Ex-boyfriend is writing to me again

Chapter 51

#Jiang Anqing Kiss#

Jiang Anqing's red hickey, which was wrapped in a scarf but not completely covered up, was posted on Weibo.The man got out of the car in a hurry, and the shooting angle looked like a paparazzi.

The scene where Shen Shucheng and Jiang Anqing defended each other at the press conference caused a huge storm in the entire entertainment circle.

Taking advantage of this wave of popularity, Sanqing's popularity broke through another level, but just when everyone felt that they had to seize the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot, the two played the trick of disappearing.

Shen Shucheng hid in the recording studio under the pretext of composing a new song, while Jiang Anqing was not in the entertainment industry, and no photos appeared for ten days and a half months after the signing event.

Just when fans from all walks of life were waiting to be fed, Jiang Anqing appeared in the public eye again with a hickey, and with a blurry picture, he became a trending search.

The media also tried to interview Jiang Anqing many times, but they were all declined without exception. Jiang Anqing used to be alienated and indifferent, but Jiang Anqing, who is now in the period of passionate love, is still indifferent.

Wang Qi leaned against the recording desk and asked the man inside into the microphone.

"You really don't want to do this interview?" Wang Qi flipped through the information and sighed, "This media is quite famous."

Before Shen Shucheng in the recording studio opened his mouth, Guan Xia on the side frowned and said, "Sister Wang, that media company obviously came here with an attitude of digging for material. Let's concentrate on making music." After speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Shen Shucheng, Aura's eyes are smiling.

Pu Fanzhi rubbed his head and said with a smile, "So smart? Can you see it?"

Although Sanqing has popular songs, after all, he has only become famous for a short time and his foundation is not stable enough.But this time for the new album, all three of them have great confidence.

Shen Shucheng patted the microphone, "Don't answer it, just push it."

Guan Xia and Pu Fanzhi looked at each other, and they really meant it.

Hearing the laughter of the two, Shen Shucheng turned sideways and sighed helplessly, "What's the matter?"

The black hair of the man in front of him has been cut short again, his eyebrows are still sharp but not sharp anymore, the former Shen Shucheng was so aggressive that others dare not talk to him, but the current Shen Shucheng is still indifferent but it can be seen that he is just not talkative .

This change is not a star and a half.

For Guan Xia and Pufan who get along day and night, the world is turned upside down.

"Brother Cheng is not loyal enough, and An Qing is not loyal enough, you both have made it public and why don't you invite us to dinner?" Guan Xia asked with a hippie smile.

Pu Fanzhi pinched Guan Xia's face: "Hasn't the good boy been observing all the time? Why didn't you notice anything?"

Guan Xia patted Pu Fanzhi's hand away and said, "I see it!"

Shen Shucheng flicked the microphone cable in his hand, raised his eyebrows, "Tell me, what do you see?"

As soon as Shen Shucheng opened his mouth, Guan Xia was stunned for a second before he smiled and said: "It can be seen that you and An Qing have something wrong with each other."

Are they harboring ill intentions with each other?

Guan Xia didn't understand why Shen Shucheng's face instantly softened, and she asked stupidly, until Pu Fanzhi coughed and said, "Continue to rehearse."

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Jiang Anqing stepped on the white snow, and there was a crisp sound under his feet.

On the eve of New Year's Eve, there is a lively New Year atmosphere around, full of joy.

Jiang Qi still had a smile on his face when he opened the door, but when he saw that it was Jiang Anqing who came, he withdrew that faint smile, his brows and eyes serious and solemn changed back to the father Jiang Anqing was familiar with in his memory.

Jiang Qi blocked the door, still holding the doorknob, he didn't move aside or close the door with a cold face.

Over the years, Jiang Qi had a lot of gray hair on his temples. Jiang Anqing felt his heart soften when he saw the wrinkles all over his forehead. Just when he was about to call Dad, he heard the sound of children playing and a strange woman coming from the room. Soft and smiling words: "Come here strong, what are you running to the door, it's cold over there..."

Jiang Anqing took back the words that were almost on his lips.

The woman's question came: "Jiang Qi, who is here?"

The sound of slippers stepping on the floor sounded, and Jiang Qiyi frowned at Jiang Anqing and asked, "What are you doing here?"

I haven't seen each other for many years. It turns out that this is a father's question to his child. What are you doing here?

When Jiang Anqing spoke, that woman happened to be standing behind Jiang Qi.

"Take back my letter." Jiang Anqing said.

The woman rubbed her hands, looked at Jiang Anqing with hesitation, and smiled kindly, "You are An Qing, right? I always hear your father talking about you, come in soon after Chinese New Year, it's so cold outside." The woman stood in front of her and spoke Only then did Jiang Anqing clearly hear the traces of dialect mixed in her tone.

Jiang Qi's face was expressionless, but he finally turned sideways.

Jiang Anqing didn't have the slightest trace of familiarity with this place, and could only regard it as Jiang Qixin's home.

When the woman finished setting up the fruit platter and returned to the kitchen to get busy, Jiang Anqing said calmly: "I won't bother you much, just take the letter and leave."

The corners of Jiang Qi's mouth and brows twitched for a moment, suppressing the anger in his heart, he calmed down and said, "Do you really want to come over to embarrass me when it's New Year's Eve?" He grabbed the phone beside him and poked the screen vigorously, " You and that kid are together again? I see your news twice in three days, it's really embarrassing to me! Do you know what people think of me when I go out now?"

If it was before, Jiang Anqing would quarrel with Jiang Qi if he couldn't hear a word of these words, but now it's different.

So Jiang Anqing just repeated blankly to Jiang Qi: "Where did you put my letter?"

Jiang Qi held his breath in his chest, and waved his hands wildly: "It's already said to be burned! Why did you come to me with that thing?"

Jiang Qi's roar was too loud, and there was the sound of breaking dishes from the kitchen, and the little boy who was quietly playing with the toy car looked at him with his mouth pursed, wanting to cry or not.

The boy's tears rolled in his eyes, but he tried not to cry.

When Jiang Anqing saw his appearance, he felt very familiar, and he seemed to be like this when he was a child.

Sure enough, Jiang Anqing heard Jiang Qi shouting in the next second: "Why are you crying, hold back for me, men are not allowed to cry!"

The toy car in the boy's hand was thrown to the ground. He sobbed a few times and looked at Jiang Anqing cautiously. After a few seconds, he dragged his calves and ran to the kitchen, thinking about his mother.

Jiang Anqing's heart throbbed, and the expression on his face became more and more indifferent.

There was a stalemate between the father and the son for a long time, but the woman came out to resolve the siege, she still had a kind smile on her face, "Your father is nostalgic, and always likes to pick up some old things, and put them upstairs, son, go find them. "

Jiang Qi frowned when he heard that, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Anqing originally thought that this woman would quarrel with Jiang Qi, but she didn't expect that the expression on the woman's face did not change, and she said softly, "The children who are older than Chinese New Year are here to see you, don't be so angry."

When Jiang Anqing got up from the sofa, he glanced more at the boy hiding behind the woman's legs, but it was only one glance before he turned and walked up to the attic.

The attic door was unlocked, and Jiang Anqing pushed it open.

There is no dust inside, it is cleaned, and it looks like people often come in.

In the boxy attic, there is only one small window facing Yunding, and there are long cabinets with glass doors around it, and many awards and trophies are placed on the table.

Jiang Anqing took a casual glance and found that the names of the winners were all Jiang Ziqiang, who should be the child from just now.

In almost a second, Jiang Anqing imagined the life of this child in the first 20 years in his mind, with oppressive oppression and crazy burdens.

A father like Jiang Qi is selfish, indifferent, unreasonable, and has too much face.

Jiang Anqing moved his steps while thinking, until another long cabinet appeared in front of him.

There are still densely packed trophies and red certificates, and even gold medals from the minor games, but the difference from before is that the names of the winners are all written, Jiang Anqing.

Jiang Anqing paused, but didn't stop.

When he turned his head, he saw another carton.

Jiang Anqing's hands trembling beside him, he walked over and opened the half-covered cardboard box, as if he had opened the other side of selfish Jiang Qi for himself.

A broken alarm clock, dirty sneakers, movie star posters that I liked in junior high and then hated, 15-year-old birthday presents, and the first suit for the coming-of-age ceremony.

They are all old things that I throw away.

Jiang Anqing only took a quick glance and didn't dare to take a closer look.

In the memory, the father who held himself on the neck seemed to appear with the cardboard box for a second, and then was covered by Jiang Anqing forcefully.

After taking a few deep breaths, Jiang Anqing found Shen Shucheng's letter.

Jiang Anqing once thought that maybe the letter was really burned by Jiang Qi, and she couldn't find it anymore. The best result would be that the letter was randomly thrown by Jiang Qi somewhere.

But what Jiang Anqing didn't expect was that the letters wrapped in Shen Shucheng's heart and soul were placed firmly in the bookcase, one by one, like the dominoes played when he was a child, standing upright.

There were not many letters sent to Jiang Qi before, but there were dozens of them. Jiang Anqing opened the bookcase and put them all in his bag.

When going downstairs, Jiang Anqing heard Jiang Qi's voice.

"I said, what about a man?"

Jiang Ziqiang's childlike soft voice said word by word: "No, can, cry."

"Yes, but did you cry yourself just now?"

"No."

Jiang Qi's laughter came, "So Dad wants to reward you and satisfy you with everything you want!"

"Really?!"

Jiang Anqing went downstairs with the bag, and the woman saw him as soon as she turned her head, and said with a smile, "Let's have dinner together tonight?"

With Jiang Qi turned away, Jiang Anqing couldn't see his face clearly, so he just nodded and smiled politely at the woman: "Thank you, auntie, but I still have things to do, so I won't bother you."

The woman followed Jiang Anqing to the door, saying do not disturb.

Jiang Qi stopped stroking Jiang Ziqiang's head, and just as Jiang Anqing opened the door, a child's innocent voice came.

"elder brother……"

Jiang Anqing's footsteps stopped.

"Brother won't you stay for dinner?"

Jiang Anqing looked back, and what he saw was Jiang Qi's back as a stern father.

Jiang Anqing smiled at the child, "There are people at my brother's house who are waiting for me to eat, so I won't stay."

Jiang Ziqiang bit his finger and asked, "Are you also a family member like mom and dad?"

Before Jiang Anqing could answer, Jiang Qi first pinched the child's face, "What are you asking, you are still young and don't understand."

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Anqing heard Jiang Qi say, "Eat well, your stomach is sick."

Jiang Anqing believes that he is not a person who does not hold grudges, nor is he a person who is easy to soften his heart.

But at this moment, those things about Jiang Qi are still unavoidably erased a little bit.

"The letter..." Jiang Anqing took a deep breath and continued, "Thank you, Dad."

Jiang Qi's back stood at attention and was silent for a long time in Jiang Anqing's sight.

After a long time, the cold wind blowing into the room from behind, Jiang Anqing saw the man raised his hand and waved it.

"Dad did wrong in many things in the past."

"From now on, live a good life with your lover."

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