Times of Our Lives - Chapter 40

Baby Bear finally became an assistant director in their crew one year later. Director Zhang was very careful about him. He would take him almost wherever he was filming. In order to celebrate his upgrade, Baby Bear took a special time. Thank you Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang for dinner.

“No Thursday, there is entertainment on the developer’s side.” Xie Meng smoothly turned to normal after the internship, just about a year after the gold was full: “Friday is OK.”

Baby Bear promised, “No problem, what about Ji Qinyang?”

Xie Mengxiao: “The performance was on Saturday, and he should be out today.”

Ji Qinyang is like Nirvana every few days after finishing the work. He ca n’t live without sleeping for three days and two nights. After the band became large, he became more and more busy, devoted more effort, and decided what to do. Can’t be casual.

Baby Bear didn’t discuss the future development of the band with him before. He meant that the eggs could not be put in a basket. Since he wants to be a studio, he has to think more.

“If you want to be a wrist.” Baby Bear lit a cigarette to himself: “You can’t just stick to a band.” He gave an example: “If your lead singer is solo, or someone in the band puts The band was sold to an entertainment company. They think you are not famous. If you don’t follow your path, you won’t be finished? “

Ji Qinyang blanched Xie Meng’s chopsticks and asked the boss lady to get wine: “If I’m behind the scenes, it’s too red, what am I doing behind the scenes.”

Baby Bear snorted: “This is different. The red I mean is strength, and the wine fragrance is also afraid of the alley. You obviously have this strength, but you ca n’t play because of the limitations of the band itself.

Ji Qinyang was drinking and not talking. He was actually in the same position as Baby Bear. Both were behind the scenes and belonged to the creation. The purpose was to create eternity, immortality, and classics, so he was completely understandable.

Xie Meng finished the order and looked at the baby bear and asked, “How about you, when can you make your own movie?”

“I want to, too.” Baby bear choked a cigarette and drew his hair: “The script is satisfactory, the investment ca n’t be reached, the investment is reached, the script is a bad movie, the actors are also a problem, I like everything It’s too red. “

Xie Meng knew that he was referring to Zheng Ming. He became a domestic film emperor at the age of 19 and entered Hollywood at 22. Now he is almost 25. He only makes one film a year. He has only been involved in filming. The prize is soft.

Baby Bear sighed: “He is running too fast, I am chasing behind with bare feet, full of boasting of the sadness of his father chasing the sun.”

When Xie Meng heard Kuafu almost chasing after the sun, he almost did not spit out the wine in his mouth, and coughed, saying, “Aren’t you talking with him on Weibo, what film do you want to make and ask him if he wants to participate in the show?”

Baby Bear glanced sadly at him: “If your male **** is too good, and you are still a silk, you dare to hook him up?”

“…” Xie Meng thought for a while, but he couldn’t really answer for a while.

Ji Qinyang suddenly reached out and squeezed his neck: “What are you thinking blindly, your male **** is not here.”

Xie Meng smiled and kicked him.

The three of them ate in the middle of the night, and Ji Qinyang’s cell phone suddenly rang. Qi Fei’s big voice can be heard without opening the handsfree.

“Big beauty!” Qi Fei shouted, “Suzhou is here, crabs. I’ll send you and Xie Meng some.”

Unlike other single dogs, Qi Fei and Gu Meiyan received the certificate shortly after graduation. The little girl only entered the junior year, and the two of them were not at the banquet. They planned to travel to get married and concentrate on enjoying the two-person world.

Ji Qinyang and Xie Meng also learned after a long time that Gu Meiyan’s family was in very good condition. Several chain hotels in Suzhou were opened by her.

Qi Feizi said, “My sister will graduate in one year. Come to Beijing to play with you.”

Ji Qinyang: “Come on, I’ll give you a band performance to celebrate your wedding.”

Qi Fei laughed on the other side of the phone, which meant that Ji Qinyang was not allowed to talk and count, he remembered it.

Baby Bear waited until he hung up the phone and asked, “High school classmate?”

Xie Meng smiled and nodded: “Brother for almost ten years.”

“That’s not easy,” agrees Baby Bear, and the words suddenly turn: “So, we are almost five years old.”

Ji Qin looked at him alertly: “What do you want?”

Baby bear: “Hey, here comes the crabs to eat together!”

Xie Meng: “…”

After the late autumn, Beijing began heating in mid-December. The bank was busy at the end of the year. The year-end settlement was ready to start. It’s all common.

When it came out of the building, it was snowing outside. Xie Meng erected his coat collar and carried a briefcase with Chu Kanglin to get the car.

Chu Kanglin entered the bank two years earlier than him, and has now been seated as the head of the department.

“Good talk today.” Chu Kanglin lit a cigarette and lowered the window. Xie Meng sat in the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt.

“Take this list, you will have a beautiful year-end award this year.” Chu Kanglin backed up the steering wheel, he glanced at Xie Meng jokingly: “How about, is there any plan to climb up next year?”

Xie Mengqian said modestly, “I have a lot to learn.”

Chu Kanglin smiled: “The senior students just talk.” He asked Xie Meng’s address and was a little surprised: “Do you still live near the school?”

Xie Meng nodded: “Well, you rented it early?”

Chu Kanglin raised an eyebrow: “And girlfriend?”

“No.” Xie Meng added with a smile: “I rented it with my friends.”

Chu Kanglin gave a whisper and stopped asking. When Xie Meng was about to be delivered to his doorstep, he saw a person standing outside the community on a snowy day.

“Who is this guy …” Chu Kanglin muttered.

Xie Mengxi looked at it for a while, and suddenly said, “General Manager Chu, let me down.”

Chu Kanglin: “Here you don’t need to go in?”

“No need.” Xie Meng has unfastened the seat belt, he said embarrassed: “Thank you President Chu.”

“You’re welcome. You’re welcome.” Chu Kanglin unlocked the car. “Tough work, come on.”

Xie Meng got out of the car. The snow in Beijing is not like the south side. If it is big, it will build up in a short time. He walks deep and shallowly to the gate of the community. The headlights shine.

When Xie Meng walked halfway, he waved at the man standing at the gate of the community.

Chu Kanglin lit himself a cigarette. He watched Xie Meng walk in front of the man, and the other person took off the scarf on his head, showing prominent hair color, and a beautiful face.

Ji Qinyang wrapped his scarf around Xie Meng’s face, and he nodded in the direction of the car.

Chu Kanglin didn’t respond until both of them were out of sight. He moved his fingers and hissed, only to find that the cigarette **** was about to burn out.

After reaching the battlefield for more than a year, Zhang Xie sent an email to Xie Meng almost every month with few words and photos. Some Xie Meng had seen in newspapers or magazines, and some did not.

Below the photos, occasional notes are posted.

“Seven or eight-year-olds have guns there, and the marksmanship is better than mine.” The picture shows a child holding a heavier gun than himself.

Zhang Lang sometimes spit out: “The Internet is not good, I can’t even scan Weibo, I have to write on the roof to write an email … if a bomb drops at this time, I will finish qaq.”

“The laptop was blown up last week, and everything in drive C is gone … forget it, nothing.”

Zhang Lianban finally mentioned Han Dong in a recent letter: “Is Uncle Han OK?”

Xie Meng didn’t know how to answer his question. In more than a year, Zhang Gangbang sent more and more photos, from Egypt to Syria to Israel. The most recent photos in Iraq, even Xie Meng, a layman You can also see the changes in Zhang Mo’s mood.

From once full of vitality to cruelty and despair

They patted the city’s ruins. After the car bomb attack, they only spread white corpses casually on the sides of the road. After the fire stopped, Israel’s prayer church was quiet and sacred.

He occasionally shoots a flower or a tree, growing in the gravel, or in the endless wilderness.

Xie Meng organized these photos and sent them to Han Dong. At the end, he recounted Zhang Gang’s words, and the other party did not reply to the email.

Until the New Year was approaching, Han Dong had no news.

“I switched to Huawei.” Han Dong and Ji Qinyang video in the afternoon, can be seen behind the capital airport: “Equipment maintenance department stationed overseas.”

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: “Go to the Middle East?”

Han Dong smiled and did not deny it.

Xie Meng just finished packing the dumplings. He washed his hands and entered the room. Ji Qinyang gave his seat to him.

“Thinking?” Xie Meng asked Han Dong.

Han Dongdao: “I thought about it very early.”

“Pay attention to safety.” Xie Meng no longer said: “Keep in touch, remember to send an email.”

“I know.” Han Dong nodded. He seemed to be preparing to board the plane. Before ending the video, he looked at Xie Mengdan and said, “I have to spend the New Year outside this year, so let me say it in advance.”

Xie Meng laughed: “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.” Han Dong waved to the camera.

The day before the New Year’s Eve, the band held their last New Year’s Eve concert. Ji Qinyang was so busy that he almost didn’t even have time to sleep. The fans who arrived on the day even exceeded tens of thousands.

Ji Qinyang’s square rented by their band was almost overcrowded. On the cold day, Qian Momo only wore a t-shirt and ran around the stage. Ji Qinyang took Xie Meng to the top of an abandoned factory building across the stage.

“Just take a look here.” He took a blanket and wrapped himself and Xie Meng from the back: “There will be fireworks later.”

Xie Meng listened for a while: “You wrote it?”

Ji Qinyang: “Yes.”

Xie Meng: “Is it engraved?”

Ji Qinyang: “It will be engraved after the year, and I will take it home at that time.” He said he took out his mobile phone to log in to Weibo, and Xie Meng saw that the band’s Weibo homepage had nearly exceeded 3 million fans.

“Usually Wen Tao is taking care of it.” Ji Qinyang explained that there are new songs audition and concert photos in the dynamic, and several songs are reposted more than 10,000.

Xie Meng brushed the homepage for a long time and suddenly said, “You are awesome.”

Ji Qinyang froze for a while before he understood what the other person was referring to. He kissed and kissed Meng Hou’s head and smiled, “This is nothing, and you won’t get much less than me this year.”

Xie Meng didn’t speak. He turned his face and kissed Ji Qinyang’s forehead.

“That’s right.” Ji Qinyang remembered the incident, he let Xie Meng sit down, went down and took the guitar up, tuned it, and dialed gently.

Xie Meng wrapped in a blanket and sat on a chair, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Ji Qinyang held the guitar, cleared his throat, and slowly whispered, “It’s Mr. Xie’s exclusive concert time.”

Xie Meng Renjun couldn’t help but raised his hands and applauded.

“Happy New Year,” Ji Qinyang whispered as he played the guitar. “I love you, Mr. Xie.”

That night, on the roof, Ji Qinyang sang more than ten songs for Xie Meng, all of which were never sung by the band.

When the last song was sung, fireworks were set off in the square below, and the bright lights and shadows illuminated the sky in Beijing’s winter night.

Xie Meng bowed his head, and he looked at Ji Qinyang, who was sitting cross-legged and singing quietly.

At that moment, Xie Meng felt that his whole world seemed to be singing at the fingertips of each other.