Qin Zixi and Song Yi, the road delivery combination, the scenery on the road between the two of them is very different from the scenery on the road of Qiao Xiang and Lin Jing.

Qin Zixi led the way and rode in front, and Song Yi rode behind all the time, and the distance between the two was four or five meters.

Song Yi thought to himself: At this moment, such a good opportunity, I should tell Zixi about Xiaowen and Qiao Xiang, and let him stop hitting Xiaowen's attention as soon as possible!

"Zixi. Song Yi shouted from behind.

Qin Zixi's speed was slow, and Song Yi caught up and said:

"I'm praising Xiaowen and Qiao Xiang tonight, saying that the two of them are so good and so compatible, it's really enviable. ”

When Qin Zixi heard this, he was a little awkward that he couldn't touch the door, so he said angrily, "What do you mean by this?"

"What else can it mean, isn't Qiao Xiang Xiaowen's boyfriend, can't you see it?" Song Yi said gently.

Qin Zixi was even more angry:

"People have to tell the truth when they speak, what to see! I am good friends with Xiaowen and Qiao Xiang, how do you know what I don't know! Is Xiaowen telling you?

"Xiaowen said this to me, I guessed it myself. Song Yi still said gently.

Qin Zixi was a little angry, and his words were hard to sound: "If you make up nonsense in the future, the two of us won't talk!"

Song Yi swallowed Qin Zixi's unpleasant words in his stomach and said, "According to you, there is no such thing?"

Qin Zixi's tone was still not very good: "Not at all!"

Song Yi asked again: "You and Qiao Xiang have long been good friends?"

"yes, we've known each other for a long time. Qin Zixi's tone softened.

Song Yi said "oh" and didn't speak again, but she said in her heart:

Today, it is clear that Qiao Xiang is Xiaowen's boyfriend, if it weren't for his boyfriend, looking at Qiao Xiang's eyes and Xiaowen's performance, they would be close friends?

I'm already good to Zixi, I want to stick to him and don't want to leave him, but I won't be in front of so many people, holding dates and stretching out my hand for him to eat one by one, the relationship between people really makes others understand!

To say, this is a gathering of friends, and friends guess who is the boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, even if you guess wrong, it's okay, you know that you guessed wrong, and you will never say it again in the future.

Song Yi was thinking about it, and the two came to the door of Song's house in Xinqingli.

Song Yi saw that the door light was on, and she was about to open the door, but Song's mother came out and said, "I heard a sound......

Song's mother saw that there was a boy next to her daughter, and she hurriedly asked her daughter with her eyes.

Song Yi said: "Mom, this is the engineer of our factory, his name is Qin Zixi." Then he said to Qin Zixi, "Zixi, this is my mother." ”

Qin Zixi hurriedly shouted: "Auntie." ”

Mother Song hurriedly went home: "Come in, come to the house and rest for a while before leaving." ”

"No, Auntie, it's getting late, I won't go home, my parents will be in a hurry. ”

Qin Zixi turned the head of the bicycle as she spoke, and waved her hand to the mother and daughter and said, "Auntie, I'm leaving." "I got in the car and headed home.

Song's mother closed the door and asked her daughter: "Cai'er, seeing how much energy this child has grown, how can he send you?"

Mother Song asked and said in her heart: The one you talked about last year, if you want to look like this child, your mother will not disagree.

"It's a boy assigned to a girl at the party. Song Yi said to her mother casually.

When Song's mother heard this, she never asked Qin Zixi about sending her daughter in the future.

Yang Yilin watched Su Chen enter the house, and continued to send Wen Jiemei.

When Su Chen and the three of them were all the way just now, Wen Jiemei still spoke from time to time, and now there are only the two of them left, and they rode forward for a while, Yang Yilin also teased Xiao Baa from time to time, and he didn't hear Wen Jiemei say a word.

Yang Yilin looked at Wen Jiemei, and he saw that Wen Jiemei had already looked up at the dark night sky a few times.

He thought to himself: This Jiemei, she wants to see the moon? The moon is covered by the clouds, what else is she looking at? She is looking at the stars in the sky? Oh, there are quite a lot of stars in the sky.

Yang Yilin thought in his heart, and saw Wen Jiemei riding quietly with her face forward, but she still didn't mean to speak.

He asked, "Jiemei, why don't you speak?"

"I'm looking, I'm thinking about this wonderful starry sky, just now I saw angels flying high in the sky. Wen Jiemei said.

Yang Yilin said: "Maybe it was a wild goose flying over, your imagination is really rich, and you are an angel, hehe!"

Wen Jiemei looked at the night sky for real.

Actually, the real reason why she doesn't speak:

First, Yang Yilin rode a bicycle closer to her than the chair she sat on at the party, she was very afraid of touching Yang Yilin's handlebar and touching Yang Yilin's hand, her heart was always in a panic, she was always embarrassed, and her face was still a little hot.

In order to avoid being too flustered, she looked up at the sky, at the street lights, at the dog, and then at herself.

The second is that she also thought about what program she can do at the next party, and then she said quietly: "I'm worried about our next meeting, if I can't write something, what should I do?" ”

"Isn't the song you sang today very well written, with the first writing experience, the second writing was not written in a smooth way. Yang Yilin said.

Wen Jiemei laughed unconsciously and said:

"Look at what you say is like drinking water, you drink the first sip, and the second sip is naturally drunk.

"It's not as easy and smooth as you say, when I wrote "Good Man", it was really difficult, I was so embarrassed that I threw a bunch of paper, and finally changed it to that. ”

Yang Yilin said: "You have to exercise when you write, you write more, your thinking is open, your writing road is open, and it is naturally easier to write things." ”

Wen Jiemei said these words for a while, she didn't panic anymore, her mind had calmed down, she took over and said:

"According to what you say, if I exercise and write all day long, write, write, and write, as soon as the writing road is opened, the writing road will lead to the distance endlessly.

"The words I write are like a very wide and long river of ink, turning around my writing curve, flowing wow, flowing wow, flowing into the distance, flowing to that endless end, wow!

These words made Yang Yilin laugh happily when he heard this.

While talking, the Wen family arrived, and Yang Yilin watched Wen Jiemei enter the courtyard gate, and he returned home.

As soon as Yang Yilin entered the house, he was busy sorting out his clothes for tomorrow's business trip.

After everything was ready, he wanted to compose the music for "The Power of Love", and thought:

No, Xiaowen said, you can't stay up late, you Yang Yilin must remember this matter, for Xiaowen and for you Yang Yilin himself, you must have a good body!

Yang Yilin was still not sleepy lying on the bed, and he taught himself a lesson in his heart:

You don't want to sleep, do you? I now order you to turn off the lights right away! Yo yo, why are you fighting with yourself? You should be gentle with yourself.

He commanded himself softly again: "It's late at night, you should have gone to bed a long time ago, turn off the lights quickly." ”

The lights were turned off, and the room was dark.

After the party, Zheng Xiaowen sent her friends away, she washed up and talked to her mother for a while before returning to the West Wing.

Zheng Xiaowen was lying on the bed, not thinking much about the things at the party, she kept thinking about why Yang Yilin held her hand when she and Yang Yilin visited the garden that afternoon, and kept thinking about the three lyrics of Yang Yilin tonight, as well as the content of "Love Fishing" that day.

She has always thought about the lyrics of Yang Yilin's lyrics, 'flowers, dogs', 'suburbs, fish ponds', 'mid-autumn, the quiet wilderness is only me and her', 'the autumn sun shines on Yan chrysanthemums, and she enjoys the scenery side by side in the small garden, chrysanthemum bushes'.

At this moment, she seemed to understand in her heart as when she listened to the song, but she soon blurred again, and what she thought about was her old saying: What the hell is going on with him, why didn't he say it......

Zheng Xiaowen lay on the bed and never fell asleep, thinking about the lyrics written by Yang Yilin.

She thought about it, and unconsciously thought of Qiao Xiang again, remembering that Qiao Xiang had been so good to her over the years, so good......

She was thinking about Qiao Xiang, and unconsciously turned to Qin Zixi again, she felt that Qin Zixi was also so good to her......

She suddenly had an inspiration, quickly sat up, went to the writing desk and took the diary, in which she wrote "Lock Talk":

Lock Says:

I'm a new lock,

I don't know who is destined to know me.

Sitting on the counter for a long time,

But no one asks the price,

Pathetic!(1)

Lock Says:

There is a price of goods,

Locks have a lock value.

Prices are high and low,

Locks are cheap and expensive,

I'm expensive. （2）

Lock Says:

Your words and deeds have touched me,

my linguistic behavior,

I've locked up someone else.

Just because you don't come often,

and never confessed,

I feel like there's already someone,

Trying to open the lock slowly,

Or is it slowly opening......

Note (1) Pitiful: self-deprecation. (2) I am precious: self-esteem.

After Zheng Xiaowen finished writing, she looked at the words she wrote and shook her head.

She took a closer look at the latter paragraph, threw the diary into the drawer, and muttered, "What is this?"

After she finished complaining, she quickly put the diary away and closed the drawer.

She went back to bed, still not asleep, she thought about Qiao Xiang's every contact with her in the past, thinking about Qin Zixi being so good to her, and thinking about the scene when Yang Yilin was with her these days......

Zheng Xiaowen went to sleep with questions that he couldn't finish thinking about and couldn't figure out.