However, the music stopped, making the quiet audience in the banquet hall a little stunned for a moment. Lingjing wanted to continue playing, but when she heard Jia Ming also stopped, she quickly wiped the tears from her face in embarrassment, and then Jia Ming
Ming picked up the colored ball and stood up with a smile.
"Uh, sorry, we're here, then... who's next?"
He smiled brightly on the stage, but the people in the audience had already reacted and kept shouting: "I haven't finished singing yet, I haven't finished singing yet..."
"This song feels so good..."
"Sing it again! Sing it again!"
Amidst the noise, Jia Ming smiled and said: "Uh, sorry, I came here to take someone home, and I haven't had dinner yet because I'm so busy. Uh, who wants to sing? By the way, I just saw that guy over there
The beauty raised her hands very high, and I seemed to have unintentionally snatched her opportunity to perform, hey, go on."
No one raised their hands below. He smiled and threw the colored ball to the side of Dongfang Road not far away. Dong Danwen was still surprised and dazed. The colored ball flew over and she subconsciously caught it. Then she looked at the people around her in embarrassment:
"This... that..." She originally wanted to perform what she wrote in front of the two musicians, but after listening to the song "Dongfeng Po", she really didn't dare to show off her shame anymore.
However, no one really paid attention to her now. More than half of the people in front were asking Jiaming to finish singing the song or sing it again. Dongfang Lu looked at the person on the stage with a somewhat bitter look. Zheng Zepei and Huang Lao were already there.
He stood up from his seat and walked slowly towards the stage. However, Jiaming was not a person who cared about other people's opinions. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and stretched out his left hand, regardless of the requests of the crowd below: "Let's go.
.”
The tears on Lingjing's face were not dry, but she could not hide her beautiful smile. She ran over and put her right hand into his. It was undeniable that the performance just now was a romantic one that no girl could resist.
Fortunately, this was just a simple carnival. Jiaming and Lingjing were not famous idols. When they walked off the stage, many people regretfully asked to sing again, but not many people stopped them. Even if there were one or two
Someone was running around asking about this and that, introducing his identity by the way. Jia Ming also fiddled with it casually. Now the crowd was crowded, and even if he used a little more force, no one would notice that something was wrong. However, when he was approaching the door, two people
The middle-aged man squeezed in from the side. Just as Jia Ming was about to push, Dongfang Lu suddenly appeared.
"Jia Ming, Ling Jing, wait, wait..."
Strangers can push around, but for acquaintances, they can only remain polite when looking up at school. Although Dongfang Lu was almost suppressed by Jiaming in singing from all angles, he still smiled at this time.
It seems that there is nothing that he cares too much about. He first praised Jiaming and then introduced the identities of these two middle-aged men. They are both well-known figures in the music industry. Ordinary songwriters in China,
Not knowing them was simply a sin. Lingjing didn't know this part clearly, but seeing Dongfang Lu's respectful attitude when introducing their names, she greeted them politely and said: "Hello." Jia Ming just said
He nodded lightly.
"Uh, hello you two, then... let's go back to eat in a hurry, shall we..."
This attitude was clearly asking the two of them to give way, and their faces suddenly became a little unhappy. The music world is in deep water. No matter how good you are at writing songs and lyrics, if no one helps, if others don't want your songs at all,
That's also a waste, and as a songwriter, who doesn't want to be famous? These two people happen to be the fastest way to become famous.
As leading figures in the music industry, if they are interested in a certain singer or author, even if the person has not eaten for three to five days, they will probably sit down and listen to the instructions. However, the young man in front of them actually told them to get out of here!
Then Zheng Zepei smiled: "Well, actually, we first want to ask, is this song... really written by you?"
Jiaming smiled: "I don't need to explain this. Sorry, it's past nine-ten. I haven't eaten anything because I'm busy tonight. Lingjing, are you hungry?"
"I'm hungry too." Lingjing's tone was a little stiff, because she was angry now because of Zheng Zepei's words.
"Well, then..." He stretched out his hand to push Zheng Zepei away in front of him. Before he could get it back, Mr. Huang on the side had already reached out and held Jiaming's hand. The reason why Jiaming didn't avoid it was because he was already thinking about whether he should go there.
Kill these two guys tonight.
"Well, I'm sorry, but since this song was written by you, Gu Jiaming, you should know the significance of this song to today's music scene." Mr. Huang's tone was a little excited at this time, "I can hear this song.
The song is a simplified version adapted by you. You said that there will also be musical instruments such as Pi, Erhu and others involved in the song... Well, I'm sorry, I didn't bring my business card with me today, but we can make an appointment to have a detailed discussion.
The style of this song will trigger a storm in the current music world..."
"Oh, I understand, I understand..." Jiaming nodded impatiently, "If you like it, I will sell you this song next time, but now... we really have to leave, goodbye." Break free from him.
Holding hands, Jia Ming led Lingjing towards the door. At the door, he turned around and waved: "Goodbye, Senior Dongfang, have a nice Christmas Eve." Lingjing also smiled and waved, and then the glass
The door separates the inside and outside into two worlds.
Suddenly walking out on the snow-covered street, Lingjing breathed hard into her hands. Jiaming opened the bicycle lock, then took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and handed them over: "Hey, I just passed by a small shop when I was repairing the tire.
, just thinking of you
The set is already too small, don’t miss it as a Christmas gift.”
"Haha, thank you." Even though it was not expensive, Lingjing still seemed very happy to receive Jiaming's gift. She put on the gloves. The size was just right, and the front of the five fingers was exposed. It was a type that could play the piano after wearing it.
.
Quietly looking at the happy Lingjing, Dongfang Lu's eyes were a little sad inside the glass door. The gloves he had given her so much effort were said to be given to others generously as soon as she changed hands. Now he received a pair of gloves like this
, I chose to put it on immediately, and I was extremely happy. After a while, Lingjing sat on the back seat of the bicycle, holding Jiaming's waist affectionately with both hands. Under the reflection of street lights, car lights, neon lights and snow, the bicycle slowly walked along the street.
Putting his hands into Jiaming's pockets, Lingjing leaned against his back affectionately. Recalling the scene during the performance, his heart still felt sweet. After a long time, he felt that wearing gloves actually isolated Jiaming's body temperature.
, she took off her new gloves and put them into her pocket, and asked curiously: "Jia Ming, was that song really written by you?"
"Of course, who else could it be if it wasn't me?"
"I'm wondering if it was written by Sister Yahan, you... hum, no wonder that ugly middle-aged uncle doubted you..."
"Haha, then you are so angry?"
"If someone doubts my husband, of course he will be angry! But is it really not Sister Yahan? I will ask her when I get back."
"Please, Lingjing, if you want to insult me, don't insult that song, okay? Even Yahan, a childish and neurotic woman, can write songs... In fact, you also know me. When encountering a critical situation, my little universe will
It will break out, as I said, someone is coveting my wife, so of course I can only catch up..."
"Well, I'm sorry." Lingjing leaned her cheek against Jiaming's back and said softly, "He said he wanted to thank me and then gave me a flower. There were so many people down there, I didn't know what to do...
And I didn’t see clearly that it was a rose..."
"Next time, don't accept money from others."
"Um."
"Next time he talks to you, tell him that you are a good person, you will be a good person all your life, and your whole family is a good person...do you know?"
Lingjing laughed out loud and hit Jiaming lightly: "Okay, I will tell him frankly that she used to be Jiaming's child bride, but now she is Jiaming's little wife, and she has to sleep with him every night.
It has been used many times, and it has become a waste. Senior Dongfang, you are a good person, but I am not worthy of you... Is this okay?"
"He will commit suicide. Remember to go up to the rooftop and tell him, and then he jumps off. I happened to be watching from below... I have never seen anyone jump off a building..."
"You bad guy..."
We were talking and laughing along the way, and we arrived at the small villa where Yahan lived at about 9:40. This apartment is in a wealthy area next to the school, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Sacred Heart College is rich and provides temporary housing for teaching staff.
Everyone can use the villa, but of course it is only possible for important employees like Yahan whose families hold shares in the college.
Next to the road, white wooden fences enclose independent small courtyards, green lawns, and European-style buildings with red tiles and white walls—of course, they are all covered with thick white snow now, and most of the foreign employees of Sacred Heart College are here.
Living here, the bicycles drive all the way and are surrounded by colorful lights and joyful scenes. Yahan’s villa is also covered with beautiful lights. There are two beautiful Christmas trees on the snow in front of the door. Open the small door.
, Lingjing sighed: "She's so beautiful. Sister Yahan said it was just a casual gathering. She must have spent a lot of time."
She didn't come over in the afternoon, so she sighed at this scene, but Jia Ming had already seen it and pointed to the surrounding houses: "Look at how beautiful they are. In this area, you will be looked down upon if you are careless or careless.
…And it wasn’t Sister Yahan who did it, she was looking for temporary workers…”
Lingjing rolled her eyes at him: "You are always good at arranging people." Before she could finish her words, she saw countless colored lights on the villa suddenly flashed a few times and made a "sizzling" sound, and then the whole villa suddenly
As darkness fell, firelight and panicked sounds could be heard faintly from the kitchen window.
Holding Lingjing's shoulder, Jiaming had already pulled out the dagger: "I'll go in and take a look, you hide first..."
Asking Lingjing to hide behind the Christmas tree in a nearby yard, Jiaming jumped in from the unlocked living room window. The dishes and chopsticks were already placed on the table, and firelight and noise came from the kitchen.
Although there were no lights in the villa at this time, the snow outside reflected the light from other houses. For Jiaming, the light was still sufficient. He walked a few steps quietly, and suddenly the sound of someone falling to the ground came from the bathroom next to him.
, followed by a soft cry of "ah", which was Yahan's cry.
Turning the dagger in his right hand, he had already grasped the tip of the dagger. With his left hand, he stretched out two iron wires for unlocking, inserted them into the keyhole of the bathroom, turned them violently, shrank his body towards the door, and then threw himself.
He went out and wanted to swing a knife. Taking into account the reaction time, his knife swing speed would not be slower than the average killer's bullets.
A moment later, another scream from Yahan came from the bathroom...