He Rijun coming again

After Feng Qingzhu got the phone, he never returned it to Han Qianshan.

He thought that Luo Zhiwen's song was related to Feng Huaxueyue, but he never expected that Luo Zhiwen's song was actually related to the memory he least wanted to touch.

Feng Qingzhu didn't dare to think, whether his Ah Wen had memories of the past, or the pain he suffered in his previous life was so deep that all the lyrics were related to flames.

Either way, he couldn't bear it.

"Brother Feng?" Han Qianshan didn't dare to take the phone back, and asked tremblingly, "Is the song not good?"

How could it not sound good?Han Qianshan murmured in his heart.

This is the hottest song of the WZH group. When it was first released, it occupied the charts of all music websites. The WZH group also won several important awards with this song.

But when Feng Qingzhu raised his head again, his eyes were bloodshot.

Han Qianshan was taken aback: "Brother Feng, if you don't like to listen to it, we won't listen to it. I'll find you "Ode to Joy". We won't... we won't do this for a song!"

Feng Qingzhu didn't return the phone to Han Qianshan, but repeated the song endlessly until a call came in.

Coincidentally, it was Luo Zhiwen who called Han Qianshan.

"Hello." Feng Qingzhu accepted it straightforwardly.

Luo Zhiwen on the other end of the phone paused, and asked suspiciously, "Why is Han Qianshan's cell phone with you?"

"We happened to be talking about something with him." Feng Qingzhu asked back, "You... looking for him?"

There are actually many things Feng Qingzhu wants to ask.

For example: Why don't you call me directly, but call Han Qianshan.

For example: In your heart, is Han Qianshan more reliable than me?

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them all back, because Feng Qingzhu knew that he was not qualified to ask.

When he left Luo Zhiwen alone in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he lost the qualification to question him.

Everything he has suffered now deserves it.

Luo Zhiwen didn't hear the cautiousness in Feng Qingzhu's tone, and said bluntly: "I'm not looking for him, I'm looking for you."

Feng Qingzhu's heartbeat was slightly disturbed for a while, and he forced himself to be calm: "What do you want from me?"

Luo Zhiwen, who was standing with his hips in the living room, rolled his eyes towards the air: "I should ask you this... Brother Feng, it was you who said that you wanted to see me at night. It's almost six o'clock, where are you?"

Feng Qingzhu suddenly raised his head, looked at the gloomy sky, secretly annoyed: he actually forgot to have dinner with Luo Zhiwen at night.

Feng Qingzhu collected himself, held the phone, and said, "I'm already on my way back, wait for me a little longer."

"I'm hungry." Luo Zhiwen believed it, and went to the refrigerator to have a look, "Let's cook a bowl of noodles first, do you have any objection?"

"it is good."

"Cook a bowl for you?"

"En." Feng Qingzhu's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and said softly, "Thank you."

Luo Zhiwen just thought it was funny: "It's just a bowl of noodles, you don't need to thank me...Okay, hang up."

Luo Zhiwen hung up the phone, found two fresh tomatoes from the refrigerator, and found the leftover eggs from the supermarket last time, and cooked a bowl of tomato and egg noodles first, in case Feng Qingzhu would be late when he came back. , the other bowl was not put into the pot immediately.

While eating, he checked Weibo.

The incident caused by Dipper has not subsided at all, but has a tendency to intensify.

Water can carry a boat and it can overturn it.

Fans who once liked Dipper hated it unambiguously. Not only did they capture the Weibo comment area, but they even reposted it with overwhelming abuse.

The other protagonist of the story, Luo Zhiwen, was forgotten instead.

Luo Zhiwen admired the grand occasion on Weibo with relish, and remembered what Dipper said, feeling a sense of revenge.

He didn't fully envelop Qingzhu's words, but he didn't like the way Dipper spoke to him even more.

In Luo Zhiwen's eyes, this star who is deeply loved by fans is a poisonous snake with a red letter.

Even though Dipper said a lot of things that Feng Qingzhu would never say to him, Luo Zhiwen still psychologically rejects any contact with him.

Probably the atmosphere is not harmonious.

Luo Zhiwen put down the phone, hugged the bowl, picked out all the eggs in the bowl and ate them, then turned on the TV to pass the time.

What was shown on the TV was actually a video of an interview with Feng Qingzhu a long time ago.

Luo Zhiwen glanced at the time of the interview, and found that the interview happened a week before he married Feng Qingzhu.

Feng Qingzhu looks the same as now, the only difference is probably that his eyes are a little clearer than now, right?

The host asked: Mr. Feng, do you have any wedding plans?

Feng Qingzhu answered: Yes.

Host: Mr. Feng is so sure, is it because a good thing is coming?

Feng Qingzhu shook his head: No.

Moderator: Can you talk about it?

Feng Qingzhu: I just know that there is such a person who is worth waiting for all my life.

Luo Zhiwen's hand holding the cushion tightened unconsciously, and his fingers slid back and forth on the soft fabric.

Waiting for a lifetime...

Why didn't he see this interview sooner?

If he had seen it, he would not have been determined to marry into the Feng family.

Luo Zhiwen rubbed his hair with a wry smile, heard footsteps outside the door, knew that Feng Qingzhu had come back, so he turned off the TV, and walked over: "Will you come down now?"

Feng Qingzhu raised his head, against the light, he couldn't see clearly Luo Zhiwen's expression, but he listened to the song all afternoon, so he lowered his head in panic, not daring to look at him: "Well, good."

Luo Zhiwen didn't doubt that he was there, turned around and walked into the kitchen. After a while, there was the sound of chopping vegetables behind the door.

"Ah Wen..." Feng Qingzhu put on his slippers, walked over following the sound, and said tentatively, "I listened to the song you wrote."

"Which one?" Luo Zhiwen asked without raising his head, with a slight shame in his heart.

In his opinion, "Zhao" who writes songs and himself, Feng Qingzhu's ex-husband, are two completely different individuals.

He has always distinguished work matters from reality, otherwise he would not have been working behind the scenes.

Feng Qingzhu stared at Luo Zhiwen's back, the lamp in the kitchen cast a gentle and clear halo on his shoulders.

Ah Wen, how much do you know about the past life?

Feng Qingzhu was so nervous that his palms were sweating, he hesitated and said, "Ah Wen, can you tell me... When you write a song, where did your inspiration come from?"

——Kangdang.

The spatula in Luo Zhiwen's hand accidentally fell to the ground, making a loud noise.