Text Volume 1 Under the Neon_Chapter 517 In Progress

The car passed in front of her with a whistling moment, and Zhou Qing vaguely saw Du Xiu in the car window, but she didn't even turn her head.

He stood in place like a sculpture for a few minutes, and he couldn't see the shadow of Du Xiu's car in his sight before returning to the car.

I want to send a text message to tell her what I have to say.

But the luck is not very good, and the mobile phone, which is usually quite troublesome, has long been out of power and cannot be turned on.

He started the car and subconsciously went to the old policeman's family home.

The impulse that can't be spoken, if he doesn't say something today, he can't sleep.

It is rare to have such an obsession, and it is precisely because of this that thoughts are raging together.

Security booth.

The security guards inside are already resting.

Zhou Qing thought about it and jumped over the sliding door silently.

Standing downstairs, he could see that the light in Du Xiu's room was still on, and he stood under a street lamp in the courtyard, looking at the window without blinking.

He fantasized that Du Xiu might unintentionally look outside and discover him.

But the night was getting deeper.

The light in Du Xiu's window also quietly dimmed.

Along with the gloom, there is also Zhou Qing's heart. Words, he was destined to have no way to speak. After today, he doesn't know if he will have the courage to be so impulsive again.

How people came or how they got out.

Like a ghost, slowly drove away.

He didn't know that in the shadow of the room, there was always a person standing at the window, watching him.

It's Du Xiu, she closes the curtains every day before going to bed, sees Zhou Qing's car outside, and sees Zhou Qing downstairs after turning off the lights.

She didn't go down, and she didn't say hello.

It's the rare tears rolling down my cheeks, trying to control but can't control it.

……

The next day at the airport.

The ticket at ten o'clock, around half past nine, Zhou Qing waited for Tang Qianya.

She brought her assistant and Jiang Xinlan.

A simple dark green coat, mask, glasses.

Her identity is too sensitive, and her popularity is also extremely high. Even if they are armed like this, there are still many people secretly watching along the way.

Aside from her, Jiang Xinlan and another assistant beside her are also young and beautiful, very eye-catching.

The combination of the three has attracted almost everyone's attention.

When he got closer, he said hello, and Jiang Xinlan began to instruct. Basically, Zhou Qing was asked to protect Tang Qianya in Kyoto City......

In fact, there is no need to say these words, but the two of them are too important to her, so they never tire of it over and over again.

Tang Qianya rolled her eyes: "Xinlan, you have become an old mother if you are verbose......"

Jiang Xinlan smiled: "Then I'll go." ”

Zhou Qing stepped forward and grabbed her by the shoulder and sent her out of the airport.

Tang Qianya didn't know what the two of them said, anyway, when Zhou Qing came back, the airport boarding radio had already sounded.

She turned around first and took her assistant Chen Yaya on the plane.

In the first-class cabin, because there were fewer guests, Tang Qianya took off her mask and eyes.

The flight attendant who was walking directly recognized her, and with a flash of excitement, she began to politely ask for a group photo and autograph.

Tang Qianya is used to this kind of thing, and she cooperated to take a photo.

Then at least a small half of the first class cabin took turns to greet them.

They are all high-quality guests, and the people are also gentle. But even so, after some tossing, Tang Qianya was tired.

glanced sideways at Zhou Qing across a corridor, closed his eyes and lay on the chair, sleeping quietly.

She was a little envious and unhappy.

Obviously, he went to Kyoto City to help him, but he was fine, and he slept peacefully alone, but she was in constant trouble, coping back and forth.

kicked it, and Zhou Qing was as indifferent as a dead man.

She had no choice but to give up and pick up the magazine to cover the beautiful face that was as attractive as a magnet even if she wasn't a star.

Zhou Qing didn't actually sleep, but he wasn't in the mood to say anything.

This time I left the seashore, and I don't know when I can come back. The road ahead that can't be seen clearly makes others confused, and they don't bother to move.

He knew that this was a bit cold and impolite, but it seemed even more inappropriate to force Tang Qianya to deal with Tang Qianya with a smiling face, so he could only pretend to be asleep.

In the cabin, it slowly fell silent.

Outside the open automatic window, clouds and dense fog made the entire coastal area slowly blur.

Zhou Qing also fell asleep unconsciously, until he was awakened by the gentle voice of the flight attendant, and his mood relaxed a little.

Tang Qianya and her assistant Chen Yaya were chatting, talking more about music and work.

Zhou Qing interjected with interest: "Qianya, where did you get your usual creative inspiration?" ”

Tang Qianya came back to her senses and responded casually: "It's very simple, just listen to the wind." ”

Zhou Qing shook his head: "It's a bit esoteric." ”

Tang Qianya couldn't pull her face to be polite to him, her eyes turned to the churning sea of clouds below, and the melodies made her subconsciously take out her mobile phone to open the recording and hum.

There are no lyrics, and Zhou Qing has never heard this melody, but it feels good. The tinkling notes, like the cold dew in the forest slapping on the green leaves, make people can't help but think back and forth, pondering repeatedly.

It's short, less than twenty seconds.

Zhou Qing exclaimed: "This is a new song? ”

Tang Qianya nodded: "That's right, routine singers are used to composing words first, and then composing music." I'm the opposite, so I'm supposed to be one of the lightest singer-songwriters. In my opinion, any melody, as long as it has the words of Xinlan, has life. ”

Zhou Qing agreed: "She is very powerful, we will have any activities when we go to school, and the speeches are all written by her." As a teenager, you're much better than many professionals......"

"I was really lucky to run into her. A lot of people think I'm a great creator, but without her, it's not easy for me to find the feeling. ”

Zhou Qing said with a smile: "Understand, mountains and rivers are high and rivers, and soulmates are hard to find!" ”

"You know. Therefore, if you dare to make her unhappy in the future, I will dare to make you uncomfortable by any means! ”

Zhou Qing said sincerely: "You have a really good relationship. ”

Tang Qianya took it for granted: "You don't need to say it." ”

Zhou Qingguaner: "Qianya, can you change your style when you speak, it's too blunt." ”

Tang Qianya also laughed: "Get along with people like you, don't be blunt, you don't treat yourself as an outsider at all!" ”

"I'm so thick-skinned?"

"It's not thin, it's all meat aside the bones."

Zhou Qing sighed: "No wonder others say that your emotional intelligence is very low, and you can choke people to death just by talking." ”

"Who did you listen to, let him stand up, and let me ask him what emotional intelligence is?"

Joke, the clock ticks.

Before I knew it, it had been more than three hours since I boarded the plane, and in the distance, the city of Kyoto began to look far away.

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Talk about the issue with the update. There are too many socials, and it will definitely be difficult to stabilize before the third year of junior high school. So if there are fewer updates in the past few days, everyone will bear with me, and they will slowly make up for it all after the third year of junior high school.

In addition, I wish you all a happy and prosperous new year.