Xiong Baobao finally became an associate director in their crew a year later. Director Zhang was very careful in him and would take him with him wherever he went. In order to celebrate his upgrade, Xiong Baobao specially found some time to invite Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang to dinner.

"It's not possible on Thursday, there are social engagements from the developer." Xie Meng successfully became a regular after internship, and it happened to be almost a year after the money was full: "It's OK on Friday."

Xiong Baby agreed immediately: "No problem, where is Ji Qinyang?"

Xie Mengxiao: "The performance is Saturday, and he should have gone into seclusion today."

Every few days after Ji Qinyang finished his work, he was like Nirvana. He couldn't survive without sleeping for three days and two nights. As the band grew, he became busier and busier. He devoted more effort and could not make any decisions casually.

Baby Bear has discussed the future development of the band with him before. He means that eggs cannot be placed in one basket. Since you want to build a studio, you have to consider it from multiple perspectives.

"If you want to be a wrist," Baby Bear lit a cigarette for himself: "You can't just stick to a band." He gave an example: "If your lead singer goes solo, or someone sells the band to an entertainment company, they think you are not famous and don't follow your path, you're done?"

Ji Qinyang burned the chopsticks for Xie Meng and asked the boss’s wife to bring the wine: "If I am too popular as a behind-the-scenes person, why should I still be behind-the-scenes?"

Xiong Baby tsk: "This is different. I mean Hong is strength, and the wine is fragrant, and you are afraid of the deep alley. You obviously have this strength, but you can't play because of the limitations of the band itself. That's a pity."

Ji Qinyang drank wine and didn't speak. He was actually in the same position as Baby Xiong. Both of them were behind the scenes and both were creations. The purpose was to create eternity, immortality and classics, so what the other party said was completely understandable.

After Xie Meng finished ordering the food, he looked at Xiong Baby and asked, "Where are you, when can you make your own movie?"

"I want to do it too." Xiong Baby held a cigarette in her mouth and slid her hair: "I am satisfied with the script, but I can't invest, but I can't invest, and I'll get it. No matter how I watch the script, it's a bad movie, and the actors are also a problem. All I like is too popular."

Xie Meng knew that he was referring to Zheng Ming, who became a domestic actor at the age of 19 and entered Hollywood at 22. Now he is almost 25. He only shoots one movie a year at most. He has never been able to choose the role of the actor Zheng Zheng. After filming so many, he has won awards at home and abroad.

Bao Bao Xiong sighed: "He ran too fast, I chased him barefoot behind him, full of sadness from Kuafu chasing the sun."

Xie Meng almost sprayed out the wine in his mouth when he heard Kuafu chasing the sun. While coughing, he said, "Aren't you bothered with him on Weibo? I want to make a movie and ask him if he wants to participate."

Bao Bao Xiong glanced at him sadly: "If you are too outstanding and you are still a loser, how dare you hook him up?"

"..." Xie Meng thought about it, but he couldn't get the answer for a while.

Ji Qinyang suddenly reached out and pinched his neck: "What are you thinking about? Isn't your male god here?"

Xie Meng laughed and stabbed him in a crutch.

The three of them ate until midnight, and Ji Qinyang's cell phone suddenly rang, and Qi Fei's loud voice could be heard without turning on the hands-free person around him.

"Yimei!" Qi Fei shouted: "The crabs are on here in Suzhou. I'll send some to you and Xie Meng."

Unlike other single dogs, Qi Fei received his certificate with Gu Meiyan not long after graduation. The little beauty was only in her junior year, and the two of them didn't hold a banquet. She planned to travel and get married and concentrate on enjoying the world of two.

It was not until a long time before Ji Qinyang and Xie Meng found out that Gu Meiyan's family was in very good condition, and several chain hotels in Suzhou were all run by her.

Qi Fei said happily: "My sister will graduate in one year. Then come to Beijing to play with you."

Ji Qinyang: "Come on, I'll hold a band for you to celebrate your wedding."

Qi Fei laughed on the other end of the phone, meaning that Ji Qinyang was not allowed to keep his word, so he could remember it.

Xiong Baby waited for him to hang up the phone before asking, "High school classmate?"

Xie Meng nodded with a smile: "Brothers are almost ten years old."

"That's really not easy." Xiong Baby agreed, and suddenly changed the subject: "We have been almost five years in this way."

Ji Qinyang looked at him vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

Baby Bear: "Hehe, let's eat crabs together!"

Xie Meng: “…”

After late autumn, Beijing started heating in mid-December. The bank was busy at the end of the year. The year ended and was about to start a good start. Xie Meng went to the property company to talk to the developers about 11 or 2 o'clock in the evening.

When he came out of the property, it was snowing outside. Xie Meng raised his collar and carried his briefcase to get the car with Chu Kanglin.

Chu Kanglin entered the bank two years earlier than him and has now taken the position of department head.

"I was having a good talk today." Chu Kanglin lit a cigarette, lowered the window, and Xie Meng sat in the passenger seat belt.

"Please take this order and your year-end bonus will be beautiful this year." Chu Kanglin turned the steering wheel and reversed. He glanced at Xie Meng and joked: "How about it, are there any plans to climb up next year?"

Xie Meng said humbly: "I have a lot to learn."

Chu Kanglin smiled: "A top student can speak." He asked Xie Meng's address and was a little surprised: "You still live near the school?"

Xie Meng nodded: "Yeah, I rented it very early?"

Chu Kanglin raised his eyebrows: "With your girlfriend?"

"No." Xie Meng added with a smile: "It was rented with friends."

Chu Kanglin said oh, and stopped asking. When Xie Meng was about to be sent to his doorstep, he saw someone standing outside the community on a heavy snowy day.

"Who is this person..." Chu Kanglin muttered.

Xie Meng narrowed his eyes and looked for a while, and suddenly said, "Mr. Chu, please let me down."

Chu Kanglin: "Where are you, don't you have to go in?"

"No need." Xie Meng had already untied his seat belt, and he said embarrassedly: "Thank you, Mr. Chu."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Chu Kanglin opened the lock of the car: "Thank you for your hard work, come on."

Xie Meng got out of the car. The snow in Beijing was not as good as that in the south. If it was too big, it would accumulate in a short while. He walked towards the entrance of the community with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Chu Kanglin sat in the car and turned on the headlights behind Xie Meng's back to shine on the road.

When Xie Meng was halfway through, he waved to the man standing at the entrance of the community.

Chu Kanglin lit a cigarette for himself. He watched Xie Meng walk to the man. The other party took off the scarf from his head, revealing his conspicuous hair color, and his face was handsome and unparalleled.

Ji Qinyang wrapped the scarf on Xie Meng's face and nodded in the direction of the car.

Chu Kanglin didn't react until both of them came out of sight. He moved his fingers and made a "hiss" sound and realized that the cigarette butt was about to burn.

Zhang Ganggang has arrived at the battlefield for almost a year and almost every month he sends an email to Xie Meng. There are not many words, but they are all photos. Some of them have seen Xie Meng in newspapers or magazines, while others have not.

Below the photo, Zhang Ganggang will occasionally note some explanations.

"There are seven or eight years old children there, and their marksmanship is better than mine." The picture shows a child holding a gun that is heavier than himself.

Zhang Ganggang sometimes complains: "The Internet is not good, I can't even read Weibo, so I have to write on the roof for emails... If a bomb falls at this time, I will finish QAQ."

"The notebook was blown up last week, and everything in the C disk was gone... Forget it, nothing is there."

Zhang Ganggang finally mentioned Han Dong in a recent letter: "Is Mr. Han okay?"

Xie Meng didn't know how to answer his question. In more than a year, Zhang Ganggang sent more and more photos, from Egypt to Syria to Israel. In recent photos in Iraq, even Xie Meng, an outsider, can see the changes in Zhang Ganggang's mood.

From the once full of vitality to cruelty and despair

Zhang Ganggu captured the ruins in the city. After the car bomb attack, the bodies placed on both sides of the road were laid with white cloth. After the artillery fire stopped, the church of prayer was quiet and sacred.

He occasionally photographs a flower or a tree, growing in gravel, or in the endless wilderness.

Xie Meng sorted out all the photos and sent them to Han Dong. He reposted Zhang Ganggang's words at the end, but the other party did not reply to the email.

It was not until the Chinese New Year approached that Han Dong had news.

"I changed jobs to Huawei." Han Dong had a video with Ji Qinyang in the afternoon, and you can see behind the scenes at the Capital Airport: "The equipment maintenance department stationed in overseas."

Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "Go to the Middle East?"

Han Dong smiled and did not deny it.

Xie Meng happened to make dumplings, he washed his hands and entered the room, and Ji Qinyang gave him the seat.

"Have you thought about it?" Xie Meng asked Han Dong.

Han Dong said: "I thought about it very early."

"Be careful." Xie Meng no longer said: "Keep in touch and remember to send an email."

"I know." Han Dong nodded, as if he was about to board the plane. Before the video ended, he looked at Xie Meng and said lightly: "I have to celebrate the New Year outside this year, so I'll say it in advance."

Xie Meng laughed: "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Han Dong waved his hand to the camera.

The day before the New Year's Eve, the band held its last New Year's Eve concert. Ji Qinyang was so busy that he almost didn't even have time to sleep. The fans who attended that day even exceeded tens of thousands.

The square rented by Ji Qinyang and his band was almost crowded. Qian Mo sang only wore a T-shirt and ran around the stage. Ji Qinyang took Xie Meng to the roof of an abandoned factory building opposite the stage.

"Just take a look here." He took a blanket and wrapped himself and Xie Meng from behind: "Fireworks will be set later."

Xie Meng listened for a while: "You wrote it?"

Ji Qinyang: "Yes."

Xie Meng: "Have you engraved the disc?"

Ji Qinyang: "It will be carved out after the New Year, and I will take it home when the time comes." He said, taking out his mobile phone to log in to Weibo. Xie Meng saw that the band's Weibo homepage had almost exceeded 3 million fans.

"Wen Tao is usually responsible for it." Ji Qinyang explained that there are new song listening and concert photos in the news, and several songs have been reposted with more than 10,000.

Xie Meng browsed the homepage for a long time and suddenly said, "You are so great."

Ji Qinyang was stunned for a moment before he understood what the other party was referring to. He kissed Xie Meng's hair on the back of his head and said with a smile: "This is nothing. You won much less bonus this year than me."

Xie Meng didn't say anything, he turned his face and kissed Ji Qinyang back on the forehead.

"By the way." Ji Qinyang remembered something. He asked Xie Meng to sit down, took a guitar on his own, adjusted the tone, and gently dialed it.

Xie Meng wrapped herself in a blanket and sat on the chair, looking at him with confusion.

Ji Qinyang hugged the guitar, cleared his throat, and said slowly: "Now is the exclusive concert time for Mr. Xie."

Xie Meng couldn't help laughing, and he raised his hands and bulged and applauded.

"Happy New Year." Ji Qinyang whispered while playing the guitar: "I love you, Mr. Xie."

That night, on the roof, Ji Qinyang sang more than ten songs alone for Xie Meng, all of which the band had never sang before.

When we sang the last song, fireworks were set off in the square below, and the bright light and shadow illuminated the sky on the winter night in Beijing.

Xie Meng lowered his head, and he looked at Ji Qinyang who was singing quietly with his legs crossed in front of him.
Chapter completed!