't you know?"

Qi Ye shook his head and squeezed the wine glass tightly in his hand.

"That's right." Bella said, "When I was a junior, Professor Xiao happened to come to work in the first year, so we got acquainted with each other this year."

As she spoke, she paused, and then recalled: "The marriage contract was made a long time ago. I heard that he has a fiancee who studies classical guitar abroad, and the marriage contract was made by his family when he was studying. She is a baby." relative."

Hearing these words, Qi Ye's heart skipped a beat.

fiancée.

Also classical guitar.

Thinking about it this way, those things before were quite logical, whether it was Xiao Jing learning the guitar or something else, there seemed to be traces to follow.

The dialog box still stayed with the message "Happy Christmas Eve" sent by Xiao Cheng. Qi Ye didn't know what mood he was in now. He looked at the sentence to be sent, and after a while, he deleted the second half of the sentence.

So only "Merry Christmas" is left in the input box.

Qi Ye stared at it for a long time, and finally chose to delete all.

The author says:

That's not the case, silly boy.