wild love theory

57.

San Francisco is much warmer than China.

After Xing Wanghai and Ye Ling went through the customs and took their luggage, they saw Qi Qing wearing oversized sunglasses, covering half of his face, standing chicly at the exit.Sunshine is never absent in California, and sunglasses are naturally an essential standard.Xing Wanghai did as the Romans did, took out sunglasses from his backpack and put them on.

"Is everything going well?" Qi Qing asked while helping the nephew and uncle with their luggage.

Ye Ling stared at the phone without raising his head, and replied perfunctorily, "It's okay."

Qi Qing hugged Xing Wanghai's shoulders, and said excitedly: "My dad got the Lamborghini Veneno factory car exhibited in Geneva in 13, and I will take you for a test drive then!"

Lamborghini Veneno has only four hardtops (one factory car) in the world, which is less than the number of convertibles. It is a superb car that collectors flock to.It took Han Wei a lot of effort to get it into the bag, and Tang Yiqu's help was naturally indispensable.

Qi Qing is also born with a good life. She has an old father who is addicted to cars, so she can take advantage of it for nothing.People have more or less vanity. Since arriving in San Francisco, Qi Qing’s Ins account has posted Han Wei’s collection every day, pretending to be his own. Fans even bought it, blowing all the rainbow farts, and praised him as the male version of the world Fuguihua.

Qi Qing complained to Xing Wanghai again and again, so why not play it differently, for example, his last original song, the latest stage.

Xing Wanghai is not surprised by this.

Everyone has someone to set up, and this kid got out of the circle by relying on the aura of the rich kid.

As soon as the group was launched, Qi Qing was able to get the opening of Mint Chromatography and the endorsement of Victorphone, which is really enviable and jealous. There are also endless gossips, and many marketing accounts ridicule him as the royal family descended from heaven. .The eighth group picked up his life experience, but Tang Yiqu was so prescient that all he threw out was smoke bomb information.In fact, he didn't reach the pinnacle when he debuted. After three original works in a row, he became popular with a TV series theme song.

Qi Qing's group fans are far less than his Wei fans, which is indeed out of balance.The war of words among fans is also particularly exaggerated, and it is often carried by marketing accounts, but there is traffic when it is discussed, so Qi Qing has always been active in the center of the topic.

Qi Qing's black material has never been solidly hammered, and every time he can reverse the direction of the wind, revealing the ulterior motives of the whistleblower, which makes fans love him even more.In fact, if we look carefully at the reasons, one is because it does not conform to the facts, and the other is because he has an awesome/forceful father.

Ye Mi made a reservation at Akiko, which is Xing Wanghai's favorite Japanese restaurant in the Bay Area.Not only the ingredients are fresh, but also the environment is pleasant. The small and exquisite compartments increase the privacy, and the full Japanese flavor also makes dining interesting.

After getting off the car, Xing Wanghai saw Ye Mi standing anxiously at the restaurant door looking around.She was tall, well maintained, cold and proud.When Xing Wanghai didn't speak, he was exactly the same as her. Sure enough, it was an inherited temperament.

"Mom!" Xing Wanghai couldn't wait.

Ye Mi's indifferent face was instantly lit up with a smile, she opened her arms and gave Xing Wanghai a huge hug.

"I can't believe it, I haven't seen you for so long!" she said, looking her son up and down, "Are you losing weight? Are you tired from filming?"

"No, it's your illusion!" Xing Wanghai explained, "Everyone in the camera will be a little fatter, and I am just right, if I am a little fatter, I will look ugly in the photo."

"I know," Ye Mi smiled, rubbing his hair, "You're hungry, go in, I made an appointment with Chef Misaki today, and you can taste her handicraft on the spot."

Misaki is a Michelin three-star chef. He has always tried to bring out the old and bring forth new ideas from ordinary dishes.Ye Mi admires her very much, which means "down-to-earth" in Chinese.

Han Wei and Tang Yiqu were already at the banquet, and this welcome banquet could be regarded as a joy for the whole family.

Xing Wanghai sat down next to Ye Mi.

The waiter brought Unispoons, modified strips and salmon roe, one spoon per person was just right.He took a big sip, and it was extremely sweet, without any fishy smell, and there was no need to use shredded ginger to suppress the taste.

"Is it delicious?" Ye Mi asked with a smile.

Xing Wanghai nodded while chewing, then Ye Mi turned to Ye Ling and asked, "Why didn't you move your chopsticks?"

"Sister," Ye Ling felt aggrieved, "I just got off the plane, so I can't eat raw food."

Ye Mi raised her eyebrows, "You're the only one who is hypocritical... Fortunately, I ordered roasted pork and foie gras rice, which is your favorite."

Ye Ling immediately showed her face and called out "Sister is so nice".

"All right, all right," Ye Mi tapped him on the shoulder, "It's getting old, can you be more serious?"

Qi Qing took the lead and couldn't hold back his laughter—in fact, he had been laughing for quite a while, since he entered the door, he was surrounded by a strong sense of happiness, and the corners of his mouth kept upturned.Every year, what he looks forward to the most is this moment, when he can let go of his identity as an artist and enjoy the most ordinary happiness.

Although the breakup with Xu Huansen hurt him greatly, and he was sad and worried for a long time, but it was "a blessing in disguise".

He had a burst of inspiration, his desire to create was irrepressible, with sharp anger and strong sorrow, he fought fiercely for several days, wrote three demos, and passed them to the arranger teacher for audition and polishing, the other party sent three exclamation points in succession, sure Dao, the annual golden song is about to be born.

Qi Qing felt helpless and funny. It seemed that what Xing Wanghai said was true, and at least half of it was true—creators can find inspiration in feelings.

The feeling of failure can also be a kind of gain.

Really, don't like it easily, unless, you have to.This is the lesson that Qi Qing can sum up.He also wrote this lesson into the lyrics, one day, maybe even the unintentional man can hear it.

Compared with wagyu, Xing Wanghai looks forward to beef tongue more.Gourmets often say that the taste of beef tongue seems to concentrate the beef ten times.Xing Wanghai agrees, he likes fat gravy bursting in his mouth and going on a rampage.His taste is completely different from his seemingly pure-hearted appearance. When it comes to meat, he simply prefers rich and heavy meat.

Chef Misaki came in with the waiter.Everyone in the private room immediately got up, bowed slightly, and greeted her.She folded her hands in front of her and bowed in return. After Misaki introduced the dishes, after everyone tasted them, he politely asked the diners for their impressions.

Qi Qing insisted on saying yes, Han Wei and Tang Yiqu simply affirmed, Ye family siblings also nodded in praise, only Xing Wanghai remained silent.

"What's wrong?" Ye Mi gently bumped Xing Wanghai's elbow, "Not to your liking?"

"No, Mom." Xing Wanghai swallowed the last bite of meat, blinked and said, "It's so delicious, I don't know what to say."

Qi Qing couldn't help it, she crossed the table and patted his shoulder vigorously, unable to suppress her smile, "You are so funny!"

The adults also laughed.

Food and drink men and women, people's great desires exist.Putting eating before desire shows how much happiness food can bring to people.

Xing Wanghai felt that he was too happy, having delicious food, being surrounded by his family, floating on the clouds, it was nothing more than that.A thousand pieces of gold are hard to change, just to describe this moment.

Happiness is always on the go, full of wine and food, and set off to go home.

Qi Qing shared a car with her two fathers, and Xing Wanghai shared a car with Ye's siblings.

Driving to the Golden Gate Bridge, Xing Wanghai lowered the window to let the night wind blow in.

Brilliant lights jumped on the red steel bars, and a few strands leaked down and landed on his face, filling his pupils.He blocked it with his hands.

The monsoon in the Pacific Ocean swept his thoughts across the tip of his hair, and the calm sea was another kind of torment, which became more intense due to distance.

If only he were here too.At this moment, Xing Wanghai thought of Yang Ou again.

He thought, why didn't he realize that he was so greedy before, that besides family affection, he also wanted love, and he didn't want to give up on anything.

He took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge at night, and sent it to Yang Ou.

He wrote: We didn't even arrive at 4 o'clock when we parted, how could it be as long as a century.Today, I ate the food that I can't forget, and I saw my mother who I haven't seen for a long time. I am satisfied and happy, but also a little tired.But at the end of the day, the one who can rekindle my eyes and my heart is you.

He changed the line and added: Brother Ou, only you, only you.

Due to the time difference, Yang Ou read Xing Wanghai's message only the next day.

He was stunned for a moment, feeling unbelievable, and then a burst of excitement surged in his heart, overshadowing everything else.He wished he could print these two passages on the spot and directly mount them on the wall, so that he could observe them anytime and feel the sweetness of love.

But after all, it's just thinking about it, Xing Wanghai is so sincere, his heart is also burning hot.

He looked at the time, it was still night in the United States, so he could only hold back the urge to make a call.

Yang Ou held the phone, his palms were hot and he couldn't calm down.

He typed a lot of words and deleted more words. He always felt that there were thousands of words, but he couldn't find any suitable words to express his love.This kind of self is like falling in love for the first time, as if the previous loves don't count, only this time is experiencing the real "first love".

Xing Wanghai was the most beautiful person he ever got, he didn't dare to ask for more, he didn't know what to do.Like a junior high school boy who is at a loss what to do, when facing the person he likes, he only has a chic surface, but he is still a coward in his heart.

In the end, Yang Ou wrote: Brother, I am the same, next time we meet, let me kiss you well.

How long until the next meeting?

32 days, neither long nor short.But for those who are in love, it is like looking at each other from the wilderness to the sky, and it is difficult to touch them if they want to touch them.

How to get through this time?

Yang Ou didn't know, he had no clue.

Maybe in the days to come, they will have more separations like this, the time will be longer and the distance will be more distant.

Once thinking of this, Yang Ou sighed, it turned out that it was too sweet, and it would make people so disturbed, making people in a dilemma.

He created a new photo album and saved the photos sent by Xing Wanghai, as well as screenshots of the conversation.He wants to record every moment of falling in love.In this way, when he misses him, he can quickly call up the memory and use these moments to comfort him.

He fell on the bed, and had already started to arrange in his mind the opening remarks for the next meeting.

When the time comes, he must hug Xing Wanghai tightly, not only kiss him, but also whisper in his ear, welcome back, I love you, love you.