Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 58

Jing Sheng drove directly back to the company, and when he returned to the office, he threw himself onto the leather chair, his two long legs crossed, and he leaned over the table, doing nothing.

Song Zhu behind the monitor secretly raised his eyes to look at him.

He hadn't seen his boss in such a comfortable posture for a long time.

Jing Sheng took out his phone and re-read the WeChat message sent to Yu Zhile.Although she didn't reply a word, he couldn't help but raise his lips.

Holding his mouth with his hands, he raised his lips with joy.

Noticing that two furtive eyes were staring at him, Jing Sheng squinted and met Song Zhu's gaze: "What are you looking at?"

"..." Song Zhu retracted his head: "It's okay."

Clenching his fists, Jing Sheng yawned and asked, "Have you paid?"

"Paid."

"Well," Jing Sheng nodded, "Did the old man say anything?"

"I didn't say anything, I told you to buy it and not open it."

Jing Sheng: "...I'll drive it, why don't I drive it." He curled his lips again, imagining Yu Zhile sitting in the co-pilot, hey, I'm so happy.

Seeing his ever-changing demeanor, Song Zhu carefully asked, "Mr. Jing, where did you go just now?"

"I'm going to the second uncle's company." Jing Sheng put his legs down, opened the drawer beside him, took out a toffee, opened it, threw it in his mouth, and said vaguely, "I saw Yu Zhile."

"..."

Tang bulged into his cheeks, triumphantly: "He also talked."

Add another sentence: "A lot of words."

Song Zhu seemed a little disbelieving: "What's Miss Yu's reaction?"

"It's good," Jing Sheng raised his eyebrows, and hummed a few lines to himself: "I feel like returning to my first love."

Song Zhu: "??"

Jing Sheng sorted out the scattered documents on the table in a rare way, and sighed: "Ah, that's great."

After they were all neatly and meticulously stacked, Jing Sheng raised his head and ordered: "Song Zhi, find a more reliable logistics later, put it in the second uncle's company, and take care of Yu Zhile for me. By the way, check, which one The agent is in charge of her and will also contact her. If there is any situation, tell me in time, and I will tell my second uncle..."

Thinking about it, he slapped his forehead and denied himself again: "Hey, let's say goodbye, let's do this first."

Song Zhu was confused: "You mean, no one is looking for?"

Jing Sheng shook his hand: "No, let her develop herself first, she doesn't like me like this."

He still remembers what Yu Zhile said when they broke up.I don't want to be tied down.

This sentence is as clear as the burnt scar on his heart that cannot fade away.

Jing Sheng started busy with his own affairs, but he was still humming the Mayday song,
just set you free,
Freedom, this is my tenderness.

In the afternoon, Yu Zhile didn't need to take this class because he had a foundation in musical instruments, and went directly to learn music theory with the textbooks in between.

She is in a special situation, she is considered a transfer student.Most of their newcomers are graduates of formal music colleges, so the training program for Zhile is different from others, and they have to make up for the basics first.

An all-white, empty room was used as a classroom, and after Yu Zhile arrived, it was empty.

She randomly found a chair and sat down, flipping through the book in her hand.

After a while, she heard someone knock on the door twice.

Yu Zhile looked up, it was Lin Youheng.She stood at the door, looking at her with a smile.

Yu Zhile got up, and she was always polite and respectful to this noble person who supported her.

Lin Youheng motioned her to sit back, walked to her side, sat down as well, and asked gently: "Are you still used to moving to the company?"

"En." Yu Zhile replied without hesitation, with a calm indifference written on his face.

"That's good." Lin Youheng nodded, his eyes fell on the book cover under her hand: "Do you understand what's inside?"

Yu Zhile replied: "Basically understandable."

"Oh?" Lin Youheng raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Have you learned it?"

Yu Zhile didn't intend to hide it: "Yan An taught me."

"The relationship between you and him, in a sense, is also a kind of wealth." Lin Youheng said this with a firm tone.

Yu Zhile acquiesced that she never denied the benefits and help Yan An brought to her.As a hobby of music, he led her by the hand to get started.

"Are you still learning?"

"Learning," Yu Zhile replied, "He spoke in general terms then."

Lin Youheng smiled: "Okay," then raised his chin towards the door: "There is someone outside, I asked me to bring him to meet you, would you like to meet?"

The knuckles on the edge of the book paused, and Yu Zhile almost immediately guessed who it was.

She didn't refuse. In her opinion, love and hatred were like wind in the past, and everything had already been clearly separated.Now, they are just colleagues.

Lin Youheng called in the man who had been waiting for a while in the corridor, but he said goodbye and left, giving them a space to chat privately.

"Long time no see." Yan An walked up to her, curled his lips slightly, and took the initiative to talk to her.

Yu Zhile pursed her upper lip slightly, not knowing how to speak.

The man is still the same, unlike before she joined the company, she was led by her agent to remake her image and changed into a neater and crisper new hairstyle.

However, nothing changed for him.Those female fans who are crazy about him also like his unshaven, melancholy appearance, and his whole body has the temperament of a literary storybook.

Yan An was not surprised by her silence, and continued to speak by himself: "Unexpectedly, we stumbled and stumbled, but we still came to the same place."

Yu Zhile raised his eyelids, and there was no embarrassment in his eyes: "You agreed to the conditions I told Director Lin?"

So she was able to be signed smoothly.

The woman's directness has a taste of deja vu, Yan An nodded: "Yes."

I don't bother to ask why, because the answer is already obvious.But the man has to make it clear: "I have always owed you, and now that you appear here, I feel better."

Yu Zhile didn't want to form a team with him, which Yan An expected.As always, the stubborn little girl, he never expected her to be his partner willingly, this was just a strong introduction he deliberately threw out, so that Lin Youheng would notice the existence of Yu Zhile.

"Do you need me to say thank you?" Yu Zhile asked.

Yan An leaned back at the table in front of her leisurely, as if planning to have a long conversation: "No, you have already thanked me when we met last time."

He looked at her from head to toe: "You are doing very well now, it gives me the feeling that the student has really grown up."

His tone of relying on the old and selling the old sounds uncomfortable, Yu Zhile replied: "I have grown up very early."

"No," Yan An smiled slightly, with dense smile lines extending from the corners of his eyes, which is what the little girls like.

He looked around, the space was surprisingly clean and spacious.Looking back at the woman in the white shirt in front of her, she was sitting in the center, as if she could blend in with the background: "This is your place, you can stretch your arms and legs."

He spread his arms, "Like this, you're going to take off."

It's not that Yu Zhile has never experienced a similar scene.

When she and Yan An were still lovers, they traveled once.

They climbed a very high mountain, and the two of them competed until they reached the top of the mountain before resting.The mountain road twisted and twisted, and when she reached the top, she was out of breath, unable to straighten her waist, and her throat was full of bloodshot taste.

Yan An didn't let her rest easily, but dragged her to the side of the mountain in a daze.He opened his arms, facing the orange sunset, looked sideways at her and said, "Yu Zhile, the teacher is about to take off."

"Come together?" He encouraged her, making the same gesture.

She would laugh out loud and said disdainfully, you should play the Titanic by yourself, I won't join.

In the next second, Yan An folded his arms, hugged her into his arms unexpectedly, and sighed very softly: "It's really beautiful."

At that moment, the wind blowing by the cliff, the vegetation all over the mountain echoed her heartbeat.

Looking back now, that's all.

Not worth mentioning.

Yu Zhile chuckled and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Yan An denied: "It's nothing, I'm just a little excited, I want to come to see you, I hope I didn't disturb you."

Yu Zhile didn't answer any more.

Yan An put on the air of a teacher and encouraged: "Yu Zhile, work harder, you will fly to the height you want."

"Thank you," Yu Zhile was very polite and distant.

Yan An wanted to wait a few more seconds, so he said again: "I'm a newcomer just like you, so you don't have to be polite to me."

"Okay," Yu Zhile immediately accepted the setting: "Encourage each other."

Her seriousness was equivalent to rejection, which really made him not used to it.Yan An smiled lightly, staring at her without speaking.

For the next period of time, except for the same batch of students, Yu Zhile never saw anyone else.

She devoted herself wholeheartedly to various training camps, solfeggio, ear training, posture shaping, dancing and vocal music.

The further back, her advantage became more and more obvious.In the past few years, in order to deal with the sexual harassment in the workplace, Yu Zhile maintained the habit of exercising for a long time. Now these dance moves are easy for her to do.She is surprisingly flexible, as if she has more talent than others.

Especially when she lowered down effortlessly for the first time, the dance teacher clapped her hands, which was a pleasant surprise.

This world seems to be conservative, heartbreak can become art, experience can also be turned into wealth.

The agent once advised her to quit smoking, which is not good for her voice.When he really debuts, the social impact will not be good.

But this proposal was immediately dismissed by Lin Youheng. Has she become the smoking cessation ambassador?The woman scolded like this.She hadn't seen Yu Zhile smoking. Artists have no problem smoking to relieve stress, not to mention that she smoked less.

Said that no one came to look for her, but Yu Zhile still received greeting text messages from Jing Sheng every day.

Remind me of three meals a day, good morning and good night.He also posts his daily life, which is organized in playful language like a storyteller, which always makes people smile knowingly.

Yu Zhile thought that if he didn't reply, his interest would fade away, but the man still sent me persistently, nagging.

For example, at dinner today, I received this:
"The text message is very long, you can read it while eating, and it will never delay you for a second. Today my car was scratched, an old man's tricycle, it's really not that I drive fast, I don't drink and drive now, I drive very steadily , as stable as an old dog. I got out of the car and took a look. Without saying a word, I went back to the car and called the 4S shop. The old man cried in fright, and plopped down in front of my car. A group of passers-by pointed at me, There were people taking pictures. After a while, the reporters came and knocked on my window. I got out of the car in a few annoyances. I didn’t say a single word for compensation, and even added a bunch of fucking scenes to me. I was so angry, Don't help the old man on the ground, just bully others, whatever you want. This will definitely be news, Yu Zhile, I haven't seen you for such a long time, I'm afraid you've forgotten what I look like, go search and find out! There must be a photo of me, no matter which angle you look at, you are terribly handsome.”

It turns out that the last is the point.

Yu Zhile threw the spoon back into the bowl, and turned off the SMS bar.

Half a minute later, Jing Sheng sent another message: "Don't look, my face has been mosaiced."

Yu Zhile sneered in her heart, she was even more curious when he said that, she really went to search for the news, flipped through the pages, and found it even more amusing.

It was strange, even though the man was completely changed by the mosaic, she could completely make up his expression and movements at that time.

Study hard and practice hard, get up early and work late until early May.

An assistant came to Yu Zhile's dormitory early in the morning, saying that Director Lin wanted to see her.

Yu Zhile simply put on a T-shirt, followed him, and hurried out the door.

Instead of taking her to the office, the assistant led her directly to the recording studio.

In the recording studio, the light is gentle.

There were two people sitting in front of the mixer, Lin Youheng, and another middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap whom he didn't know.

The sound-proof vacuum glass completely isolates this place from the hustle and bustle of the world, making it extremely quiet.

"Yu Zhile is here!" the assistant brother announced.

The two turned their faces to look at Yu Zhile at the same time, Lin Youheng stood up, patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and signaled him to go inside.

She turned to look at Yu Zhile, waved and smiled: "Come."

The middle-aged man walked behind the glass, and Yu Zhile took his place, taking the seat that belonged to him.

Lin Youheng handed her an earphone, "Put it on."

Yu Zhile nodded and did as he did, and the world suddenly became peaceful.

Lin Youheng put on the earphones herself, adjusted a few switches, and made an OK gesture to the people inside.

In the ears, the prelude sounded, the sound of classical guitar.

After a while, the man in the peaked cap began to sing.Yu Zhile closed his eyes and listened intently.

It's a good song, the music is beautiful, the lyrics are unique, the singer's voice is just right, and there is that unique sense of time that only belongs to middle-aged men.

Yu Zhile listened very attentively, and with the addition of high-end equipment, it was easy for people to enter the country.So, after it was over, she was still intoxicated, until Lin Youheng patted her right shoulder, and she woke up, opened her eyes, and her complexion gradually returned to clarity.

"Does it sound good?" Lin Youheng curled his lips.

Yu Zhile nodded: "It sounds good."

What the middle-aged woman said next made her almost stand up from her chair: "This is your song, your first single, and her name is also very nice, it's called "Yanzhi"."

His heart contracted suddenly, and then he trembled.

Yu Zhile desperately suppressed the constant tension, excitement and excitement, and asked seriously: "Rouge, is that the kind of rouge for makeup?"

Her voice was already trembling.

Her first reaction was unexpected, Lin Youheng couldn't help but smiled, and replied: "It's the "Yan Zhi" of "Zi Feiyu, how can I know Yu Zhile". "

"Have some confidence in yourself, little girl," the woman pinned one side of her hair behind her ear, and she was not stingy with her encouragement and expectations: "This is a song that belongs only to you, and only to you."

(End of this chapter)