Times of Our Lives

Chapter 46

When Ji Qinyang woke up, he bowed his head and saw Xie Meng sleeping in his arms. He looked for a while, and was not willing to move, and just kissed the forehead gently.

Xie Meng was originally shallow sleep, and opened his eyes stupidly to see Ji Qinyang.

"Sleep again." Ji Qinyang hugged him.

Xie Meng reached out and touched his face, and suddenly said softly, "I took the headphones back."

"..." Ji Qinyang froze for a second, and jumped out of bed without even wearing pants. When he came back, he was not wearing headphones, but a gift given to Xie Meng.

Xie Meng: "?"

Ji Qinyang asked him: "Did you take it apart?"

Xie Meng did not answer, Ji Qinyang muttered: "Forget it, it's okay to disassemble."

He opened the box, took the ring out of it, and clenched Xie Meng's hand.

"..." Xie Meng couldn't help crying: "You're too tight."

Ji Qinyang bowed his head and gave him a ring, "Because I want to hold you firmly."

Xie Meng no longer spoke. He watched Ji Qinyang put the ring into the base of his fingers, and then gently and reverently printed a kiss on it.

"Happy 10th Anniversary." Ji Qinyang raised his head, his eyes were a bit red, and his eyes focused on Xie Meng's face.

"No matter how many years have passed," he said with a smile, "I love you."

Since the band's dissolution, Ji Qinyang is equivalent to completely taking a long vacation. Xie Meng wants to go to work. Director Gang Sheng has been very busy for a while, and almost arrives home every day after 8 or 9pm.

Then I don't know when, Ji Qinyang started preparing him for supper.

Because he did not enter the kitchen for a long time, Ji Qinyang's cooking level was very average. Xie Meng did not say that he ate clean every time.

"What about the clothes you changed yesterday?" Xie Meng took a shower and found out that the washing machine was empty.

Ji Qinyang laid the bed and didn't care: "I washed it during the day."

Xie Meng frowned, and he folded over and took hand cream in the bathroom to paint Ji Qinyang.

"..." The other side held him amused. "It doesn't matter. I have nothing to do at home, or do housework."

Xie Meng was silent for a while. As long as he was there, Ji Qinyang had not been to the music room. He knew that the other party was quitting alcohol, but he had not touched the piano for several days.

"I haven't got much inspiration lately." Ji Qinyang knew what he was thinking, and joked poorly: "Maybe there is no way to write songs, you have to support me."

Xie Meng glanced at him, not very concerned: "You raised me in college."

Ji Qinyang was speechless: "This line is wrong, you should ask,‘ what do you pay me back for? ”'

Xie Meng had to follow his words and asked: "What do you pay me back?"

Ji Qinyang hugged the other person and carried it to the bed, raising his eyebrows condescendingly: "Nothing can be rewarded, only compensation is paid."

Xie Meng: "..."

Waiting for Xie Meng to fall asleep in the middle of the night, Ji Qinyang will rise again. He went to the music room, put on the headphones to write the score, changed it back and forth a few times but was not satisfied, and subconsciously wanted to find wine. Already.

Sitting in the middle of the night without any inspiration, Ji Qinyang stood up with some decadence and went out, outside the door, Xie Meng stood there.

Ji Qinyang opened his mouth, and pretending to be relaxed, "What time is it?"

Xie Meng didn't answer and didn't ask much. He took a blanket and put on Ji Qinyang: "It's almost the beginning of autumn, and you're not afraid of freezing."

Ji Qinyang didn't know what to say, he sniffed and hugged each other.

Xie Meng reached out and patted his shoulder gently.

Ji Qinyang whispered, "Charge and power off."

Xie Meng smiled: "Well, I will also charge the battery."

Qi Fei suddenly called after the 11th long vacation. Ji Qinyang didn't hear the phone beside him at first. He didn't write a complete song in a few months, and his condition was very bad.

He didn't find it until the phone rang five or six times.

"I'm still composing and composing, big artist." Qi Fei's voice was still whimpering for ten years.

Ji Qinyang's depressed mood was a lot better for him.

"It's finally going to be banqueted?" Ji Qinyang joked: "Are we asking for a red envelope?"

Qi Fei: "It's enough to have a red envelope. You will have to come to the concert to attend the concert in person. I remember what I promised before."

Ji Qinyang smiled bitterly: "I'm not famous now. What kind of concert is it?"

Qi Fei hesitated: "What the hell, when did you become so irritated, why, no inspiration?"

Ji Qinyang turned the pen in his hand and said nothing.

Qi Fei laughed over the phone: "It's not like you. There is nothing to be afraid of. What about it, should you come back to Suzhou?"

Ji Qinyang: "What do you do back to Suzhou?"

Qi Fei: "If you stay in a city for a long time, you will always lose your passion. It doesn't matter where you work, let alone the roots. In the final analysis, there is no hometown anywhere. Maybe you have another inspiration. "

Ji Qinyang was silent for a long time. He took a deep breath and said seriously: "You forgot I have Xie Meng? He has a better future and career in Beijing. How can he give up for me if he gives up?"

"..." Qi Fei probably didn't expect this, he muttered something, Ji Qinyang didn't understand.

"Anyway, you think about it." Qi Fei said at last: "Iron man came back at the beginning of the year, Zhang Lianban and Han Dong are planning to return this year. Besides, you are not Xie Meng, you do n’t ask, how do you know what he thinks? "

Ji Qinyang: "..."

Qi Fei sighed: "Yang brother, we all know what happened in Beijing, but it doesn't matter. You not only have Xie Meng but also us."

"It doesn't matter how much money you want to sponsor." Qi Feile cheerfully said, "I don't get married at most."

Ji Qinyang raised his hand to cover his eyes. After a long time, he pretended to be calm and said, "Then I am too guilty, and Gu Dabei must not hate me."

Qi Fei smiled heartlessly on the phone for a long time: "This is not what I said, my sister is the same as I thought."

When Xie Meng came back at night, it was rare to see Ji Qinyang playing the piano in the music room. The other party looked back when he heard the sound of closing the door. He smiled at Xie Meng: "Here he is."

"Come back." Xie Meng took off his jacket, and he walked to Ji Qinyang, reached out and picked up the opponent's bangs, and kissed his forehead: "No supper tonight?"

Ji Qinyang pushed him to the kitchen to serve dishes: "How could it not be."

Xie Meng was helpless when he saw a large table of dishes: "You have the rhythm of feeding pigs."

"Isn't I going to lose money?" Ji Qinyang squeezed the other's face and smiled, "Which pig is dead and fed like you?"

Ji Qinyang took two wine glasses, and he motioned to Xie Meng: "Come on."

Xie Meng laughed: "Only a little."

Ji Qinyang sat opposite to Xie Meng and drank slowly. He did not have the habit of eating supper. He only focused on watching Xie Meng eating and occasionally served vegetables to each other. Xie Meng's bowl was empty from beginning to end.

Xie Meng stopped halfway to eat: "Qi Fei called you today?"

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: "How do you know?"

Xie Meng bit his chopsticks: "You don't care how I know, what you think."

"What do you think?" Ji Qinyang calmly filled him with a bowl of soup: "Your bank didn't do it? So hard to fight to this step, how can I say go and leave, I'm just not in a good shape for a while now, God is back. "

Xie Meng did not speak, he ate a few more mouthfuls, suddenly dropped the bowl, and began to roll up his sleeves.

"Let's do this." Xie Meng raised his arm: "Old rules, we rub our wrists."

Ji Qinyang froze, he frowned: "Why?"

Xie Meng looked at the other's eyes firmly: "Just like before, we encountered differences and rubbed our wrists." He pulled Ji Qinyang's hand and held tightly with himself: "If I win, we will Stay together in Beijing, if you win, we will return to Suzhou. "

Xie Meng looked at Ji Qinyang and smiled. He seriously said, "You can't put water, you won't regret it."

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When Baby Bear learned that Xie Meng and they were going back to Suzhou, it felt like a thunderstorm ...

"I still want Ji Qinyang to be the song of my next movie!" Baby Bear was heartbroken: "You don't want me anymore?"

Xie Meng was half dead by the phrase "You don't want me anymore ..." After consoling for a long time, he comforted: "It's the same where you make music, just like when you make a film, you can also come to Suzhou to take pictures."

Baby Bear said in pain: "It is not easy for me to find someone to eat when you return to Suzhou."

Xie Meng: "In the future, I will be rich. I will fly to Suzhou to eat, and I will show you Suzhou food for a day."

"What a day is enough," Baby Bear mumbled. "I have a long standby."

"..." Xie Meng found that as soon as it involved eating, the focus of the baby bear changed completely.

"Don't talk about me." Xie Meng sighed. "How the **** are you and Zheng Ming? Have you invited him to film?"

"Speaking of this!" Baby Bear patted his thigh, excited: "I can finally find a reason for him to film!"

Xie Meng also rejoiced: "Really? What's the reason?"

Baby bear sneaked out of his mobile phone, he opened a video, the screen was a little dangling, Xie Meng looked for a long time before he found that he was taking a photo in a dance classroom.

"..." Xie Meng: "This is ... the film emperor?"

Baby Bear nodded solemnly: "He once danced Yangge in the dance room, and I was photographed secretly."

Xie Meng: "..."

Baby Bear: "I told him, if you don't want to make headlines on the topic of" Yingge of Yang Ying, the level is comparable to the square dance, "come on my new film."

Xie Meng half opened his mouth: "... have he agreed?"

Baby Bear stared: "Don't agree!" He stretched out five fingers and shook it very hard: "I'm Weibo V! 52,000 followers!"

"..." Xie Meng felt the need to remind each other, Zheng Ming seems to have passed 40 million fans ...