When Chi Xueyan woke up, the dim light in the bedroom gently poured into the field of vision, with a gentle light blue shadow, like the haze in the morning.
Trapped in the comfortable quilt, he closed his eyes lazily and rested for a while. Until he was completely awake, he reached out to touch the mobile phone he had left on the bedside table last night.
On the lock screen full of new messages, the time is displayed at 10 a.m.
Chi Xueyan was a little surprised.
He thought it was still a dark morning, but he didn't expect to sleep for so long.
I can only blame the bedroom curtains for the good light-blocking effect.
...However, he didn't think he fell asleep after taking a shower last night, and he would remember to draw the curtains before going to bed.
Chi Xueyan's eyes crossed the tightly closed curtains and fell on the roses on the table. The shirt he casually threw on the chair was not messy at all, but was neatly folded.
It can only be Heqiao.
When there are no outsiders, he is also a very careful person.
Chi Xueyan subconsciously looked to the right.
The other side of the bed is empty, the sheets are still flat, the temperature is slightly cool, and it seems that no one has slept.
So he slept alone in the master bedroom all night.
This bed is really comfortable.
I hope the big bed he chose is also so comfortable.
Chi Xueyan got up to wash, changed his clothes and walked out of the room.
The room was quiet, and the sun shone on all the colorful colors in the house, and the warm atmosphere was silent.
The door of the bedroom belonging to Heqiao is closed, and there is no movement inside. The owner of the room seems to be still sleeping.
Chi Xueyan looked surprised and then lightened her steps.
He thought that He Qiao would wake up early. After all, he had a good rest the night before the wedding, unlike him.
I don't know what time He Qiao went to bed last night.
He walked to the kitchen, where the seasonings and common food were complete, like a home that had opened up a warm life.
Chi Xueyan plans to cook something to eat casually to fool himself.
When he was at home, he always had an aunt who specialized in cooking. She was very good at craftsmanship. She rarely cooked for a family of three, so he could only make some simple things, and the taste was not bad.
Thinking of this, Chi Xueyan suddenly missed the food cooked by Aunt Ling.
There are no people to cook or clean in the new house for the time being. The elders mentioned it, but the two of them refused with an excuse.
Because of the inconvenience, if outsiders are always present, they may accidentally expose each other's real relationship at the moment of forgetting to cover up.
I haven't thought about how to solve this problem.
In a word, he is not very good at cooking and is too lazy to cook.
Chi Xueyan couldn't help sighing.
Why don't we go home for dinner tonight?
When the hour hand reached eleven o'clock, the door of Heqiao finally opened.
At that time, Chi Xueyan was reading a book on the sofa. A newly unpacked detective novel was moved from his home earlier.
This wedding room on the first day is full of daily details, as mothers imagined in advance.
He heard the movement of the door, looked over, and then couldn't help laughing.
After washing up, He Qiao changed into a very homely short sleeve, which was Chi Xueyan's favorite casual look.
But the person in front of him feels different from usual. He is not the one who pretends to be gentle and naive, nor is he actually calm and rational.
He Qiao stood at the door of the room, looking at the carefully decorated house. The thick sunlight lit up the vision in an instant, and the straight side face was wrapped in the warm midsummer sun pouring in from the window, which looked very warm.
He seemed to smell the faint aroma of food floating in the air, so he subconsciously looked in the direction of the kitchen, with a real soft clarity in his eyes.
It may also be a loss because I didn't get enough sleep.
Chi Xueyan, who was inexplicably pleased by this picture, greeted him with a smile: "Good afternoon, did you have insomnia yesterday?"
He Qiao came back to his senses, looked sideways at him, and replied slowly, "A little bit."
Then the response to the greeting: "Good afternoon."
There is a slight hoarseness in the voice that has just woken up.
I don't know why, Chi Xueyan wanted to laugh more and more. He smiled and bent his eyebrows, and threw the book aside.
Now he doesn't want to read cold-style detective novels.
Chi Xueyan picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, and randomly found a TV series to watch.
Today is Sunday. In the past, when he was at home on weekends, it was like this.
Do whatever you want and do whatever you want.
"There are sandwiches in the kitchen. You can put them on first."
Chi Xueyan shook the remote control in her hand, as if she was exchanging food for her lover: "Don't watch the news, okay?"
When he fooled himself, he also prepared one for He Qiao, who was still sleeping.
It can be regarded as an expression of friendly politeness to roommates.
He Qiao saw the sandwich that looked a little sloppy, served on a beautiful plate. The soft toast was sandwiched with ham and meat, and there were no relatively complicated fried eggs and tomato slices, but it still looked delicious.
While walking to the kitchen, he replied in a warm voice, "Okay."
I won't watch the news today.
There is a lively plot on the large-screen TV in the living room. The light and shadow of the screen flashes, the sound flows everywhere, and the beautiful fireplace beside it becomes an elegant decoration in summer.
Chi Xueyan still sat lazily on the sofa, looking at the screen, and a fourth-order Rubik's Cube was being copied in her hand. She didn't know whether she was taking the TV series as the background sound or playing with the Rubik's Cube as a walnut.
He also casually chatted with He Qiao.
"Go out for dinner later, or order takeaway?"
"Do you have a restaurant you want to go to?" He Qiao asked, "Or you can eat at home."
In order to avoid misunderstanding, he quickly added, "I can cook, and the taste should be okay."
The problem of three meals was suddenly solved. Chi Xueyan couldn't help turning her head and looking at him, saying with praise: "I'm not picky about food."
He Qiao bought vegetables on his mobile phone. While waiting for delivery, he sat at the other end of the sofa and peeled grapefruit.
There are many fresh fruits in the kitchen. He chose the most refreshing fruit, which is suitable for pre-meal fruit.
Chi Xueyan, who was beside him, once again had finished the magic cube in his hand. He was about to put it aside and do something else. As if he was reminded by the Rubik's Cube, he turned his head coldly and asked He Qiao, "What's that man called Fang?"
He thought of Fang Shier again.
The delicate clock on the wall just made a light beep, from the number eleven to twelve, and noon was coming.
"What's the way?"
"What's the name of the person who fought with you?"
In the noisy voice of the TV series, He Qiao, who was concentrating on peeling grapefruit, seemed to hear it clearly and asked blankly, "What?"
"..." Chi Xueyan gave up saying a roundabout order to him, and his tone was very casual, "Forget it, it doesn't matter, just think of it as what he is calling."
He Qiao withdrew his gaze from the clock, and the movement of his hand remained unchanged: "Eat grapefruit?"
"Is it sour?"
"It's not sour, it's very sweet."
Chi Xueyan put down the Rubik's Cube and took it happily: "Thank you."
The silky grapefruit meat is indeed fresh and long sweet.
The lunch served soon after was also particularly delicious.
Although he is basically not picky about food, he always has a preference for the flavor of food.
The dishes cooked by He Qiao are unexpectedly suitable for his taste.
The next time will be spent peacefully.
Chi Xueyan picked up the detective novel again, read who the murderer was at the end, and then found the latest horror movie to watch. On the way, he went out to help his friend a favor.
He Qiao, who had just come into contact with the family business, had a lot of reports to read, but after feeling tired, he put down his work and watched horror movies with Chi Xueyan.
At night, they had dinner in a well-known restaurant nearby, walked side by side after dinner, took a rest after returning home, and walked into their respective rooms.
Under the same roof, both of them are doing their own things and occasionally intersect.
The atmosphere is a relaxed and harmonious day.
It's so easy that there seems to be no trace of ambiguous bondage.
Because the play has come to an end.
The next morning, the two went out separately.
The dental clinic works early, and the media company works an hour later.
In the early morning, when He Qiao walked out of the room, Chi Xueyan had just finished the sandwich and was changing his shoes at the porch.
The used tableware has been washed and put back into the bowl rack. Fresh drops of water gently flowed through the brightly colored porcelain plate. The lover said goodbye to him as usual: "Goon, I'll go first."
Immediately, he turned around and left.
We have to live in the same room on weekends. On weekdays, the forced necessity disappears, and the physical sense of getting along becomes sure.
There is no need to inform each other about the arrangement of leisure time.
Have breakfast at different times, go out to work, and drive in different directions.
The road is full of traffic, the sound is noisy, and the traffic lights are changing and flashing.
He Qiao in the back seat could not see the dazzling red light in front of him. He was holding a stack of documents in his hand.
In the rare stillness, his eyes only brushed past the dense words, and his thoughts fluctuated.
Two dried flower-scented buns were put in the car one after and after.
The faint fragrance of roses that has been lingering in it, until the car drove into the underground parking lot of the office building, He Qiao did not finish reading the first paragraph of the report at hand.
He took the elevator upstairs alone and walked into the floor where Wanjia Media was located.
The company is about to relocate, and the new office building opposite the clinic has begun to be renovated.
Along the way, employees took the initiative to say hello to him and congratulated him on his wedding with a smile.
Although the younger Mr. He has no experience, he is quite serious and attentive to the company's big and small affairs, and will ask questions one by one.
Compared with He Xiao, who was unusually busy before, he spent more energy on this small subsidiary.
Moreover, the new Mr. He respects the original senior employees very much. He does not interfere with the affairs of the department that is already in normal operation. When making decisions, he will carefully listen to the opinions of his subordinates. He can be said to be the perfect boss.
Therefore, in the eyes of employees, this management change is not a bad thing.
They were also worried that the airborne President Xinhe would be the kind of rich second generation who would take business as a child's play.
After all, the first decision he made after taking over Wanjia Media was to choose the new office location opposite his lover's company, which once scared everyone to death.
The secretary who was waiting at the door on time came up and took the folder in He Qiao's hand, and also did not forget to bless the newly married boss.
He Qiao responded gently and walked to his office with her.
The secretary attended the wedding, and there was still a trace of dreaminess in his voice: "Mr. He, that was really the most romantic wedding I have ever seen. You and your husband must have a very good relationship, but it's a pity that the wedding site was not allowed to be reported..."
This time, He Qiao did not respond.
Just passing by a small conference room, he looked away and glanced inside by chance, but suddenly slowed down.
There were two people chatting inside. One was a senior employee of the music department, and the other was wearing a pair of thick glasses. He was dressed very ordinary, even gloomy, and his demeanor was a little reserved.
He Qiao has met him.
The young man who was responsible for communicating with the foreign band throughout the wedding.
The sound of the two people talking came from the half-closed door.
The employee's tone was quite special and slow: "...It will take a few days to reply to you, but I'm quite surprised that you brought the tape here today."
The other person has a very unique tone, with the sadness of meeting an old friend in his tone: "I didn't expect that I could get out of this step. Maybe I suddenly realized that life can also be like that."
The sound of conversation gently floated into the corridor.
The secretary noticed the gaze of the boss and took the initiative to say, "This is a singer who brought the DEMO today. He is talking to the teacher in the music department. They have cooperated before."
There was no emotion in He Qiao's voice: "What's his name?"
"Duan Ruo." When she answered, she showed a trace of regret, "I don't know if you have heard his song. It's a pity to say that a few years ago, he..."
Hearing this familiar name, He Qiao's steps finally stopped completely. The sunlight branded a shadow on the side of the angular face, and his eyes became dark and unclear.
He knows this person and knows the past that the secretary is going to tell.
After Duan Ruo became a famous singer with unlimited beauty, his past ups and downs naturally became widely spread news.
Duan Ruo is another protagonist in the story.
But he should not have appeared in this place at this time.
It shouldn't even look like this.
Duan Ruo in He Qiao's memory doesn't wear glasses. He usually treats people kindly and has a soft temperament. As soon as he holds the microphone, he seems to have changed. He shows confidence, which is completely different from the ordinary cowardice at the moment.
So at the wedding that day, he just vaguely felt that the man was a little familiar. He subconsciously took a few more glances, but he didn't recognize him.
Now Duan Ruo should still be caught in a complex dispute with the former agency. He lost the right to publish songs in his own name. For this, he was depressed for a long time and could only do some other work related to music for a living.
It is not a new story to be a talented singer-songwriter who trusts others and a former partner with disgrameful means.
Later, he finally cheered up and litigated with his partners he had trusted and relied on, while taking risks to start singing and singing again. After becoming famous, he collaborated with Wanjia Media on an advertising song, and thus met He Xiao.
Duan Ruo is a talented creator and a singer with a talented voice, but he has been trapped in a marsh of mistakes for a long time.
And now, he has the courage to break free from the quagmire in advance.
Wanjia Media also reached Heqiao.
Strange fate.
The secretary's voice attracted the attention of the people in the room. Seeing He Qiao standing at the door, the staff of the music department and Duan Ruo got up almost at the same time.
The secretary was about to introduce the boss around him, but Duan Ruo took the initiative to say to He Qiao, "I've seen you."
His expression was slightly excited, and his speed became faster, with gratitude and happiness: "I want to say thank you, although you may not know me."
"I attended the wedding on Saturday, and I was the staff of the band." He was a little incoherent, "But it doesn't matter... I just want to say that I'm lucky to witness this wedding."
In fact, Duan Ruo has a lot to say, about many songs he has written but can't sing in the past few years, about the unrestrained and freedom seen in the crowd, and about another kind of life.
But in front of the stranger, he held back and left only his sincere thanks: "I'm sorry, I won't waste your time. I wish you a happy wedding."
The president of the company listened quietly with his usual look, then gently nodded to accept the blessing, said thank you, and continued to the office.
The singer, who was still gloomy, did not reveal the words hidden in his heart, but the moment he associated the young man at the wedding with Duan Ruo, He Qiao guessed it.
It's because of the snow and flames in the pool.
The turning of the path of life often requires some opportunities.
He didn't know what was the opportunity for Duan Ruo to take this step in the book, but the premature opportunity in front of him was actually his wedding with Chi Xueyan.
This was beyond He Qiao's expectation.
He sat down at the wide desk and began to deal with today's work.
The secretary brought the DEMO, and He Qiao was silent for a moment before asking her to play it.
It's the song in memory.
The moving melody and unique voice flowed in the quiet office.
It reminded him of the figure who was in high spirits on the stage later.
At this moment, He Qiao suddenly found that there was actually a little shadow of Chi Xueyan on Duan Ruo, who finally became a famous singer in the future.
Although there is no wedding that affected his fate in the book, what he wants to be in and out of the book is always a person like Chi Xueyan, who is free to be ostentious, not afraid of the eyes of others, and dares to break free from the shackles.
The difference is that Duan Ruo only changed later, while Chi Xueyan was born like this.
Did Lu Siyi realize the shadow?
It was "Chi Xueyan" who forcibly pryed open his feelings, which changed the trajectory of his life. Even though there were many twists and turns later, which made him deeply hate the other party, that person left an indelible impact on his life after all.
Thinking of this, He Qiao lowered his eyes and gently buttoned the pen cap.
He can't be sure.
But in any case, there is another urgent problem between him and Chi Xueyan that needs to be dealt with together.
After all, they are partners who keep the same secret and are destined to stand on the same side forever.
Partner.
He put the cold pen aside.
Outside the window of the office, there are endless vehicles on the road, and hurried people on the street are waiting to pass.
Time passed slowly, and the red light finally turned into a green light.
More and more pedestrians gathered, and finally they were able to walk forward quickly, like a dense tide rushing to the other side without looking back.
During the lunch break, He Qiao dialed Chi Xueyan.
The phone was connected quickly.
"Are you free now?" He called him, "Xiaochi."
"After dealing with colleagues, I just sat down." Chi Xueyan sounded very quiet. She should be alone in the office. "What's the matter?"
"I met a man today. He is..."
Halfway through the words, He Qiao stopped. It's rare that he didn't know how to describe it.
The trajectory of each character is no longer the same as in the book.
Suddenly, he didn't want to use words such as the protagonist or rival to describe Duan Ruo, and he didn't want to mention Lu Siyi.
In a short silence, Chi Xueyan on the other end of the phone seemed to have a heart to heart with him. In a moment, he took the initiative to ask, "Have you met another protagonist in the book, my rival, the person Lu Siyi likes?"
"..." He Qiao paused and then said in response, "Hmm."