Pulling the female boss into the Hongyan group, I was exposed

Chapter 167 166. Play for me

That happened one year after Tianya left Huaguo.

Specifically, it was 14 months and 7 days after Xu Xiangxiao sent that text message.That text message was still at the top of her chat software—it was pinned by her.

Only Tianya has been promoted, only he has this treatment, even if she doubts whether he knows about it; (it is very likely that she has not been promoted by the other party, but it doesn't matter, she is not an INTJ )

Even if they haven't been in touch for a long, long time, it's long enough to make people wonder if this friendship still counts.

The last conversation was still 14 months ago, and she finally said, "Just kidding, when are you coming back?"

The so-called joking, of course, refers to her confession.

——She took great pains to explain the nature of her liking for him, and tried to conceal the confession as just an ordinary chat, just like a clown.

So in the end she gave up and simply said to herself, I was joking.

Still no response.

She suddenly felt that the small black question mark at the end of the chat was like a footnote that Chen Ya hadn't returned after such a long absence.

The cursor flickered innocently in the chat box, Xu Xiangxiao reluctantly quit the software and turned off the phone.

She didn't dare to send any more messages, because she was afraid that after sending her message, a small red exclamation mark would appear next to it, indicating that the other party was no longer your friend.

14 months and 7 days—that's more than a year, and not just a little, but a lot.It's just her wishful thinking that it's only one year.

Because before that, she naively had an illusion, thinking that it only took a year for Tianya to appear by her side intact.

His usual lazy eyes will instantly become sharp when he sees her, and he picks up her hair with his fingers, saying:
"Why do you have long hair?"

Thinking of this, Xu Xiangxiao gently tugged at her hair. In a year, it has already fallen below her shoulders. Give it another year, and I don't know how far it will develop.

It was only after she grew her long hair that she began to appreciate the hardships of being a girl. It was inconvenient to wash or maintain her hair, and the hair loss became serious, which was a bit similar to raising a dog, and sometimes it would block the drain in the bathroom.

Medium-length hair is also very unsuitable to appear in front of the media. Hair of this length is not beautiful, and she does not want to make any hairstyle according to the current length.

And the length of her hair has been a hot search some time ago, and was photographed by the paparazzi, saying that Xu Xiangxiao is black, long and straight, full of femininity.

After she saw the news, she felt a kind of resentful joy—did I not be feminine before?

I have never felt so humiliated before.

...so, please.

Tianya, come back quickly.

Xu Xiangxiao put her woolen gloved hand into the pocket of her down jacket, let out a breath, and the white mist rose up, then disappeared into the silent air.

It's Christmas in one more day.

This year's temperature is even colder than usual, and the weather forecast says that it will snow tomorrow.

She wished it would snow soon, and it would be warmer than it was now.

In fact, Xu Xiangxiao already knew that Tian Ya might already have a girlfriend.

It's just that he never said it.

It's not his fault, it's just that she never dared to ask.

At the beginning, she only cared about music, and didn't pay much attention to everything other than music.She has made up her mind since she was a child that things other than music are not worth caring about, so she has a miserable childhood and a miserable present.

The reason why she suspected that Tian Ya had a girlfriend was because she gradually recalled it: it seemed that from the very beginning, Tian Ya would leave suddenly after receiving a call, or disappear for several days without saying hello.

She began to feel that this was normal.Later, after getting some female friends, she realized that this might be a sign of falling in love.

If it wasn't for his girlfriend calling, how could he suddenly disappear like this?
Of course, she had no reason to accuse Tian Ya of being uninteresting, after all, she was just a singer who sang the songs Tian Ya wrote for her.

It's just a partnership between them.

It is her wishful thinking that she wants Tian Ya to only write songs for herself, and always do music like this. She has long known that this story will always end, but she did not expect it to end in such an unfinished way.

She took two steps in three steps, jumped up the steps, and stepped into the elevator.

Taking out the key, he saw the door of his own house, and at the same time, he also saw the furry body in front of the door, squatting at the door.

"Snowball Snowball, why did you come to my house again? Are you here as a guest?"

Xu Xiangxiao greeted the puppy, but got no response.

"Snowball" was a dog she picked up last month. For some reason, it ran to her door and was so hungry that she was so hungry that she kept it for more than ten days. Before that, she had never raised any small animals.

As a result, more than ten days later, the owner of "Snowball" came to the door and told her that it was their dog, and that its name was not "Snowball" but "Franklin".

On the surface, Xu Xiangxiao returned "Franklin" very readily, and expressed that he could form a good friendship with that family, and welcomed them to bring "Franklin" to his home as a guest.

And when she lay down on the bed at night, she felt as if someone had punched her chest, and she didn't fall asleep for most of the night.

Even though it wasn't her dog, she still had the feeling that something had been taken from her.

And she doesn't like the name "Franklin", which doesn't sound cool at all.

This little black dog should be called Snowball.

Xu Xiangxiao began to seriously consider whether to keep a dog.

It's just that she didn't think about what kind of breed to raise. For this reason, she asked her friends to inquire a lot about raising dogs and learned a lot of knowledge.

But in the end, I still haven't made up my mind.

"Snowball Snowball, are you asleep?"

Xu Xiangxiao put the key back into her pocket, ran over bouncingly, and squatted beside "Snowball".

Only at this time did she realize that something was wrong, "Snowball"'s body was stiff, lying on his side on the ground, his belly didn't rise or fall.

Xu Xiangxiao squatted on the ground, and one of them lost his balance and sat down on the ground.

Then, tearfully, she put her hands over her mouth.

"Snowball" is dead.

This little black dog, which she had only fed for more than ten days, finally died in front of her house the day before Christmas.

She didn't know what kind of mood it was in when it came back to her door, she just felt uncomfortable, and even thinking about it felt heart-wrenchingly uncomfortable.

Xu Xiangxiao sat on the ground and burst into tears, as if her whole soul was crying.

After making a few phone calls, the dog owner came over quickly and apologized to her-she felt that they had completely misunderstood themselves, and they probably thought they were scared and crying.

Actually nothing of the sort.But she didn't want to explain at all.

After explaining to the housekeeper and the manager countless times, and finally convinced them that she was fine, at night, she lay on the bed, impulsively opened the chat history, and sent a message to the person at the top:

"I suddenly thought of you today."

Putting the phone on her chest, after about a second, she began to regret and wanted to withdraw the message. When she picked up the phone again, she saw that there was an extra reply below her words:
"I've been thinking about you."

Xu Xiangxiao couldn't bear it anymore, she bit her lip, and tears flowed out.

But the corners of the mouth are full of smiles.

……

……

Duncan Jones' phone connection time has all been exhausted, Gao Xiaobai spread his hands and said:
"Well, it's like I didn't ask anything just now."

Qin Yunchu said: "No, at least we know that JX's status in foreign countries is really high, even David Bowie's funeral, he was the finale."

A person who can write so many songs and win the American music scene in two years is naturally high status—Qin Yunchu glanced at Yingzi challengingly, and she wanted him to realize this deeply.

After finishing speaking, she looked at Jiang Xinhai and Xu Xiangxiao with an expression that seemed to say, "Really?"

Xu Xiangxiao didn't speak, she took off her hat, feeling a little hot, and handed it to the person next to her.

Her hair was coiled up into a bun at the back of her head and simply clipped with hair clips.

"How long has your hair been?" Jiang Xinhai knew that she was growing long hair, and asked.

"It hasn't reached the waist yet," Xu Xiangxiao said. "It seems that after reaching a certain length, it will stop growing. It's hard to store."

"It's been a long time, and I'm still a little envious." Jiang Xinhai said.

"Stop Versailles, your hair is long enough." Xu Xiangxiao glanced at her hair, it was real waist-length hair.

"I want to cut it. I mean it."

"waste."

Wang Feng said to Qin Yunchu: "Little President Qin, choose the answer, if you whet your appetite, the audience in the live broadcast room will go crazy."

Qin Yunchu raised his shoulder playfully and said, "Sorry, I forgot about this, the answer is too obvious."

She walked to the screen, and after choosing the correct answer, the screen went black again.

A line of words appeared on the screen:

【Second Act: Confession and Farewell】.

Everyone looked at the words on the screen.

The name is quite artistic.

Then, two new lines appeared below.

[Note: Mr. JX's biggest weakness in this life
I just never learned how to confess and say goodbye]

"What the hell." Wang Feng laughed.

This statement is completely out of tune with the previous style.

Before, we were talking about music.

Why did he suddenly turn to Mr. JX's habit again?

"Generally, people who say that are highly suspected of being a scumbag." Gao Xiaobai commented.

"Don't take the initiative, don't refuse, and don't take responsibility, right?" Wang Feng said, "It makes sense."

The audience in the live broadcast room was full of "joy".

But neither Jiang Xinhai nor Xu Xiangxiao spoke.

Then, a picture finally appeared on the screen - the iron-gray street, the white statues, and the blue Danube.

People are walking around wrapped in trench coats, and then the camera pans down, and a person appears in front of the crowd.

When they saw this person, everyone let out a "Huh".

Because everyone knows this person.

"It's Langlang!"

Someone called his name right away.

Lang Lang, a well-known pianist in Huaguo.

Or should not say that, it should be a world-renowned pianist.

If you want to choose the greatest pianist in the world who is still alive today, he will definitely be considered.

No matter which list selects the Top 10 greatest pianists in the world, if there is no Lang Lang, it means that there is something wrong with this list.

If other people are proud to play in the Golden Hall, then if Lang Lang plays in the Golden Hall, it is the glory of the Golden Hall.

As one of the most well-known Chinese people in the world, few people do not recognize his face.

So people were very surprised, they never expected to see Langlang in JX's private music collection.

Because no matter what, the impression JX gives people is too different from Langlang.

The two of them had nothing to do with each other.

JX is written about popular in China, and written about rock and roll abroad.

And Langlang belongs to the classical circle. Although they are all engaged in music, the span is too big.

"Isn't JX just Langlang?" Yan Yunzhuo suddenly cried out.

Everyone is dumb.

Wang Feng frowned, and thought seriously: "Lang Lang is a pianist, it is rare to hear that he is composing music..."

"But great pianists are also sometimes great composers," Gao Xiaobai said, "at least in the classical period, many of them were like this."

Wang Feng did not speak.

In the classical period, indeed many composers were also performers. That was because not many people received music education at that time, and the creation and performance had not been completely separated.

After creation and music are now separated, this phenomenon is rare.

But who can pat their chests and guarantee that this will never happen in modern times?

Gao Xiaobai asked Jiang Xinhai, "Xinhai, isn't JX a Langlang?"

Jiang Xinhai and Xu Xiangxiao shook their heads at the same time.

"Oh," Gao Xiaobai said sullenly, "That's all right."

In the video, Lang Lang, who has been walking on the street, finally speaks.

"The last time I came to Vienna was 2 years ago. At that time, there was a concert," Lang Lang said in the video, "I thought I would not come here for a long, long time."

In the video, a voice sounded very close to the camera: "What's wrong? Tickets are not easy to sell?"

Hearing this voice, Jiang Xinhai and Xu Xiangxiao were suddenly startled.

"This is JX! It's JX who's talking! He's holding a camera." Jiang Xinhai said firmly.

Everyone's eyes were completely attracted by the screen.

This is the first time they heard JX speak Chinese.In the previous videos, he was speaking English.

"Tickets are easy to sell," Lang Lang said as he walked, "They are easy to sell all over the world, and they are sold out in a snap."

"Hehe, Versailles, right?" people heard JX say.

Lang Lang was not annoyed by JX's blunt speech, so he also laughed.

"It's the truth."

The two walked for a while, and JX asked:

"Then why don't you want to come here?"

"You know, old Europeans, especially those in Vienna, are very picky about music," Lang Lang said, "It's like talking cross talk in Tianjin, you can hear even a wrong note, and you are pulled out to criticize several times in turn. "

"At your level, are you still afraid of making mistakes?" JX said sarcastically.

"No matter how high your level is, you still have to be wary!" Langlang said, "Even if one of them is good, the people sitting under the stage are all your brothers and sisters. Wouldn't it be too much pressure for you?"

"That's true," JX said.

"So, why did you ask me to come back?" Langlang looked at the camera and said, "That is to say, you can tell me to fly over here with one word."

"I want to have a concert in the Golden Hall." JX said.

Lang Lang jokingly glanced at the camera (actually looking at the person behind the camera): "Your piano skills are there, but it's not enough to watch."

"It's not me, it's you," JX said, "I wrote a few pieces and I want you to play them for me."

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