After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Where there are people, there is gossip. Gu Jian rested at home for a few days, and the group of Gravity Company was full of excitement.

He was too lazy to look at the WeChat group, and his colleagues in the company sent him a bunch of messages. Jiang Lie, who demoted Gravity Company to nothing, turned his back on grass. This grass was fed by the little-known Tang Ge in the company. .

Jiang Lie attaches great importance to Tang Ge. Not only will he cooperate with Gravity Company for the next record, but he will also pay a lot of money to dig Tang Ge to Backlight Studio. What kind of urban youth idol drama is this?

In addition to eating melons, the company's professionals analyzed several songs after Tang Ge's revision. Different from physical text and painting, music is the most abstract art. Reading requires literacy, and appreciating paintings requires an understanding of the painting system. But music, as long as there is Anyone with ears can understand.

You don't need any understanding, you can feel the emotion of the notes, so the great composers of all ages have a pure heart.

In fact, the original album has not been changed much, laymen only think it sounds better than before, but no one can tell what is better.

But people in the industry understand that the original repertoire is just a movement, without any inner emotions, just like a beauty in a vase, beauty is beauty, without soul.

But now, the chords seem to be unspeakably depressed, the bleak ensemble is long and melancholy, and the overwhelming anger and pain burst out, but it is such a calm and restrained advanced expression.

It is simply a rare perfect work in recent years.

The only thing that puzzled them was that Tang Ge was only in her twenties and looked innocent and cheerful. It was impossible to imagine what made her so angry and painful.

There was light rain falling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Gu Jian sat back in his office chair, staring at the computer screen intently. When someone knocked on the door, he couldn't take his eyes off it. He reached out and rang the bell on the desk.

Tang Ge walked in with a strange expression, and stood in front of the desk without saying a word, looking at Gu Jian with complicated eyes.

After a few minutes, she thought about it and said, "Boss, I want to ask you a question."

Gu Jian folded his fingers on the tip of his nose, glanced at her distractedly from the screen, skipped the question and answered, "It's me."

Tang Ge stared at him for a moment, she was not a fool, she had already guessed the answer when she came out of Backlight Studio, but she was still shocked when she heard the answer, "Why?"

Gu Jian turned his gaze back to the computer screen, "There are too many frustrated people, and you are one of them."

"Why don't you..."

Tang Ge hesitated to speak, took a deep breath, and said very seriously: "This is a very good opportunity, you can't just let it go."

Gu Jian opened the drawer, held a cigarette in his mouth, turned his head to light the cigarette, and said softly, "It's a good opportunity for you, but not for me."

Tang Ge didn't understand, and couldn't help but said: "I don't understand, why do you stay in Gravitation, this broken company, Jiang Lie can offer a sky-high salary, do you know how much he likes the songs you changed? Do you know how many songs you have changed these days? Did the company call me? You know how much I hope, this is really my ability, how can you give up like this?!"

Gu Jian leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his face and exhaled the smoke depressedly, "Keep your voice down, my ears are ringing."

"Why?" Tang Ge gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "We are friends, you must at least tell me why."

Gu Jian had guessed this situation a long time ago, he focused his eyes on the screen, and said slowly: "Our society is afraid."

Tang Ge stared at him closely, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The smoke between Gu Jian's fingers rose up and curled up, engulfing half of his deserted face. After a few minutes, he finally moved his gaze to Tang Ge, and suddenly said, "You don't have to feel sorry for me, I used to fight There was a well-known person who was not severely beaten, broke three of his ribs, and made him lie in the hospital for half a year."

After a pause, he said lightly: "I originally wanted to keep the case record because I was a minor and didn't enter the file at the time, but Liang Zijie was married. Once I became famous and appeared in public, things would be very troublesome."

Tang Ge was surprised, and murmured, "What's your holiday?"

Gu Jian lowered his eyes, took a deep breath of the cigarette, and the hot stream poured down his throat. Suddenly, a light smile overflowed from his throat, sticking to the mellow texture of the smoke, "Because he was right, I am a trash, a Crap, I can never control my emotions."

"Gu Jian, aren't you..." Tang Ge hesitated to speak.

She wanted to say that you were not such a person, but only then did she realize that she didn't know the friends she got along with day and night at all, didn't know his past, family background, and never met any of Gu Jian's friends.

Gu Jian's expression was relaxed, and he gave her a blank look, "Don't worry about my business, think about how to fool Jiang Lie, he will find out sooner or later."

The amount of information gained today exploded the CPU of Tang Ge's brain. She stared blankly at Gu Jian, who had nothing to do with her, only to realize that the screen that Gu Jian had been staring at was showing a group of huskies snoring and eating a buffet.

"..."

Tang Ge was speechless for a moment.

The tailor-made suit hall is located in an alley in the old city, with blooming redbuds climbing the iron fence in the yard, and a small English sign on the wall, which should be the name of the independent designer.

The hall is simple and spacious, with various samples hanging in the glamorous glass closets. Gu Jian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror with sweater pockets in both hands, and the tailor with a tape measure measured him.

Cheng Xijue was well-dressed, leaning against the door with half folded arms, waiting for him unhurriedly.

The designer fits the stereotype of the fashion industry, with curly hair wearing black-rimmed glasses, and pink socks under suit pants, his sexual orientation is clear at a glance.

As soon as Gu Jian entered the door, he didn't move his eyes, and couldn't help asking: "You are Mr. Cheng..."

Gu Jian glanced at Cheng Xijue, stretched out his arms, so that the tailor could measure the size.

Cheng Xijue raised his jaw, signaling him to be perfunctory.

Gu Jian: "Assistant."

Cheng Xijue frowned slightly, dissatisfied with his answer.

The designer glanced at the data recorded in the tailor's booklet, and said with a smile: "Your proportion is better than that of the model. Sitting in the office is too inferior."

Gu Jian took it for granted, and gave a dull "hmm".

The designer glanced at Cheng Xijue, who was expressionless, and smiled more kindly, "However, it is a good job to be an assistant to Mr. Cheng. We, the models, have lost half of our souls since we met Mr. Cheng. We look forward to being able to Meeting here by chance, Mr. Cheng has done a lot of harm."

Cheng Xijue suddenly looked at Gu Jian and asked noncommittally, "Oh? Is there such a thing?"

"Yes." The designer nodded again and again, with a gossip look on his face, "Boss Cheng is young and promising, there are too many crazy bees and butterflies who want to get in touch with you, doesn't the big star Gu Su really like you? "

Cheng Xi felt that his goal had been achieved, so he smiled and didn't answer.

The designer got bored, and turned his attention back to Gu Jian, sighed at his waist and legs, and said regretfully, "If you weren't under Mr. Cheng, I really want to invite you to take a photo set for my magazine." .”

Gu Jian looked down at the gleaming accessories in the display cabinet, and said calmly, "Do you make money by being a model?"

The designer nodded vigorously, "I dare not tell others, but you must make money. People like you look like Givenchy in a woven bag."

pompous.

Cheng Xijue said something coldly in his heart.

Gu Jian looked away, "I'm quite short of money recently."

As soon as the designer heard something interesting, he rushed to the office to take out an exquisite booklet, opened it and held it in front of him like a treasure, "This is my work, you can choose the style you like, and I will give you the price according to the price of a supermodel." you."

Gu Jian glanced casually, nodded and said, "Yes."

The designer was overjoyed. He didn't expect it to be so easy. He looked at him enthusiastically, "You are really guarding the gold mine and begging for food. Haven't scouts looked for you before?"

Cheng Xijue narrowed his eyes irritably, and squinted at the two of them.

Gu Jian didn't speak.

The designer realized that it was presumptuous, took out his mobile phone and said, "Let's add a WeChat account, you don't want to be a model to let everyone admire the creator's pinnacle work, that would be too wasteful."

Cheng Xijue retracted his jaw, watched Gu Jian take out his phone, opened the WeChat interface with one hand familiarly, and handed it forward. It seemed that this action had been done hundreds of times.

can not watch anymore.

Cheng Xijue stepped forward, grabbed Gu Jian's cell phone that was parked in mid-air with one hand, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind with the other hand, hugged half of the person in his arms, swore ownership, and said to the designer: "Private assets will not be lent. "

The designer understood in seconds, laughed and laughed and said, "Mr. Cheng hides his beauty in the golden house, and even joked with us. I really thought he was an assistant."

Gu Jian patted his strong arm wrapped around his shoulder, "Mr. Cheng, please be reserved."

Cheng Xijue hugged him even tighter, sniffing the delicate and cold nape of his neck, "You are quite reserved."

Gu Jian turned her head, raised her hand and slowly straightened Cheng Xijue's shirt collar, "Mr. Cheng is becoming more and more shameless, like a beast in clothes."

The smiles on the faces of the designer and tailor froze as they watched the excitement. They knew Cheng Xijue's identity.

It was really unpredictable, but Cheng Xijue showed a very subtle smile, as if he enjoyed being scolded very much.

The designers and tailors were puzzled, did Mr. Cheng have any special hobbies?

Coming out of the designer's courtyard, the driver got out of the car and opened the door. Gu Jian sat in the back seat, pulled up the sweater and hood with both hands, and leaned his head against the window, looking too lazy to say a word.

Cheng Xijue wanted to talk to him, and played with his mobile phone, "Gu Renyu gave you a sum of money, are you still short of money?"

"It's long gone."

"You gamble/gamble?"

When he moved home, Gu Jian was completely clear-cut. Cheng Xijue had never seen any valuables on him.

Gu Jian didn't move, and said jokingly: "I didn't gamble, I just found a lover outside."

Cheng Xijue looked at him deeply, and said in a deep voice: "You can come to me anytime you need money, there is no need to show your face, I don't like my partner being someone else's pastime and talking point, this is one of the reasons why I choose you, do you understand? "

Gu Jian suddenly laughed lowly, his thin chest heaved and shook, and said in a self-deprecating tone: "It's very clear."

"There is more." Cheng Xijue paused, and gave the order bluntly and seriously: "No nonsense."

"Ah."

Gu Jian was absent-minded and perfunctory.

Cheng Xijue was thinking about his mobile phone, and said in silence for a few seconds, "Didn't you just add WeChat?"

"Add mine."

Two people live under the same roof, and even the most intimate things of human beings have happened, but they don't have the most basic social tools for each other.

Gu Jian took back his phone to scan the code, and there was a long beep, and each of them took back their phone to change the notes.

Cheng Xijue clicked on Gu Jian's profile picture. There was a dark gray wall covered with textures of pure gray paint, and the circle of friends was empty.

Just as he was about to ask Gu Jian what the avatar meant, he tilted his head slightly. Gu Jian leaned against the car window and closed his eyes, looking sleepy and tired, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Cheng Xijue closed the phone and asked with a low smile, "Why don't you always get enough sleep?"

Gu Jian yawned, and said lazily, "I don't know, it's been like this recently."

Not only is he often sleepy, but he also has a poor appetite, can hardly eat, and feels like vomiting when he eats something greasy.