Times of Our Lives - Chapter 47

Chapter 47

It took Xie Meng two months to hand over all the work in Beijing, and the interview results of the new company, which was also sent by the headhunter in Suzhou, could be officially recruited by the end of the year.

Ji Qinyang packed all the large musical instruments in advance and sent them back. The house was rented until the end of the month. After booking the plane ticket, he invited the baby bear to eat and drink.

“Will you come to my studio?” Baby Bear was so noisy over there: “My busy feet are going to fly, you buy beer, let’s drink at the studio.”

Ji Qinyang: “… what to eat then?”

Baby Bear: “There is a box lunch on the set. It’s a two-vegetable meal, and the food is good.”

Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang took the wine to the baby bear’s studio. They really got two boxes of lunch and sat with the baby bear in front of the camera to eat.

Baby Bear turned on the camera mode, in his words: This is to record the real life of Beibei youth.

“Let’s interview the great music producer, Mr. Ji Qinyang.” Baby Bear took the spoon as a microphone and held it up to Ji Qinyang: “How does it feel to drift north for 8 years?”

Ji Qinyang cooperated with his spoon, cleared his throat, and looked earnestly: “I have learned a lot, and I have many setbacks, but I have gained more.”

“It’s too official.” Baby Bear pouted and said, “You’re on the podium, come on some explosive points.”

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow. He turned around, holding Xie Meng’s face, and kissed him severely.

“…” Baby Bear: “Card! Card! This one doesn’t count! Come again !!!”

Xie Meng ca n’t smile, Baby Bear really did record again. He groaned behind the camera: “Ji Qinyang, you gave me all the vegetables! What time is it! Poor egg you are still wayward! Beware Xie Meng does not support you ! “

Ji Qinyang was so embarrassed that he had to eat all the leafy greens in the box lunch. Xie Meng drank the wine, and stretched out his hands while rubbing his back.

Baby Bear stared at the camera and slowly patted, “After you decided to return to Suzhou, what was the moment like?”

Ji Qinyang pondered for a while, Xie Meng looked back at him.

“Migratory birds are tired of flying.” Ji Qinyang smiled slightly, and said, “Youzi can finally return home.”

Mo Suyuan knew that when his son was about to return, there was no indication on his mouth. It wasn’t until Ji Qinyang got off the plane that the other party sent a text message, meaning that the instruments were packed and sent to the Xiemeng family.

Ji Qinyang was crying and laughing with his mobile phone. Xie Meng was happy when he saw it. He joked, “This is married to our house.”

“So ah.” Ji Qinyang crossed Xie Meng’s shoulder while replying to a text message. “I’m poor and white now. I don’t have a car, a house, a health insurance or a pension. You can’t abandon me.”

Xie Meng looked at him squintingly: “Am I on the thief ship?”

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: “Remorse Captain?”

“What do you regret?” Xie Meng laughed. “This emotion is too complicated. It may take me a lifetime to understand.”

Zhang Xiujuan’s old house has not been moved behind Shantang Street. Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang spent a day cleaning the inside and outside of the house. The two went to buy vegetables together. When they came back, they went to Huanshantang and found that Opened many new stores.

As the end of the year was approaching, red lanterns had been hung on both sides of the river bank, and the awning boat swam slowly under the bridge.

Ji Qinyang was sitting on the blue slate, he was wearing headphones, his fingers beat on his lap, Xie Meng bought a stinky tofu and was sitting next to him slowly eating.

On the way back, Xie Meng asked Ji Qinyang: “How is it, any inspiration?”

Ji Qinyang held his hand, shaking while walking, humming various tones in his mouth, but not speaking.

Xie Meng didn’t ask much. He listened to Ji Qinyang for a while and then suddenly said, “You can actually put out so many songs for me and put them on the Internet for Baby Bear and Zheng Ming to help propagate.”

Ji Qinyang froze, and he laughed: “Those, even if I die, I don’t intend to use those to make a name.”

Xie Meng frowned: “?”

Ji Qinyang said indifferently: “That’s a song written for you, just for you alone.”

A few days ago, Ji Qinyang contacted Qi Fei and Zhuo Xiaoyuan. Zhang Langban and Han Dong had to spend the last New Year in the Middle East. Only four men could gather together.

Early in the morning on New Year’s Eve, the Xie Meng family welcomed an uninvited guest.

Gu Meiyan also wore a short skirt, a sweater leather jacket, and a pair of high boots in the winter. In particular, Queen Fan stood at the gate of the courtyard.

Xie Meng: “…”

Gu Meiyan shook her long hair: “Hi ~”

Ji Qinyang looked behind her and said, “Where is Qi Fei?”

“He went to buy wine.” Gu Meiyan started to move things in the same way, Xie Meng only found that there were several people behind her.

“You don’t need to worry.” She stopped Xie Meng who wanted to help, “Let them all take in, my family’s cooking dinner, flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, everything!”

Xie Meng couldn’t help laughing: “You can just come here, why do you bring so much.”

Gu Meiyan tied her hair neatly: “I’m a maid, how can I not express it well.” She reached out to Xie Meng: “Gu Meiyan, I’m glad to finally meet you.”

“Hello, Mei Yan,” Xie Meng shook hands with her and smiled. “Jiang Yang is famous.”

When Qi Fei bought the wine and returned, Gu Meiyan had already arranged the dishes. He was urged by his wife to start the wine. The two quarrelled, and the typical young couple were wonderful.

When Zhuo Xiaoyuan came, the last soup came on the table. Xie Meng heard the voice and looked towards the gate of the courtyard. Zhuo Xiaoyuan stood there. His hair was long and tall, and his facial features were still the same. The bad-looking handsome, his eyes hanging slightly.

At that moment, it seemed like back to eight years ago.

The snow had not melted last night, and it was spread on the black tiles. Under the eaves, the handsome boy stood at the gate of the courtyard and said to Xie Meng with a smile.

“Happy New Year together, I don’t eat white food.”

Ji Qinyang and Zhuo Xiaoyuan bumped their fists. The latter sat next to Xie Meng and looked sideways: “You haven’t changed much.”

Xie Meng poured him a drink: “You haven’t changed much, how are you doing?”

“Well in the hospital.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan reached out the cigarette case and asked Qi Fei to lighter. “Where can I go?

Gu Meiyan complained: “Let you come to my house for dinner. After a full meal and a hungry meal, your stomach will break. You are still a doctor.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan smoked, his thumb against the temple, and sneered: “Going to yours is even worse, being tortured by Xiu En’s love, you are stupid.”

Qi Fei kicked him, and the two bumped into a glass, both of which were suffocating.

Ji Qinyang himself had a good drink, and this time he opened it again. The three of them drank up a bottle of white wine shortly afterwards. Zhuo Xiaoyuan was surprised: “Okay, his face doesn’t change. When did he get it? “

Ji Qinyang smiled without saying a word, and motioned to thank Mengna wine.

Gu Meiyan took a photo with her mobile phone and was making a sudden “ah” cry on Weibo.

“What’s wrong?” Qi Fei leaned over to touch the daughter’s head: “What did you see?”

Gu Meiyan said excitedly: “Lang Weibo, please come and see.”

As soon as she said, everyone was interested, and several people gathered in a circle to look at her mobile phone. The post on Weibo’s Weibo page really updated an update a few minutes ago.

Wan Li’s blue sky, without a trace of clouds, Han Dong squatted on the ground, his expression on his face looked a little impatiently towards the camera, and underneath was the text added by the bar.

“Happy New Year! Uncle Han, just smile.”