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The southern foot of the Imperial Capital, the West Fifth Ring Road, and the West Mountain

Villa No. 9 in the single-family area of Xiangshan Art Villa

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The pretreatment room at the junction of the kitchen and the dining room on the first floor is full of people, with warblers and swallows, and laughter and laughter.

"Sister Qing, the crayfish is so fun, you see, it caught my glove!"

Xu Mo'er's right hand, wrapped in latex gloves, was cocked with orchid fingers, and a fat crayfish clamped tightly on the rubber position of the fingertips of her index finger, twitching its tail vigorously.

"Sister Meow, will you buy too many shrimps, there are only eight of us in total, thirty catties."

Zhou Peipei and Miao Miao were busy continuing to fish out the crayfish that had been rinsed many times from the sink one after another.

The window between the pretreatment area and the kitchen wafted the aroma of green onions, shredded ginger, perilla, bay leaves, star anise, cinnamon and other ingredients stir-fried in oil.

"Probably not, Pepe, you smell it, Emm..."

Taking a deep breath, Miao Miao, who was stepping on the small bench, was busy catching shrimp while swallowing saliva: "It's so fragrant!" The shrimp tails made by the kite must be delicious! Lao Zhang has praised it many times. ”

Shao Qing, who was the only one holding his hands to watch the excitement, dodged away: "Mo'er, put it back quickly, your Sister Meow Meow and Sister Pei Pei are ready to transport shrimp to the kitchen again." ”

Zhou Peipei also caught the last shrimp in the tank that tried to escape from the tiger's mouth back into the bucket.

Li Hanyuan, who was wearing a kitchen bib, leaned out of the kitchen with a spoon in latex gloves: "Meow, Brother Qing is very spicy, right?" ”

The kitchen was also dressed up, and Zhang Yameng was secretly thinking about the crayfish.

Miao Miao's soft and glutinous whining voice sounded in her ears.

"Pepe, don't raise the bucket so high~ People are so tired!"

While smiling, Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei carried another bucket of rinsed crayfish into the kitchen.

"Kite, I think it's better to forget it..."

Taking off the latex gloves, Miao Miao clapped her hands and panted back to Li Hanyu: "Somehow, he has been recuperating a lot lately, and he used to be really spicy and unhappy~"

"Okay, then I'll make a few more non-spicy steamed shrimp with garlic, and Sister Jing's mouth is also light..."

Li Hanyuan continued to process the marinade in her hands, and she replied softly: "Hard work, little meow, Pepe, you go and rest, and leave the rest to me." ”

"Korat ... Then let's just wait and enjoy. ”

Miao Miao took the initiative to pick up Zhou Peipei, and the two reluctantly smelled the aroma of brine before turning around and going out.

"Flavored shrimp, fried shrimp, steamed shrimp, shrimp tails..."

Seeing Miao Miao and the others walking towards the living room, still muttering in their mouths, Zhang Yameng couldn't help but snicker.

"Two gluttons, just do it normally, cold kite..."

Throwing the last cleanly brushed crayfish into the bucket, Zhang Yameng persuaded softly: "Didn't Pepe tell you?" Sister Jing, she is almost always vegetarian at night. ”

"I haven't had dinner with Sister Jing yet..."

Touching her flat lower abdomen, Li Hanyuan said thoughtfully: "Obviously she has such a good figure, she is so demanding of herself!" ”

"Sister Jing, she has always been strict with herself and lenient with others..."

Zhang Yameng said softly and comfortingly: "Han Kite, you just came into contact with her, don't be pressured, after getting along for a long time, she is actually a very gentle person." ”

Seeing that the preparations were almost completed, the oil was boiling violently, and Li Hanyuan skillfully began to burst the shrimp.

"Okay, by the way, you're going to be on TV tonight, are you ready?"

During the chat, Li Hanyuan brushed out a plate of fried shrimp.

"I'm ready to meet you."

Zhang Yameng chose the dish and said calmly: "And her..."

… Silent...

"Lao Zhang, Sister Jing'er and Brother Qing are recording songs over there... Why is everyone so accustomed to it, won't they be embarrassed? ”

In the end, she still couldn't hold back, and asked Zhang Yameng, who was doing the finishing work of preparing the dishes next to her: "I feel that Director Liu has been chattering for the past two days of recording the show, is it that I missed something, obviously I have chased every episode of the show before." ”

"Your boss, my boss, they used to have that kind of relationship..."

After the preparation of the food was completed, Zhang Yameng squeezed her eyebrows, and in the face of Li Hanyuan's hindsight, she waved her hand disappreciatively and said, "Little Meow is too lazy to take care of Brother Qing, let's not disturb them."

"No wonder Sister Qing mysteriously told me what to say, just live in Brother Qing's and let me treat it as my own home..."

behaved awkwardly, Li Hanyuan's cheeks blushed: "Dare to love her to treat me as a dowry maid..."

"You're tasked with helping your boss spy on men..."

Taking off her gloves, Zhang Yameng carefully cleaned her hands under the faucet, she said with a smile: "Don't think about marrying, you must know that Sister Jing is a Scorpio like me, and she is the most grudgeful in some things!" ”

"That's right, Sister Jing is just one day older than you, but her personality looks very calm."

While chatting, Li Hanyuan stacked the fat crayfish neatly in the high-pressure steamer.

"Women, they are very good at disguising themselves, Sister Jing is the queen of the academy..."

Wiping her hands clean, Zhang Yameng stopped chatting, and she asked uneasily, "Is it really okay for you to be alone?" I have to go to the study and continue to prepare for next week's barrage interactive copywriting. ”

"Go ahead, when you go back in the evening, be sure to send me more candy from Brother Qing and Sister Jing."

Easily operating the two stoves with two lines, Li Hanyuan said that there was no pressure.

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Empty living room

The quartz clock on the wall points to four o'clock

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The coffee table was full of Miao Miao's favorite fruits and snacks, but unfortunately no one cared about them.

"Smack!"

Shao Qing, a hospitality ghost who has always been a guest who has never touched the spring water, stood proudly at the entrance with a smile, her eyes fluttering, looking forward to Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei, who had returned from washing their hands.

Flaming red lips poured out curling smoke rings, and she said charmingly: "How embarrassing is this, saying that it was a dinner invitation, but it turned out that you had to do it yourself..."

"It's all Kite and Lao Zhang who are busy working, and I played with Pepe and Mo'er for a while."

Miao Miao waved her hand shyly, and after looking around, she asked with concern, "What about Mo'er?" ”

"Come and sit and rest, little meow..."

Walking to the sofa with a cigarette, Shao Qing replied to the stairwell: "Mo'er is taking a bath on the second floor, she is playing and getting her hair wet, she has been living here for the past few nights, by the way, if you want to take a bath, you can go to the third floor." ”

Zhou Peipei is still savoring the tempting aroma of the brine: "Sister Kite and Lao Zhang are super virtuous, unlike me, who can only have sandwiches, salads and pasta..."

"I will only make some Cantonese dim sum that Brother Qing doesn't like to eat..."

Miao Miao, who rushed to Shao Qing's side, said with a happy face: "Whew, but I have Kite and Lao Zhang living with me, and I eat well every day, so happy." ”

"A girl who has no heart and no lungs knows how to eat..."

Shao Qing rubbed the silly hair on the top of Miao Miao's head dotingly: "Little meow, I'll go back after watching the show tonight at Sister Qing's place, I still remember your complaint about the traffic jam last week!" ”

The long-lost experience of Shun Mao made Miao Miao quite enjoyable: "Let's see it then~ Actually, I don't care." ”

Dai eyebrows twisted slightly, Shao Qing said in a low voice: "Why, my meow meow doesn't like Sister Qing's family so much, I understand, it must be that Huai is too terrible!" ”

"Why, don't make me happy by saying bad things about her... She's perfect! ”

Miao Miao opened her teeth and claws cutely: "I actually like her very much." ”

Shao Qing's expression froze, and she took a deep puff of cigarette.

Looking at the time, Zhou Peipei raised her hand and curled up her pear blossom head, said hello to Shao Qing Miao Miao, and went upstairs to take a bath.

It just so happened that Zhang Yameng also quietly walked through the living room, and she smiled and went straight to the study.

"Lao Zhang, I'll come to you later~"

Shao Qing's words made Zhou Peipei, who was going upstairs, shudder, and she trembled and prayed secretly for Zhang Yameng:

"Little meow, have you been in contact with Huai Jing recently..."

Staying patiently until there was no one else, Shao Qing hugged Miao Miao: "What are you two doing... I'm so angry, I'm sneaking around. ”

"No, I don't have any nasty secrets with her..."

Flatly denied, Miao Miao chewed the words and said: "Just contact occasionally, preach and teach to solve doubts!" ”

"I suddenly think you're a much smarter girl than I was..."

Shao Qing leaned over with a smile and pressed out the cigarette butt, her arm still tightly surrounding Miao Miao.

"Sister Qing, what are you talking about, I don't understand..."

With a delicate blushing face, Miao Miao snuggled in Shao Qing's arms, and she couldn't help but ask a little stupidly: "Sister Qing, what's going on over there in Building 8, aren't you curious?" ”

"Both of them, they are both gentle, and they still have to grind~"

With a faint word, Shao Qing spit out the last puff of cigarette in her lungs to the side, and after pinching Miao Miao's transparent cheeks lovingly, she stood up with high morale: "Let's talk about it first, I'll go back later tonight, and I'll go to Lao Zhang to avenge me first." ”

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Antique study

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"Smack!"

"Lao Zhang, yo, are you doing your business?"

Orchid fingers holding a cigarette, elegantly sat down on the Taishi chair opposite Lao Zhang, Shao Qing folded her legs, leaned slightly and raised Erlang's legs, the black high-waisted hip skirt naturally rolled up an inch, and her snow-white legs were more exposed in front of Zhang Yameng's eyes.

"Sister Qing, isn't it true that only the Duchess has always sat in your studio?"

Glancing at Shao Qing, Zhang Yameng continued the work in hand, she smiled dumbly and said, "What kind of trouble is this?" ”

"Isn't there no outsider next to you, why don't you dare to look at me today..."

As she spoke, the toes of Shao Qing's right foot, which was stacked on her left leg, were still swaying leisurely, and a stiletto shoe pulled the unfallen one on her jade foot.

"No, I'm thinking about next week's live broadcast."

Hard-working with Shao Qing's teasing, Zhang Yameng said left and right.

A circle of smoke came out from between her lips, Shao Qing spit out the letter provocatively, and after licking it evenly against the corners of her mouth and circling around, she said with a smile in her eyes: "Lao Zhang, isn't it blowing on my ears, isn't it to show me something more exciting, that's it?" ”

"You're playing with fire..."

I can't bear it, I don't need to endure it anymore, Zhang Yameng suddenly smiled evilly: "Please stop your dangerous behavior, woman!" ”

"No!"

Quietly handing out a look at the door of the study, Shao Qing said triumphantly: "What can you do to me?" ”

Lao Zhang got up and reached out and pinched Shao Qing's pointed chin, close to the skin that could be broken by blowing, exhaled like an orchid, and a slightly wet kiss fell on the cheek of Shao someone, who was practicing the magic of flirting with his sister.

“！！！”

Miao Miao and Shao Qing, who were peeping outside the study, fell into a state of stunned chicken at the same time.

"Are you satisfied, Sister Qing!"

Zhang Yameng turned around and returned to his position in a dashing manner, while Shao Qing fled without saying a word.

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9 buildings next door

Ji Xianlin's private recording studio

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Came in at two o'clock, and nearly three hours passed.

Compared with Ji next door, this side is much lighter.

Yan Qing gradually figured out some of Weng Huaijing's habits, and Professor Weng must be serious and conscientious when recording songs.

Most of the time, one of them is outside the shed, and the other is recording dry music in the shed.

During the recording process, in addition to some problems in professional details and collisions with dodging sights, Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing, who are rarely in a private environment, are not too many.

After the recording of the two versions of "Words Don't Reach Meaning" and the two versions of "Undercurrent" were completed, they finally began to communicate back and forth.

"Very good, it sounds so comfortable with pharyngeal sounds, perfect, Gege."

Yan Qing's voice pretended to be calm, and he said into the microphone of the prison cell.

"I don't know why, but I always feel like it sounds weird..."

Weng Huaijing pushed open the door, she avoided Yan Qing's fiery gaze, and asked casually: "Why do you have to let me record a version of "Undercurrent". ”

Yan Qing blurted out truthfully and bravely: "Because I want to hear you sing..."

"You... Why don't you post this version, I always feel that it is not appropriate..."

Weng Huaijing silently turned her back to Yan Qing, and she explained after a while: "I think this kind of emotion is actually quite personal. ”

Yan Qing, who understood it, felt a burst of sweetness in his heart: "Don't send it, I'll have an exclusive version by myself!" ”

"Isn't 'Undercurrent' pure piano accompaniment? Why did you change the arrangement for me..."

Weng Huaijing, who turned around again, was still struggling with the stylization of "Undercurrent", she buried her head and continued like a fly: "And to sing it in a pharyngeal voice, this song sounds a bit similar to "Ambiguous" and "Flowers"? ”

With a sigh in his heart, Weng Huaijing's voice seemed to be nothing, Yan Qing suspected that he might be hallucinating, and he didn't dare to ask carefully, so he could only write it down silently.

"I like this song very much, I want you to record a version too, and the ones I listen to the most are your "Ambiguous" and "Daughter's Love".

Yan Qing unswervingly chased Weng Huaijing's wandering gaze.

"I prefer the song Don't Break Me."

Weng Huaijing blurted out, and after saying that, their eyes finally met, and the corners of her eyes turned red, and she changed it to English and emphasized it again: "Don'tbreakmyheart"

"I won't make you sad anymore."

In the eyes of Yan Qing, his eyes were full of sincerity and vows.

"I didn't mean that."

The autumn water flows backwards, Weng Huai's eyebrows are picturesque, and his eyes are clear and clear.

"Gege, about "Liqiu", I think I should give you an explanation, I'm sorry..."

Yan Qingzheng was waiting for a tirade to come up with an apology that he had been preparing for a long time.

"Wait, I want to tell you..."

Weng Huai seemed to have summoned all her courage, and her voice was gentle and clear: "Actually, I understand "Moonlight Sultry". ”

"Ahh

Yan Qing was dumbfounded.

"Lu Chuan and Lu Yue are both you..."

Weng Huaijing pursed his lips and smiled: "Zhang Ya, ex-girlfriend, represents the secret you have been trying to hide, the unspeakable secret." ”

Yan Qing nodded silently.

"It's like... I've never asked you how much the wound hurts..."

Weng Huaijing was full of pity and distress in the autumn water, she stared at Yan Qing firmly, and her lips moved slightly: "I never thought of apologizing to you, and you have never resented me." ”

"Because I owe you so much..."

Yan Qing's eyes shone brightly in the eyes.

"No, I always felt that the road was chosen by me, and I wouldn't give up if I decided it, so the interview with the little black house was actually a bit of a problem..."

There was some reproach in Weng Huaijing's eyes, but more affection: "My answer has never changed, Weng Yu has always longed for love, this is my mother's motto in life, in fact... Weng Huaijing is the same. ”

Suddenly aware of Su Jin's advice before, Ai Ai said during the Yan Qing period: "I... I..."

"All that has passed is prologue..."

Weng Huaijing casually quoted a line from Shakespeare's play "The Tempest", her thick eyelashes fluttered, and her peach blossom eyes were intoxicatingly red: "For Lu Yue and Yuge, although the missed ten years are not meaningless, it is much more meaningful in my eyes to look forward to the future together than to dwell on the rights and wrongs of the past." ”

"Buzz, I see what you mean..."

Yan Qing suppressed the flat thunder in his chest, and he tried his best to make his tone as gentle as possible: "I'm willing to wait for you to get ready, no matter how long... I'm happy to do it. ”

"We're going back to Sister Qing, she'll laugh at me if she stays too long..."

Avoiding talking about the skillful sacrifice of the single tactics, Weng Huai vividly urged Yan Qing, who still wanted to show his determination again.

Yan Qing, who was like a mirror in his heart, was as good as a stream, and he got up directly: "I'm okay, let's go!" ”

On the way from Building 8 to Building 9, Yan Qing walked side by side with Weng Huaijing for the first time at a distance of about two steps.

Yan Qing, who was a little resentful, secretly took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, and quickly put it back, he continued to peek at Weng Huaijing with his residual vision, as if he couldn't see enough.

"What's there to see..."

Professor Weng casually provoked the topic while avoiding annoying eyes: "Why don't you change your phone?" It's been six years and two months. ”

Yan Qing touched the mobile phone in his pocket with cherishment, and he said solemnly: "Clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old, I am used to it." ”

Weng Huaijing glanced at suspicion: "Yuefu poem, what are you hinting at?" ”

"There is no metaphor for it..."

Yan Qing hurriedly begged for mercy, he stood still and looked at Weng Huaijing with hopeful eyes: "I said human words, firstly, it is a matter of emojis, and secondly, no one buys it for me anymore." ”

Weng Huaijing raised his eyebrows: "You think so beautifully!" ”

"If you don't buy a mobile phone, can you give me your mobile phone number?"

Thick-skinned, Yan Qing looked for a reason in a serious manner: "I'm usually not too embarrassed to disturb Lao Zhang and them." ”

While the two were talking, just a few steps quickly came to an end, Weng Huaijing stepped up the steps quickly, she turned around and smiled at Yan Qing: "I have already taken the initiative to give you a number, this time it is your turn to take the initiative." ”

Yan Qing, who was standing alone at the foot of the steps, was a little dazed and a little sweet, looking at Weng Huai's clear and beautiful back, he thought stupidly: