Perfect Life

Zhou Ai suddenly put down the watering can and walked back to the room without a word. After a while, before Zou Wenhuai chased in, she took out a small book, walked to Zou Wenhuai, opened it, and showed it to him. ○

"Is that the name?" she asked.

Zou Wenhuai stared at the book with wide eyes.

There are four lines of characters on it, and the font is clean and correct. The first line clearly reads Li Qian, Class 1, Class 96, Department of Photography, Shuntian Film Academy.

Zou Wenhuai was stunned for a moment.

After a while, he raised his head and said hesitantly, "I've heard of it. It seems that he was admitted to the film school, but did he study photography? Well, this probably doesn't have so many names."

Zhou Hao looked at him, her eyes bright and cold.

After a while, she closed the small book with a "pop" and stood still.

But soon, Zou Wenhuai became excited, "I rely on this, this boy is your one, right? He is the one who drank with you and made you drunk, right?"

After a pause, he unknowingly turned in two circles on the spot, with a look of excitement that he couldn't tell the difference between north and south, and strode to the kitchen door, asking, "Mother Wu, is that kid not short? Does it have to be about 1.81.85 meters? Is it tanned a bit dark? Is it handsome but looks majestic? Does it look calm and doesn’t look like a ten-year-old boy at all?”

He crackled, and as soon as he opened his mouth, several questions smashed past. Wu Ma was cutting vegetables and listened to him in a daze for a long time. At the end he nodded. "That's right, that's what you said"

Zou Wenhuai clapped excitedly

Then. He clenched his fists, as excited as a football player won the championship, looking at it, he wanted to shout a few times

After a while, he ran back to the dazed Zhou Hao again, and asked excitedly, "You know who you are, he must have known who you are by now, right? Right? Right?"

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhou Ai's shoulder, shaking it vigorously a few times. Zhou Ai finally came back to her senses, but she still stared at him with those calm and peaceful eyes, without saying a word.

But it doesn't matter, Zou Wenhuai has already got his own answer.

"Hahaha"

He finally couldn't help it, and laughed three times up to the sky.

"Catch up, catch up this time, really catch up." He clenched his fists excitedly and walked around in front of Zhou Hao, "No wonder, no wonder, no wonder when he heard that I was your manager, he acted like How to say it very well, kind, right, who could have imagined kindness. Silently, you two have such a good relationship."

Speaking of which. He turned his head to look at Zhou Ai excitedly, with an unbearable look. Seeing the meaning, if the person opposite was not Zhou Ai, he wished he could even ask "Have you two ever been in bed?"

However, even so, he couldn't help but say: "Good mother, what is fate and what is luck, this is fate, this is luck, you see, if you go out for a walk, you can meet him casually, Hey, let's meet when we meet, the two of you actually meet each other at once, and then the relationship is so good, you think, you are a singer, he is a gold medal producer, a gold medal musician and I tell you, the best Yes, when the two of you met and made good friends, he knew who you were, but you didn't know who he was, so you think, knowing each other in this situation, this feeling must be related to both parties knowing each other's identity The understanding of the situation is different, right?”

Having said that, he turned around again and turned towards the kitchen, as if he wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he stopped and muttered to himself, "No, at least it won't open today, so I'll have to find someone else. Let's celebrate right, tomorrow"

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Zhou Hao with a look of hope, and said, "Hao Ma, let Ma Wu prepare more dishes, you can call Li Qian and ask him to come over for a drink tomorrow, how about the weekend tomorrow? I should come over when I have time, so let's take advantage of the time to drink and let him write songs for you and make an album for you, will it work?"

Until this time, Zou Wenhuai had been going crazy for a while, and Zhou Ai seemed to have just started to slowly recover. She raised her head and glanced at Zou Wenhuai, as if she didn't understand why Zou Wenhuai had such crazy excitement, but it seemed that her eyes were calm and calm, and she didn't care what happened in front of her just now.

After a pause, she turned to look at the kitchen and shouted, "Mother Wu Wu"

Wu Ma quickly walked to the door with a kitchen knife and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, miss?"

Zhou Ai said calmly: "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat anymore, just make your own portion at noon."

Wu Ma was stunned when she heard the words, and Zou Wenhuai was even more dumbfounded and stunned on the spot.

Zhou Hao lowered her head, squeezed the small book in her hand, and walked into the room with her head lowered silently. Then, she turned around and glanced at Zou Wenhuai who was standing in the courtyard, her eyes cold and clear.

Just as Wu Ma and Zou Wenhuai watched in amazement, she retracted her gaze, thought about it, and closed the door with a snap.

The sky gradually darkened.

Zhou Ai was lying on the sofa, motionless.

There are several cardboard boxes on the coffee table in front of her, and many albums are piled up in a mess beside the boxes. A few of them that were singled out had already broken the plastic seal, and the beautifully printed lyrics had been opened and thrown there.

The room was singing loudly.

"No matter how time and space change, how the world changes, your love is always in my heart, do you understand?"

Liao Liao's magnetic voice, with a unique singing voice of strength and perseverance in her laziness, reverberated and brewed in the room.

"I want to ask him if he knows my heart, don't let me linger in unease, how much do I have to change for you, so that you can stay, I wait anxiously in hope. You didn't see it."

a. Another song.

these d. They were all brought by Zou Wenhuai before, and every once in a while, he would always bring a small box.

But before that, Zhou Ai had never opened it to listen to these songs. Compared with the works of these domestic singers, she preferred to listen to some foreign things.

Because in her cognition, these people who make music in China are willing to work hard to explore and cultivate deeply in the direction of urban love songs. It's really too few, even if there are some singers like her occasionally who are doing this and trying to do it, but to be honest, it can really bring her inspiration and nourishment, and at the same time make her feel I enjoy similar works that are pleasant to the ears, most of them are from the United States and the United Kingdom in English-speaking cultural areas, and even the urban love songs made by French speakers are much more mature than those in China. Not to mention that Zhou Ai is a big fan of opera.

But now, she dug out all the d and tapes that she had accumulated for several years and looked for it. Take Liao Liao's, Wuxingwusu's, and He Runqing's single that Zou Wenhuai once mentioned in memory. all found.

Then, she listened from the beginning.

Wuxingwusu's sister and sister stand up the album, although it has a lot of weight and a variety of styles, but to be honest, the singing skills of the five girls are really scumbags in Zhou Ai's opinion. Straight, dull, and without aftertaste .

Therefore, although that song, mainly the eight songs by Li Qianshu's noun songwriter, are indeed quite high-quality, Zhou Ai still only listened to it twice, and then replaced it with He Runqing's half-pot yarn, and then, Liao Liao. The first album Liao Liao.

The singing skills of He Runqing and Liao Liao are beyond doubt.

Perseverance, wildflowers, cheers, the excellence of works like friends is beyond doubt.

Zhou Hao listened to it over and over again, and after hearing it, she couldn't even remember how many times she had listened to it.

Of course, she was always listening while distracted.

In the middle of listening, she didn't even know how long she had been distracted.

Suddenly, she picked up the remote control on the coffee table, raised her hand, and turned off the D machine.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Through the transparent glass window, you can see the light coming from the kitchen.

The phone was by her side, and Zhou Ai felt it and started dialing the number that she had memorized by heart these days.

However, before the numbers were dialed, she stopped again.

Delete, delete, delete.

Phone away.

She continued to be in a daze.

Then, turning her head to look at the phone, she couldn't help taking it over again.

The phone was in her hand, and her fingers were just above the buttons, but her fingers didn't fall down after a while.

Then, throw it away.

But a few minutes later, she picked up the phone again.

Just like that, I don't know how many times.

Finally, she took a deep breath, and pressed all the eleven-digit phone numbers one by one, and then hung her finger on the dial-out button.

But in the end delete, delete, delete

phone away

She put her head in her hands in distress.

She didn't need to ask anyone, she already knew that he was him.

She wanted to give him a call.

Blame it, complain, rejoice, be happy, but it's just such a phone call, she can say anything, but she can't make it out

Is it because of concealment?

no, obviously not

Until that day, I hadn't even asked his name, but what does it matter?

Compared to the feeling of being fascinated and fascinated, compared to the feeling of connecting the heart and breathing the same pulse between the two, his name and his phone number are actually not the same. Important, the reason why these are needed is just because there is that person hidden behind them, and with these things, it can make it easier for her to find that person.

Therefore, his name is Li Qian, Wang Qian, Zhao Qian is not important

So, he is a photography lover, he is a literature lover, he is a freshman in film school, or he is a famous gold medal musician and gold producer in the pop music world, it doesn't matter

As long as he's him, that's enough

Is it because of the so-called "talent"?

No, obviously not either.

She clearly remembered that she once said to him, "You are an exception"

Moreover, if it weren't for talent, I might have a heart-to-heart connection with a big boy who is at least a few years younger than me at first glance. How can I communicate with my heart? What is talent?

Although when I heard about his sister, when I saw the two movie scripts of Xiaoao Jianghu and Tianlong Babu, and when I saw his bad painting, I didn't even know it. He is a person who can write songs but talent is talent.

Talent is never a sin.

What's more, she knew that she loved his talent.

I love my elder sister, I love to laugh at all corners of the world, I love Tianlong and Babu, and I love that rotten painting that is full of thoughts but trapped in clumsiness.

But, it's not right, it's not right, it's just not right.

It seems that all of a sudden, when some news came, when he suddenly changed his body and suddenly became a famous musician in the industry, even Zou Wenhuai was excited because he could help him get works from him. This feeling, the feeling that made her think and pray kindly, suddenly went wrong.

Can't tell, don't know.

It was completely dark outside the window.

Once again, she picked up the phone and stared at the fluorescent keys in the dark.

Fingers stick out.

She thought: I always have to hear what he has to say, don't I?

He is so smart and understands me so well, maybe it only needs a few simple words from him, and that feeling is right again

However, the fingers were hanging over the keys and did not drop.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Zhou Hao was startled, and when she looked down, it was actually his name.

Almost subconsciously, she reached out her hand to connect, but she hesitated for a while, but still stopped the car abruptly.

After a while, she suddenly reached out and pressed the reject button.

Then, after some thought, she started dialing.

The phone was quickly connected, but after a few rings, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhou Hao turned her head to look over, and by the light from the kitchen, she could see clearly that it was her manager, Zou Wenhuai, and her nanny, Wu Ma.

In the dark shadow in the light, Zou Wenhuai's voice sounded, "Mummy, are you alright? You're scaring me to death."

In the darkness, Zhou Hao's eyes were sparkling.

She looked at Zou Wenhuai calmly and said calmly, "You know my request, right?"

Zou Wenhuai made an "uh" sound and seemed to have no response for a while, but he nodded subconsciously and said, "Of course, how many years have we been working together?"

Zhou Ai heard the words and continued to say in a very calm voice: "Then help me choose a company, I want to continue singing"

Zou Wenhuai opened his mouth in surprise.

But after a while, Zhou Ai continued: "I only have one request, I don't want Li Qian's songs or him to make me an album"

Well, things have been really bad recently. I have never written a book seriously. This is the first time I have been writing for several months, and I have been writing every day. To be honest, this feeling is a bit stressful, and I am very uncomfortable. However, I have been actively trying to adjust my state, both physical and mental, and I believe that I will soon find the rhythm required for this continuous code word, both physically and mentally superior.

In addition, I haven't calculated it carefully, but I roughly estimate that I wrote about 100,000 words in October, less than 200,000 words, compared to 230,000 words in September, um, I feel a little ashamed, but I will soon be ten thousand words. It’s January, and Dao still wants to ask for the guaranteed monthly pass in November. I hope everyone can continue to support me.

Finally, tomorrow I will strive to continue to double-shift.

Bow, apologize, thank you, ask for votes. To be continued. .

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