Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Six: Qiongyao Rewarded with Mu Tao
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"Ding dong~"
A clear but not harsh doorbell rang from the main building of the courtyard, followed immediately by another:
"Ding dong~"
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"It's more convenient to have it in the studio, but of course, for a person like me, I won't agree to install a visual visitor dialogue system in the bedroom."
Secretly complaining about his "predecessor", Yan Qing returned to the master bedroom on the second floor from the practice room covered in stinky sweat. Yan Qing, who had just finished taking a shower, put on a base layer vest, and tried to look out at the small building from the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom.
outside.
"I can't see... I guess it's Hou in front of the gate. It's past ten o'clock in the evening. Who could it be? There is a fingerprint access control in the inner courtyard. Is there anyone from the construction company in the backyard?"
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"Ding dong~"
The doorbell is still ringing.
"Ding dong~"
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Fifty-two days have passed since Yan Qing returned "home" on August 11, and the doorbell of the main building has never rang at night.
Miao Miao arranged for a cleaning company to send people to the house three times a week to ensure that the building was neat and clean, but they never came to the door at night.
"Who else would attack me at night at this time..."
"Coming!"
Picking up the pajamas ironed and spread at the end of the bed, Yan Qing responded as if it was a reflex. In fact, he also knew that the sound insulation effect of the room was very good, and most people outside could not hear the sound.
He put on his pajamas and was about to go downstairs. When he passed the cloakroom, Yan Qing thought about it, went in and opened a cupboard door. He took out a long-sleeved pajama and put it on his hand from the neatly classified underwear.
"Ding dong~"
Finally, Yan Qing, who is tall and long-legged, rushed to the entrance courtyard and pressed the access control switch when the doorbell rang for the third time.
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Meow's witty saying: "...I like to hang out in the showroom intermittently during the day, stay in the practice room in the evening, and eat nothing all day long."
Yaci murmured in her sleep: "...Meow meow, isn't Brother Qing's condition much better? He must be taking a shower at this point~"
Meow's witty words: "I know, I just suddenly missed the past. At that time, I took the late night snack and kept ringing the doorbell, forcing him... Brother Qing'er!"
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"It turns out that Xiaomiao and Lao Zhang...didn't they have their fingerprints recorded...they are very particular..."
The electric sliding door had just opened a crack, and Yan Qing heard the conversation coming from outside.
"Intermittent daze, what about the cycle? Qiuli ointment! Keep talking, little meow!"
After receiving strange information, Yan Qing felt a strong sense of disgust in his heart:
"The response speed of this electric door is too fast! High technology is really useless..."
The reaction on his hands was also very fast. Yan Qing, who had already put on long-sleeved pajamas, used the voice-activated sensor light in the entrance courtyard to look at the two beautiful girls, one tall and one small, standing pretty at the door, with three emotions on his face.
A confused expression.
"They have never been to my place, let alone late at night... Three points should be appropriate, right?"
"Brother Qing, I didn't bother you, did I?"
Zhang Yameng wrung her hands and smiled innocently: "I was the one who persuaded Meow Meow to come to you."
"It's okay...come in and talk."
With a gentle smile, Yan Qing took two steps back. Because Miao Miao had already jumped over with joy, he stepped aside without leaving any trace.
"Mr. Meow also has a bag in his hand..."
"Lao Zhang, change your shoes~"
Yan Yan smiled and Miao Miao opened the shoe cabinet in the entrance garden and found two pairs of small size slippers.
After getting organized, she changed her shoes and entered the house, then turned on the ceiling light in the open area, and the first floor was completely lit up.
"You see, Lao Zhang, he really doesn't have any electrical appliances here. He looks at the refrigerator and sings..."
Putting the reusable shopping bag on the sofa, Miao Miao complained to Lao Zhang about Yan Qing in a sweet voice.
"Hey, where's the gramophone I gave you, Brother Qing?"
Turning her head to stare at Yan Qing eagerly, Miao Miao bit her lip in grievance, and thick layers of mist slowly accumulated in her crystal clear eyes.
"That British-made KEF gramophone is not cheap... The studio didn't make much money before. No wonder Miao Miao, a pretty girl, doesn't have two luxury goods... My father and brother are really incompetent."
With a look of shame on his face, Yan Qing explained in a low voice: "I haven't been sleeping well recently, so you moved me into the bedroom some time ago."
"That's it. It's a big improvement. I told you to put it on the second floor if you didn't agree, but it's not..."
Unexpected and pleasantly surprised, Miao Miao covered her mouth and snickered, her two little tiger teeth showing proudly: "It smells so good!"
As if striking while the iron is hot, she winked at Zhang Yameng.
Immediately understanding, Zhang Yameng picked up the environmentally friendly shopping bag on the sofa. She took out a rectangular black leather case from it and handed it to Yan Qing: "Here, Brother Qing, this is what Xiaomiao and I have prepared for you."
Yan Qing reached out and took it. The leather case made of lambskin felt very comfortable in his hand. He had a suspicion in his heart and pretended to be stupid and said blankly: "A book of music scores?"
"no!"
Looking forward to Yan Qing's reaction, Miao Miao turned into a rattle: "Lao Zhang said you would smell really good~"
Yan Qing slowly unbuckled the buckle, and what he pulled out of the leather case was indeed a 12.9-inch Pad Pro. He was ecstatic:
"After fifty days of forbearance, I finally reaped the rewards today!"
"Tsk? This..."
Yan Qing turned over the pad pro that reflected the silver metallic texture in his hand, drooping his eyelids, he pursed his lips and tskted, laughing at himself: "It seems that I am annoying Lao Zhang..."
"No, Brother Qing, I'm just afraid of you..."
Putting her hands behind her back, Zhang Yameng looked at Yan Qing generously and explained: "Sometimes it's not convenient for me to get it. After all, you never step foot into the dormitory building."
"There is no wireless LAN here, and I don't know if my machine king can turn on a hotspot?"
Without lighting up the screen, Yan Qing was calculating, but his expression was hesitant: "However, this music arrangement app is indeed quite practical."
Miao Miaoruan Nuonuo, who didn't know what was going on in Yan Qing's mind, advised: "That's right. Didn't Sister Qing still say that you have a new song in the afternoon and that you need to make a third version of the demo?"
"Brother Qing, we have all noticed..."
With a bright smile, Zhang Yameng said as tactfully as possible: "You are... trying your best to overcome some of the... shadows of the past... I heard Miao Miao said that you are much better than before..."
"Brother Qing'er, that's what you think..."
Picking up Zhang Yameng, Miao Miaojiao said naively: "We left this pad here. You can borrow it when you need it."
"Listen to you!"
Yan Qing stuffed the pad pro back into its leather case and put it down casually. His eyes were filled with emotion and shame. He sighed: "I've always been too stubborn and couldn't turn that corner."
After her superb acting skills, a voice in Yan Qing's heart screamed: "Such a good girl, if you don't treat them well, how can you still have the law?"
"The app store is logged in with my account. Meow Meow has downloaded some commonly used software for you. Brother Qing, you all know the password~"
Zhang Yameng took Miao Miao, who was holding her arm, and took two steps forward: "One more thing, didn't Director Li come over from Shanghai this afternoon?"
"Lao Zhang was also made a little speechless by the two of us..."
In a good mood, she started to look at some of the furnishings at Yan Qing's place again. Miao Miao asked casually: "Didn't we say there were three things before we went out?"
Her expression was slightly condensed, her eyes were hesitant and seemed to be struggling. Finally, Zhang Yameng took over the first half of Mr. Miao's sentence: "There is no way, combined with the context of the "Moonlight" crew, it is too brainwashing~"
"Lao Zhang has also hidden some secrets. Looking at her attitude, do you want to reveal it? She should also know that I have guessed it, so what else is unspeakable..."
Qiqiao Linglong's heart changed, and Yan Qing rushed to the sofa next to him and said with his lips: "Let's sit down and say, what do you two want to drink?"
Just after inspecting the other furnishings in the open area, everything was as usual. After hearing Yan Qing's words, Miao Miao suddenly let go of Zhang Yameng's hand and ran directly to the wine cabinet and refrigerator. She excitedly left: "I'll do it, I'll give it to you."
Lao Zhang showed off his hands."
"Sit down, Lao Zhang, you are not as free and easy as before...remember we talked..."
With gentle and quiet eyes, Yan Qing had a faint smile on his lips, and his slightly hoarse voice was just right: "Children only show vulnerability, adults are trying their best to pretend to be cool..."
"Everything is fate. No one needs pity. You see, I am still a bit like before."
Sitting down next to Yan Qing, Zhang Yameng's thoughts were crystal clear. She timidly laughed at herself: "Now that I think about it, these words are quite ironic... This world... is not worth it..."
"Many people will be tortured by guilt because of having secret relationships... But in my eyes, what you are trying to hide is actually very bright..."
Her eyes were clear and pure, and Yan Qing's tone was gentle and calm: "Love is the attitude of one soul towards another soul...it has nothing to do with gender."
The sound is loud, the elephant is invisible, and Yan Qing's explanation makes Zhang Yameng feel as if he is holding a stove on a winter night, and his whole person feels warm.
"I have realized that the universe is vast, and I especially pity the green grass and trees..."
Looking back, she spied on Miao Miao, who was almost lying in the refrigerator, and smiled sweetly at Yan Qing. Zhang Yameng was relieved: "Brother Qing, thank you."
"It's just that my secret is darker and more difficult to tell..."
After clicking the button, Yan Qing found a more comfortable and relaxed sitting position on the sofa. He thoughtfully changed the subject: "Lao Zhang, what did you say... what did you say about Director Li's coming..."
Withdrawing her sparkling eyes and taking a few deep breaths, Zhang Yameng adjusted herself and then said softly: "In the afternoon, Director Li and Sister Bing had a few chats about the National Day holiday program arrangements. Sister Bing meant that she wanted to take advantage of the dream.
My sister’s school is on holiday, so I’m going to record another script-based program.”
Looking at the shape of Zhang Yameng's ball head, Yan Qing recalled Weng Huaijing's opening video for no reason. With his heart swaying, he blurted out: "I have prepared some scripts here."
Zhang Yameng raised her head with a sullen face, and turned her gaze towards Yan Qing.
Putting on an awkward yet polite smile, Yan Qing regretted in her heart: "I was too anxious, Lao Zhang would definitely be able to tell that something was wrong."
"Brother Qing, your secret is actually very bright!"
Zhang Yameng suddenly couldn't hold back her laughter and looked back. When Miao Miao entered the tea room with an ice bucket and a few bottles of foreign wine, she whispered: "I can see that you still love sister.
Although I usually hide it well."
"It's not as simple as you think..."
Yan Qing could only scratch his head and laugh.
"What Director Li means is that he plans to take a normal seven-day holiday. Most of the staff of our program team are sent from Shanghai by Pearl TV..."
Giving Qiong Yao a peach in return, Zhang Yameng's teasing was also limited. She continued to the topic: "Brother Qing, several other programs are recorded in Shanghai. There is no such problem. In fact, everyone is fine. After all, we usually
You can take some days off during the week…”
From time to time, Zhang Yameng secretly glanced at the changes in Yan Qing's expression, and unknowingly changed the standard leaning posture into a more comfortable one with two legs.
"It's now very convenient to travel between the imperial capital and Shanghai, and no one complained when we were able to record a program during the Mid-Autumn Festival last time."
After going through a lot of back and forth, Zhang Yameng completely relaxed.
“Come on, authentic mao livehouse cocktail craftsmanship, three cups of Long Island ice tea...”
At this time, Miao Miao walked steadily from the tea room with a tray, and when she stopped by the coffee table, she sang softly: "Lao Zhang is yours, Brother Qing'er is yours, this cup is mine, hehe, it's been a long time"
It has not been adjusted."
"Brother Qing? Long Island ice tea?"
Zhang Yameng looked at the three cups of black tea-like cocktails, then glanced at Yan Qing.
Can't wait to pick up the special octagonal cup, Miao Miao gently bit the straw and explained: "This is the only alcoholic drink that Brother Qing'er occasionally drinks at home. It's okay. I made this cup lighter for him."
Only Yan Qing noticed Zhang Yameng’s mouth movement of “new york”.
"Lao Zhang is so smart...but my habit must have something to do with New York and her."
With eyes drooping, Yan Qing picked up the wine glass and took a sip from the straw. The alcohol taste was indeed very light.
He skillfully changed the subject: "Lao Zhang, what did Director Liu say, stop broadcasting for one episode?"
With playful eyes, Zhang Yameng pursed her lips and smiled softly. The octagonal cup she had just picked up was gently put down again.
Miao Miao, whose eyes sparkled when she touched the wine, bit her straw and muttered: "Lao Zhang, why don't you give it a try..."
Unable to resist the hospitality, Zhang Yameng took a sip and commented: "Well, the taste is sour and sweet, and it tastes pretty good."
Miao Miao's invisible assist finally allowed Zhang Yameng to temporarily extinguish the spirit of gossip. Lao Zhang had no choice but to continue the topic: "Of course Director Liu doesn't want to stop broadcasting. He may be inclined to record more content this week and cut it into two episodes.
In this way, the problem now is Whisper Video, Pearl TV, and our program team all have their own ideas, but Sister Qing is in harmony."
Yan Qing was amused: "She and Xini can always do it."
"You guys are talking bad about Sister Qing again! It's not easy for her..."
Zhang Yameng glanced around and noticed that the little drunkard Miao Miao had finished a cup of Long Island ice tea. She muttered her lips and was staring at Lao Zhang's cup with eager eyes.
Thinking of Yan Qing's comfort, Zhang Yameng pampered her and generously gave half of her glass to Miao Miao. While sharing the wine, she raised her eyebrows and encouraged: "Actually, I have a solution - live broadcast the first phase of the line
On the show."
Not wanting the show to stop airing, and not sure what Weng Huaijing meant, Yan Qing looked like he was hesitant to speak.
"Sister Jin, she has Sister Qing to take care of it."
Zhang Yameng's eyes seemed to have the power to penetrate people's hearts. She talked about her plans one by one:
"Sister Bing and I will work together to provide technical support for the live broadcast..."
"Yi Yi!" (Miao Miao interrupted)
"Yes...Miaomiao has been saying that Yi Yi wants to be a guest on the flight..."
"Hiccup!" (Miao Miao is satisfied)
"As the camera operator for the live broadcast, Sister Bing has a skilled cameraman... who filmed "Moonlight" with you, Brother Qing... Tan Sen may not go back..."
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After two cups of Long Island ice tea, Miao Miao was obviously a little tipsy. To Yan Qing's surprise, she did not voice any objection to the live broadcast plan throughout the whole process, but occasionally muttered some words of distress and pity for Shao Qing.
It didn't take much effort for Zhang Yameng to convince Yan Qing, and finally she dragged Miao Miao, who was slightly drunk and gibbering, out of the main building with an "I know you will agree" expression on her face.
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"If I don't have any painkillers when I get back, bring me some Long Island iced tea for half a night's sleep!"
After starting to arrange everything on the first floor back to its original state, Yan Qing looked at the half-full cup of Long Island iced tea, and a lyric suddenly floated into his mind, quenching his originally low Internet addiction.
"Does the Long Island Ice Tea have any special commemorative significance for "me" and Wenmingming? Or is it that "I" have often been unable to sleep at night in the past few years?"
He picked up the wine glass and then picked up the pad on the sofa, and turned on the screen. Yan Qing found that the wallpaper was a photo of two girls smiling brightly, and he was filled with emotion.
"Kind girls like Xiaomiao and Lao Zhang deserve to be treated with tenderness... What can I do for them..."
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