Years of love

There are photos of recent graduates and exchange students in the window of the teaching building of the Ministry of Abroad. Xie Yi led them to find the photo of his brother Xie Tian. It was a one-inch photo, enlarged on the exhibition board.

Xie Yi looks very much like his brother.

"Your brother's name is Xie Tian, ​​why aren't you called Xie Di?" Gu Fan asked.

Xie Yi looked at him: "Is your Fan character annoying?"

Gu Fan was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to say something.

Yan Qi smiled and put it under Xie Tian's photo. There was a paragraph of text description, exactly as Xie Yi said, Xie Tian was the only student from No. [-] Middle School who was admitted to the Conservatory of Music.

"You said just now that your family is against it, so will they support your brother to study abroad?" Yan Qi asked.

"It's definitely not supported, but there's nothing I can do. My parents can't watch my brother go abroad to suffer, right? The tuition and living expenses will still be paid, and he and his girlfriend from the business school will take care of each other." Xie Yi said.

"What about you?" Yan Qi continued to ask, "Will your parents object too?"

"Of course, otherwise, my brother wouldn't give me his piano. Fortunately, the families of his buddies who formed a band with the same class have money. I can usually use the second rehearsal hall to practice the piano. Otherwise, this The road is cutting me off now." Xie Yi said while staring at his brother's photo.

"A band?" Gu Fan's eyes lit up: "A band? Is it really a band?"

Yan Qi sighed, and said to Xie Yi: "This guy has dreamed of playing in a band since elementary school."

Xie Yi nodded thoughtfully: "What musical instrument do you know?"

"Bess!" Gu Fan pushed his hips forward and made a head shaking motion: "Is he handsome?"

"Very angry." Xie Yi patted him on the shoulder and said, "I only know how to play the violin and suona, so I can't help you."

"I helped." Yan Qi said with a smile, "You can be the lead singer."

Xie Yi frowned: "Lead singer? I'm afraid I'll scare you."

"Does it scare me to my knees?" Yan Qi continued to laugh.

Xie Yi sighed: "Let Gu Fan take the bass to the No. [-] rehearsal hall first. If you want to form a band, you still need a guitar."

"Don't worry, it will take me at least two or three years before I can play the drums well. I heard what you said just now and I want to go straight to the No. [-] High School, so we will have enough time to practice." Yan Qi said.

The three of them suddenly had the same goal, the same secret, and even a secret base in the school. Gu Fan felt like he had been injected with chicken blood, and the excitement factor in his body was constantly activated. He was so excited that he wanted to go to the playground immediately. Run 1000 meters.

Cheng Ye stood in front of the red brick building and looked up. The color on the outside of the building has faded a lot, and the gray and red tones show a sense of vicissitudes that have been weathered for a long time.When he first walked into the community, he saw that the buildings here were dilapidated, no wonder it was so far away from the city.

Cheng Ye lit a cigarette, turned his back and waved to Chen Ze in the car, and got into the dark corridor.

Lifting his foot and stomping up the stairs, Cheng Ye raised a handful of dust and coughed a few times. He hurriedly waved his hands to disperse them, took two puffs of cigarettes and crushed them on the steps, and walked towards the fourth floor.

When he reached the door of 403, Cheng Ye tidied up his clothes and cleared his throat. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a smooth guitar sound.Although this song can be heard as a relatively introductory etude, it basically proves that the player can play the guitar.

Cheng Ye put down his hands and listened for a while, and only after the song ended did he lightly knock on the door.

He waited for half a minute before the door opened, and a thin and pale boy walked out, wearing a black mask that only covered his mouth.

The boy didn't look up at Cheng Ye, as if he didn't see anyone standing in front of him, he picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the room.

"Mr. Cheng?" A pleasant male voice came from the room, Cheng Ye looked away from the boy's back and nodded in response.

He always felt that there was something wrong with that boy.

"Hello, are you Mr. Bai Yanming? I'm Cheng Ye, the editor of Yuanli Publishing House." Cheng Ye handed the business card to the man. The living room was closed with curtains, so no light could come in. Only a small piece of light hit Bai Yanming's face. Moving around from time to time, Cheng Ye saw the shining black stud on his earlobe. It was very small but very delicate. It should be a black diamond.

Bai Yanming got up and poured him a glass of water, then went to the window and opened the curtains, a large piece of light flooded in, Cheng Ye squinted his eyes at the guitar placed on the table: "That kid just now?"

"It's my student. I'm teaching him how to play the guitar. He doesn't like to talk or call people. Please forgive me." Bai Yanming said with a smile.

"Son." Cheng Ye hesitated: "Did he write the article on your blog? Does he know about our cooperation?"

"I don't know. I never talk to him about things other than study and writing." Bai Yanming kept looking at Cheng Ye. "He's not interested in asking. This kid is relatively independent and only cares about what he wants to do."

"It's quite individual." Cheng Ye replied with a polite smile.

He looked at Bai Yanming as he spoke. He had a very short tan head, standing on his forehead, and his eyes were very energetic. When he spoke, his gaze never deviated from the other party. Not much taller, and slightly stronger than himself.

What surprised him the most was that the man in front of them who they thought would be a very mature man was actually very young.

But just out of college.

Since when did Cheng Ye start paying more attention to men's appearance? He didn't know, so he could only smile wryly in his heart, fearing that he would never go straight again.

When I go back, I have to give Chen Ze two good slaps.

"I heard that you have written two novels. We would like to read them. Do you have the typescripts?" Cheng Ye asked calmly.

"I don't have a typed manuscript, can I make a copy? My handwriting is quite standard, so it won't affect your review." After speaking, Bai Yanming took out a stack of A4 paper from the bookcase next to the desk and handed it to Cheng Ye, "It's just a little heavy. "

Cheng Ye's expression couldn't be described as shocked. He held the thick stack of manuscripts, his eyes were about to fall out of their sockets in the next second: "Handwritten?"

"Well, it's handwritten." Bai Yanming smiled embarrassedly: "It's not long."

"Not long?" Cheng Ye felt the weight of the copy with his hand: "A conservative estimate is 60 words."

"Almost." Bai Yanming continued to smile.

"I admire it, I really admire it." Cheng Ye carefully put the manuscript into his bag, "People who write with a pen these days, let alone a novel, are unlikely to even write an essay."

"Writing with a pen can calm the mind. Besides, I usually have more classes and sit in the office for a long time. It is more convenient to write with a pen. The school does not provide us with computers." Bai Yanming said.

Cheng Ye nodded: "We won't bother with your personal information or living conditions. The main purpose of our visit today is to meet you. We need to do three more review tasks to get your work to the agency. After review, if it can be published, We will send you the contract for your signature, and then a dedicated editor will be in charge of contacting you."

Bai Yanming took a sip of his tea with a smile, and seemed to hesitate to speak. Cheng Ye saw what he meant, and raised a glass to wait for him to speak.After a while, Bai Yanming said, "I have a small request."

"Please tell me." Cheng Ye replied with a smile.

"If my book can be published smoothly, can my students write the preface." Bai Yanming said: "Although he is only in the first grade of junior high school, he has loved writing since he was a child. I have been teaching him during this time, and his writing is very good. And the writing style is very interesting.”

"Generally for the sake of marketing and popularity, we will choose authors who have signed contracts with our publishing house and have certain influence to write prefaces for you. This will not only expand the popularity of the work and yourself, but also increase sales." Cheng Ye answered him with a smile: "However, we have a very friendly president, and we will definitely agree to what we say to him, provided that your two manuscripts can be successfully signed."

"Then thank you and the president first." The conversation was obviously coming to an end, Bai Yanming got up very politely with Cheng Ye and sent him out.

When Bai Yanming opened the door for Cheng Ye, he was caught off guard and bumped into the boy again. This time the boy was not wearing a mask, but he still didn't look up at Cheng Ye.

"Finished talking?" The boy's pleasant voice sounded, Cheng Ye subconsciously followed the voice and looked at the boy in front of him, taking a closer look at his face.

It looks very...delicate.

"Why are you back again?" Bai Yanming asked, taking the schoolbag from his hand and putting it aside.

"I didn't leave at first, I was afraid to disturb you, so I waited outside for a while. I forgot my clothes." The boy pointed to the bedroom.

Cheng Ye looked at them.

Bai Yanming squatted down, touched the boy's forehead and looked at him: "How does your body feel? Is it still burning?"

"It's much better." The boy replied softly, took out his clothes from the bedroom, and finally looked up at Cheng Ye with a flattering look, and continued to go downstairs with a cold face.

Cheng Ye was a little confused.

"As I said just now, he has a relatively withdrawn personality. He just had a serious illness last year and his health is very bad. I take care of him more in my daily life." Bai Yanming smiled: "I'll take you downstairs."

"No, no, hurry up, I'll go down by myself." Cheng Ye smiled politely and said to him.

"No matter how you think about it, it looks familiar." Cheng Ye slapped his thigh on the co-pilot: "Am I getting old? Why is my memory getting worse?"

"You've been talking all the way." Chen Ze held the steering wheel with his left hand, and naturally pinched his right hand on the back of his neck: "Don't think about it, have you written the editor-in-chief of the ninth issue of "Wild Game"?"

"No." Cheng Ye was so annoyed when he thought that he still had a lot of work on hand: "I don't even know what theme our magazine is doing, I have to read the content first before writing."

"No, I'll write it for you." Chen Ze withdrew his hand and interlocked the fingers of his left hand.

"You socialize so much and drink endlessly every day. I'm fine." Cheng Ye shook his hand twice, and suddenly heard his mobile phone singing happily, "Grandpa, your grandson is calling you." Pick it up He took a look and rubbed his temples.

"Hey, Dad." Cheng Ye sighed: "You have called me a few times in the past few days."

"What's the matter, it's not too much for you to come back and hit a hundred blind dates!" Cheng's father's hearty voice came from the microphone, and there was a female voice with more vital capacity beside him.

"Grandson! Big grandson!" Grandma smiled brightly, the corners of her mouth almost raised in front of Cheng Ye: "Grandma misses you to death!"

"I miss you too, grandma." Cheng Ye's face was drawn to the elder: "Tell me about my dad, don't keep introducing me to someone."

"That's right! I'm not in a hurry to be a grandma, I'm not old yet!" Grandma said loudly, "When will you come back and see me?"

"I've been very busy recently, let's finish my work." Cheng Ye smiled.

"Don't come back alone, come back together, don't care about men and women, whoever can take care of you is good! Grandma loves you!" Cheng Ye originally turned the volume to the maximum, and grandma's voice was loud and clear. Hearing it clearly, I couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you talking about, old lady, let me tell my son!" Cheng's father hurried to grab the phone.

"Understood, grandma, I love you too." Cheng Ye kissed the microphone and hung up the phone quickly.

Chen Ze rubbed his stomach and said with a smile, "Your grandma is so funny."

"I have to hurry up and come out while she's alive, or my father will probably beat me to death." Cheng Ye threw the phone into the storage compartment, continued to hold Chen Ze's hand, and turned his head to look at him after shaking for a while: "Stomach hurts again?"

"It's an old problem, just go home and take some medicine." Chen Ze said with a smile on his face as usual, and while waiting for the traffic lights, he couldn't help but go up to Cheng Ye and kiss him: "Prepare honey water at home tonight and wait for me when I come back. "

"Can't you stop drinking so much wine?" Cheng Ye tsk-tsk said, "What can you do if you don't drink a meal?"

"You can get a lot of items and orders in one meal." Chen Ze said, "I want to support you."

"I'm so rich and I want you to support me?" Cheng Ye glared at him.

"That's different." Chen Ze smiled: "This is the boyfriend's responsibility."

These eight heart-pounding words hit the softest part of Cheng Cheng's ambition, making his heart itch, and at the same time, Chen Zelai's heart ached.In fact, he didn't know Chen Ze very well, he only knew that this man with a smile on his face only did his best for two things, one was to talk about business, and the other was to chase after himself.

Since they lived together, the pig's nest has become a golden nest. They eat three meals a day with balanced nutrition. There is not even a hair on the ground. The clothes are always neatly stacked in the cabinet. The family has added a lot There are emotional decorations, and occasionally there are a few bouquets of flowers that you can see when you open your eyes in the morning.

Cheng Ye had never been distracted in the previous relationships, so he didn't care whether he was dumped or not. Being dumped could make his conscience feel at ease, except for Tan Yingying who felt a little guilty.However, now he was a little afraid that he would be trapped in Chen Ze's place. Once this feeling arises, he will easily collapse.

"What are you thinking? Could it be that you were scared by a glass of honey water? Can't do it?" Chen Ze laughed.

"I didn't think about anything, just..." Cheng Ye glanced at him: "I'm thinking about your business."

"I have nothing to think about, I'm by your side every day." Chen Ze squeezed his hand tightly: "You don't have to think about anything, I will take care of everything."

"Yeah." Cheng Ye turned his head to the side, but his ears turned red.

Good for nothing, Cheng Ye, he stared out the window at the scenery passing by quickly, like a woman, so good for nothing.

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