Before the plane took off, Ye Qing sat there, swiping Weibo with his mobile phone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Now A Chinese Ghost Story is hot, and the discussion is very tight, and it is very interesting for him to watch the audience discuss.

In the past two days, a publishing house finally sent him a private message on Weibo to discuss the issue of entity copyright, and Ye Qing originally had the attitude of taking a look, wanting to know what price these publishing houses reported.

It's just that after they proposed a buyout of 500,000 yuan, Ye Qing directly didn't even want to talk to them.

Sample.

By whom?

Although I haven't sold copyrights before, I know a little bit about it.

Although Nanjiang Radio is only a local radio station, it also has network resources, and now A Chinese Ghost Story is expanding its influence, so it wants to buy out the copyright for 500,000?

It's a pipe dream!

Anyway, there are not a few publishing houses that speculate like this, and several in a row are like this.

The reason they used to lower the price was very simple, that is, Ye Qing was just a newcomer, and the price was already very high.

Ye Qing didn't bother to talk to them, you don't even have any sincerity, what is the need to continue.

He was not in a hurry about the publication, anyway, he promised Zhao Jianxiang and waited for the news from Nanjiang Radio.

If there's no sincerity over there, it's a big deal to keep it first.

Good girl, why don't you worry about getting married?

At this time, Ye Qing's phone suddenly rang.

When he saw it, it was his mother calling.

Yesterday, I knew that Ye Qing would go back today, and my parents were excited for a long time.

You see, I've just gotten on the plane now, and I'm calling to urge you.

"Son, are you starting to leave now?"

Ye Qing said: "Not yet, now that we are all on the plane, we will take off immediately, I will call you when I get home." ”

"Eh, what kind of plane are you on, you don't take the high-speed rail!" said the mother's voice.

Ye Qing wondered: "Why can't you take a plane, isn't this plane faster than the high-speed rail!"

"Hey, let you get into the habit of reading the weather forecast and you don't listen, it's about to rain on our side, it's too dangerous to fly on a rainy day!"

In the past few years, there have been several plane crashes, and when I heard that my son was going to take a plane, I was still worried.

Ye Qing touched his head, what's the danger, isn't it raining yet?

"It's okay, maybe I'm home, and the rain is still in the sky."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a darkness around him, and a faint smell of perfume came from the side.

Ye Qing turned his head and saw that it was a woman, with long black hair, fashionable air bangs, a fair-skinned goose egg face with big toad glasses, half of her face was covered by this, and she couldn't see what she looked like.

But the figure is good, anyway, what do you want.

This woman is putting a suitcase, an 18-inch suitcase, which looks like it is laborious.

Ye Qing glanced at it and turned around, said a few words to his mother, and then said that the plane was about to take off, so he couldn't call, and he would call her when he went back.

After another instruction, my mother hung up the phone.

"Eh, I'm in my twenties, and you still treat me like a child!" Although Ye Qing said this, his heart was still sweet.

It's really nice to be cared for by your parents.

It's been a few months since I've been away from home, and I haven't heard my mother's voice in my ear for a long time.

Don't say that I was impatient when I was at home, but now I miss it a little.

Ye Qing turned off his mobile phone and looked at the people outside the window like this.

"Be careful!"

At this time, he suddenly heard a scream, and there was a thrill behind him, and he felt that goosebumps were about to rise on the back of his head.

Ye Qing reacted quickly, quickly dodged to the side, and grabbed the falling thing in his hand, so as to avoid being smashed on his body.

After using the Wing Chun skill book, his reflexes and strength have improved a lot, and he grabbed the thing directly before it fell.

Good guy, it's almost twenty pounds, right?

If it is smashed on the head, the dead will not come, but the pain for a long time is certain.

When he looked closely, it turned out to be a suitcase.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, it's all because I didn't hold it steady and didn't hit you, right?" The woman patted her chest, obviously startling herself, and hurriedly apologized to Ye Qing.

I wanted to say a few words, but everyone apologized, so forget it.

"I'll put it on for you. Ye Qing shook his head, indicating that he was fine, stood up, and helped the woman put the box on it.

The woman said thank you twice in succession, and then sat down.

This little episode did not affect Ye Qing's mood, he kept looking out the window like this, thinking about the scene of seeing his parents later.

The corners of his mouth smiled unconsciously.

"Are you going to Huahai to study?"

Unexpectedly, the woman next to me suddenly accosted her.

"No, I work here, my home is in Huahai, and now it's the Dragon Boat Festival, go home and take a look." Ye Qing turned her head as she spoke, and found that this woman was still wearing a big sunglasses, and she was also wearing sunglasses on this plane, which was unsightly.

Speaking of which, this woman has a good temperament, and she is dressed very fashionably.

Ye Qing glanced at it, just the watch in her hand, it would cost tens of thousands of yuan!

Why would such a person come to fly economy class?

He didn't plan to ask, Pingshui met, and asked what these things were for.

"Oh, looking at your outfit, I thought you were a student. The woman sighed.

She doesn't seem to be good at talking, and after saying this, she doesn't know what to say.

Ye Qing looked at himself strangely, well, casual clothes, notebook bags, indeed a student's style.

At this time, the plane was about to take off, and the two stopped talking.

The plane entered the runway and soon took off.

It was boring to sit on the plane, Ye Qing looked at the white clouds outside, and was a little distracted.

This woman said casually just now, students, but it reminded Ye Qing of when she was in school, those classmates met again, and she didn't know if it was still the same as before.

After all, the world has changed.

Unconsciously, I thought of the girl who was at the same table in high school, the same wind.

He hummed softly in his mouth:

"Tomorrow will you remember, the diary you wrote yesterday. ”

"Tomorrow, do you still think about you, who used to cry the most? ”

"The teachers can't remember you anymore, and you can't guess the problem. ”

"I also happened to flip through the photos before I remembered you at the same table. ”

This song is "You at the Same Table" by Old Wolf.

For Ye Qing's age, this song is quite old.

But classic songs are not divided into generations.

What impressed Ye Qing the most was when he was about to graduate from high school, there was a collective chorus in the class, Huo, that posture, several people sang and cried.

In the future, going to school, going to school, and working, it is almost disconnected.

Now that he suddenly thinks of this song, Ye Qing is really a little uncalm in his heart.

"Who marries you who is sentimental, who comforts you who loves to cry. ”

"Who put your long hair up, who made your wedding dress. ”

Ye Qing's singing voice is very light, maybe the timbre is not so good, but it is very emotional.

The woman sat next to her and listened for a while, seemingly distracted, and after a while, she came back to her senses.

"Your song is so good, why haven't you heard it before?" the woman was a little puzzled.

As soon as the woman spoke, the atmosphere was interrupted.

Ye Qing rolled her eyes in her heart, of course you haven't heard of it, that world is on fire, this world, you are still the first listener.

He hummed perfunctorily: "Hum casually, it's good if it doesn't make any noise to you." ”

The woman didn't seem to see Ye Qing's perfunctory attitude, and still asked: "It's definitely not noisy, I think you sing very well, what's the name of this song?"

She was sure she hadn't heard the song before.

Such a song, as long as it comes out, must be a hit, right?

She usually likes to listen to other people's songs, regardless of the niche public, folk songs or pop, or electronic, rock, and listen to a lot of miscellaneous.

But Ye Qing's song, she really has no impression at all.

At this time, the song was called "You at the Same Table", and a friend wrote it, and before it was published, he sang it to me alone. Ye Qing replied very modestly, look, what his friend wrote, he didn't mark his name.

The woman nodded slightly, seeing that Ye Qing was not very interested in talking, she didn't bother herself, and sat there stunned.

With a big toad glass, others can't see whether her eyes are open or closed anyway.

The plane went straight into the sky and left the Nanjiang River......

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