After the oral confidentiality agreement was signed, the two of them did not speak anymore.

Gu Fei did not admit or deny Jiang Cheng’s problem. After Jiang Cheng came to the “conclusion”, he still did not admit or deny it.

His attitude was a little vague, but Jiang Cheng felt that it was enough. His question was just a bold test, just like an attack launched by protecting his own secrets.

There are so many people in this world who want to hide themselves, and so many things that need to hide.

Gu Fei opened the crack in the window, lit a cigarette, and prepared to continue editing the picture.

After taking two sips, Jiang Cheng reached out and said, "Give me one."

"You usually smoke, right?" Gu Fei put the cigarette box in his hand. "Why do you always ask me for it? When I wasn't there?"

"I've smoked it all," Jiang Cheng lit a cigarette, "I won't smoke if you are not there."

Gu Fei opened the crack of the window a little wider.

"It's cold." Jiang Cheng shrank into the sofa.

"Then you go to the kitchen to turn on the hood to smoke." Gu Fei lit the mouse and enlarged Jiang Cheng's face on the screen.

In fact, he is usually too lazy to deal with the pictures of the clothing and the model's face, or he can do it casually in the end. If he feels that his face is not taken well, he will be cut off directly.

But Jiang Cheng's face is really good. He can let him put the details of his clothes without repairing them, and he will repair his face first.

The small sofa is next to the table, and Jiang Cheng is sitting there basically face to face with him. He can't see the computer. He doesn't have to worry that Jiang Cheng will be embarrassed to see him take a photo of his clothes and refinish the model's face.

"Gu Fei." Jiang Cheng reached out and flicked the ashes into the small ashtray on the table.

"Yes," Gu Fei pushed the ashtray towards him, "Are you going to have your first name and surname again?"

"I asked someone before, I always had to get close to you," Jiang Cheng smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, "I'll ask you a question."

"Ask." Gu Fei stared at the computer screen. In fact, there was not much room for Jiang Cheng's face to repair. His face was beautiful and his skin was in good condition.

Jiang Cheng looked over the bookcase: "You wrote the score I saw last time, right?"

"Hmm?" Gu Fei was stunned for a moment and looked into the bookcase.

"There are a lot of books that compose and various musical theories. If you want to say that you didn't write them," Jiang Cheng said, "It's too insincere."

Gu Fei laughed, and after a while he leaned on the back of the chair: "Yes, I wrote it."

"It's so unexpected," Jiang Cheng turned the cup, "It sounds nice, and even illiterate can write and compose music."

"I'm not illiterate." Gu Fei corrected him.

"You can write a masterpiece even if you are a bad student," Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Is there any finished product?"

"No." Gu Fei answered very simply.

In fact, there are many finished products, all stored in the computer, but he basically doesn't listen. There is nothing wrong with saying there is no. Sometimes I hear only the song sing by Ding Zhuxin.

If you want to talk about these things, it doesn’t matter if he changes to any person. He likes to listen to them, but he is not willing to show them in front of Jiang Cheng.

He could hum it just by scanning Jiang Cheng's score, but he didn't want to show his timidity.

"Master," Jiang Cheng was probably quite bored, and said enthusiastically with a cigarette in his mouth, "I will keep it secret."

"Keep it a secret." Gu Fei smiled, hesitated for a while, and then turned on the player, searched for it, and clicked on the playback.

When the guitar sounded, Jiang Cheng leaned back to the sofa. He couldn't play the guitar, but he always thought it was pretty good. It was just that what he liked, such as guitar and whistle and wooden flute, and my mother felt that it couldn't be on the table.

Next is the piano that comes in.

No sense.

He listened too much and played too much. After passing the eighth level in junior high school, he simply didn't want to touch the piano again for a second.

His behavior of not being able to support the mud should have disappointed Chen Yiqing very much. Later, when relatives and friends at home came, they asked him to listen to him playing the piano, but Chen Yiqing would reject it, and he was disappointed.

If you are disappointed, you will be disappointed. He is unwilling to play anyway.

The prelude is very good, you can hear what you want to express, and you are full of confusion.

He couldn't help but glance at Gu Fei. Gu Fei didn't feel like someone in this state.

The female voice hummed very low, and Jiang Cheng immediately heard the voice.

"Ding Zhuxin?" He looked at Gu Fei with some surprise.

"Yes." Gu Fei responded, still editing the picture, staring at the screen.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but slid his head over and glanced at him, and saw half of his face, chest, and the torn collar.

"Fuck." He quickly sat back on the sofa. The feeling of watching others repairing his own photos was too strange. He was obviously looking at himself in the mirror for more than ten years, but he was as uncomfortable as peeping at a stranger.

"This photo is very good." Gu Fei looked at him.

"Oh." Jiang Cheng nodded, lowered his head and drank lemonade in Ding Zhuxin's hoarse and lazy voice.

"I step on the air and I'm about to fly

I am confused upwards, I am downwards and I hear you say that the world is empty

You say one, two, three, break the past and die

The wind blows, the broken way back, have you seen me singing, you say one, two, three, turn around, you listen to the panic that was erased?”

The song is very confused and the lyrics are quite confused, but when Jiang Cheng heard "Have you seen me singing", he raised his head and glanced at Gu Fei.

The word "look" made him suddenly find the feeling of "dumbness" that Ding Zhuxin wanted before.

There is a silent depression.

"Who wrote the lyrics?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Guess," Gu Fei bent one leg and stepped on the chair, pressing his chin against his knees, and the mouse in his hand clattered, "I guessed it right and I will give you candy."

"You," Jiang Cheng said, "Is it all you lyrics and music?"

Gu Fei took the coat he threw next to him, grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket and put it on the table in front of him.

"Are you playing a band with Ding Zhuxin?" Jiang Cheng took a milk candy and put it in his mouth, a little surprised.

He did not understand the lyrics carefully, but he could still capture the delicateness and sensitivity of this. Such content is really difficult to associate with Gu Fei.

He stared at Gu Fei. What kind of heart was this person under his calm appearance?

"No, she just took me to play before," Gu Fei said.

"It's quite interesting," said Jiang Cheng, "but you don't look like you can play these things. I'm not surprised to say that you can play guitar. Generally speaking, bad boys can do a few tricks to show off."

"I can't play guitar," Gu Fei said.

"Oh, a bad boy who can't play guitar," said Jiang Cheng, "that you have to be considered a lame person on the way to pick up girls."

Gu Fei looked at him without saying anything.

"Oh." Jiang Cheng raised his cup to him.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Gu Fei asked.

"Hmm?" Jiang Cheng took a sip of water.

"It's so much." Gu Fei said.

Jiang Cheng was silent for a while and put the cup on the table: "Do you know the woman who just fought with Li Baoguo?"

"Meet." Gu Fei replied.

"Is it Li Baoguo's ex-wife?" Jiang Cheng asked, "the one he beaten away."

"He was beaten away, but not his ex-wife," Gu Fei lit another cigarette, "It's the current person, they haven't divorced."

"Ah," Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, "Fuck, what a fucking mess of garbage."

"She hasn't been back for a long time and can't see her once in a few years." Gu Fei said.

This is probably Gu Fei comforting him that this woman will not usually appear, and will not appear once every few years.

But Jiang Cheng felt that no statement could save his mood now. No matter how many years she appeared, even if she would never appear again in her life, she was her own mother.

It is as incredible as Li Baoguo, but it is real.

He especially wanted to call Chen Yiqing and ask her why she was so unrestrained that she wanted to adopt a child from such a family.

"Brother Cheng," Gu Fei called him, "Come here and I'll tell you."

"What?" Jiang Cheng stood up and walked to him.

"If you take a photo tomorrow," Gu Fei pointed to the screen, "Please pay attention to your arms, you can hold it a little bit."

"Damn," Jiang Cheng finally saw clearly what he looked like in the clothes that were all over the wind. He couldn't stand it. He pointed to the photo, "You are so quick to edit photos, but you dare to take on work?"

Gu Fei smiled and said, "No, I edited the pictures very quickly, it's all about running work."

"It's just flowing water? It's still this one after so long. Where is the water flowing?" Jiang Cheng couldn't understand, "This one is a landslide lake?"

"I have repaired a lot of other things, so I'll show you this one again." Gu Fei said.

"Why do you have to take this picture? Do I have no arms in other photos?" Jiang Cheng sighed.

Gu Fei smiled for a long time, and finally sighed: "This one is really good. I guess Boss Ding will use this one as the main point, and maybe he will give you one."
To be continued...