At around eight o'clock the next morning, I got up, brushed my teeth and washed my face. Fang Jing told Fang Hui and sent Yan Jing and the others to the airport.
"Old Chen, I haven't asked yet, where is your university choice?"
In the car, Chen Jinpeng was swaying with his legs crossed, and said in a tone that made him suddenly rich, "My dad told me to study architecture, saying that I would make a lot of money by setting up a construction site in the future."
"But I secretly signed up for a computer. You said my house has been demolished, so why do I still have to suffer so much? You don't have a long life, so just do something you like."
"What about you Yan Jing?"
"My family has not been demolished." Yan Jing rolled her eyes, "But my parents didn't force me. They all let me choose on my own, so I signed up for the Chinese language program and will engage in writing work in the future, as a small editor or something."
"Chinese language, being an editor?" Fang Jing muttered, "That's really good."
"Yes! I have a lot of work and I am not tired. If I can't do it, I will switch to writing online articles to make a living. I will sleep for three days a day and get up in the afternoon to code."
Fang Jing laughed. Isn't this what he said to Yan Jing when he was in junior high school?
When they arrived at the airport, Yan Jing asked Chen Jinpeng to go in first. She still had a few words to say to Fang Jing.
"Fang Jing, will we have a chance to meet again in the future?"
"Yes! I'll just call you if I have a singing session next time."
That's what he said, but Fang Jing knew that he still had so much time. He couldn't hold a few shows a year. Even if he had time, Yan Jing would still have to take classes.
The next year will be a period of rapid development for him, and his daily workload will be several times that of now. He will not be able to go home for the New Year and holidays, let alone class reunions.
Fang Hui, who used to be particularly bothered by him coming home, is no longer bothered anymore. She only sees her relatives once every three to five months, and only stays together for a few days. That girl is also quite lonely.
"Fang Jing..."
"Um?"
With her heart pounding, Yan Jing had only one sentence left on her lips after typing the draft she had been typing all night, "Do you... like me?"
She asked seriously, looking at Fang Jing without blinking.
Seeing that Fang Jing didn't speak for a while, she felt depressed and continued: "You said before that I didn't understand anything and would wait until high school. Now I'm about to go to college. I came here just because I want a result."
"I've been waiting for this result for three years. I agreed to go to high school. On the day of the report, I looked for it over and over again on the bulletin board and didn't see your name. You lied to me again."
"Last time in No. 1 Middle School, I finally shouted out the words that I had been hiding in my heart for several years, but you perfunctory me. I went back and cried for a long time. My mother told me to forget you, but I just couldn't forget it. You obviously promised me
of."
When Yan Jing talked about her mother, Fang Jing thought of her father, who would go to their house to rest for a night. Yan Jing thought her father didn't know.
That night, the old man kept Bao Long Tu Beheading Pan Renmei in the living room all night. He was so frightened that he lay on the floor for half the night without falling asleep.
"You avoided my confession the first two times. This is the last time. From now on... I won't come."
Looking at the tearful Yan Jing, Fang Jing sighed, "When have I ever kept my word? I didn't say I wouldn't let you come."
"ah?"
The next moment, Yan Jing burst into laughter and threw herself into Fang Jing's arms, hugging him tightly, "So you promised me?"
"Didn't I tell you last time that I like you too, but you didn't hear me clearly."
"I'm leaving. Remember to come and pick me up in September!" A few minutes later, Yan Jing wiped Fang Jingyi's tears and nose from his clothes, smiling and waving.
"Aren't you going to college? Where can I pick you up?"
"My university is in Shanghai."
"I know!" Fang Jing couldn't laugh or cry, but just now he thought that this girl really wasn't coming.
In the distance, Huang Bo and Luo Zhixiang walked over slowly, taking pictures with their mobile phones, "Look, they said they were classmates yesterday. This is proof. I won't delete them without more than a dozen meals."
"Neither can I! I want seventeen or eighteen songs." Luo Zhixiang said seriously.
"Let's go! I'm in." Seeing Huang Bo and the others, Yan Jing hurriedly turned around and left with her small schoolbag on her back.
"Fang Jing, don't tell me you're here to see us off so early in the morning?"
"I'll see my classmates off."
"Pull him down. Where are your classmates? We all saw them just now?"
"Okay, she's my girlfriend."
"That's right!" Luo Zhixiang hugged his shoulders and said to Huang Bo: "Brother Bo, let me talk to him about something first and see you later."
"I've sent you the album style and several demos. Remember to read it when you get back. It needs to be done by October, otherwise I'll call you every three days to urge you."
"What album?"
Luo Zhixiang beat his chest and said, "You promised to help me write songs."
"Oh, that's it. I understand. Don't worry, I will definitely get it done for you before October."
"Good brother!"
…
Instead of going home, Fang Jing went directly back to the company to work. In the car, the driver Lao Wang looked at his nose and nose, as if he didn't even see what happened just now.
In an office next to Yang Ning, Huang Xiaoming and Deng Chao were sitting and drinking tea. This is the current office of Fang Jing's group. There are many of them, and the team will get bigger and bigger in the future. The company specially approved it.
Xiao Wenjing and her assistant Wu Jiajia usually work here, and occasionally Gao Wei from the publicity side comes over for meetings.
"Brother Xiao Ming, how come you have time to come to our company? You didn't notify me in advance?" Fang Jing greeted him as soon as he entered.
"I want to ask you for help with a small matter, but I didn't have time to say it late yesterday."
Fang Jing understood. No wonder these two people suddenly appeared at the concert. It turned out that they wanted to see him for something, and it was probably just a coincidence.
"What's the relationship between us? Let's talk about it. As long as I can do it, I won't refuse."
No matter what the matter is, Fang Jing will brag about it first. If he can't do it, we'll talk about it. Anyway, he must have an attitude.
Huang Xiaoming said: "It's like this. Deng Chao has a movie that lacks the first episode. I contacted several people but couldn't get it fixed. I really have no choice. Brother, I can only ask you to blame me."
"Write a song! What's the name of the movie and what are the requirements?"
Deng Chao said quickly: "Passing through your world, the name has been decided. The requirement is that it is a bit youthful and sad, but not the youth of seventeen or eighteen years old, but the youth of twenty-five or six."
"It's better to write about two lovers who miss each other, but they still love each other in their hearts."
Fang Jing was confused. No wonder others couldn't write about the youth of twenty-five and six and the youth of seventeen or eighteen? Is this what people say?
"I really want to know who made this request?"
Deng Chao was embarrassed, "Director Han Han."
No wonder! After thinking about it for a moment, Fang Jing tried to hum: "I have passed through your world, and I have lived in all its glory. Please go forward, and there is no need to look back. I am the one waiting for you at the end."
"Yes, yes! This is the one!" Deng Chao said excitedly, "This is the theme melody of our movie. Can you sing a few more lines and let me hear it?"
Fang Jing was depressed: "Brother Chao, I just hummed a few lines casually, and I haven't composed the other words yet. Give me the plot outline and I'll write it later. After I finish it, I'll record a demo and send it to you."
"No problem!" Deng Chao nodded excitedly. It seemed that they had found the right person this time. In front of Fang Jing, they had already found seven or eight musicians, many of whom had been famous for a long time, but none of them were satisfied.
After the two left, Yang Ning took out a contract and said, "Since you agreed, just sign it."
"What to sign?"
"They follow the formal procedure. You help compose and sing, and you will be paid 300,000 yuan afterwards."
Fang Jing was slightly surprised, he thought it was Huang Xiaoming's favor.