Exhale … Inhale …
The music suddenly stopped, causing the quiet audience in the banquet hall to be stunned for a moment. Lingjing originally wanted to continue playing, but when she heard Jiaming also stop, she quickly wiped the tears from her face in embarrassment. Then, Jiaming picked up the colored ball and stood up with a smile.
"Uh, sorry, that's it. So … Who's next?"
He smiled brightly on the stage, but the people below the stage had already reacted and repeatedly shouted: "It's not over yet, it's not over yet …"
"This song feels so good …"
"Sing it again!
Sing it again! "
Amidst the noise, Jiaming smiled and said: "Uh, sorry, I'm here to pick someone up. I've been so busy that I haven't had dinner yet.
Uh, who wants to sing?
By the way, I just saw that beauty over there raise her hand very high. I seem to have inadvertently stolen her performance opportunity. Hey, catch. "
No one raised their hand. He smiled and threw the colored ball to Dongfang Lu who was not far away. Dong Danwen was still surprised and dazed. The colored ball flew over and she subconsciously caught it. Then, she looked at the people around her with embarrassment: "This … That …" She originally wanted to use her own writing to perform in front of the two musicians, but after listening to the song "Dongfeng Po", she really did not dare to come out and embarrass herself.
However, now, no one really paid attention to her. More than half of the people in front of her were asking Jiaming to finish the song or sing it again. Dongfang Lu's face was somewhat bitter as he looked at the person on the stage. Zheng Zepei and Elder Huang had already stood up from their seats and slowly walked over to the stage.
However, Jiaming was not a person who cared about other people's opinions. After he finished speaking, he did not care about the request of the people below. He turned around and stretched out his left hand: "Let's go."
The tears on Ling Jing's face had yet to dry, but she couldn't hide the beautiful smile on her face. She trotted over and placed her right hand in his. It was undeniable that the performance just now was romantic and irresistible to any girl.
Fortunately, this was just a simple carnival party. Jiaming and Lingjing were not famous idols. As they walked off the stage, although many people regretfully asked to sing again, there were not many who stopped them. Even if one or two people ran to him to ask about this and that and introduce themselves, Jiaming just casually brushed them away. Now that it was crowded, even if he used a little more strength, no one would notice that something was wrong. However, when they were about to reach the door, two middle-aged men squeezed in from the side. Jiaming was about to push them when Dongfang Lu suddenly flashed out.
"Jiaming, Lingjing, wait, wait …"
Strangers can be pushed, but for acquaintances, in the future when they see each other in school, they can only be polite.
Although Dongfang Lu's singing was suppressed by Jiaming in almost all aspects, but at this time, he still smiled brightly. It seemed that he didn't care too much about it. He first praised Jiaming and then began to introduce the two middle-aged men.
They were famous figures in the music industry. In China, it was a sin for songwriters not to know them.
Lingjing didn't know about this, but seeing Dongfang Lu's respectful attitude when introducing the two people, she also politely greeted and said: "Hello." Jiaming just nodded lightly.
"Uh, hello, then … we're in a hurry to go back to eat, is it …"
This attitude was clearly asking the two to make way, and the two people's faces suddenly showed some displeasure.
The water in the music industry is very deep. No matter how good you are at writing songs and lyrics, if there is no one to help you, if other people don't want your song, then it is also a waste. And as a songwriter, who doesn't want to be famous?
These two people, can be said to be the fastest way to become famous.
As the leading figures in the music industry, if they are interested in a certain singer or writer, even if the other party hasn't eaten for three to five days, they will probably sit still and listen to their teachings. However, the youth in front of them, actually casually told the two of them to get lost!
Zheng Zepei smiled: "Uh, actually, we first want to ask, this song … was it really written by you?"
Jiaming smiled: "I don't need to explain this. Sorry, it's already past 9: 10. In order to be busy tonight, I haven't eaten anything. Lingjing, are you hungry?"
"I'm hungry too." Lingjing's tone was a bit stiff. Because of Zheng Zepei's words, she was now angry.
"Well, then …" Before he reached out to push Zheng Zepei away, Elder Huang on the side had already reached out to hold Jiaming's hand.
The reason why Jiaming didn't avoid it was because he was already considering whether or not he should kill both of these guys tonight.
"Well, sorry, but since this song was written by Gu Jiaming classmate, you should know the significance of this song to today's music industry."
Elder Huang's tone was a bit excited at this time, "I can hear that this song is a simplified version that you have adapted. You said that the song will also have instruments such as Pipa and Erhu involved … Uh, sorry, I didn't bring my business card today, but we can arrange a time to have a detailed discussion. The style of this song will cause a storm in the current music industry …"
"Oh, I understand, I understand …" Jiaming nodded impatiently, "If you like it, I'll sell this song to you next time, but now … we really have to go, goodbye."
Breaking free of his hand, Jiaming led Lingjing out of the door. At the door, he turned back and waved: "Then goodbye, Senior Dongfang. Have a good Christmas Eve." Lingjing also smiled and waved. Then, the inside and outside of the glass door were separated into two worlds.
Suddenly out on the snow-covered street, Lingjing desperately breathed on her hand. Jiaming opened the bicycle lock, then took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and handed it to her: "Here, when I was mending the tire, I passed by a small shop and just remembered that your gloves were too small. Christmas gift, hope you don't mind."
"Haha, thank you."
Even if it was not expensive, receiving Jiaming's gift, Lingjing was still very happy. She put on the gloves, the size was just right, the tips of the five fingers were exposed. It was the type that could play the piano after wearing it.
Quietly looking at the happy Lingjing, inside the glass door, Dongfang Lu's eyes were a bit disappointed. The gloves that he painstakingly gave to her, it was said that she generously gave it to someone else. Now that she received such a pair of gloves, she actually chose to wear it immediately. She was very happy.
Not long after, Lingjing sat on the back seat of the bicycle, her hands intimately holding Jiaming's waist. Under the street lights, car lights, neon lights and snow, the bicycle gradually went away along the street.
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With both hands in Jiaming's pockets, Lingjing intimately leaned on his back. Recalling the scene when she played, her heart was still sweet. After a long time, she felt that wearing the gloves was isolating Jiaming's body temperature. She took off the novice gloves and put it in her pocket, and curiously asked: "Jiaming, did you really write that song?"
"Of course, if it wasn't me, who else could it be?"
"I'm guessing if it was Sister Ya Han who wrote it, you … .Hehe, no wonder that ugly middle-aged uncle would suspect you …."
"Haha, then why are you so angry?"
"Someone suspects my husband, of course I'm angry!
But, is it really not Sister Ya Han?
I'll ask her when I get back. "
"Please, Lingjing, if you want to insult me, don't insult that song, okay? Even Ya Han, that childish and neurotic woman, can also write a song … Actually, you know me, when I'm in a critical situation, my little universe will explode. Like I said, someone is coveting my wife, of course I can only force a duck onto a perch …."
"En, sorry."
Lingjing leaned her cheek on Jiaming's back, softly said, "At that time, he said he wanted to thank me, and then gave me a flower. There were so many people downstairs, I didn't know what to do … .And I didn't see clearly that it was a rose …."
"Next time, don't accept flowers."
"En."
"The next time he talks to you, tell him that you're a good person, that you'll be a good person all your life, and that your whole family are good people …. Do you understand?"
Lingjing laughed out loud, lightly hitting Jiaming, "Okay, I'll be honest with him. I used to be Jiaming's child bride, and now I'm Jiaming's concubine. I have to serve him every night, and I've been used many times. Senior Dongfang, you're a good person, I'm not good enough for you …. How about this?"
"He'll commit suicide, remember to go to the rooftop and tell him. Then he'll jump down, and I'll be watching from below …. I've never seen someone jump off a building …."
"You're a bad guy …."
Just now, they arrived at Ya Han's small villa at around 9: 40 PM, they talked and laughed along the way.
This apartment was in a wealthy area on the side of the school, near the mountains and rivers. Sacred Heart College was rich, and the temporary residence of the teaching staff could be in villas. Of course, only important staff like Ya Han, whose family held shares in the college, could have such a place.
Beside the road, there were small independent courtyards surrounded by white wooden fences, shaded by green grass, and European-style buildings with red tiles and white walls. Of course, they were now covered with a thick layer of snow. Most of the foreign staff of Sacred Heart College lived here. Along the way, the surroundings were decorated with lanterns and colored banners, and it was a festive scene.
Ya Han's villa was also decorated with beautiful colored lights, and there were two beautiful Christmas trees in the snow in front of the door. After pushing open the small door, Lingjing sighed, "It's so beautiful. Sister Ya Han said that it was just a casual gathering. She must have spent a lot of time."
She didn't come over in the afternoon, so she sighed at the scene. Jiaming had already seen it, and he pointed at the surrounding houses, "Look at how beautiful they are. In this area, you'll be despised if you're sloppy …. Also, Sister Ya Han didn't do it, she found temporary workers …."
Lingjing rolled her eyes at him, "You're always good at making up stories."
Before she could finish her sentence, the countless colored lights in the villa suddenly flashed a few times, making a "zi zi" sound. Then, the whole villa suddenly turned dark, and the faint sound of fire and panic could be heard from the kitchen window.
Grabbing Lingjing's shoulder, Jiaming had already pulled out his dagger, "I'll go in and take a look, you hide first …."
After asking Lingjing to hide behind the Christmas tree in the courtyard next door, Jiaming jumped into the living room through the unlocked window. The bowls and chopsticks were already set on the table, and the sound of fire and noise could be heard from the kitchen.
Although there was no light in the villa at this time, the snow outside reflected the light from the other houses, so to Jiaming, there was still plenty of light. After tiptoeing a few steps, the sound of a person falling to the ground suddenly came from the bathroom beside him, followed by a soft "ah" sound. It was Ya Han's scream.
He turned the dagger in his right hand and pinched the tip of the dagger. His left hand stretched out two iron wires that were used to unlock locks, and he inserted them into the keyhole of the bathroom door. With a sudden turn, his body shrank to the side of the door, and then he pounced out, wanting to swing the dagger.
Taking into account his reaction time, his speed of swinging the dagger was not slower than a typical killer's bullet.
A moment later, Ya Han's scream came from the bathroom ….
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