Chapter Twenty-Four: Zheng Ye......

Ye Wan looked at ZY in front of her, a little stunned.

What did he say? Nice to meet you? Don't...... Did you guess wrong?

Ye Wan looked at the man in front of her, hesitated, slowly stretched out her hand, and held his: "Hello." Her mind turned a few times, but in the eyes of others, it was only a matter of two minutes, and she didn't throw anyone suspicious.

The two little girls behind Yewan were so close to their idols, and from beginning to end, they sighed "so handsome, so handsome" in their hearts, which made everyone, including Mr. Zheng, laugh.

"Our employees here are all fans of ZY, and seeing idols leave their posts one by two makes you laugh." Mr. Zheng walked over, smiled on his lips, and said to ZY, "It's cold outside, why don't you go to the conference room to talk in detail?" ”

Ye Wan raised her head, and sure enough, she saw that Mr. Zheng's lips, which had already lost blood, were whiter, and his face also looked like he was sick and could not be cured. Ye Wan's brow frowned. She always felt that Mr. Zheng seemed to be sick.

I don't know if it's her illusion, ZY's gaze also stayed on Mr. Zheng's face for two seconds, and then slowly moved away, said "Okay", and then followed Mr. Zheng to the twelfth floor.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wan didn't follow, but went to the recording studio instead.

Although she is one of the producers of ZY's new album, she is also an ST artist after all, ZY has just come back, Zheng will definitely negotiate with him about the company's next arrangements for him, positioning, schedule, these are things closely related to his future development, and it is not good for her to follow up so rashly.

This qiē and qiē, Ye Wan guessed correctly, but she didn't expect that there would be someone in the recording studio.

Ren Jiajia looked at Ye Wan who walked in, the smile on her lips expanded a little, held her head high, walked up to her, looked at her back exaggeratedly, and said mockingly: "Ouch, why didn't you see your flower messenger?" ”

The smell of perfume on Ren Jiajia's body was very strong, Ye Wan frowned, and took a small step back before saying, "He didn't come." ”

Of course, Ren Jiajia saw her disgust, sneered, picked up the lyric book on the table, and said, "You wrote me the song this time, I listened to it, but I always felt that I couldn't find a feeling when I sang it, Lord Yewan, can you teach me?" ”

Ye Wan frowned, wanting to shirk it, but felt that it was a song written by herself after all, and she was afraid that if it was ruined by Ren Jiajia's singing, she could only twist her eyebrows and reluctantly take the lyrics: "Which sentence won't?" ”

Ren Jiajia casually pointed to a few places: "These few sentences, I won't know." ”

That's covering almost the entire song.

Yewan took the lyrics in her hand, adjusted her breathing slightly, and then sang them to her seriously one sentence at a time.

The fresh tune is not cheerful, but it has a feeling of gurgling and distant water in the mountains, especially with the beautiful sound of the night. Obviously, there is no bonus to any auxiliary equipment, but it makes people feel extremely comfortable. That's the soul of this song.

There were also two teachers in the recording studio, obviously who had been tortured by Ren Jiajia before, and when they heard Yewan's singing, it was like they had been redeemed, and they were all excited, and they almost cried with joy.

Outside the recording room, a voice came through the crack in the door that hadn't been closed tightly.

"ZY, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time. "Listening to the voice, it looks like a foreigner, and he speaks Chinese very well, but the tone is still a little awkward.

Yewan put down the lyrics almost the moment she heard the word ZY, pushed the door and rushed out.

The temperature outside was not as high as in the room, she subconsciously shrank back, but her footsteps didn't even pause, she didn't have time to think about it, and her eyes quickly caught the two figures who were about to evacuate.

"The ......," she blurted out, not in a small voice, but didn't call his name. She didn't know what to call him.

Fortunately, the two people in front of them heard her shout and quickly stopped.

Yewan ran to ZY and looked at Mike hesitantly, before saying to ZY, her eyes were a little urgent: "I...... Wanted to ask you something. ”

MIKE LOOKED INQUIRINGLY AT ZY, WHO NODDED TO HIM, AND HE STEPPED ASIDE, BUT DIDN'T GO FAR, STAYING IN A POSITION WHERE HIS EYES COULD REACH HIM.

"I ...... I want to ask, did you know me before? Ye Wan stared at his eyes tightly, her gaze was so eager, she didn't let go of any of his subtle expressions.

But ZY didn't really have any special reaction. He looked at her, lowered his head slightly, thought calmly with his eyes, and then said, "We met at Miss Cheng's birthday party." ”

"What else? You...... Not impressed with me? Or, what about my voice? Ye Wan looked at him with a frown, and asked one by one, as if to help him remember that he was such a person.

ZY looked at her eager eyes and half-opened her mouth.

Ye Wan's eyes were fixed on him, nervous and expectant.

He paused for a moment, a shallow doubt appeared in his eyes, lowered his head and thought about it, and then slowly said, "I'm sorry, I don't have an impression." Have we met? ”

Yewan bit her lip.

It was probably because she had been silent for too long, and Mike didn't know when he walked over, and looked at ZY, obviously going to take him away.

Ye Wan was anxious, her right hand immediately raised her hand, gently tugging at the hem of his coat, her eyes were already a little urgent: "How come?" Look at me again, take a closer look. Or...... Have you ever had amnesia? Car accident or something? ”

ZY frowned slightly, looked at her hand holding the hem of her clothes, and didn't speak again.

Ye Wan's gaze met his puzzled gaze, and her mouth was half open, but she couldn't ask anything more.

If he is really not Zheng Ye, but just a person with a voice very similar to Zheng Ye, then indeed, such a question will only make him feel strange, and even ...... Inexplicable, right?

Ye Wan's hand holding the hem of his shirt suddenly felt a little weak, and her fingertips rubbed against the fabric of his hem, and finally hung down and put it on her side: "I'm sorry, I might ...... Recognize the wrong person. ”

She lowered her head, her thoughts were mixed, her brow almost furrowed, doubtful, worried, desperate...... All kinds of emotions are complicated.

Mike came over in time, politely greeted Yewan, and then reported the next trip to ZY, and quickly took him away.

It's just that Yewan, who lowered her head, didn't pay attention, and when ZY looked at her before leaving, there was indescribable pain and pity in her eyes. His hand was raised several times, and then put it down silently, as if he wanted to touch her head, but in the end he could only take these feelings back to the bottom of his heart one by one.

That feeling, powerless...... It's heart-wrenching.

Mike led ZY all the way to the car, closed the door, and then asked calmly, "Is she that girl?" ”

ZY nodded and calmly turned his head to look out of the car. The car is already on the highway, and the street trees on the side of the road are brushing backwards, giving people the illusion of flying.

But his heart was very depressed.

Mike didn't feel good when he saw him like this, and he wanted to comfort him several times, but finally gave up silently.

He remembers the first time he saw him at the bar. It was a rainy night, and under the bright lights and warm music of the bar, he saw at a glance the man sitting alone on the edge of the bar, with a row of empty wine bottles in front of him, but he still had no intention of stopping. At that time, he thought that this man must have the deepest and most painful wound in his heart, a pain that cannot be forgotten for no matter how much time.

After ZY left, Ren Jiajia walked up to Yewan in high heels and sneered: "What's the matter, it's not enough to have a flower messenger, and you want to hook up with another one?" It's a pity, people don't like you ......" Her mocking voice stopped the moment her eyes touched the expression on Ye Wan's face.

It was the first time she had seen a person's expression so rich, sad, confused, distressed, and...... Strong. She looked at Ye Wan in front of her, and suddenly remembered that a year ago, before she went to South Korea, she had seen Ye Wan from a distance.

At that time, it was actually the worst time for Yewan, falling from the peak to the trough, and she was flattened up with such a trumped-up crime, and was taken by the company to hide in a place where personal smoke is rarely visited. She thought that Yewan would collapse, collapse, and even think of suicide - but she didn't. The Ye Wan she saw at that time was just playing the piano quietly in the early morning sun, and her quiet and peaceful expression revealed incomparable strength.

At that time, she really realized how big the gap between herself and Yewan was.

Ye Wan turned her head to look at Ren Jiajia, frowned slightly, and slowly spoke: "I'm not feeling well today, I'll go back first, that song, I'll sing it to you next time." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Ren Jiajia to react, and walked quickly, with a hint of escape in his hurried steps.

When I got out of the ST building, I found that it was raining again.

Yewan arrived home in the rain, in a trance along the way, and took the car and sat at the station. When I finally got home, I barely took off my coat, climbed into bed, and buried myself in the bed.

The head is groggy, and countless memories are reproduced in the dream with laughter and tears. The picture slipped past her eyes frame by frame, and finally stopped in the car accident report of Zheng Ye at the beginning, she cried and shouted, calling his name, but she couldn't call back her lover.

"Zheng Ye ......" she muttered, opened her eyes, raised her hand and touched her face, only to find that it was all tears. In the darkness, she looked at the ceiling above her head, her eyes were cold, and the whole room was cold and cold.

She closed her eyes, let out a long sigh, and got up, only to feel that her whole head was groggy, probably with a fever again. So I turned on the light, rummaged through the cabinets and began to look for cold medicine.

Finally, find the cold powder.

She tore open the bag, put the powder into the cup, held it in her hand, held the kettle, and was about to pour water, when the whole room suddenly darkened, and then, the hot water poured into her hand, she "ah", as soon as her left hand was released, the cup fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and shattered.

Yewan pursed her lips, ignoring the pain in her hands, fumbling to replug the water bottle cork and put it in the corner. I was afraid of stepping on the pieces of the cup, and I didn't dare to move, and my feelings fell like never before.

The cell phone in the room rang suddenly, the piano music beat happily, and the light of the screen illuminated the area.

Yewan carefully bypassed the "corpse" of the mug and walked over to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Yewan, I'm Meng Xing."