I didn't know what I was playing in the car. When Jiahe approached, he heard someone playing guitar and singing. The voice was very good, and there were two or three female voices in conjunction. She easily recognized Qiao Qiao, who was incomplete incest. When she was gloating, Yi Wenze, who was walking in front, stopped and turned around. He caught himself off guard and almost hit him.

"Thank you," Yi Wenze finally spoke, "The hot pot is delicious."

"That," Jiahe smiled, "Don't be polite."

She looked at Yi Wenze and hesitated for a while, but still didn't say anything comforting. It was great to be able to eat at the same table at a distance of not far or near. His feelings and life were better to secretly complain when reading web news.

"Next song next song," Qiao Qiao's voice came from the car, "Who got 2?"

It seemed that Cheng Hao admitted it, and he made a defense that he was really not full of tone, which caused Qiao Qiao to curse, saying that his benchmark was standing here, who would dare to say that he was not full of tone...

Yi Wenze leaned against the rear of the car: "You go in first, I'll get in later."

Jiahe understood what he meant, and got on the car first, and the sign was thrown aside, and the beer cans were thrown everywhere. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits and didn't care about getting up early tomorrow to start construction. At this time, Cheng Hao was forced by Qiao Qiao, cleared his throat. Qiao Qiao held the guitar, crossed his legs, and tweeted it casually: "What are you singing?"

Cheng Hao stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly: "Old man, just choose one that I am deeply impressed with, Chunni."

Qiao Qiao looked at him sideways: "Don't this song describes his love with his wife? Now they are divorced, so unlucky." Even though he said this, he still dutifully set a tune for him. Cheng Hao's voice has great potential, a song "Spring Mud", familiar sentences, and familiar melody: "The words all over the sky fall in his ears, and you and I are silent and don't respond. Holding your hand, you cry red eyes..."

She still remembered that the gossip recorded the acquaintance between the musical talent and his wife, a very dreamy talent show, and fell in love at first sight for decades... In the end, she ended up with the revelation of an extramarital affair, which was a bleak ending. Somehow, she remembered Yi Wenze again.

As the end sounded, Yi Wenze got into the car and took the beer handed over by Xiao Ou. The excitement in the car did not retreat because of his coming in, but instead heated up when he showed up.

Qiao Qiao looked at Jiahe sly, handed her guitar, and smiled at Yi Wenze, "Teacher Yi, you are the finale." As soon as she spoke, everyone gave in. Yi Wenze smiled, without refusing, took the guitar and tried a few notes, and then slowly began to play a low song.

Jiahe sat down next to Qiao Qiao, and it was easy to hear that this was don’tcry.

An old song.

The hoarse and deep moan easily makes people think a lot. Everyone tacitly remembered his sensational marriage and consciously silenced. The original fame of this song was because of the powerful accompaniment of the guitarist and the voice of the lead singer. Yi Wenze, who leaned in front of him and held the guitar, easily combined the two together and performed perfectly, with an attitude as if no one else was around.

Jiahe looked at his side face, his posture of holding the guitar, and his fingers plucking the strings up and down. Such songs and lyrics can indeed make people think of a lot.

After that, how did Qiao Qiao use all kinds of tricks to ask them what they were doing in the car? She didn't have much impression of it. She just fell on the bed after taking a shower, held up her cell phone and surfed the Internet. When she reacted, she had already used to going to Yi Wenze's Weibo.

An updated photo is a line of footprints on a snowy night.

Her ears were pounding, and her heart was beating like thunder. She threw down her cell phone, got out of bed and picked up the kettle, walked to the bathroom to fill the water, and then walked back and pressed the switch to boil water.

There was a noise in the kettle immediately, causing her to be even more messed up.

Staring at the mirror of the small bar in front of her, she began to pay attention to her face inexplicably and distract herself. Well, there were small brown spots under her eyes, and it was time to take care of her... Just as she was thinking about this, the phone rang out a text message.

Pick it up and it was Gu Yu's text message: Five years isn't enough for you to forgive me?

...

With a snap, the kettle switch jumped automatically and the water boiled.

She was so scared that she reached out to get the kettle, and immediately burned her hands. She held her phone with a grin and ran to the bathroom to flush it. Then... Ione was washed smoothly and the screen was black. She looked at her phone with laughter and cry, and found that she was in a mess. Before she could reply to the text message to clear her relationship, she scrapped her phone in such a way.

A year or two after the breakup, she thought about Gu Yu coming to find her again, and refused in a disdainful tone, and then slapped him hard in the face. But as time went by, she just felt that she was stupid, and she just hoped that this person would not appear again, reminding herself of the stupid things and the worthless things she had back then.

Because she was so stimulating, she got into the quilt and fell asleep early. When she was awakened by the violent knock on the door. She crawled out of the bed and rubbed to the door. As soon as she opened the door, Qiao Qiao broke in: "Sir Screenwriter, how do you turn off your phone?"

"It's broken." Jiahe squinted her eyes and was awakened before she could get used to it.

"It's really time to be bad," Qiao Qiao shook her phone and showed it to her, "Do you know what time it's now? It's past twelve."

"It's okay today. I'm still thinking that it's time to go back to Shanghai. I'll just need to modify the script. I'll do it by email." Jiahe whispered, turned around and went back, and continued to get into the quilt to keep warm.

It would be better to go back, no surprises or shocks.

Qiao Qiao looked at her in surprise: "Will you go back to Shanghai in this situation?"

Jiahe looked at her stupidly: "What's the situation?"

Qiao Qiao climbed onto the bed and looked down at her: "Tell me something to tell you, you must be calm, twelve points of calm."

Jiahe was startled by her: "I'm scaring people early in the morning, just say something..."

"What happened in the morning, your idol was sent to the hospital." Qiao Qiao completely took apart the 'Idol' and said that it was obviously useless. Jiahe was already excited and drilled out of the quilt: "What's the matter? It's very serious?"

"The horse suddenly went crazy in the morning. He was thrown off, and he was stepped on by the horse twice, and his leg was broken," Qiao Qiao was simple and clear. "Now I'm in Dongyang Central Hospital. I've been busy all morning before I got off. I'm off when the phone was turned off. I'm almost angry. Do you want to go? Tell me quickly, I'll prepare the car for you."

Jiahe nodded, but shook his head randomly: "It's useless if I go, it's very embarrassing."

"Why don't you go?" Qiao Qiao looked at her in surprise, "Are you stupid? Liao Jing can go, what's wrong with you? Just visiting her as a friend, don't say you are not happy."

The final discussion result was that Qiao Qiao didn't give her a chance to refute.

She had been with the crew a lot of times, but she had never visited the injured actors. The basic reason was that she couldn't even remember the names of those actors. She couldn't even talk about them, so she stopped joining in the fun. At this time, she stood at the gate of the hospital and hesitated for a long time before entering the hall full of disinfectant. Xiao Ou was not far away. When she saw her, she immediately waved: "Screenwriter, here."

Until I arrived at the floor of the ward, there were already many people around. Ah Qing squatted in a corner and called, her eyes were red and she didn't know what she was talking about. Xiao Ou patted Jiahe and said that she would go down and wait for someone to run away again.

She retreated to the stairs and began to hesitate again, without moving for a long time.

After a while, many reporters suddenly rushed up, and a person walked out of the ward, wearing sunglasses and a mask. He lowered his head and squeezed among the reporters under the escort of his assistant, and walked out with difficulty. Dai walked to the elevator entrance, and then she took off her mask and said to the reporter with a smile: "Aze's injury is not serious, thank you for your concern."

This sentence was like a thousand-wave of stone, and immediately attracted a more noisy question, "Are you here to visit this time?" "Do you have the intention of reunion?" "I heard that your play this time was made by Yi Wenze. Is this an invitation to reunion?"...

Tian Chu returned to his silence and took his assistant into the elevator.

The reporter seemed to have agreed to divide the troops into two groups, half chasing Tianchu, and half guarding this stairwell, whispering the information she received. Jiahe saw so many reporters at the door, thinking that he would not get involved, so he went downstairs for a while, and waited for the limelight to come up. Because the elevator was blocked, she simply went down the stairs and saw Tianchu at the corner of the second floor.

"Jiahe," Tianchu seemed to be waiting for her, "Do you have time to say a few words?"

Jiahe walked over: "Okay."

Tian Chu's assistant was guarding the stairs and deliberately avoided a distance. Tian Chu took out his cell phone and handed it to her: "This was sent to me by a friend a few days ago."

Jiahe looked at her in confusion. She pointed to the screen with her index finger and signaled Jiahe to see it herself. On the website I opened, there was an entertainment news. I could see a photo. Through the side window of the white business car, Yi Wenze was starting the car, putting his right hand on the steering wheel, and the person in the passenger seat... was himself.

"Not only I have seen it, but also Sister Mai," Tianchu looked at her with a smile, her eyes were bright and harmless, "So I believe that Sister Mai has seen it for Aze. I have no other intentions," Tianchu put away his phone, "From your face, Aze shouldn't tell you this. You are in this circle, I believe you also know that at this time, it's not appropriate to have such photos."

Unrestrained disaster...

Jiahe only had this idea.
Chapter completed!