After returning to the classroom, Jiang Chengwen was inexplicably worried.

But Han Jing was surprisingly calm and didn't even mention it.

Many times, emotions never rest on the surface.

In Jiang Chengwen's impression, Han Jing seemed to understand this truth at a very young age.

So, she would rather say nothing and digest it alone, perhaps sleep or eat a big meal, so that she could digest these emotions.

After the first evening self-study get out of class, it was completely dark.

That person has left the school.

Jiang Chengwen and Han Jing stood in the corridor, blowing the evening breeze.

Han Jing enjoyed the breeze and closed her eyes. When the breeze blew up, the chaotic thoughts in her mind disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Chengwen glanced sideways and said nothing.

This hard work to live in the darkness makes people feel pity for her.

"Go back." Jiang Chengwen said.

Han Jing opened her eyes and nodded, "Yes."

Just a word, simplicity is enough.

...

Friday is coming in a blink of an eye.

Starting this week, the holiday dates have been reduced, and senior high school students need to return to school on Saturday afternoons.

Old Ban specifically reminded him of the safety of holidays and emphasized this matter.

In short, it shortened the day's vacation.

There is not much time left in the last four weeks!

Jiang Chengwen asked: "Are you planning for the weekend?"

"Review." Han Jing replied.

She has been reviewing day and night for the past few days, and her eyes have been waxing dark circles. It can be seen how hard she is.

Seeing this, Jiang Chengwen didn't say anything more.

The two walked out of the school gate side by side, chatting together along the way.

At the time of separation of the bus stop.

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

Jiang Chengwen watched Han Jing get on the bus until the bus disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief, too.

When he got home, Jiang Chengwen went straight to the bedroom. Jiang's mother didn't say much, and was eating fruit to watch the show.

In the last week, Jiang Chengwen wrote a lot of manuscripts.

He wrote the contents of the manuscript into the computer document. In a week, he had improved 80% of the content, but some data was estimated, and the specifics needed to be inspected on site.

While thinking, the phone rang.

"Dingling, Dingling..."

The contact person reads [Ding Liang], which is the number saved from before.

"Hey, Brother Ding."

"Xiao Jiang, you're on holiday today, right? The copyright books for those two songs have been released. I'll send them to you by the way?"

"I'll come and get it." Jiang Chengwen said.

"It's okay, I'll come here, it won't be in the way."

"This...is done, go to the entrance of the community to call me."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chengwen continued to write the document.

More than twenty minutes passed, he received a call from Ding Liang again, so he packed up and went out.

"I'll go out and come back soon."

"Okay." Jiang Ma agreed.

Jiang Chengwen went downstairs and headed straight to the entrance of the community.

Ding Liang's crown stopped at the intersection and could be seen at a glance.

Ding Liang rolled down the car window and waved: "Here."

Jiang Chengwen got into the car, and then he heard Ding Liang say, "Will you go and have something to eat later?"

Jiang Chengwen probably understood what he said, and Ding Liang probably had something else to do when he asked him.

"I can do it." Jiang Chengwen did not refuse.

"become."

Ding Liang took him to an old hot pot restaurant.

The hot pot restaurant is open in the middle of a residential building, and there is no need to take a photo, but the old hot pot in this residential building is a delicious food hidden in southern Yu.

After the two of them sat down, they ordered some dishes.

Ding Liang said: "These two songs have received a lot of responses online now, and many people are asking when they will be launched."

Jiang Chengwen said: "I didn't bring my cell phone in school, so I don't know about this."

"You don't know. Nowadays, many people are asking you. People who come to the bar are asking you when you will come again and what your name is. It's very embarrassing for me to be the lead singer."

Ding Liang smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"I'm not as professional as Brother Ding."

Jiang Chengwen said: "But, the bar business should be much better, right?"

"It's full every day." Ding Liang said.

He was a little surprised, the response was too great, and the bar security has increased several times recently.

"That's good."

Jiang Chengwen agreed.

After a while, the dishes were served, and the duck blood was first placed, and then the tripe, cod, tribute dishes, slippery meat, beef...

No matter what month it is, Yunan needs hot pot!

Jiang Chengwen sucked a piece of tripe, while Ding Liang asked, "Don't you really plan to make music? I feel that you are very talented."

Jiang Chengwen shook his head and said, "Brother Ding, you are wrong. I have no talent."

You can't tell him that they were copied.

"You're really angry."

Ding Liang smiled helplessly and said, "Ask casually are just two hot songs. Are you called talentless?"

"I really don't have any talent."

Obviously, Jiang Chengwen's rebuttal was powerless.

Seeing this, Ding Liang stopped asking anything and said, "You don't know. Because of your song, my elders praised me for a long time, and now I am happy to support me. I plan to open an entertainment company. Are you interested in being a producer?"

"I'm underage."

“…”

Ding Liang smiled helplessly and almost forgot about this.

He said: "Should you be a grown-up soon."

"In June, the seventh month of the new calendar is gone."

"Isn't that soon?"

Ding Liang smiled and said, "To be honest, you have to help me. This company is also the first step on my way to start a business. I don't want him to collapse too quickly."

Jiang Chengwen swallowed the tripe in his mouth and said, "Brother Ding believes me so much? Let me, a high school student under 18, decide the life and death of your company? It's too exaggerated."

Ding Liang crossed his hands and said, "I'm sure there must be a lot of things in your stomach."

Jiang Chengwen met his gaze, and Ding Liang had great confidence in him.

Jiang Chengwen was thinking about the feasibility of this matter again.

He is not very interested in music, but he is very interested in money.

After all, he is vulgar. How many people don’t like money?
To be continued...