SAYE

After the verbal non-disclosure agreement was signed, the two did not speak again.

Gu Fei didn't admit or deny Jiang Cheng's question. After Jiang Cheng came to the "conclusion", he still didn't admit or deny it.

His attitude was a bit vague, but Jiang Cheng felt that enough was enough. His question was originally just a bold probing, like an attack to protect his own secret.

There are so many people in this world who want to hide themselves, and there are so many things that need to be hidden.

Gu Fei opened the window, lit a cigarette, and prepared to continue editing the picture.

After taking two puffs, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand, "Give me one."

"You usually smoke, right?" Gu Fei put the cigarette case in his hand, "Why do you keep asking me for it? What about when I'm not around?"

"It's all smoked," Jiang Cheng lit a cigarette, "I won't smoke if you're not here."

Gu Fei opened the window a little wider.

"It's cold." Jiang Cheng shrank back on the sofa.

"Then go to the kitchen and turn on the hood to smoke." Gu Fei clicked the mouse to enlarge Jiang Cheng's face on the screen.

In fact, he usually doesn't bother to deal with the pictures of clothing and the faces of models, or he just messes with them at the end. In many photos, if he thinks that the face is not taken well, he just cuts it off.

But Jiang Cheng's face is really good, allowing him to let go of the details of his clothes and fix his face first.

The small sofa was next to the table, and Jiang Cheng basically sat face to face with him, and he couldn't see the computer, so he didn't have to worry about Jiang Cheng's embarrassment when he saw him take a photo of a dress before finishing the model's face.

"Gu Fei." Jiang Cheng reached out and flicked the ashtray into the small ashtray on the table.

"Yeah," Gu Fei pushed the ashtray towards his hand, "Have you got your first and last name again?"

"Before when you asked for help, you always tried to get close." Jiang Cheng smiled with a cigarette in his mouth. "Let me ask you a question."

"Ask." Gu Fei stared at the computer screen. In fact, Jiang Cheng's face doesn't have much to repair. The face is beautiful and the skin is in good condition.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the bookcase: "The score I saw last time, was it written by you?"

"Huh?" Gu Fei was stunned for a moment, then he also looked at the bookcase.

"There are a lot of books on composition and various music theories. If you say that you didn't write it," Jiang Cheng said, "it would be too insincere."

Gu Fei laughed, and leaned back in his chair after a while: "Yes, I wrote it."

"It's too unexpected," Jiang Cheng swirled the cup, "It's very nice, even illiterate people can compose music..."

"I'm not illiterate." Gu Fei corrected him.

"A big-time scumbag can also write music." Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Is there a finished product?"

"No." Gu Fei answered very simply.

In fact, there are quite a few finished products, all of which are saved in the computer, but he basically doesn't listen to it, and there is nothing wrong with saying that there is none. The only thing he hears occasionally is the song sung by Ding Zhuxin.

If he wanted to talk about these things, he didn't care whoever they were, he liked to listen to them, but in front of Jiang Cheng, he wasn't very willing to show them off.

He could hum it just by glancing at Jiang Cheng's score, he didn't want to show his timidity.

"Hold on, man," Jiang Cheng reckoned he was bored, and said cheerfully with a cigarette in his mouth, "I'll keep it a secret."

"Keep it secret." Gu Fei smiled, and after hesitating for a while, he clicked on the player, searched for it, and clicked that song to play.

When the guitar sounded, Jiang Cheng leaned back on the sofa. He didn't know how to play the guitar, but he always thought it sounded good. It's just that the things he liked, such as guitars, whistles and wooden flutes, even my mother didn't think they could make it to the stage.

Next came the piano that came in.

No sense.

He listened too much and played too much. After passing the eighth grade of junior high school, he didn't want to touch the piano for a second.

His behavior of not being able to support the wall with mud should make his mother... Shen Yiqing was very disappointed. Later, when relatives and friends came over and asked to listen to him play the piano, Shen Yiqing would always refuse, with disappointment in his eyes.

Be disappointed, let's be disappointed, he doesn't want to play anyway.

The prelude is very good, you can hear what you want to express, full of confusion.

He couldn't help but glanced at Gu Fei, Gu Fei didn't feel like someone who would be in this state.

A female voice hummed in a low voice, and Jiang Cheng immediately recognized the voice.

"Ding Zhuxin?" He looked at Gu Fei with some surprise.

"En." Gu Fei responded, still editing the picture, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help poking his head over to take a look, and saw half of his face, chest, and neckline that had been ripped open.

"Damn it." He quickly sat back on the sofa. The feeling of watching others edit his own photos was really weird. He was obviously looking at himself in the mirror for more than ten years, but it was awkward as if he was peeping at a stranger.

"This shot is really good." Gu Fei looked at him.

"Oh." Jiang Cheng nodded, and lowered his head to take a sip of lemonade in Ding Zhuxin's hoarse and lazy voice.

"As soon as I step in the air, I'm going to fly

I am confused when I go up, and I hear you say that the world is empty when I go down...

You say one, two, three, shatter the past, die

There is a wind blowing, the broken way home, have you seen me singing... you say one, two, three, turn around, you hear the panic of being erased..."

The melody was very confused, and the lyrics were also quite confused, but when Jiang Cheng heard "Did you see me singing", he raised his head and glanced at Gu Fei.

The word "look" made him suddenly find the feeling about "dumbness" that Ding Zhuxin wanted before.

There is a silent repression.

"Who wrote the lyrics?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Guess," Gu Fei stepped on the chair with one leg bent, his chin resting on his knee, and the mouse clicked in his hand, "If you guess right, I'll give you candy."

"You," Jiang Cheng said, "you are the one who wrote the lyrics, right?"

Gu Fei took the jacket thrown aside, grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket and put it on the table in front of him.

"Are you playing in a band with Ding Zhuxin?" Jiang Cheng took a toffee and put it in his mouth, a little surprised.

He didn't understand the lyrics carefully, but he could still capture the delicacy and sensitivity in it. It is really difficult to connect such content with Gu Fei.

He stared at Gu Fei, what kind of heart was this person under his calm appearance?

"No, she just played with me before." Gu Fei said.

"It's quite interesting," Jiang Cheng said, "But you really don't look like you can play these things. I wouldn't be surprised to say that you can play the guitar. Generally speaking, delinquent teenagers can play a few times in order to put on a show." ..."

"I don't know how to play the guitar." Gu Fei said.

"Yo, a delinquent boy who can't play the guitar," Jiang Cheng said, "he's going to be lame when he's picking up girls."

Gu Fei looked at him without saying a word.

"...Oh." Jiang Cheng raised his glass at him.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Gu Fei asked.

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng took a sip of water.

"Talk a lot." Gu Fei said.

Jiang Cheng was silent for a while, then put the cup on the table: "Do you know the girl who just fought with Li Baoguo?"

"I know." Gu Fei replied.

"Is it Li Baoguo's ex-wife?" Jiang Cheng asked, "The one he beat away."

"He beat him away, but it wasn't his ex-wife." Gu Fei lit another cigarette, "It's the incumbent, they didn't divorce."

"...Ah," Jiang Cheng was stunned, leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, "Fuck, this is a fucking mess of rubbish."

"She hasn't been back for a long time, and I haven't seen her once in a few years." Gu Fei said.

This is probably Gu Fei trying to comfort him, this woman usually doesn't appear, not once every few years.

But Jiang Cheng feels that no explanation can save his mood now, no matter how many years she appears once, even if she never appears again in a lifetime, she is still his biological mother.

It's as unbelievable as Li Baoguo, but genuine.

He especially wanted to call Shen Yiqing and ask her why she was so reluctant to adopt a child from such a family.

"Brother Cheng," Gu Fei called out to him, "Come here and I'll tell you."

"What?" Jiang Cheng stood up and walked to his side.

"If you take pictures tomorrow," Gu Fei pointed to the screen, "Pay attention to your arms, you can shrink them a little..."

"Damn it," Jiang Cheng finally realized what he looked like in that windy clothes, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He pointed to the photo, "You can't take it with the speed of editing pictures." work?"

Gu Fei smiled: "No, I retouch pictures very quickly, it's all assembly work..."

"Is this the water still flowing? It has been flowing for such a long time, or this one? Where did the water go?" Jiang Cheng couldn't understand, "This one is a barrier lake, right?"

"I've fixed a bunch of other things, so I'll just show you this one again." Gu Fei said.

"Why do you have to take this one? Don't I have arms in other photos?" Jiang Cheng sighed.

Gu Fei laughed for a long time, and finally sighed: "This one is really good, I guess Boss Ding will use this one as the main item, and maybe he will give you one."

"Get lost," Jiang Cheng said.

"Do you remember what I just told you?" Gu Fei asked.

"Remember," Jiang Cheng took a chair and sat behind him, "Turn your arms back a bit."

"Then I will continue." Gu Fei said.

Jiang Cheng watched him move his mouse back and forth on the various options next to the photo. The photo changed from bright to dark to big and small. After the change, he couldn’t see any difference from the previous one without any comparison. He only knew that Gu Fei is indeed in the "flow process".

Looking at the photos of himself in various poses and expressions tossing back and forth in Gu Fei's hands, he felt that he couldn't look directly at him. He was always worried that there would be some eye feces and nose hairs in such a clear photo...

He got up and sat back on the sofa, and took out the notebook from his schoolbag.

"Don't watch it?" Gu Fei asked without stopping.

"Don't read it," Jiang Cheng said, "Do you still have a table at your house?"

"Doing homework?" Gu Fei turned his head and looked at him.

"Yeah," Jiang Cheng nodded, "There's an exam in a few days, and I have to read books."

Gu Fei still looked at him, stopped his movements, and asked after a long time: "Do you still want to review?"

"Nonsense," Jiang Cheng also stared at him inexplicably, "Aren't you going to study for the exam?"

"Oh." Gu Fei threw away the mouse and stood up, moved the monitor and keyboard on the table aside, unplugged the speaker and put it on the case under the table, cleared half of the table for him and came out.

"Don't you usually have a desk to do your homework?" Jiang Cheng put the books and notebooks on the table.

"I copy it in the store when I have time, and I don't write it if I don't have time." Gu Fei replied.

"... Oh." Jiang Cheng remembered that Gu Fei was a scumbag.

Homework is not something particularly annoying to Jiang Cheng, he can write it anyway, but every time he writes it seriously.

When he was in elementary school, he didn't like doing homework very much, but the discipline at home was very strict, and the consequences of not doing homework were very serious. He gradually developed the habit of writing quickly and seriously, and playing wildly after finishing.

On the contrary, the two twin brothers never made people worry about it.

So genetics are different, genes are genes.

If he was not adopted and grew up beside Li Baoguo, then he would be Li Baoguo and Li Hui.

He sighed softly, withdrew his thoughts and continued with his homework.

He could see Gu Fei's hand holding the mouse in the gap between writing, it was really pretty.

Gu Fei can't play the guitar, but he should be able to play the piano, although he doesn't know how good he is.

Jiang Cheng liked to watch his fingers jump between the keys. This was also the only joy he had when he was practicing the piano. The only motivation to play a piece well was to hope that his fingers would jump more beautifully.

When the homework was almost finished, Gu Fei's hand left the mouse, probably because he had finished processing the photos.

"Have you finished writing?" Gu Fei asked.

"Almost," Jiang Cheng asked while writing, "Do you want to copy?"

"Will you copy it for me?" Gu Fei asked again.

"Is it okay to have a face once in a while?" Jiang Cheng glanced at him.

"Then I won't copy," Gu Fei stretched his waist, "I'm sleepy, you can write first, I'll take a shower."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng responded.

Although doing homework is a very frustrating thing, he still had some not-so-shameful imaginations after Gu Fei walked out of the room.

It's not just for Gu Fei, it's just because of Gu Fei's phrase "take a bath"... After all, he is also a person who has watched a lot of movies. In this atmosphere after exchanging secrets with Gu Fei, these three words The lethality is still very large.

And what made him unbearable was that he managed to calm down with his homework. When Gu Fei entered the room in his pajamas after taking a shower, he immediately turned up again.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"Do you want to wash it?" Gu Fei opened the wardrobe drawer and took out a cardboard box, "I have old pajamas, and unworn underwear..."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng got up quickly, grabbed the paper box, turned and left.

"There are three in it." Gu Fei said behind him.

Jiang Cheng opened the box at the speed of light again and took out one, then threw the box back to him, and then walked out of the room.

If this wasn't at Gu Fei's house, his mother and younger sister were in the house, he really wanted to settle it in the bathroom. There will be toilets where cockroaches and spiders pass by...

After taking a shower full of thoughts, he realized that Gu Fei didn't bring him a towel. After hesitating for a while, he picked up the clothes that had been half-wet by the water, and wiped them indiscriminately.

After putting on his underwear, he found painfully again that he had walked too quickly without grabbing his pajamas.

"I'll fuck it." He picked up the changed clothes, which were already wet, and became even wetter after wiping them.

After struggling for a long time, he made up his mind, gritted his teeth and opened the door of the bathroom. Isn't he just going back to the house in his underwear after taking a shower?What is there to be guilty of?

Even if he is, so is Gu Fei, so what, it's not like if they are both, they have to have a date.

But before he walked out confidently, he saw a set of folded pajamas on the chair by the bathroom door.

Gu Fei, who is used to taking care of people, is sometimes like an angel... He grabbed the clothes and put them on quickly, and he was relieved.

When he pushed open the door of Gu Fei's room, the computer on the desk had already been turned off, and Gu Fei was sitting cross-legged on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

"I..." Jiang Cheng walked towards the sofa with some embarrassment.

"Sleep inside," Gu Fei said without looking up, "Don't sleep on the sofa."

"Why?" Jiang Cheng felt quite strange.

"Gu Miao sleepwalks and sometimes comes in to sleep on the sofa," Gu Fei said, "She will be scared if you occupy her place."

"Is she still sleepwalking?" Jiang Cheng was stunned.

"Not many times, but today you are here, she is very excited, I am a little worried." Gu Fei put down his phone and looked at him.

"Okay." Jiang Cheng originally wanted to say that I would sleep in the living room, but felt that it was too deliberate, so he nodded, "You sleep in it."

"Huh?" Gu Fei didn't understand.

"Your bed," Jiang Cheng pointed to his bed. The bed in Gu Fei's bedroom has a shelf, and the head and the end of the bed are sealed. It's like the Chinese-style bed before, although the design is very fashionable and beautiful. , but still with a strong sense of privacy, "I'll sleep outside."

"Okay," Gu Fei moved inside, and changed the pillow and quilt inside to outside for him.

"Why did you buy such a bed?" Jiang Cheng sat on the side of the bed, "Do you feel safe?"

"Fan Gu Miao," Gu Fei pointed at the foot of the bed, "She sometimes comes in without knocking, and the bed can be seen as soon as she enters the door, and I have to do something on the bed before I have time to clean it up, so I have to lock the door, If she can't open it, she will be angry."

"...Ah." Jiang Cheng couldn't help but look back at him.

Gu Fei looked at him seriously.

"Fuck." Jiang Cheng laughed. Although the topic was a bit silly, thinking about it, he found it really funny.

"It's so tiring to have such a younger sister." Gu Fei also laughed for a while, "I probably did something wrong to her in my previous life."

"No." Jiang Cheng leaned against the head of the bed and pulled the quilt over it, "Actually, it's because you are a good brother."

"Really." Gu Fei lowered his head and continued playing with his phone.

"Well, although you always play mentally handicapped games..." Jiang Cheng glanced at his phone screen, and found that Gu Fei didn't play mentally handicapped love elimination today. He probably lost his mind. "So I have two younger brothers."

"Two?" Gu Fei turned his head in surprise.

"Well, twins, two years younger than me," Jiang Cheng put a pillow behind his back, "I get annoyed when I see them, and they get annoyed when they see me, and I haven't spoken to them for a long time before coming here... "

"The personality is different." Gu Fei said.

"Well, the whole family has a personality different from mine." Jiang Cheng said.

Both of them were silent and stopped talking.

But at this moment, the silence in the room didn't make Jiang Cheng feel embarrassed any more. After he was stunned for a while, he took his mobile phone and started chatting with Pan Zhi.

-Grandpa, do you remember Huang Hui from Class 117?

-You finally can't help but want to do it?

-No, I want to say that she fucked up with Liang Zhiyong, I want to cry now

- just get started, you still have a chance, get involved

-I think so too, I'm considering who is more likely to succeed in hooking up with them

Jiang Cheng played with the phone for a long time, Gu Fei turned his head and glanced at him.

"My buddy," Jiang Cheng said happily, "broke up early."

"Is it the one who went to the gym with you during the winter vacation?" Gu Fei asked.

"Yeah," Jiang Cheng nodded, smiled after thinking about it, "it's that grandson."

After the music was over, there was another silence, and the two continued to play with their mobile phones. Although Jiang Cheng felt that this posture of leaning against the head of the bed together at first would make him unable to move even an inch, he did not expect that this moment would be the happiest he has seen in a long time. A comfortable "before falling asleep".

After playing for a while, Gu Fei laughed lightly.

Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at him, and he handed over the phone: "Have you read the Post Bar these two days?"

"I didn't care about it," Jiang Cheng took the phone, "Are we discussing the competition?"

"Yeah." Gu Fei smiled and nodded.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the screen. The post bar at No. [-] Middle School was quite lively, and there were quite a lot of clicks and replies on the post. He glanced at the title.

· Dafei, my male god, is so handsome that he can suffocate

·this!Little guy!who!Ask for details!

·Who said that if the weak chicken from class 8 comes out, I promise to kill him! ! !

·Handsome guy takes off his pants, many pictures, traffic party cautious

·Weak question, is there anyone here to discuss tactics...

He smiled, feeling that the style of reading the title, the people in the fourth middle school became much cuter than usual: "Have you posted back yet?"

"Of course I will." Gu Fei said.

"What's the ID?" Jiang Cheng asked while turning his head.

"Fancy handsome." Gu Fei said.

Jiang Cheng choked, and coughed for a while before turning around: "Fuck?"

"Secret it," Gu Fei said, "No one knows it's me."

"You have to keep it a secret, the little rabbit is good enough to blame Gu Miao," Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue twice, "If this ID is discovered, your aloof persona will collapse in an instant."

Gu Fei smiled and didn't speak.

·It’s not that I look at Renji with rotten eyes, but who and who are really a little...understandable

Jiang Cheng's fingers trembled when he turned to this item, and the small picture under the title could tell at a glance that it was him and Gu Fei.

...the Post Bar is horrible.