Overtone

Xiao Cheng came out in a slim suit and was talking with the staff nearby.After a few seconds, he felt someone was watching him, so he raised his head and met Qi Ye's gaze.

They stared at each other silently for a few seconds.

Only then did Zhou Qun say "hmm" and told Qi Ye, "Professor Xiao is also here to attend the autograph session."

Qi Ye glanced sideways at Zhou Qun: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"It doesn't matter who comes." Zhou Qun said, "The autograph session is not only for Professor Xiao, but also for the conductor and a few major and minor victories. You can't just let Professor Xiao stand in the way."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Cheng came over.

He glanced at Zhou Qun, as if he didn't quite understand the situation, Qi Ye saw that, so he raised the Sony phone in his hand, smiled and said, "Come and help."

Xiao Cheng hooked his lower lip, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Seeing this, the colleagues around Zhou Qun introduced, "My name is Yang Dong, and I am in the lighting team with Zhou Qun."

"Hello." Qi Ye greeted generously.

Seeing this occasion, it was hard to say anything to Xiao Cheng, so he followed Zhou Qun to his seat and adjusted the lights and machine.

In the end, there were more than 30 minutes left, and nothing happened. Qi Ye sat on the highest step of the theater, watching the people below busy.

Because it is a sunken theater, you have to go down from the top floor to enter.

Qi Ye hung up the volunteer badge stuffed in his pocket, and rubbed the lens of the camera with his fingertips, wondering what he was thinking.

The sound of footsteps behind him approached, followed by Xiao Cheng's voice: "Are you feeling better?"

Qi Ye was taken aback, and met his eyes.

"Professor Xiao, how do you know..."

"Zhou Qun said." Xiao Cheng handed him the pills, and put a bottle of mineral water beside him, "If you feel uncomfortable, don't come here, why are you still forcing yourself."

Qi Ye smiled: "It's okay, I have the same vitality as Xiaoqiang, and I have been resurrected with full blood."

As he spoke, he moved his neck and assumed the pose of Popeye.

That look was originally intended to reassure Xiao Cheng, but unexpectedly, the camera in his hand slipped, and he lost his grip without holding on.

Seeing the camera falling down, Xiao Cheng stretched out his hand quickly, and grabbed the camera strap at the same time as Qi Ye.

The surroundings seemed to become very quiet all of a sudden.

It seemed that only the two of them were left in the huge theater. Both the staff inside and the audience queuing outside the venue disappeared.

The precarious camera was leaning against Qi Ye's knee, Xiao Cheng and him were still pulling the camera strap, and their palms were touching at this moment, and their temperature, breathing, and heartbeat were all touching and connected at this moment.

After a while, Qi Ye suddenly came back to his senses and pulled up the camera.

"If this lens is broken..." As if trying to hide something, he smiled and said, "Half a month's belongings are gone."

It's really strange, it's obvious that Professor Xiao and Professor Xiao are close to each other, but now it seems to be on fire, burning on the fingertips again, it's very hot.

Xiao Cheng's hands have cocoons from practicing the piano, which is actually not unusual for anyone who is in touch with music, including Qi Ye.

The accumulated practice also made his fingers calloused.

But it wasn't until today that Qi Ye realized that the cocoons Xiao Cheng was carrying in his hands were far thicker than he had imagined.

"What are you thinking?" Xiao Cheng sat down beside Qi Ye.

Qi Ye smiled: "It's nothing, I just thought it was time to practice the piano."

"When you practiced the piano?" Xiao Cheng asked.

"It's not a painful thing." Qi Ye recalled, "When I first came into contact with the guitar, I found that this instrument was amazing and interesting. I just didn't expect to take this road now. It depends on this Eat for nothing."

Xiao Cheng hooked the corners of his lips and smiled lightly: "It's pretty good."

"Not as good as Professor Xiao." Qi Ye said, "I forgot to tell you the night before yesterday that your performance on stage that day was the best I've ever seen, bar none."

Xiao Cheng was listening quietly, there seemed to be some emotion in his eyes, and it was fleeting.

His eyes were still beautiful and deep black, but under the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the pupil color became more eye-catching, like starlight refracted from the depths of the night.

Looking at the end of those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Qi Ye was happy after just a few seconds.

No, you can see through what he wants to say at a glance.

"Professor Xiao, please save face." Qi Ye winked at him, "Don't tell me, we all understand."

"You know what I'm trying to say?"

"Of course, there isn't one because there isn't one." Qi Ye was very happy and proud, "Know me, true brother."

Xiao Cheng smiled. He looked at Qi Ye with a smile in his eyes.

The warm winter sun hit them lazily, and followed the white marble pattern, forming a long back behind them.They chatted without saying a word, from the violin to the guitar, and they talked a lot.

The years are quiet.

At this time, Qi Ye thought of this sentence.

"The autograph session is only for today and tomorrow." Xiao Cheng said, "After tomorrow afternoon, there will be no other theater activities."

Qi Ye nodded: "The last game is this Sunday, right?"

"En." Xiao Cheng nodded.

"The end is so good, I can rest afterward." Qi Ye said with a smile. In fact, he has heard of the end in the theater. Maybe the fans will have some spontaneous activities, or something else.

In short, it is very meaningful.

Thinking about this, Qi Ye started to lose his mind again. At this moment, he saw Yang Dong below him waving his hand. It seemed that something was wrong, so he got up and walked downstairs with the mineral water bottle in his hand.

Seeing this, Xiao Cheng followed him to the venue.

Seeing these two people approaching, Zhou Qun said, "Since when did you guys become so synchronized?"

Qi Ye smiled: "Artistic infection."

Zhou Qun glanced at him and rolled his eyes by the way.

However, when he looked at Xiao Cheng in the next second, he lost his expression again.

"Professor Xiao." Zhou Qun said, "Amy said that she will bring over the booklet to be signed later, so I don't trouble you to pick it up again."

"Is Bella here?"

Zhou Qun: "Just arrived, I'm putting on makeup."

Xiao Cheng nodded when he heard this: "Well, it's troublesome."

Hearing the tone, Qi Ye was slightly taken aback.

In fact, Xiao Cheng's expression can't be called cold, and it's not an exaggeration to say he's gentle, but Qi Ye suddenly felt a distance between his brows and eyes, like herbal tea brewed under the cedar, clearly reflecting the green mountains and white snow, but he couldn't feel it at all. temperature.

There is still a sense of distance, Qi Ye thought.

It's just that what Qi Ye didn't understand was that no matter whether it was just now or the few times before, he didn't feel such a sense of distance in his impression.

Every time I was alone with Xiao Cheng, the air-reading radar seemed to be completely out of order.

"Just take some shots in the back row later." Zhou Qun turned to Qi Ye and said, "Scenes, hosts, autograph interactions, and the final group photo, someone will come and light it up, don't worry shoot."

Qi Ye smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm a professional."

Even so, Zhou Qun still talked about some things over and over again until Qi Ye's ears were calloused, and it was less than 10 minutes before the audience entered the arena.

Qi Ye stood in front of the fixed seat, but his eyes inadvertently glanced towards the direction of the lounge.Not long ago, Xiao Cheng returned to the lounge, and he should be doing makeup touch-ups with other autograph actors.

Just this action caught Zhou Qun in the right direction.

"Brother, your partner is also here today." Zhou Qun arched his arms against him, and said with a low voice, laughing, "Don't play tricks, just tell me who it is."

Qi Ye was a little helpless: "Who is the object or not, the horoscope has not been written yet."

Facing Zhou Qun's face full of gossip, Qi Ye said so, but didn't continue, and Zhou Qun also understood, making it clear that he didn't want to talk about it now.

"Okay." Zhou Qun gave up once in a while, "Then after the meeting is over, I will come to find out about the military situation."

Qi Ye patted him on the shoulder: "It's not that I don't want to say it, I will tell you later."

Zhou Qun: "I know, the revolution has not yet succeeded."

Qi Ye was amused and smiled.

This time, the autograph session was not large in scale, and about ten people were invited.According to Zhou Qun, they are all relatively popular or popular performers in the group, so that the enthusiasm of fans can also be mobilized to promote the finale.

Of course, there are quite a few who are specifically targeting Xiao Cheng.

At this time, he was sitting on the far right of the long table, surrounded by many fans facing him, and the cameras clicked.

Qi Ye watched the staff behind Xiao Cheng keep receiving presents. After a while, large bouquets of flowers—roses, sunflowers, and hydrangeas were placed on the low table next to Xiao Cheng, and the flower baskets were piled up behind him.

Sure enough, a beauty should be accompanied by flowers, Qi Ye thought, and subconsciously turned the camera to Xiao Cheng.

Accompanied by the rapid reading sound of the camera, the autograph session ended without knowing it.After the audience at the scene had almost left, several staff members began to clear the venue.

Qi Ye was sitting on the monitoring platform next to the signboard, waiting for Yang Dong to finish using the computer.

"My side is almost finished." Yang Dong handed the laptop to Qi Ye, "There are Photoshop and Lightroom on the computer, and the machine can also run. If you have time, you can also edit pictures in our backstage in the afternoon."

Qi Ye saw that Yang Dong was going backstage, so he tentatively asked, "Professor Xiao, have they returned to the lounge?"

"Probably." Yang Dong said, "They probably all went out for lunch."

Qi Ye said "oh", but didn't say anything more.

In fact, thinking about it, musicians must have a fixed circle, not to mention that there are a group of performers around them, all of whom are members of the troupe who stay together every day.

And he just came here for a part-time job, so there's no need to rush to let someone take him to dinner or something.

But for some reason, my head started to ache again at this moment.

Not only hurt, but also dizzy.

After politely rejecting Zhou Qun's lunch invitation, Qi Ye rubbed his temples while importing the data into the computer.In his opinion at this time, work is simply a good medicine for pain relief, even surpassing the effect of alcohol paralysis.

The bright light of the widescreen computer hit him, and Qi Ye focused on the loading progress bar, without noticing the sound of footsteps in the distance.

After more than ten seconds, the database was imported to 99%, and Xiao Cheng's voice sounded: "Did you go to eat?"

Qi Ye was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look.

I saw Xiao Cheng standing against the light at a distance of less than ten meters, holding two paper bags in his hands, as if he had just returned from outside.

"I bought it at the light food store next to the theater." He raised the bag in his hand, "Coffee and salad, I don't know if you can get used to it."

Qi Ye let out a "hmm", for some reason, all he could do was laugh.

Don't think about it, it must be silly enough to laugh.

"Just made it, it's all hot." Xiao Cheng walked to the table, he put the paper bag on the table, and then took out a Western-style light meal—up to now, Qi Ye didn't think there was anything strange about it. It wasn't until Xiao Cheng's gaze passed him and stayed on the loading completed screen that he felt something was wrong.

"Professor Xiao?" Seeing his stupefied look, Qi Ye was suddenly puzzled, so he followed his gaze.

All the photos taken just now have been loaded and displayed on the screen.

From the first picture, to the second picture, to the third picture... everything was displayed in front of them blatantly and unreservedly.

Almost all of them are recent photos of Professor Xiao alone.

The author says:

Push the main attack article of Jiyou~

"I Don't Believe You Lied [Quick Transmigration]" Author: Lin Jiusi

He Yang found a questionnaire in Moments, and when he clicked on the link, there was only one question: Have you ever lied?

He spent half a second reviewing his past life, and decisively chose "No".

【Congratulations on successfully binding the Lies Come True System~】

[According to the system rating, your lie index is five stars~]

He Yang firmly believes that a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth.

World 1: He said to the canary in his palm, I like you.

World 2: He said to the suspicious little emperor, my life is yours.

World 3: He told the demon cultivator apprentice who had returned from rebirth, as a teacher, he doesn't believe in the way of heaven, but only you.

……

He Yang's nonsense stories are full of obstinate and affectionate characters, all for the sake of the password of the target: I don't believe it, you are lying.

However, the unified reply he got was: "I believe in you."

Canary: Indulging in the lies he wove is better than completely losing the right to be by his side.

The little emperor: When my wings are full, I will cut his body into thousands of pieces and put him in a place where there will be no redemption.

Apprentice Demon Cultivator: I have lived my whole life again, and I have long since abandoned his trust like a shoestring.

To sum it up in one sentence: when the fake is true, the real is also fake.

PS: It is impossible to overturn the car. The cool script of Lao He's script is all by one person, and the ending is he.