Yan Qingyu didn't drive today, because he didn't know the road, and he didn't want to trouble Zhang Xiong for this trivial matter, so he had to take a taxi by himself and look for it according to the address Jin Yong gave him.

"Master, please go to Taiwan Culture University, the teacher's building, well, Building 75!"

After getting into a taxi, Yan Qingyu muttered to the address.

"Okay."

A very special voice attracted Yan Qingyu's attention.

Yan Qingyu turned her head to look at the driver, who was a young man about twenty-one or twelve years old, with a very ordinary appearance.

But what surprised Yan Qingyu was that the taxi driver's voice was really special and highly recognizable.

Yan Qingyu asked speechlessly, "Master, how is the business?" ”

The young driver said flatly: "It's just barely making ends meet." ”

Yan Qingyu said: "I don't know your surname? ”

When the young driver heard this, he looked at Yan Qingyu in the rearview mirror above the window of Tongguò, and was slightly stunned when he saw Yan Qingyu's face, and then said: "Your surname is Wang, my name is Wang Jie." Mr. is so good-looking, you are Shi Junmai, right? ”

Yan Qingyu smiled when he heard this: "It is here, my name is Yan Qingyu, and I am from Hong Kong. It's really special to listen to your voice, have you ever thought about being a singer? ”

Wang Jie was stunned when he heard this, and said a little incredulously: "Me? Be a singer? ”

Yan Qingyu nodded and said, "That's right, your voice is the most special voice I've ever seen." Born with a sense of sadness and vicissitudes, and it feels very penetrating, which is very suitable for singing some songs. ”

Wang Jie's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said incredulously: "I remember, you are a big singer who sang that album!" Oh my God, you're going to ride in my car. And invite me to be a singer? ”

Yan Qingyu smiled and said, "That's right, it's me, how about it, do you want to?" ”

Wang Jie was a little excited and couldn't help himself: "I, can I do it?" ”

Yan Qingyu said: "If you want." You can sign up with my company. Of course, it's still just a film company, but soon there will be a record label. I can introduce you to my teacher Huang Zhan first, and let him take the time to teach you some music theory. Let you learn singing skills from some singers, and in a year and a half, an album will be released for you. ”

Wang Jie swallowed his saliva when he heard this. said dryly: "Of course I do, but I'm afraid my savings can't support me for so long!" ”

Yan Qingyu laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, after signing the contract, you will have two thousand Hong Kong dollars of living expenses per month." Enough for you to rent a room to eat. After you release a record and hold a concert, your money will be enough for you to live for the next life. ”

Wang Jie was overjoyed when he heard this, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, I will definitely work hard to live up to your expectations." ”

Yan Qingyu smiled when she heard this, and said, "I just think that your voice has a lot of potential, so it's just a matter of effort." As he spoke, he pulled out a piece of paper. He wrote his phone number on it, put it on the front seat platform, and said, "This is my personal phone." Call me when you settle in Hong Kong and I'll arrange it. ”

Wang Jie's face turned red with excitement, he had never thought about this kind of pie in the sky and green smoke on the ancestral grave.

If it was a stranger, Wang Jie would definitely not believe it, but Yan Qingyu was different. He's a superstar singer in his own right, and he's also a movie actor. Certainly not amused him as a taxi driver.

Therefore, Wang Jie felt that the goddess of fate had finally taken off her pants for him......

……

"Hello. Is this Mr. Chen Ping's house? ”

Yan Qingyu knocked on the door and saw a middle-aged woman in pajamas, so she asked politely.

The middle-aged woman's face was a little puffy, her hair was scattered, she looked at Yan Qingyu and said, "Who are you?" ”

Yan Qingyu felt that the person in front of him was likely to be the target, so he smiled and said: "I am Yan Qingyu, entrusted by my father-in-law Jin Yong, to meet Mr. Chen Ping." ”

Chen Ping is Sanmao's real name, she was originally called Chen Maoping, and later changed to Chen Ping.

After hearing Jin Yong's face, the middle-aged woman's face suddenly became brisk, and even a little smile appeared, she looked at Yan Qingyu and said: "Come in, I didn't expect Zha Lao to look like that, the two sons and daughters are not brilliant, and it is a talent to accept a righteous son." I'm Chen Ping, it's okay if you call me Sanmao, or Chen Ping. ”

After Yan Qingyu entered the door, she looked at the neat but empty room, and said with a smile: "If you don't dislike it, the juniors will call you Aunt Chen!" After all, you are a respected friend of my father-in-law, and I can't be rude. ”

Sanmao looked at Yan Qingyu and was a little stunned, then his face softened even more, and he muttered: "If Jose hadn't died, our child might have been so handsome......"

Yan Qingyu felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this, he pretended not to hear it, and performed a shameless coquettish stunt, and said a little scoundrel: "Aunt Chen, I've been looking for you here for a long time!" I'm dying of thirst, so why don't you get me some water! The tone of his voice made Yan Qingyu disgusted to the ......

Sanmao didn't feel the slightest disgust, but a long-lost cordiality and long-lost warmth.

She glanced at Yan Qingyu, who had just known her for less than five minutes, with some kindness, turned around and took a glass of water, and said, "You call me aunt, then what do I call you?" ”

Yan Qingyu said in his heart, since he is disgusting, he will be disgusted at home. So he said: "Father-in-law calls children Yu'er, aunt, you call me Xiao Yu, call me Yu'er, it's okay!" ”

Sanmao's eyes moistened slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Yu'er, don't call me aunt at all, call me godmother, okay?" ”

Yan Qingyu was stunned when he heard this, in all fairness, he really didn't want to call anyone a mother anymore, but from the first time he saw Sanmao, he couldn't see any anger in this woman's eyes, it was all a dead will, if there was no accident, she would definitely not live for ten years. Even if the body does not die, her heart has been dead for too long.

Yan Qingyu has read her works, and also learned about her love with Jose, such a sincere woman with a beautiful manner, he really doesn't want to see her die like this.

Seeing that Yan Qingyu didn't answer for a long time, Sanmao's enthusiasm gradually extinguished, and she couldn't breathe with a depression, and the coldness that made her heart ache seemed to tear her whole body apart. Like, like the day five years ago, the day I suddenly heard that Jose had an accident......

The big tears were like an irrepressible burst. Falling in a surging surge.

As soon as Yan Qingyu made up his mind and came back to his senses, he was shocked by the scene in front of him that was full of rich hearts like ashes, and he hurriedly said, "Godmother, you, what's wrong with you?" ”

Yan Qingyu's voice was heard. Sanmao's cold body trembled, she slowly raised her head that was already in tears, stared at Yan Qingyu with her eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Yu'er, you, what did you call me just now?" ”

Yan Qingyu was moved by Sanmao's voice full of despair but with a hint of hope. He pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Godmother, I don't take you like this!" You just asked me to call you godmother, and you didn't recognize it before it happened? ”

Sanmao cried out in an instant, and his dry hand hugged Yan Qingyu and howled loudly. The voice was as terrible as weeping blood......

Yan Qingyu's eyes were also slightly red, and she reached out and patted Sanmao's juniors.

People who don't know Sanmao's life, Sanmao and Jose's love, and Sanmao's works will never be able to understand what kind of person she is.

For her, love is the whole of life. When José, who loved her so much, went to sea in a submarine and never came up, her heart died, and her life was only cold.

This bleak life. It was clearly and vividly described by her peerless writing, and what she showed to the world was a picture with poignant despair as the tone......

Sanmao committed suicide several times after Jose's death. Later, if it weren't for her parents and relatives who forced her to die, she would never have lived until now.

Even though she is alive now, her heart is long dead.

If there is no new sustenance, then her death is only a matter of time.

The first thing that the new sustenance expelled was love, and Jose's death took all her love. She is too deep and too deep in love, and she will never have a second relationship in this life. So love can be discharged.

As for friendship, for her. Compared to love, friendship seems a little nihilistic.

So. Yan Qingyu can only make a move from family affection, originally he only planned to recognize an aunt, who knew that the aunt was not useful, and directly became a godmother......

However, there seems to be no shame in being a righteous son to such a loving and beloved person.

So Yan Qingyu also admitted it, purely emotional factors, without the slightest utilitarianism.

Feeling that Sanmao's breath gradually subsided, Yan Qingyu smiled: "Godmother, I have always felt that I am quite handsome and beautiful." But I was hit by you today, am I ugly like this? Make your godmother, cry like this! ”

"Poof!"

This is probably the most comfortable smile of Sanmao over the years, Sanmao got up, took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears, and said: "You kid, you are not at all as loyal and honest as your father-in-law, naughty and tight!" ”

Yan Qingyu deliberately pouted and coquettishly said: "Other people's families are strict fathers and mothers, our family is good, just the opposite, my father-in-law praises me all day long, and my godmother is strict!" ”

Seeing this, Sanmao really had a sense of substitution, stretched out his hand and knocked Yan Qingyu on the head, pretending to be stern, and said, "How can anyone be praised all the time?" Even if you are a good child, you have to be praised! So in the future, I will be Yan's mother, and I will take care of you naughty ghost! ”

Yan Qingyu looked at Sanmao's eyes again, and was surprised to find that these eyes were so bright, so clear, and so vibrant.

Yan Qingyu was full of pride, and then said proudly: "Godmother, do you still care about me?" I think you should think more about how to manage your grandson! ”

Sanmao was simply shocked, pulled Yan Qingyu and said, "Yu'er, you, how old are you?" Have a son? ”

Yan Qingyu said with a smile: "Godmother, I don't have a son, but my wife has five!" ”

The boss with Sanmao's mouth open was so big that Yan Qingyu was a little afraid that she would eat him in one bite. Yan Qingyu waved her hand a little fearfully, and whispered: "Godmother, godmother?" Are you happy and stupid? ”

Sanmao came back to his senses, looked at Yan Qingyu with stern eyes and said, "How can you be so ridiculous? Your stepfather doesn't care about you? ”

Yan Qingyu pulled Sanmao to sit on the sofa and began to slowly explain to her what was going on.

It's just that Sanmao is so smart, where can he believe it.

Seeing this, Yan Qingyu looked left and right, looked around and didn't find anything weighty, and finally looked at Sanmao, then got up, grabbed the two corners of the sofa with both hands, and then gently forced, and lifted the sofa and Sanmao up when Sanmao covered his mouth and screamed. He also shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Sanmao. (To be continued)