Don't think I'm just a sheep

It was the first time to experience this kind of thing, Zhuo Yijing grabbed the red envelope, didn't accept it, didn't accept it, and looked at Liang Yusheng at a loss.

"According to the rules, the elders should give it when they meet for the first time, so keep it."

"Thank you uncle."

"Don't be so cautious. If you're not used to it, you can still call me Bernard. I'm not much older than this brat." Seeing that he was too nervous, He Yanqing comforted him after sitting back in the chair.

"No, no, I... I'll get used to it."

After Liang Yusheng asked the waiter to serve the dishes, he turned around and patted his head, "Uncle is your fan, you can make regular appointments in the future, and get used to the address by the way."

"Yeah, I also listened to the new song you released last night. It's very good. It's a completely different audio-visual experience. So is it true that the style of the new album is going to change?"

The topic returned to Zhuo Yijing's familiar music, and he finally relaxed a little, "Well, this album is ten love songs."

Most singers are used to mixing several different genres in each album, so that the listeners will not be prone to listening fatigue, but Zhuo Yijing is different. Since his debut, all his albums have followed the path of sadness and melancholy, which is very pure.

Although the style of this album has changed, it is still the same as before. An album still only uses one mood. He can sing to the end in such a mood. He also hopes that the audience can be more easily attracted by this sweet atmosphere. Infect.

"Love songs~" He Yanqing smiled deeper, with a knowing expression, "Do you have to write all the songs in this album yourself?"

"This album is called "Love Letter". There will be five ancient style songs, five modern ones, and five modern ones written by myself. The ancient style uses words and phrases left by one of my family members. I asked Teacher Hong Wen to compose the music."

Hearing the word 'family', Liang Yusheng's heart tightened. Now he understands that Zhuo Yijing's family can only be one person - Zhuo Lin.

He Yanqing didn't think much about it, thinking that the family members meant the parents and elders, and said in surprise: "The words and sentences left by the family members? Then your family members are quite sensible."

"Yeah, he used to be a scholar full of knowledge, but he never had the opportunity to do what he liked. He was trapped in the business field all his life, so You Ai expressed his emotions in this way, and he left a lot of love letters. Picked a few."

When Zhuo Yijing was talking, Liang Yusheng kept looking at him, seeing his high spirits and the starlight in his eyes, that was the unique expression every time Zhuo Lin was mentioned.

The hands under the table slowly clenched into fists, but Liang Yusheng didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and stopped looking.

He Yanqing and Zhuo Yijing chatted about the new album for a while, seeing that Liang Yusheng didn't interrupt, he quickly changed the topic and talked about Liang Yusheng's childhood fun.

The meal was quite enjoyable, and Zhuo Yijing was no longer so nervous afterward.

After the meal, the waiter pushed an exquisite cake, but Zhuo Yijing, who had just eaten, got up and whispered in Liang Yusheng's ear, "Forget about last night, let's do it again."

After speaking, he went to sit down in front of the playing piano placed in the center of the restaurant.

Tonight Liang Yusheng booked the venue, and there were no other guests in the restaurant except them. Zhuo Yijing opened the pure white piano cover and asked the manager on the side to help adjust the microphone. Played and sang in a cheerful tone.

"Before, I was too busy with work. This is the first time I heard Ah Jing's performance live. It's a blessing to Yusheng." When he walked back to his seat, He Yanqing smiled.

Zhuo Yijing was originally sitting on the inside by the window, but after walking over, Liang Yusheng didn't stand up to let him pass, but met his puzzled gaze, and pulled him onto his lap.

"Is my name in the song?" Last night, Liang Yusheng paid attention to the emotion in the song, but didn't pay much attention to the words. He listened to it again and realized, "Good days, beautiful sounds, and love with you every season, the light and shadow deeply imprinted in my mind." . ' Isn't it the homonym of 'Liang Yusheng' when you connect the beginning of each sentence?

Zhuo Yijing struggled for a while but didn't break away, she was so ashamed and angry, she said angrily in a low voice, "Uncle is still here."

"It's okay, it's okay, pretend I don't exist, or I go out to smoke a cigarette?" He Yanqing rested his chin and looked at the two calmly.

When he first heard that his nephew's partner was Zhuo Yijing, he had doubts, and felt that it was difficult to link the two people together, but sitting opposite them, feeling the silent tacit understanding and intimacy between them, only then did he realize I really think too much about myself.

Love has never had anything to do with the past, and there is no such thing as whether it is suitable or not. There are two people in front of you, one with bright eyes and beautiful brows, who is amazingly talented, and the other is dignified, calm and calm. Rao He Yanqing, who has seen countless handsome male models, has to admit that such a The picture is really eye-catching.

Liang Yusheng refused to let go, Zhuo Yijing had no choice but to let He Yanqing go out, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "You let go first, I'll light a candle for your cake."

"I can't light it if I hug you?" Liang Yusheng took out his lighter and put it in his hand, "It's my birthday today, just let me hug you for a while."

"Okay, okay, your birthday is your biggest." Zhuo Yijing had no choice but to grit her teeth and leaned over to put a candle in this position, "Make a wish."

"What about the birthday song?"

……

Now before Zhuo Yijing could speak, He Yanqing had already laughed out loud, "Yu Sheng, if I remember correctly, you haven't let us sing birthday songs on your birthday since you were ten years old. What, the more you live, the more you go back?"

"Can you sing the same song as my Ah Jing?" Liang Yusheng snorted, confidently saying, "Ah Jing is the king of heaven, how many people can make the king sing birthday song himself?"

In order to prevent Liang Yusheng from saying more words that would make him want to bury himself, Zhuo Yijing hurriedly interrupted him: "I sing and I sing."

After coughing to relieve his emotions, he began to sing the birthday song earnestly, one in Chinese and one in English. After singing, Liang Yusheng finally let him go, and blew out the candles over his shoulder in the posture of hugging him.

"Hey, you haven't made a wish yet!"

"No more." Liang Yusheng held Zhuo Yijing's hand tightly, and smiled in his ear, "I've got what I want."

He Yanqing stretched out his finger and tapped twice on the table, "It's almost done. If you two do this again, I will call the police. Dog abuse is also a crime, you know?"

Only then did Liang Yusheng restrain himself, and let Zhuo Yijing sit back in his seat with a smile.

The three of them ate the cake, and He Yanqing got up and said, "It's getting late, so I won't disturb the world of the two of you."

"Let's go out together, we should go home too, Ah Jing still has work tomorrow."

He Yanqing laughed at him, "You are really inseparable from Ah Jing now, and you look like a wife and slave."

"Wife slaves are wife slaves, what's the big deal." Ever since Liang Yusheng knew that He Yanqing liked Zhuo Yijing's songs, out of a man's instinctive possessive desire, he wanted to stick Zhuo Yijing to himself in front of He Yanqing. One or two sentences are completely indifferent, "You envy you and find one too, Ah Jing is mine."

"Yes, yours, yours, and I won't rob you. Do you know how popular your Ah Jing is? You have so many serious rivals in love, so don't be jealous of me here."

Zhuo Yijing watched the bickering between their uncle and nephew all the way, and she could see that the relationship between the two was very close, and she didn't interrupt, following Liang Yusheng quietly and obediently.

The two sent He Yanqing to the car all the way, and walked slowly back to their own car after his car drove away from the parking lot.

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After Liang Yusheng's birthday, the relationship between them seemed to be closer. Zhuo Yijing had been waiting for Liang Yusheng's confession, because Liang Yusheng said at that time that if he found himself in love with him, he would definitely tell the truth.

Zhuo Yijing thought that day would not be too far away, but this waited from March to June. Seeing that the next day will be the one-year agreement between the two, there is no movement on Liang Yusheng's side.

Liang Yusheng was busy preparing for a new play, and he still maintained an image of being single to the outside world. Even Liu Xiyue didn't know the relationship between the two.

Zhuo Yijing felt as if he was floating on the sea in a narrow canoe. The coastline in front of him seemed very close, but he couldn't reach it no matter what. It can overturn him and drown him in this vast sea.

And the recording of the new song, which was supposed to be very smooth that day, could not be completed smoothly because of the ups and downs of his mood.

Zhuo Yijing took off the earphones, greeted the recording teacher and left the recording studio.

Jiang Lizhi had some personal matters to deal with, so he sent him here and left. He stood alone in the empty corridor, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. For the second time in his life, he had the urge to smoke ...

Just as he was thinking, a smell of smoke wafted over him. He raised his eyes to the balcony at the end, and the man standing there also happened to look at him, and both of them were taken aback.

"Senior Liu? What a coincidence, you're here too." Zhuo Yijing was the first to react, greeted and walked over.

The person standing there was none other than Liu Xiyue. Speaking of which, JL Recording Building and Bai Qi are in a cooperative relationship. It is not surprising to meet Liu Xiyue here.

"A Jing, you are too polite. What kind of senior do you call me? You are friends with Yi Yi and Yu Sheng. You can just call me Xiyue." Half smoked, "I'm here to record a commercial single, are you here to record a new album?"

"Well, I'm a bit out of shape, come out and rest for a while."

"It turns out that when you professional singers can't find your status, I'm much more comforted by saying this." Liu Xiyue joked.

"Of course there will be, how about you? Is the recording finished or hasn't started yet?"

"After recording twice, the effect was not good. The recording teacher explained the details to me, which made me feel sleepy. No, come out and smoke a cigarette to wake up."

Zhuo Yijing felt embarrassed when he said that, "Then you smoke. Although I don't smoke, I'm not that sensitive to the smell of smoke."

"Okay." Liu Xiyue was really sleepy, knowing that Zhuo Yijing didn't mind, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, but after thinking about it, he took it back, "Forget it, smoking is a temporary solution, not the root cause, I'd better go to the lounge on the top floor to rest For a while, so as not to be in a worse state when recording again."

"That's right. Smoking hurts your throat. Then you go to rest. I'm about to go back and continue."

After Liu Xiyue left, Zhuo Yijing's eyes turned to the cigarette butt that had just been snuffed out on the trash can. He didn't smoke himself, so he wasn't familiar with cigarettes, but he knew the cigarette case that Liu Xiyue took out just now.

CIGARONNE, Liang Yu's light soy sauce is also this type.

The smell of CIGARONNE is not particularly strong, giving people a low-key and gentlemanly feeling, but this cigarette is not popular in China. Before today, Zhuo Yijing had only seen it at Liang Yusheng.

Liu Xiyue was the second person he knew who smoked this kind of cigarette, or Liu Xiyue was the first, and Liang Yusheng only started smoking this kind of cigarette because of Liu Xiyue.

Zhuo Yijing closed his eyes a little lonely, yes, this smoke is too small, so small that he can't even lie to himself that it's just a coincidence...