"Smack!"

After that, Shao Qing no longer teased Weng Huaimeng, with a cigarette between her fingers, she turned slightly sideways and took the initiative to chat with Pei Pei about other topics: "Pei Pei, do you know what happened to your sister Miao before." ”

Zhou Peipei shook her head blankly.

Shao Qing took a long breath of cigarette and said seriously: "Whew... This girl is not easy, since you want to make a start in this industry, you have to learn more from Miao Miao, she has a lot of shining points. ”

Zhou Peipei was stunned, Shao Qing jumped a little wide, and her thinking span obviously made her a little unable to keep up.

Shao Qing didn't pay attention to her reaction, and only used the corner of his eye to pay attention to the person next to him, well, Weng Huaijing didn't turn his back, just lowered his head and read the book, looking like he didn't care about the two of them.

After hesitating for a while, Shao Qing finally seemed to have no intention of asking, "Do you know her life experience?" ”

Zhou Peipei shook her head in confusion.

Shao Qing continued to tell Miao Miao's story: "She is a native of Shaoguan, eastern Guangdong, and she is an abandoned baby who grew up in a public welfare institute over there. ”

Zhou Peipei was dumbfounded: "......"

"And even more tragically, when she was 10 years old, the funders of the public welfare home went bankrupt."

Zhou Peipei couldn't bear it: "Hiss..."

Shao Qing said softly: "It's fate, it just so happens that there is a kind person, who will finish making his first movie, he made a lot of money, maybe because he empathizes, or maybe he has so much money that he doesn't know how to spend it, and he just happened to see the news, so he took over a mess left by the investor." ”

Zhou Peipei shook her fist happily.

Shao Qing sighed and sighed: "Later, Miao Miao came to the imperial capital at the age of sixteen, and now she is not only in charge of the daily operation of a studio, although the development of business is still a little immature, but it is more than enough to keep it..."

"Wow..." Zhou Peipei couldn't help but admire Sister Miao's demeanor.

"What is particularly rare is that drinking water does not forget to dig wells, Miao Miao has been low-key to do that charity well, and later in the name of a fund, bear all the annual funding needs of seven public welfare institutions, you must know that she will only turn 21 years old in a few months, if it is not overheard on the phone..."

Yu Guang spied that Weng Huaijing was still immersed in the sea of books, and Shao Qing released a lore like an understatement: "I really can't connect their studio with an anonymous private foundation that was established on August 7, 2014 and is completely self-funded, and the name is strangely interesting - Kapok Healthy Growth Fund." ”

"Sister Miao, who I contact on weekdays, in addition to her cute voice, always has an extremely neat and free image at work, I can't imagine that she has such a past, Sister Qing, you are right, I have to ......"

Shao Qing's words were a little informative, Zhou Peipei's brain was a little down, and she organized the language to express her determination to Shao Qing.

But her eyes swept over Weng Huaijing beside Shao Qing, and at some point a layer of mist appeared in her sister Jing'er's eyes, Zhou Peipei didn't care about continuing to express her determination, and immediately changed her tone and asked with concern: "What's wrong?" Sister Jing'er..."

Shao Qing hurriedly turned sideways and saw Weng Huaijing's appearance of pear blossoms raining, she knew that she had played big, and she also had a deeper understanding of Weng Huaijing's stubbornness.

Shao Qing was rarely a little flustered, she stretched out her arms and gently wrapped around Weng Huaijing like a treasure: "Sister Qing is wrong, I sent the contract back to Li Yannian yesterday." ”

Weng Huaijing was unmoved.

Shao Qing hurriedly admitted his mistake: "It's my fault, Sister Qing is upright, in fact, I feel that taking a trainee is too annoying, and it is too unchallenging for me." ”

Gently closing his reddened eyes, Weng Huai looked forward to two lines of tears.

Shao Qing blamed herself and expressed her determination: "Actually, I like to find this kind of challenging job to open, and I really get in touch with Pan Tai, I can have such a good opportunity, Sister Qing doesn't know how beautiful it is." ”

Weng Huaijing was indifferent.

Shao Qing choked up with a crying voice: "Don't cry with you, Sister Qing knows it's wrong, and it won't be like this in the future." ”

It wasn't until Shao Qing finished saying this that Weng Huaijing got up and broke free gently, she spread her hands to her face from top to bottom, wiped it gently, and said coquettishly: "Hmph, then so be it." ”

Shao Qing feigned anger: "Are you going to put this on me to play with your changing face in Yucheng?" ”

Weng Huaijing raised his eyebrows: "Let you dare to tease me?" ”

Shao Qing was not to be outdone: "What? … Dare in the future! ”

Weng Huaijing ignored Shao Qing's hard mouth, she shook her head slightly proudly, then got up and left the living room and walked back to the master bedroom.

"If you win a game, you want to run?"

"I love this job so much!"

On the sofa in the living room, Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei looked at each other, each with a sense of heart.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Weng Huaijing to reappear, with a touch of crimson on her pretty face, but she looked frank and open.

Just past the sofa like this, she held a folk guitar decorated with yellow rosewood in her arms, and Shi Shiran sat back on the stool next to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

Weng Huaijing greeted the window, in the sky of the imperial capital, the last sunset plucked the strings and sang softly:

"You sit in your chair and look out the window / at the light that passes by

You reach out and touch the hope that is written / on the paper

You say that the flowers / bloom and fall / like / a window

But the window / opens and closes / like love /

…

"The Beginning of Autumn?"

Shao Qing's hand stretched out to the coffee table and shrank back, pushing back the cigarette in his hand.

On the fourth day of mid-autumn, the imperial capital gently lifted the curtains in the evening style at the moment, and the hair of the girl in front of the window was casually draped.

Unexpectedly, the two listeners on the sofa were a little stupid:

Zhou Peipei is obsessed with Weng Huaijing's personal style of singing, and she frequently sings a ballet "Liqiu" with semi-transposition to be particularly tactful and psychedelic.

…

"The two of us / joined and separated / like a pair of oars."

Always have to be a little with the wind / some to dream

Some stay long/in the heart

So/Sometimes crazy/Sometimes confused/Sometimes singing'

…

Zhou Peipei muttered: "Listening to Sister Jing'er sing like this, I don't have any expectations for Wang Yunxi's version of "Liqiu"..."

Shao Qing was silent, she pursed her red lips and made a boo gesture to Zhou Peipei.

The two of them looked at Weng Huaijing's back cautiously, for fear of disturbing her and destroying this beautiful scenery like splashing ink:

…

The red silk clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows flow with the melody of the acoustic guitar;

Graceful, quiet as a virgin, moving like the beautiful back of the willow of the water;

The gentle and intoxicating autumn breeze caresses the three thousand green silks that dance lightly and fly;

A touch of vague rosemary fragrance that is refreshing and refreshing.

…

"A girl's feelings are always poetry!"

"L'Artisan Parfumeur's special fragrance 'The Road to Hades' - I didn't get along with you during my lifetime, I took the Yangguan Road or the single-plank bridge, and I don't want to accompany you on this lonely and long road to Hades after death!"

"As we all know, a double negative means a yes... It's really arrogant..."

Shao Qing sniffed lightly and shook his head to drive away some spontaneous complaints in his mind.

In her perspective, she could only see Qingsi's flying back, but Shao Qing was clear in her heart:

Weng Huaijing, who was facing out the window, must have a crimson face and beautiful eyes.

Shao Qing was silently distressed and had some doubts: "Just a metaphor from Kapok to Mu Jing, revealing such a girlish posture, am I missing something?"

Suddenly, she heard Zhou Peipei muttering in a suppressed voice: ""Liqiu" should be sung to Sister Jing'er, but she actually sang it in front of her, and then gave it to Wang Yunxi..."

"Will the beginning of autumn in '14 be on August 7th?"

Shao Qing grabbed a spiritual light, and after flipping through her phone, she thought like she was grinding her teeth in her heart:

"I haven't seen it for many years, so I gave an empty joy, and my heart is soft..."

…

Weng Huaijing's shallow chant was filled with relief, flowing out of the window, slowly melting into the afterglow of the sunset, and gradually dissipating into the night sky of the imperial capital with it:

"You're holding a flower and waiting for / someone / to take you to wander."

You want to sleep in the distance / like a / beautiful fairy tale'

…

At the end of the song, Weng Huai looked back at Shao Qing vividly, his eyes full of persistence.

"It's... Worried that Yan Qingdou can't be Pan Tai, you want me to be on his side? Whew, you have enough confidence in me, too."

Shao Qing knowingly touched her handkerchief to wipe the corners of her eyes, squeezing out a relieved expression, and she smiled clearly.

…

For a long time, a crescent moon was rising, spreading a faint clear light, and the 3005 living room was empty.

On the desk in the master bedroom is a notepad with three rollerballs of different colors.

Someone picked up a pen and wrote down a few lines of beautiful and beautiful black lines like floating clouds:

"The thin shadow will be round, and it will be seen in a few places in the world......"