Ex-boyfriend is writing to me again

Chapter 2

Li Xiaoshan's lazy voice dragged a long tail and rang in his ears: "An Qing, don't you let me go again?"

Jiang Anqing rubbed the tip of her nose, changed into a slightly thicker coat and closed the door with a click, "No, I'm going out now, have you arrived?"

Li Xiaoshan clearly set eight o'clock with himself, but now it's only seven o'clock.

Laughter came from the opposite side, "No, I'll ask because of your 'record', so as not to be released again."

Jiang Anqing also knew his faults, and he didn't refute at the moment. Once he started writing a manuscript, he would write until he was satisfied, and it was difficult to stop halfway.

So facing Li Xiaoshan's 'complaint', Jiang Anqing had no choice but to hum and promise: "It won't happen this time." After hanging up the phone, he sat in the driver's seat, casually threw the computer in the back seat, and Li Xiaoshan Asking myself to meet must also be for the manuscript.

Jiang Anqing and Li Xiaoshan have been friends for more than ten years. When Jiang Anqing embarked on the path of literature, Li Xiaoshan also stepped into half of the entertainment industry. He is currently working in a magazine. He usually interviews some famous people and publishes short stories. After Jiang Anqing's series of trilogy in Lengshui ended, he also contributed several manuscripts to the "Pursuing" magazine where Li Xiaoshan worked. remaining manuscripts in .

At seven o'clock in the night, Ji Yu was pattering and there was no sign of stopping. Jiang Anqing turned on the phone and played the song Mu Tong said uncontrollably with her fingers.

Shen Shucheng's voice was much hoarse than before, as if it contained unspeakable emotions.

Jiang Anqing listened to the whole song as if masochistic, and arrived at the agreed western restaurant without encountering a red light along the way.

The lights on both sides of the street were brightly lit, and pedestrians passed each other with umbrellas. Jiang Anqing took out the key and sat quietly in the empty car for a while. search box.

sanqing

There were no automatically matching words in the search bar, so he selected them word by word.Mu Tong didn't tell him which san and which love, but Jiang Anqing knew.

It is the three of Shenzhou's Sandianshui, and the Qing of Jiang Anqing.

The photo of the four-member band popped up in less than a second, and there are many interview articles and videos below. The information shows that the lead singer and songwriter-Shen Shucheng, the guitarist-Wu Nan, the bassist-Guan Xia, the drummer-Pu Fan Of.

They are all familiar faces.

But at this moment, Jiang Anqing couldn't take his eyes off the man to give others a glimpse. He avoided it for a long time, thinking that he had forgotten Shen Shucheng's appearance, but his memory was laughing at himself without restraint.

It smiled in its mind, look at you, you still can't forget him.

What Jiang Anqing clicked was a short interview. Shen Shucheng was standing at the second position from the left. His face was more mature than before, with sharper edges and corners, and his outline was as sharp as the first time he met Jiang Anqing.

The reporter said with a smile: "Shucheng, your album has achieved extraordinary results this time, but you have spent nearly five years of precipitation in the early stage. How do you feel as the soul of the band after the current fire?"

Shen Shucheng shook the microphone in his hand, and his voice came lazily, "The dream of every band is that the songs written by themselves can be heard by everyone. Many people have even gone through ten or twenty years of hard work. Less than ten years have passed..." He nodded, and the guitarist Guan Xia beside him patted him on the shoulder to encourage him, Shen Shucheng pursed his lips and continued, "So we are still very lucky."

In the following interview, Jiang Anqing didn't listen much. He found that Shen Shucheng's hair was a little longer, and there was an earring on his left ear. The sword is too sharp.

A hoarse, magnetic voice echoed in the car in a low voice.

Jiang Anqing was about to indulge in the past again, but fortunately he held back, obviously he had controlled it well all these years, why did it suddenly start again.He rubbed his already pale cheeks vigorously, then quickly picked up the bag in the back seat and stepped out with the umbrella under his umbrella.

So many years have passed.

It's time to pass.

Jiang Anqing stepped on the slightly rippling shallow water, causing the crazy waves to completely blur the buildings reflected on it.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, the cold rain outside was cut off, and the warm atmosphere suddenly made Jiang Anqing's mood much better.

Li Xiaoshan waved at him, Jiang Anqing sat down and only heard him say with a smile: "I was the one who arrived first."

Jiang Anqing opened the bag and took out a decent manuscript, "Here, it's my late surprise for you."

Li Xiaoshan's eyes lit up, "Damn, An Qing, you can do it. I've been urging you for so long, but you finally wrote it for me!" He took the manuscript and carefully doubled it. He said proudly: "I've ordered the dishes, anyway, your taste has never changed."

Under the soft yellow light of the restaurant, Jiang Anqing, who always looked a little cold, had a gentle brow and eyes, "Thank you."

The two chatted for a while, and the meal came. Li Xiaoshan cut the steak: "By the way, why did you suddenly think of changing your style?"

What he was talking about was Jiang Anqing's writing style, "I don't have any style at all, and occasionally I want to try something new." Jiang Anqing replied without a single pause.

Li Xiaoshan raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Anqing in front of him. Jiang Anqing is good at writing about love, especially at writing those lingering, unreasonable and chaotic loves. He can almost spread everything you imagine in front of you. In fact, Jiang Anqing often writes some travel notes , Just like what he contributed to Li Xiaoshan's "Pursuing" are some travel notes of foreign travel.

But this time he didn't write them.

It is a relatively unpopular configuration of suspense and love.

As for the real reason why he suddenly changed his style, no one knows, Qiu Lan didn't ask, and even Li Xiaoshan couldn't ask.

Jiang Anqing blinked, "You didn't come to me today just because of this manuscript, did you?"

Li Xiaoshan and him have been friends for many years, and Jiang Anqing can tell at a glance whether he is hiding something in his heart, and sure enough, Li Xiaoshan put down the fork helplessly, "Alas, why do you do this every time, am I so obvious? "

Jiang Anqing smiled lightly, "What do you think?"

Li Xiaoshan wiped his mouth, hesitated for a while before speaking, "You also know that we often accept some interviews..."

"Ah."

"Have you read any entertainment reports recently?" Li Xiaoshan hesitated, Jiang Anqing tightened her heart slightly, and her voice drifted out after a few spins, "You know, I don't read those very much."

"Oh, oh." Li Xiaoshan raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, "I'm going to attend an interview the day after tomorrow..." After speaking, both of them were silent for a while.

Li Xiaoshan took a deep breath, looked straight into Jiang Anqing's eyes, and said again: "Interview with Sanqing Band."

Jiang Anqing just wanted to make him stop, but Li Xiaoshan understands the reason why it is difficult to stop when he can't speak, and so does Jiang Anqing.

"Shen Shucheng is coming to Nancheng, and he will arrive early tomorrow morning."

Jiang Anqing said that he couldn't see anything, but Li Xiaoshan couldn't hold back after speaking, "What's your reaction?"

Jiang Anqing didn't raise her head, "Then what reaction should I give?"

Li Xiaoshan was silent, "An Qing...it's been so long."

Li Xiaoshan was one of those people who watched Jiang Anqing and Shen Shucheng together. He knew that they fell in love in high school, how they broke up, and that they had missed each other until now.

Li Xiaoshan couldn't see his brother having regrets: "You haven't talked about a new partner since you graduated, so I don't believe you don't like Brother Cheng anymore."

As soon as Cheng Ge said this title, Jiang Anqing let out a deep breath. Li Xiaoshan wanted to say something, but he saw Jiang Anqing's face.

Jiang Anqing's eyes, which have always been flat and unwavering, are full of strong colors that cannot be melted away, "You also know that it has been so long."

The same sentence, when Li Xiaoshan said it, he was free and unrestrained, but when Jiang Anqing said it, it was irreparable.

Li Xiaoshan couldn't hold back all of a sudden, he clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice,

"I fucking owe you..." He stood up as he spoke, picked up his coat and was about to leave. When he passed by Jiang Anqing, he handed a sign and put it in front of him.

"At eight o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, on the eighth floor of Li'an Hotel, you decide whether to go or not."

After taking a few steps, Li Xiaoshan stopped at the same spot again, "An Qing, this is the first time I mentioned him to you in so many years, if it wasn't for work, I would have lost contact with him, but I really want you both to be happy."

Li Xiaoshan walked out without any hesitation.

Jiang Anqing quietly glanced at the phone screen, and when he turned on the light, Shen Shucheng's figure appeared there.

Jiang Anqing could only watch the subtitles of the interview when the sound was muted. He saw the reporter asking, "Then you have written so many love songs, do you have any regrets? For example, the love in adolescence..." The reporter is trying his best to dig out the new talent in the music scene. Love life.

The subtitles came out little by little.

Shen Shucheng: "No regrets, love in adolescence is short-lived."

The reporter continued: "So can you talk about the tattoo on your collarbone?"

Jiang Anqing clearly knew that it was not the only tattoo on Shen Shucheng's body, but the others could be hidden, except for the tattoo near the collarbone near the neck, which was difficult to hide without wearing a high collar or hiding it intentionally.

I saw Shen Shucheng raised his hand and lightly stroked the tattoo with blue characters.

"I got the tattoo when I was young and ignorant."

Jiang Anqing's fingers trembled slightly, but he breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably. Fortunately, he didn't speak up. He couldn't imagine what he would do if he heard Shen Shucheng say these words...

Just when Jiang Anqing glanced at the progress bar and was about to turn off the video, another line of subtitles below jumped out.

Shen Shucheng: "If I get the tattoo now, it will be on my heart."