kiss goodnight

Jiang Yi'an opened his eyes in the warm light, buried his face on Wei/Ni/Xiong's furry belly and wiped his sweaty forehead, then turned over and hugged Wen Ke, wrapped one leg around his waist, and whispered: "Morning install."

"It's getting late." Wen Ke put the newspaper on the head of the bed, wrapped Jiang Yi'an's side with his right hand, and adjusted his posture to make him lie more comfortably. "It's twelve o'clock, and you've slept for fifteen hours."

Jiang Yi'an yawned and stretched his sore limbs, lazily leaning on Wen Ke, and after waking up, he struggled to get up from him, with disheveled hair on his head, and the neckline of his pajamas slanted down half of his shoulders: "I'll make fish fillets for you at noon Is porridge good?"

Wen Ke squeezed Jiang Yian's narrow cheeks, got out of bed and grabbed the slippers, bent down to pick up the thin quilt he kicked off: "I'll do it, you wait to eat."

Squinting his sleepy eyes, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth. After washing his face, Jiang Yi'an went back to the bedroom and changed into Wen Ke's short sleeves. He stood in front of the window and looked out. The royal garden was full of life. Full of hosta flowers in full bloom amidst rich Rosa rosea.

At the end of August, the sun was blazing and the room was bright. Jiang Yi'an admired the scenery outside the window for a while, lowered his eyelashes, hesitated, and shifted his gaze to the computer desk.

He sat down, moved the mouse, and a Weibo news was displayed on the lit screen. At ten o'clock yesterday morning, the Jingnan police notified the details of Pei Yucheng and Huafeng Entertainment being investigated according to law. Jiang Yian held his fingers in the air for a moment and opened the search The engine entered his name. Although various negative topics and the truth that surfaced are slowly reducing the heat, there are still many unsightly comments. No matter how many times he sees it, it still makes him depressed and sad.

Since Pei Yucheng's arrest, Wen Ke has been by his side and has not let anyone disturb him. He allows Jiang Yi'an to use the computer, but clearly stipulates that the time spent online should not exceed 5 minutes.After turning off the screen, Jiang Yi'an got up and walked to the restaurant. When he took the porridge bowl from Wen Ke, he unconsciously showed a sad expression.

He hurried back to normal, not wanting to worry Wen Ke anymore, took a spoonful of warm porridge, and commented sincerely: "Officer Wen's cooking skills are getting better and better."

Wen Ke raised his eyebrows: "Then why are you still so thin?"

Jiang Yi'an sighed with a heavy idol burden on his back: "The powerful also want traffic, and traffic is maintained by appearance and figure."

Wen Ke nodded knowingly, put the freshly peeled gaiwei shrimp into Jiang Yi'an's bowl, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "What's the plan for the lead singer after that?"

Jiang Yi'an said with some hesitation: "I want to fill in the lyrics for the finished songs first, go to the recording studio to try the effect, and then discuss with Lin Ye and the others, find sponsors, and want to hold a Live or a small fan club .”

While talking, the doorbell on the first floor rang, Jiang Yi'an bit his spoon and was stunned: "Are there any guests today?"

Wen Ke glanced at the clock on the wall, tilted his head at Jiang Yi'an and said, "Go and open the door."

When he ran down the stairs, Jiang Yi'an had a premonition in his heart, and as expected, the four big men were still the same, they couldn't bear the excitement when they saw their lead singer, and they always wanted to be the first to step forward and hug.Jiang Yi'an comforted each of them as usual, looking over Lin Ye's shoulder, he was surprised that there was still a person standing at the door.

Jiang Yi'an bypassed the chattering teammates, opened his arms, embraced the soft little curly hair on his head, and said gently: "Duan Yang, long time no see."

Duan Yang didn't expect Jiang Yi'an to be so enthusiastic. He blushed, hugged the person in his arms very lightly, and whispered hello like he was treating fragile precious porcelain: "Good afternoon, singer Jiang."

Jiang Yi'an paused for a few seconds, let go of him, and flicked a brainbump on his forehead: "Your boss is upstairs."

Duan Yang touched his forehead with a smile: "Then you guys catch up on the past, I'll go talk to him."

The recording studio cut off the noise downstairs, Duan Yang stepped on the steps and looked around, he couldn't help sighing, this house is really big enough.Going up to the second floor, he heard the sound of a lighter, and turned left. Duan Yang poked his head into the room, waved to the person at the dining table, and smiled happily: "Hi, boss."

Wen Ke raised his jaw at him and said, "Come and sit down."

Duan Yang asked anxiously before his buttocks rested on the chair, "It's almost autumn, when do you plan to return to the police force?"

Wen Ke replied: "September [-]st."

Duan Yang narrowed his eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "But the bureau agreed with you to return to the team the day before yesterday. I thought you would be impatient, but it turned out that I was waiting in vain. What a waste of emotion."

Wen Ke stretched his eyebrows and looked at Duan Yang.

"Are you afraid that someone in the team will criticize you?" Duan Yang covered his mouth and said softly, "Don't think too much, boss, your majesty all these years is not for nothing. Let me tell you the truth, Han Xiaojun led a group of team members Specially created a group of trumpets to respond to netizens, and they have given them a lot of enthusiasm, even Vice Team Shen, who has not been online all year round, can’t sit still, and now it’s easy to dump all kinds of emoticons.”

Wen Ke spit out the green mist lightly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't expect that this child would still be a chatterbox after falling in love.

Duan Yang raised his index finger and scratched the side of his face: "Hey, we miss you, boss."

"Yeah." Wen Ke raised the corners of his lips in response, "Wait until I'm done with these two days."

Duan Yang asked in surprise: "What are you busy with?"

"What concert?" Jiang Yi'an took off his headphones, frowned and looked at Lin Ye.

"Didn't Wen Ke tell you?" Lin Ye put down the electric guitar, and the other three all looked calm as if they knew about it long ago, only Jiang Yi'an was kept in the dark.

He rushed out of the recording studio and walked up the steps in twos and threes. Duan Yang was called downstairs by Lin Ye when Duan Yang made a phone call. In the warm and quiet room, accompanied by the warm orange sun, Jiang Yian walked slowly towards Wen Ke, licked his lips and shook Shaking his head: "You actually planned it for me a long time ago, didn't you?"

Wen Ke replied honestly: "Yes."

Jiang Yi'an suddenly had mixed feelings, and remained silent for a long time. He tapped his forehead and said inferiorly: "But, will someone come to listen?" Send something, or write a statement? Make a draft in my heart and overturn it all, and carefully choose every word, for fear that they will not understand, misinterpret, or misunderstand what I mean. You help me as a staff officer?"

Open the window halfway, let the hot air and the fragrance of flowers diffuse into the room, Wen Ke held Jiang Yi'an's hand, and rubbed the smooth inner side of his left wrist with his thumb, only a few shallow fine marks remained under the fair skin, and said in a calm tone——

"Truthfully describe your living conditions in the past two years, and some people will say that you are selling miserably."

"Truthfully explain how the previous video was shot, and someone will ask why they didn't shoot others but you."

"If you truthfully confess the reasons for being framed and smeared, there will always be people who will question its authenticity."

"'Preconceived ideas' are the easiest to get entrenched, and nothing you can do to completely convince them."

"And for those who are willing to understand, tolerate, and support you, the best gratitude is to let them see the free and dazzling Jiang Yi'an on the stage again."

Jiang Yi'an held Wen Ke back, listened carefully, and quietly felt his beating pulse.

Wen Ke said: "Of course, we must not be silent. It's just another way to justify yourself in the way you are best at."

Wen Ke gave Jiang Yi'an the document on the desktop. It was a planning proposal for a concert with 8000 people. When he opened the first page, a simplified four-line character came into view—time, September 9th; place, Wandao Cultural Center; theme, "Confession World"; ticket price, 30 yuan.

Jiang Yi'an laughed "puchi" and asked, "Why is the fare set at six yuan?"

Wen Ke: "Your lucky number."

Jiang Yi'an's eyelashes trembled slightly, and with a handful of bright sunlight, he carefully read each sheet of paper. When he saw the words "My favorite fan, Wen Ke" written at the end of the last line, he couldn't help turning his head sourly, ruthlessly He squeezed his eyes hard.

Wen Ke said: "Yi'an, no matter what you encounter in the future, don't dig into the horns, you must first learn to reconcile with yourself, and then you will have the courage to solve difficulties."

"I hope that the number 6 in the field will bring you infinite luck."

On the day of August 8st, Wen Ke handed in his private money passbook before going out. There was only 31 yuan left in it. He applied to Jiang Yi'an and bought a concert ticket with the last sum of money.

Mage has held countless concerts, but this is the first time that he personally set up the stage scenery, lighting details, and the theme of the forum. Wen Ke sat quietly under the stage, staring at Jiang Yi'an from noon to sunset, and finally waited for all his teammates to leave. Together with the person in charge, clean up the dust and debris on the countertop.

He cherishes the stage under his feet, and cherishes every opportunity to be on stage even more.

Around eight or nine o'clock, Jiang Yi'an took a leisurely break, and invited Wen Ke to sit on the edge of the stage, with a red Limai behind him, the two of them side by side, head to head, in front of them was a bright and gorgeous boundless sea of ​​stars.

Jiang Yi'an raised his face and looked into the distance for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Officer Wen, don't you want to do something on such a romantic occasion?"

Wen Ke asked back: "What does lead singer Jiang want me to do?"

Jiang Yi'an pouted towards the void if there was nothing.

Wen Ke leaned over to him with a smile, the touch was delicate and tender. After parting, he took Jiang Yi'an's left hand, spread his five fingers, took out the black carbon pen he carried in his pocket, and neatly wrote a letter on his ring finger. The letter "M".

Wen Ke said: "Take your dreams and go forward boldly."

The audience was silent, breathing hot and long, Jiang Yi'an raised his left arm and stretched out towards the starry sky, admired for a long time and said with satisfaction: "I like this W."

It's M from the front, W from the back, but both Mage and Wen Ke are connected to Jiang Yi'an's heart.

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