Ex-boyfriend is writing to me again

Chapter 19

Jiang Anqing: [offline file sent]

Jiang Anqing: 【This is a new ending, please accept it. 】

Cold Water-Editor-Mu Tong: [Mr. An, I didn't expect to write it so soon?The editor-in-chief and I will read it and give you an answer as soon as possible. 】

Cold Water-Editor-Mu Tong: [Received file]

Cold Water-Editor-Mu Tong: [Teacher An has worked hard, the cat hugs his head JPG]

Jiang Anqing pressed the keyboard to send a thank you and then turned off the computer.

Li Xiaoshan put the hot porridge and vegetarian dishes on the dining table, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Jiang Anqing walking out of the bedroom.

Li Xiaoshan was afraid for a while, and he couldn't help stammering a few words when he spoke, "An, An Qing, when did you wake up? Why are you walking so silently?"

Jiang Anqing walked to the bathroom, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I can't sleep, I changed Zuo Dao's ending."

Li Xiaoshan was puzzled: "Zuo Dao?" After asking, he slapped his head, "Is it your new book? It's been finalized so soon? It's all written to the end."

When Li Xiaoshan set his chopsticks, Jiang Anqing was walking to the dining table. He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and said with a joke: "It's still far from the final draft, don't you know Qiu Lan? I have been holding on to my ending."

"Hehe." Li Xiaoshan saw that this person's eyes were no longer swollen, his speech was no longer hoarse, and he was able to make jokes about himself.

Li Xiaoshan sat across from Jiang Anqing and shook his head, "I only listen to gossip, the relationship between me and Qiu Lan is not as good as that between you and her." He picked up the bowl of porridge and put it down in front of Jiang Anqing, "Besides, just your current name Head, Qiu Lan dares to hold on to your ending?"

There was a smile in Jiang Anqing's eyes, perhaps because of the power of the medicine, a trace of frustration in his heart was slowly rubbed away and dissipated.

Li Xiaoshan watched Jiang Anqing pick up the spoon and put the porridge into his mouth.

"How is it?" Li Xiaoshan's question was rather urgent.

He was worried that if Jiang Anqing could eat the porridge, it was Shen Shucheng who made it, but also worried that if Jiang Anqing could not eat it, it was Shen Shucheng who made it.

After turning over and over again, there is always someone who feels sad.

"good to eat."

It was a flat and unmistakable answer.

Jiang Anqing picked up another bean sprouts mixed with chopsticks. Seeing Li Xiaoshan's hesitant expression, he raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter? It's okay to say that your cooking is delicious?"

Li Xiaoshan came back to his senses, fearing that Jiang Anqing would find something was wrong, he immediately waved his hands and explained: "If it's anywhere, it's good to eat."

Jiang Anqing didn't recognize it?

That's right, after all, he and Shen Shucheng didn't have much need to cook and eat together when they were in high school, so it's reasonable that they couldn't taste it.

The only thing to blame is the superficial fate and deep entanglement between Jiang Anqing and Shen Shucheng, engraved in the bottom of my heart.

Even Li Xiaoshan unconsciously thought that as long as Shen Shucheng said and did it, Jiang Anqing would remember it clearly.

It turns out that the person imprisoned by memories is not only Jiang Anqing, but also Li Xiaoshan himself.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Anqing asked.

Li Xiaoshan smiled in relief, "I didn't think about anything."

Jiang Anqing nodded, and Li Xiaoshan cleared his throat after thinking it through: "Although Zuo Dao hasn't finalized the draft yet, it's not long before the ending, right?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Anqing put down his chopsticks, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just thought that your last travel note was written a year ago, and you don't want to write a new one?" Li Xiaoshan said, "Give 'Xun Xun' some food too? Teacher An?"

What is Li Xiaoshan thinking in his heart, can Jiang Anqing not know?

He said he was writing for Xun Xun, but Xun Xun is rooted in the entertainment industry, usually there is no time for a bunch of people to rush to write, so there is no need for Li Xiaoshan to bother to ask Jiang Anqing.

In the end, he just wanted to leave Nancheng and go out to relax.

Jiang Anqing didn't agree immediately, but she didn't refuse immediately either.

"let me see."

Li Xiaoshan knew that this was an opportunity, and he tapped the table with his finger, which seemed to be urging.

"I heard that there is an auction in Berlin these days, and the original handwritten manuscript of Mr. Cheng Mu will be sold."

When Jiang Anqing heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Really?"

Li Xiaoshan smiled and leaned against the back of the chair, "Of course, do you want to go?"

"When?" Jiang Anqing asked.

"Monday." Li Xiaoshan replied.

Jiang Anqing thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that there was a high school reunion on Monday, and Pu Fanzhi had sent her a message...

"Did you do it on purpose?" Jiang Anqing pointed out directly.

Li Xiaoshan hissed a few times, without the slightest bit of embarrassment on his face, he just asked, "Do you want to go?"

Jiang Anqing's silence gave Li Xiaoshan an answer.

After a long while, Li Xiaoshan clicked his tongue a few times as if admitting defeat, and said in a heartless voice: "The auction will be held on Sunday, Monday and two days, and Mr. Cheng Mu's original manuscript will probably be available on Sunday."

Hearing this, Jiang Anqing nodded in satisfaction, "Then let's go."

Li Xiaoshan: "..."

"You are better behaved when you have a cold." Li Xiaoshan shook his head and concluded, with a disgusted expression on his face.

"Thanks to you, I'm cured." Jiang Anqing replied calmly.

Li Xiaoshan sighed as if deflated and raised his hands in surrender.

"Do you want the leftover porridge? Let's take it out and throw it away when I leave later." Li Xiaoshan didn't pay attention to Jiang Anqing's expression when he said it, and got up to serve the porridge bowl.

Jiang Anqing quickly and lightly pressed the edge of the bowl with little strength, but the meaning of refusal was very obvious.

"No need." Jiang Anqing said.

Li Xiaoshan didn't turn his attention for a moment, he just said in a daze: "Don't you always save leftovers?"

Every time Jiang Anqing finished his meal, no matter how much food was left, he had to throw it out together. This behavior was once strongly condemned by Li Xiaoshan as a small envoy of thrift.

Li Xiaoshan's hand still wanted to grab the bowl, but Jiang Anqing's fingers held it down with a more suppressed posture.

In a blink of an eye, Li Xiaoshan quickly realized why Jiang Anqing was behaving abnormally.

He took his hand back and stood where he was, a little afraid to speak or look at Jiang Anqing.

After a few seconds, Li Xiaoshan heard Jiang Anqing put the remaining porridge into the crisper and closed the lid.

Li Xiaoshan heaved a sigh of relief when Jiang Anqing got up and put the porridge in the refrigerator.

But in the next second, Li Xiaoshan heard Jiang Anqing's voice behind him.

"The next time you bring someone in like this without my consent, I'll send your porn to Moments."

For a moment, Li Xiaoshan didn't know whether he should be afraid of Jiang Anqing knowing that he had brought Shen Shucheng in, or whether he should be afraid of Jiang Anqing's ridiculous threat.

"What are you..." Before Li Xiaoshan could finish his sentence, Jiang Anqing said, "The picture of you playing in the mud with your bare butt when you were young, my aunt sent it to me during the Chinese New Year."

"Ah? Why did she send you that kind of photo?" After Li Xiaoshan finished speaking, he knew that he had been surrounded by Jiang Anqing. He clearly wanted to ask when Jiang Anqing knew that he had brought Shen Shucheng in.

But it seemed that Jiang Anqing didn't want to talk about it.

Clothes and coats were placed where Li Xiaoshan could get them easily.

"Remember to take the trash with you when you go out," Jiang Anqing said.

"Oh."

Since Jiang Anqing didn't want to talk about it, Li Xiaoshan never pushed others, so he walked out of the apartment with his bag.

After walking a few steps, Li Xiaoshan clearly saw the bean sprouts and vegetables in the garbage bag.

"Jiang, An, Qing!" Li Xiaoshan really couldn't laugh or cry, he turned around and shouted at the apartment: "Why should the cold dishes I made be thrown into the trash can?"

A few seconds later, Li Xiaoshan heard Jiang Anqing reply from the open window in the distance.

"I don't eat leftovers!"

Li Xiaoshan: "..."

Ah, damn Jiang Anqing, what a brat.

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The overhead lights in the pale conference room were on, and the white cloth was put down in front of the conference table, and the underground performance video of the Sanqing Band was continuously playing.

Shen Shucheng was sweating and singing dumb.

Vermilion nails tapped the conference table lightly, and Su Ho said, "The above is my plan for you in the next few months."

Pu Fanzhi, Guan Xia and Wu Nan were sitting on the left side of the conference table, and Shen Shucheng was sitting on the right side.

Standing by the conference table was Su Ho who had just spoken, and a middle-aged bald man was sitting at the main seat.

"What do you guys think? Su Da's agent is the top in the industry. Her team will run the Sanqing band, which will make you more popular and have more fans than now." The man giggled. , looking at Shen Shucheng and the others as if they were looking at golden gold coins.

Pu Fanzhi frowned tightly, and was the first to put forward his opinion: "I have a question, then the copyright of the songs that Brother Cheng will write in the future can't be directly owned by him, right?"

"This..." The man wanted to speak but was held down by Su Ho's hand.

Su Ho smiled lightly, the woman had long chestnut brown hair hanging on her chest, her mouth was very sharp.

"There is no way in the industry. Your copyrights have to belong to the company before we can invest money into the studio to help you make albums and operate them."

"But..." Pu Fanzhi wanted to speak but was pulled by Guan Xia's sleeves beside him.

Pu Fanzhi followed Guan Xia's line of sight and looked at Shen Shucheng opposite.

I saw Shen Shucheng's face was very calm, even calmer than usual.

This is too unusual, Shen Shucheng is a man covered in thorns, and after meeting Jiang Anqing that day, the inappropriate thorns on his body stood up even more.

But now, Shen Shucheng is different from before.

But no matter how different it is, I can't sign this skinny contract, Pu Fanzhi shouted in his heart.

"Sorry." Shen Shucheng said.

Su Ho and the man sitting in the main seat frowned.

"We will not sign this contract." Shen Shucheng concluded.

Shen Shucheng's words fell like a final word, and the three of Sanqing were slightly relieved.

Su Ho managed to maintain the smile on his face, "You can't speak so deadly, let alone can you represent the other three people?" With a glimmer of hope, Su Ho looked at Pu Fanzhi, Guan Xia and Wu Nan on the other side .

But who knows, all three of them pushed the contract in front of them together.

"Sorry, I don't want to sign." Pu Fanzhi said.

"I don't want to sign either, I'm sorry, miss." Guan Xia smiled with her arms around her neck.

Wu Nan glanced at Shen Shucheng, "I listen to Brother Cheng, if Brother Cheng doesn't sign, I won't sign either."

With a slap, the man's palm slapped on the conference table, this time he ignored Su Ho, and scolded directly: "What do you think you are, I have already given the big face to sign a contract with you, copyright? The man sneered and said, "Copyrights are nothing. Do you think an underground band like yours can still hold their own copyrights in the entertainment industry?"

"It's a step backward for me to give you this price. I advise you to be more sensible!"

Su Ho smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to scold the bald man in his heart.

With a crash, Shen Shucheng got up, and the chair behind him fell to the ground with a thud.

"Knowledge?" Shen Shucheng raised his eyebrows, "Sanqing was able to walk from the ground to the ground because we never knew each other."

"What's more, what kind of thing are you to me?" Shen Shucheng stared at the man with sharp eyes, the hunting eyes like a beast out of the cage made the man and Su Ho tremble unconsciously.

After finishing speaking, Shen Shucheng kicked away the chair blocking him, walked to the door of the meeting room and opened the door, turned his head to Pu Fan and the others.

"Walk."

The author has something to say: I wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day~