On Huaguo's plane to country G, Zhao Kanghe leaned on King Gu, his eyes were dilated, and the whole person was lazy, as if a bone was suddenly missing from his body.

The king of the valley was a little at a loss, he could only hug Zhao Kanghe like this, and he didn't know what Zhao Kangan had said, so he would lead him like this; can't clearly say to Ah He that he doesn't care about those things in the entertainment industry at all, let alone make those decisions on behalf of Ah He, so he can only give him a shoulder to lean on.

Mother Zhao, who was outside the airport, looked depressed, looked at her husband next to her and then at the eldest son in the front seat, and finally couldn't hold back her mouth: "Why do you have to send Xiaohe away, I don't know the place well." ”

Dad Zhao stroked her long silky hair: "Haven't you spent your honeymoon yet?" Make up for them. ”

Zhao Kangan turned his head and said: "He has to grow up after all, who can protect him for a lifetime." ”

Zhao's father hugged Zhao's mother, who didn't speak, sighed softly, and his mind flowed in his heart; A good son, even if he likes a man, he can't be spoiled by his daughter, he has the ability to stand up, and he can only be in his own hands in the future.

Country G is as vast as China, but its population is several times smaller, and the people here always get along with people with a gentle and cold expression, as if they are infected with the somewhat cold climate here.

Gu Wang had nothing to do for a few days, and was about to learn about stocks and securities, but Zhao Kanghe got out of his laziness and made Gu Wang continue to eat soft rice.

(Gu Wang: I'm so worried, why is there money here, I'm going to sell spirit stones,(T_T))

In the recording studio of lianciens, the largest entertainment company in country G, Zhao Kanghe wore headphones and sang word by word, with a unique ancient charm between the lines, and the blue piano of Gu Wang Yu sounded a psychic and pleasant music under his fingers.

At the end of the song, the eyes of several foreigners who were listening to it were shining, and their eyes were full of amazement at the Chinese musical instruments.

Zhao Kanghe replayed the song they recorded, frowning slightly, and the foreigner burst into neat applause, so he had to nod politely and glare at the lyrics. There is no problem with his voice and emotions, and the music of the king of the valley is also extremely beautiful, but there is a feeling of incoordination.

King Gu looked at Zhao Kanghe, who had become energetic again, and thought to himself: It looks good to frown. As for the problem, it is rare to be energetic, so let Ah He think about it again and come up with a reward.

Humming with a beat, Zhao Kanghe swayed while walking, trying to find a more suitable way to fuse. The onlookers have long since left, and in the empty recording studio, the valley king is playing music quite leisurely.

As he walked, Zhao Kang and Zhaodi stopped, the music in his ears seemed to be familiar, and he couldn't help but breathe, wanting to hear it more clearly.

"The sea of clouds is vast, and you can see the gentleman; I won't see tomorrow, and my heart is sad; I am fortunate to have this song to express my thoughts.

Tonight can be over, tomorrow is indefinite; This heart and this soul are willing to live and die together; If you want to ask for it, you can see if you want it."

This song is clearly the song when I first met, but this word was changed to four neat words, and after such a turn in my mind, Zhao Kanghe nodded with satisfaction, and praised with a smile: "Not bad, very good." ”

The corners of Gu Wang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't understand the amorous words, is that it? I've never seen Ah He so clumsy before.

"Ah and Ah He, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice, just like Erha loves a meow, just like the night sky loves stars"

As soon as these few lines were sung, Zhao Kanghe jumped out of the serious music and gave a very kind evaluation in his heart: The language is very sincere and sincere.

He scolded with a smile: "Don't make trouble." ”

King Gu finally saw Zhao Kanghe again, and silently praised his composing ability.

"I'm so hungry, come back in the afternoon, Ah He. Let's go back and burn a chicken, slaughter a duck, kill a fish, what are you going to eat? As he spoke, he rubbed it over.

Zhao Kanghe pushed away King Gu's hand that wanted to tickle his flesh, "If you move again, I'll bite you, don't scratch it." ”

Zhao Kanghe's neck was blown by a burst of hot air, and a layer of goosebumps floated, and the king of the valley muttered: "It turns out that Ah He wants to eat me, and I will obediently wash my hands when I go back." ”

"Kill the chicken, I want to drink chicken soup." Zhao Kanghe pushed the Gu King and walked out, as if he was extremely hungry as before.

When the king of the valley turned around and walked forward obediently, he hurriedly turned around and said, "I'll go to collect the manuscript, you go and drive the car out and wait for me." ”

As soon as King Gu left, there was only Zhao Kanghe left in this room. He blinked, but finally didn't blink back the tears, and the clear liquid in his eyes flowed down.

The journey to country G is like an escape. Flee from the destruction of Gu Wang's career by his wayward actions, escape from the damage he has caused to his family's reputation, and escape from his influence on his father's reputation. Zhao Kanghe's depression in the past few days is precisely for this. There is nowhere to vent this depression, but it can only be poured out in the heart.

The king of the valley did not blame him, and openly appeased his restless heart; His father didn't blame him, and he said that he had already made plans for retirement; His family didn't blame him

However, the more they tolerate, the more he wanted to blame himself. When the love reached its peak, tears just brushed down.

Quickly took out a tissue, wiped the wet marks on his face, and the reflection on the mobile phone looked like there was no flaw, and quietly the literary youth returned again, and Zhao Kanghe walked out slowly. The messy manuscript paper in his hands, the short ear-length hair on his head, and the pointed chin that was exposed when his head was lowered left left left a dejected impression in the eyes of passers-by.

Gu Wang drove the car out and parked it in the middle of the intersection, and as soon as Zhao Kanghe came out, he could see that the smoky gray color was low-key and elegant, and the two of them chose it together.

Zhao Kanghe sat peacefully in the passenger seat, playing with his mobile phone seriously. King Gu looked at Zhao Kanghe, reached over and gently rubbed his head; cried out, untied the knot, staggered in the heart, and hurt the body for a long time.

The car gradually moved away from the gate of the Lianciens company, and when the body became about the size of a person, Jiang Ze had the courage to step out of the transparent door of Lianciens glass and watch the person get farther and farther away.

Jiang Ze, as Zhao Kanghe remembers, is still bookish, with a handsome face, but the corners of his lips have lost the smile he once had.

Over the years, some people often sigh that things are not people, and it is worth remembering that thing, it is not that thing, it is the person who once became, the person who once treated you wholeheartedly or you treated him sincerely, our memories have always left traces of emotion, not cold corners or clear skies.