Since returning together that night of the dinner, Zhang Yang has never seen Lin Yiran again.

I often chat on weekdays and don’t think I’m going to see you again soon. After a rough calculation, Zhang Yang realized that the two had not met for 51 days.

Thinking that he would see her when he went to Teacher Mei's house tomorrow afternoon, Zhang Yang felt a little nervous, a little expectant, a little excited... and worried.

Couldn't her parents be there too, right?

During the evening chat, Zhang Yang made a special note and first confirmed that Lin Yiran would go to the old man to learn calligraphy tomorrow, and also confirmed that her parents had to work hard, so she was the only one who came over.

Everything is ready, only dawn is missing!

Zhang Yang was excited and was thinking about whether to tease her. His phone was slightly shocked, and the caller ID with the three-character "Teacher Mei" replaced Lin Yiran's cartoon cat avatar.

Zhang Yang felt strange and did not dare to delay. He quickly connected and respectfully said, "Teacher Mei."

"Hey, Zhang Yang, didn't disturb you?" Mei Yingxue's voice seemed very young, and she couldn't hear that she was over 60 years old.

"No, is there anything? You said."

"Oh, that's right. Didn't you say you're here the next day, you should come tomorrow, right?"

"yes."

"You are like this, Teacher Gu has accepted a new student to learn calligraphy. You should be here these days. You are a girl. I just thought that you are a public figure, and I am afraid it will be inconvenient..."

Zhang Yang felt a chill when he heard this. He wanted to say that convenience was not more convenient, but before he could say a word, Mei Yingxue continued: "And we are singing opera and practicing calligraphy, we are afraid of disturbing her..."

Zhang Yang's words were blocked in his stomach, so he had to shout in his heart: "No inconvenience! Not to mention it will be disturbing! We must be promoting each other!!"

"So I thought, otherwise, you're all practicing singing in the training room, and you'll have to rehearse in the past two days, right? I'll just come to you and see the complete singing effect. Tell me the time and place."

Under normal circumstances, Mei Yingxue is willing to come to the site for guidance, which will definitely be better. But Zhang Yang is thinking about how to "encounter" Lin Yiran reasonably. It really doesn't work. It's okay to come to the site for guidance after tomorrow!

"This is not suitable, how can you do it..."

Before Zhang Yang finished speaking, Mei Yingxue smiled and said, "Hey, what's the right thing to do? I'll send me there, no trouble, no trouble."

Zhang Yang had no choice but to tell her the time and location of the rehearsal tomorrow afternoon. After disconnecting the phone, she was in tears:

Don't you read the news?

Don't pay attention to gossip?

Have you never heard of "You, My Deskmate"?

We are planning to make an appointment with you... to meet!

He then told Lin Yiran about this. Lin Yiran, who had long been looking forward to reunion at the old man's house, was also confused. He wanted to call Teacher Mei and say that you don't need to be so considerate... but naturally I dare not.

The relationship between the two is very delicate now. They both want to take a step forward, but not only move forward rashly. This natural meeting has been waiting for each other for a long time. Now it suddenly becomes a bubble and is a little hit.

Moreover, Lin Yiran’s family and the old man’s house are both in Xicheng, but Zhang Yang’s range of activities is in Nancheng. He has no theoretical basis to create a chance encounter.

Zhang Yang is arranged in a lot of time every day. He doesn't care about seeing Lin Yiran after training, but he is worried that he will directly break the subtle relationship between the two.

Lin Yiran also wanted to go to the training room to find him, but was embarrassed to say it.

In fact, she originally planned to watch the semi-final recording on site, but she didn't expect Zhang Yang's family to go. As a result, she would not be able to get over.

The two things she had originally expected were all gone, and she could imagine how grievances she felt in her heart, but she was unwilling to reveal them, so as not to feel uncomfortable, and continued to chat with him in an indifferent tone.

Zhang Yang was very depressed when he went to training the next day. He was even more depressed when he saw that it was Yuan Tong who sent Mei Yingxue.

It was the third day in a blink of an eye, Zhang Yang’s birthday.

The program team has everyone's ID card information, but the date filled in on Zhang Yang's ID card is fake, and it has passed long ago, so the program team naturally cannot arrange any surprises for him.

The program team can't count on it.

My parents can't count on this year.

My sister will never expect it.

Only my wife can look forward to it.

Zhang Yang woke up early in the morning and the first thing he did was to look for his phone. Sure enough, he saw that there was an unread message, but after clicking on it, he was a little disappointed because it was sent by his parents.

Naturally, disappointment is not disgust, but being used to the care of her parents and no longer expects or surprises for it. As for Zhang Wei who hasn't posted it yet, that's normal, because she is probably still sleeping soundly.

Zhang Yang got up and washed up. When he brushed his teeth, he was surprised when he heard the phone ding dong. So he came out to pick up the phone while brushing his teeth. After taking a look, he turned disappointed again.

Chuchu: "Happy birthday."

Zhang Yang threw his cell phone on the bed, then took it up and replied to Chuchu while going out: "You still remember it, it's rare, thank you very much."

Chuchu: "You're welcome, I don't have a gift to you anyway. I'll be angry and happy, and it's worth it without any expenses, so why not do it?"

Chuchu: "Happy birthday, not angry."

Zhang Yang was bored anyway, so he continued to reply: "It's always a matter of being able to remember, so why bother to belittle yourself like this."

Chuchu: "Okay, I'll recommend a song to you, it's a birthday gift."

Zhang Yang: "Okay."

Chuchu: "It's called "Qingming Rain", it sounds very nice."

Zhang Yang was a little ridiculous when he saw this name, but he still replied: "Okay, then I'll go and listen."

Chuchu: "[ok]"

Zhang Yang put away his cell phone, and after breakfast, he went to the training room to practice singing. On the way, he finally received a message from Lin Yiran: "What gift do you want? I really don't know what to buy [worry]."

Zhang Yangxin said, "Do I dare to ask you to give it?"

But he dared to ask but didn't dare to say it. After thinking about it, he replied, "I haven't thought about it and I owe it first, and I'll pay it back slowly in the future."

Lin Yiran: "[Blank your eyes]"

In the morning, we practiced in the afternoon, and in the studio of the Kirin TV Building.

During the lunch break, Zhang Yang saw two unread messages from Lin's mobile phone:

“I still don’t know what gift to buy [sad]”

"It's all your fault. What kind of birthday is that you're fine [beat]"

Zhang Yang was a little funny and typed, saying, "Don't you say it's like you're just having a birthday?"

Lin Yiran: "But my birthday is over."

Lin Yiran: "This year."

Zhang Yang: "My birthday is almost over."

Zhang Yang: "This year."

Lin Yiran: "Then what am I giving you?"

Zhang Yang: "Are you sure you want me to say it?"

Lin Yiran: "You have the gift you want [question]"

Zhang Yang: "No."

Lin Yiran: "[despise]"

Zhang Yang stared at the contemptuous expression picture for a long time, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he was hinting at something.

After watching for a long time, he gritted his teeth and decided to give it to his advantage, but naturally he couldn't just say "You are the best gift yourself."

So I typed carefully: "If you really can't imagine any gift, please treat me to dinner. Otherwise, you can give me an early advice..."

While it was being revised, Lin Yiran had already sent a new message: "Okay, okay, don't make things difficult for you anymore, I want to [arrogance] myself"

Then I sent it again: "Okay, I know what gift to give you."

Zhang Yang had to delete the words he had just typed. During this period, he almost pressed the send button and was shocked and sweated. He quickly deleted them, and then replied: "What gift?"

Lin Yiran: "I won't tell you [arrogance]"

Zhang Yang: "I'll know it sooner or later."

Lin Yiran: "[pig head]"

Lin Yiran: "Okay, you can sleep for a while after dinner, I'll buy you a gift."

Zhang Yang: "Looking forward~.~"

Lin Yiran: "[Arrogance]"

After lunch, Zhang Yang returned to the hotel for a while. When he woke up and washed his face, he went directly to the Qilin TV Building. Zhang Hongkang and Zhang Yongtai were already waiting there. He first helped him review the movements, and then rehearsed them with a few accompaniment dancers. The accompaniment teachers arrived one after another.

Xia Hai arrived soon, confirmed that the staff were all here, and was talking to the accompaniment master, and Mei Yingxue was also here.

Zhang Yang hurriedly greeted him and exchanged a few greetings. Mei Yingxue asked him to prepare. Don’t waste time with her. Zhang Yang was also ◆◆There was no time to be polite, so hurry up and prepare.

First, the "Huo Zongxia" is listed.

Since the customized clothing has not arrived yet, I only gave Zhang Hongkang and the others ordinary black training clothes first, while Zhang Yang was wearing white clothes, holding a folding fan, stood on the stage, and began to punch according to the already skilled routine.

Mei Yingxue had heard Zhang Yang's name before and had a good impression of him, but that was because of his poems, such as an old man of her age who sang opera, and it was rare to have no prejudice against pop music, and it was even more difficult to appreciate.

Mei Yingxue knew that she would have more guidance when she watched him perform in full, but she has been teaching him opera these days and never mentioned this. She naturally couldn't appreciate pop music in her heart.
To be continued...