time has waited for me

Ai Qingying accepts it as soon as she sees it, and doesn't continue to harass Jing Xian on WeChat, and does not forget to politely pave the way for the next time: Thank you, Teacher Jing!If I have any more questions, can I bother you again?

Jing Xian liked polite children very much, and replied very easily: You're welcome, just ask if you have any questions.

On weekends, Qingying performed in Chengdu, which naturally attracted a crowd of fans.

Jing Xian was lying on the bed with a notebook on his stomach. He flipped through the materials intermittently while typing on the keyboard to write a thesis. When he saw the time in the lower right corner, his hand paused. Did he open the webpage? Search on Weibo "Qingying", came out with some short videos recorded on the spot.

Chengdu, by comparison, has more venues and more fans than Lanzhou and Urumqi.

They performed two performances in Chengdu, and this night is the second one. There are also many more live videos on the Internet than the previous two performances. Jing Xian opened a video at random, and Ai Qingying stepped on the higher platform on the edge of the stage, playing Singing and laughing to the audience while playing the guitar, the photo was taken from the bottom up, without any composition skills, and it was shot straight with a straight face, but it can still be so beautiful.

The screams of the girls had even drowned out his singing.

In fact, he could smile at everyone like that.

Jing Xian slid his hand on the small keyboard expressionlessly, reading the comments below.

She looks so good-looking, she can talk so well, she sings well, she is born to be loved.

But what does it have to do with him?

Jing Xian sighed inexplicably, closed the page, and continued to write the paper, but couldn't calm down anymore.

He opened the playback software and looked for Qingying's songs. It was a paid album, 100 yuan a piece, but there were only three songs.Many people in the comments scolded them for cheating money, and some fans defended: Qingying's songs are only sung for those who understand them and are willing to listen to them!

Someone scolded again: It deserves to be sung for so many years without being popular!Can only sing in the ground!

Naturally, someone explained it, and even the fans wrote limericks to scold each other. Looking at these comments, Jing Xian felt that they were doing it on purpose, and they didn't seem to make money from these in the first place. He looked at the number of purchases, the latest album, Not even a thousand times.The big boss behind Qingying seems to be very rich. When he goes on tour, everyone lives in a suite, and the food and accommodation are the best.

However, the tickets for the tour only cost 80 yuan per person. I really don't want to make money.

What should be an expensive live show is actually cheap, and an album that is easy to spread and promote is sold so expensive.

They don't seem to want to be popular either, they just care about singing happily.

Because I like the scene, I hope the scene can be seen by more people?

If you don't think about making money, the album can be expensive or expensive, love to buy, buy it, don't buy it?

It's headstrong, but it's so headstrong that it's so cute and interesting.

Their boss must be a very interesting person.

Jing Xian thinks this is pretty good. If he wants to listen and has the ability, he will buy it. If he doesn't love it that much, if he thinks it's not worth it, then he won't buy it. What is there to scold?

The current number of purchases is 981. Jing Xian felt a little uncomfortable looking at the gap, so he directly recharged the money and bought 19.After buying 19, he looked at the 1000, and he bought 18 more, making a 1018.

He randomly clicked on the purchase page, and his ID actually ranked first on the purchase list.

Regardless of who Cyan is, he likes this band and their songs very much and is willing to support them.

He thought it was quite funny, and he smiled unconsciously, and only halfway through the smile did he realize how stupid his behavior was.

With a cold face, he closed the page and continued to write the paper, but did not turn off the music.

Listening to Qingying's song, he successfully finished the thesis he was going to write that day.

On Monday, he showed up at the office on time. After not seeing him for a few days, everyone was very happy to see him and came to say hello to him one after another.In fact, Jing Xian was not too happy, and his mood was gloomy as usual, but his colleagues' attitudes returned to the past, so he dutifully returned to the old way, and greeted everyone with a smile.

He went to buy some chocolates yesterday, and now he is sharing them with everyone. The office seems to be exactly the same as before.

Only Jing Xian knew in his heart that the haze covering his heart had never left.

Fortunately, there are still jobs that can overwhelm him. He went to Xinjiang this time, and after the on-the-spot investigation, he gained more experience. In addition to the original work, he began to do other research on Liu Pingguo's stone carvings. I didn't write less, and indeed I lost a lot of time to think about it.

This trip gave him more energy for camouflage, which can be regarded as a recharge in another sense.

At least Bai Fan didn't see what was wrong with him, and was even happy that he finally "recovered".

He was "well" and refused Bai Fan to visit him every day. Bai Fan had his own job.

It's not that he's really recovered from his illness, he's fine even when he's working during the day, but when he's free at night, he still thinks about it.Thinking of the disappointment of his parents, worrying about his own future, and even caring about what others think, he would think over and over again about the behavior and words of his colleagues, for fear that his colleagues would say that he was disgusting behind the scenes, and he was afraid to go to the doctor.

Of course, I sometimes think of that person.

At this time, thanks to that friend of Yun Yuanshan.

Yes, this studious little classmate came to ask Mr. Jing on time every day, and Mr. Jing Xian always thought that he was indeed a friend or classmate of his sister.

Every time it is before going to bed, the time is not too long, about half an hour, and then chat for 10 minutes, just to sleep.

This kid from Yunyuan Mountain is very polite and good at talking, Jing Xian quite likes to accept his advice and is happy to guide him.

Today, when talking about Ming-style furniture, "children" said they wanted to see it.

Jing Xian said casually: At the end of this month, the museum's furniture exhibition will end, so you have to come early if you want to see it.

"Children" asked: Is Teacher Jing in charge?

Jing Xian replied: No, I am just helping out, and there may be a lecture in a few days.

"Children" immediately said: Great!When is the specific date?I want to go and listen to it.

Jing Xian also specially dug out his notebook, found a few possible days that he wrote down, told the other party, and said with concern: "I'll tell you when it's settled. If you come over, call me, and I'll take you to the front row." .

The other party hurriedly said: Teacher Jing, please excuse me!Thank you so much!

Jing Xian smiled and typed slowly: kid, you are too polite, you are a friend from afar, this is what I should do.

Ai Qingying, who was called a "little friend", immediately fainted, dizzy, and a little ecstatic.

God knows how much he hates others treating him as a child, but he really likes Jing Xian calling him "little friend"! !

Dizzy and floating, he actually replied with a shy expression.

Jing Xian froze for a moment, smiled and shook his head, he was really a cute child, so he changed the other party's nickname to "little friend".

After saying good night, Jing Xian fell asleep.

Ai Qingying carried her bag and rushed out of the hotel, but was bumped into by Link who came back from the outside, and said strangely: "Why are you going, our dream brother? It's midnight!"

"I'm going back to Shanghai."

They are performing in Suzhou tonight. They have just returned to the hotel. They planned to stay in Suzhou for a few more days. A few friends who have a good relationship and are also in a band happened to get together. Link said: "They all want to see you, you Don't stay?"

"I have something urgent to go back!"

Link grabbed him: "What's your hurry!"

Ai Qingying excitedly said: "I want to go back and find my little koala!"

"What the hell!"

Link watched him run farther and farther. Other teammates heard the sound and came out to look at it. They were also puzzled. Link said "Oh" and said, "He went back to Shanghai to chase his wife."

"God Jing?"

"uh-huh."

Several people burst into laughter, but they all found it interesting. They have formed a band with Ai Qingying for ten years, and some are newcomers. Link and the others have been by Ai Qingying's side from the very beginning.Even so, they don't really know what kind of person Ai Qingying is. You think you can see him clearly, but in fact you don't even know where his family lives, and what he is doing besides the band.

It's not that Ai Qingying does not regard you as a friend, he is honest and trusting enough to his teammates, and his personality is very good.

He is generous and forthright. In a creative band like theirs, there are many conflicts. He always quarrels several times a month. He never takes the airs of the captain and the boss. Everyone admired him.

Link is seven years older than Ai Qingying. When he formed the band, Ai Qingying had just grown up and was about to go to college. From then on, he admired this young man who was much younger than himself but extremely decisive.

But, maybe that's why Cyan is called a dream.

This is not the case with dreams, you think you have touched it, you think you understand it very well, but in fact it hangs so dazzlingly far away in the sky forever, you can only see it, not touch it, let alone see it clearly.

Over the years, there have been too many people chasing Cyan, and I have never seen him really care about anyone.

On the other hand, Ai Qingying treated the little boy well.

Link and his teammates went to drink together shoulder to shoulder, thinking, it depends on whether this King Jing can really capture this dream in the sky!

Jing Xian still doesn't know that there is a bunch of dreams at this time, and he can't wait to tear off the hazy coat on his own initiative, and slowly and slowly approach him.

The next day, he and his colleagues decided on the time for the lecture, and he still remembered the child, so he immediately told the time to him.

The kid told him sorry that the timing was not coincidental.

This is normal, after all, it's not Sunday, so it's okay to miss the time.

Jing Xian didn't worry about it. On the day of the lecture, he arrived at the lecture hall 10 minutes earlier. Most of the people who came to listen to the lecture were cultural relics or history lovers. There were people of all ages, and the hall was full of people.Colleagues helped him debug the equipment, and he turned on the computer and opened the PPT he made to prepare for the lecture.

When the time came, he began to speak.

Although Jing Xian is a serious and indifferent person, he is not good at speaking. In fact, his lectures are very interesting. He quotes classics, can tell some small stories, and makes small jokes. Listening to him speak and give lectures is a very enjoyable thing.

Ai Qingying, who was wearing a hat and mingled in the crowd, came here to observe Jing Xian, and didn't intend to expose it. Now he listened more seriously than many people who came here specially. He looked at the seats a dozen rows away. , Sitting at the main table, without even looking at the manuscript, Jing Xian, who was smiling and talking eloquently, was almost dumbfounded.

So handsome, too sexy, too charming.

No wonder people always say that men who work hard are the most attractive.

This was the first time he saw Jing Xian working seriously, wearing a well-made shirt and tie, but not heavy, carefully matched, with his hands leisurely placed on the table, making gestures from time to time to accompany his words, Occasionally adjusting the height of the microphone by hand, he simply doesn't know how to describe it.

There are only a few thoughts in my heart, I want to kiss, I want to hug, I want to think about that.

Of course, that's what, just think about it, he won't be so hungry and thirsty.

He found that every time he saw Jing Xian, he wanted to possess him more.

The lecture was almost finished, and it was time for questions.

This time I wanted to keep a low profile, and Ai Qingying, who was determined not to reveal himself, immediately raised his hand. His speed was too fast. Jing Xian was drinking water, and his colleagues immediately spotted him, and smiled at him: "The sixth row from the bottom, please, the one wearing the hat." The gentleman asked."

Of course Ai Qingying knew it was impolite to wear a hat indoors, but it was his disguise.

But he was about to ask questions, so he couldn't take care of it anymore. He took the microphone, took off his hat immediately, got up and said with a smile, "Hello, teacher, I have a problem—"

"Pfft——" Jing Xian was drinking water, heard his voice, turned around and saw him, and choked up, "Ahem, ahem!!!"

Everyone else showed concern, and colleagues hurried forward, bending over to pat Jing Xian on the back.

"..." Ai Qingying's smile froze a bit, so he was so scary...

Jing Xian bent down and hid under the table, almost coughing, took the tissue from his colleague to clean himself up, then raised his head again, and said in a normal way: "I'm fine, I choked on my drink." Then, his eyes were obviously cold After a while, he didn't want to look directly at Ai Qingying, and just said, "Please ask."

Ai Qingying's heart went cold again, it seemed that she was really angry with him!

He bit the bullet, and found a question that he specially wrote down in the memo on his phone while listening, and Jing Xian answered it well, which was not at all adequate.It's a pity that on the way to answer, he didn't even glance at him once.

Later, other people asked questions, no matter how Ai Qingying raised his hand, Jing Xian didn't call him by name.

After the lecture was over, Ai Qingying naturally stayed until the end, and when all the people who asked Jing Xian had left, Jing Xian, Jing Xian's colleague, and him were still left in the venue, and Ai Qingying walked in front of Jing Xian.Jing Xian's colleague was a little surprised, and suddenly thought of the incident a few months ago, seeing Ai Qingying staring at Jing Xian closely, even like a wolf, he felt a little cold for no reason.

Looking at Jing Xian again, the colleague suddenly realized, and said softly: "Jing Xian, I'll go out first, call me when you're good, and I'll come in to collect the equipment."

Jing Xian's illness is still not healed at all. I don't understand why my colleague is like this. The colleague has thought of that. If he is really a cat, all the hairs on his body may already be standing on end.He held the pen tightly in his hand, but he had actually forgotten to care about why the person in front of him was here. His mind was full of the same lecture hall at the beginning, and even next door to this lecture hall, that crazy woman rushed up and slandered him. , everyone was shocked and stunned, looking at him like a monster.

The colleague just now may not have any malicious intentions. After all, if there was any malicious intention, he would not get along so well with him.

But his colleague was stunned for a moment and left immediately, which made him extremely panicked.

He also lost the ability to distinguish the meaning of his colleagues, and he couldn't even make himself sober, his mind was surrounded by the strange eyes of his colleagues, and the shrill voice of that woman.

Ai Qingying didn't know this, so she stepped forward flatteringly, and obediently said, "Jing Xian... so you work in a museum!"

Jing Xian lowered his head. He couldn't see Jing Xian's expression, so he pressed closer and said, "I heard that there was a lecture, so I came to see it. I didn't expect to meet you! I miss you, but I don’t have your contact information. Speaking of which, why did you leave without saying goodbye that day? Did something happen at home? We agreed to go see the red panda together.”

Jing Xian whispered: "Stop talking."

He wanted to be quiet by himself.

Ai Qingying's voice became softer: "Are you still angry with me? Is it because I did something wrong? Tell me, you—"

Jing Xian raised his head and said loudly: "I said it! Don't say it!"

Ai Qingying was very shocked, including the night of suicide, he had never seen Jing Xian like this.

It was Jing Xian who was really irritable, anxious, angry and like a trapped animal.

After Jing Xian yelled, his eyes were reddish, he gasped for a while, said "I'm sorry" in a low voice, didn't look at Ai Qingying, picked up the computer and left.

Ai Qingying was the only one left in the lecture hall. When Ai Qingying looked back, Jing Xian's figure fled, but Jing Xian's voice seemed to be still echoing in the hall.

Since childhood, no one has ever dared to treat Ai Qingying like this.

Although the relationship between parents is hard to describe, he is the only child of his parents and the only child in the two families. Although the elders seldom accompany him, they are responsive to him.

He has always been a very charismatic person with a desire to lead. His classmates and friends all admire him and are happy to be led by him.

He has always been the center, he should be angry.

But he found that he was not angry at all.

Because when Jing Xian yelled that sentence just now, through Jing Xian's reddish eyes, through anger, what he saw was Jing Xian's powerlessness, timidity and hesitation.

Jing Xian's "I'm sorry" made him very sad.

What is there to be sorry for, isn't it just yelling at him a few words, he shouldn't have appeared here suddenly, it's because he disturbed Jing Xian's work.

Besides, if yelling at him makes life easier, then stay and yell a few more, what are you running for?

Jing Xian's first appearance, many appearances, had beaten his heart.

But there has never been a time like this time, the relaxed and joyful drumstick instantly turned into a sharp needle, piercing his heart with precision.

It hurts.

How much he wished that Jing Xian could be happier, even if he shed tears, it should be tears of joy and surprise that fascinated him in Heiyingshan Township, among the mountains, beside the river valley, and beside the ancient carved stones.

It should not be tears of sadness and confusion.