[Entertainment] Your love, my life

After returning to the apartment, Qiao Mo took out the script of "Derived" again, and re-read it with a new and deeper understanding and experience, savoring every interaction between Ning Yuan and the professor.

When he saw the scene where the professor disappeared and Ning Yuan frantically searched for him all over the city, Qiao Mo finally felt the collapse that he couldn't ask for in a certain empathetic emotion. Suddenly, Qiao Mo took the ink beside him The pen started to draw circles directly behind the script.

In the piano room, Qiao Mo sat in front of the piano and tried to play the piece of music that had just formed. At the end of a verse, Qiao Mo frowned and hesitated for a moment before getting up and taking out the violin case from the glass cabinet, melodious and sad. String music would probably be more suitable for this unspeakable affection.

Slightly closing his eyes, Qiao Mo tried his best to let himself enter Ning Yuan's heart, put himself in the place to feel this kind of strong sadness and heavy tragic emotion, while playing, he kept revising the arrangement, and the short hand of the living room clock ticked He spun around and around, and when Qiao Mo finally played a full round satisfactorily, his arms and shoulders were already sore to the point of numbness.

Qiao Mo put down the violin and leaned it against the wall, put the bow on the piano stand, opened the door and looked at the bright light outside the window, Qiao Mo realized that it was the second day, went to the bathroom and rinsed it with cold water Face, Qiao Mo took down a bottle of amber liquid from the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass, then returned to the piano room with the glass.

Qiao Mo knew that his depression at the moment was not only caused by Ning Yuan, but also because he thought of Pei Ziyue. If it is said that Ning Yuan's request is not destined, but he and Pei Ziyue are more annoying misses. It would be great if he could meet Pei Ziyue many years ago when he was still single. His father and the Gong family have been friends for decades. Before that, he had a chance to know Pei Ziyue, but he didn't. During an embarrassing time for them, oh no, he was the only one who was embarrassing all the time.

Shang Qing once comforted him, saying that time will make all the strong emotions go to zero, and the sharp heart at this moment may soon become a passerby, A, B, C, D, Qiao Mo smiled bitterly, Shang Qing must have forgotten him I have been infatuated with Xiao Chen for nearly ten years.

Where can there be feelings that return to zero? The effect of time can only make the feelings dull at most, and the premise of returning to dullness is the precipitation in possession.

The liquid in the glass had bottomed out, Qiao Mo picked up the violin again, and the phone on the glass table beside him was turned on the recording page.

After finishing the song, Qiao Mo found Pei Ziyue's mailbox and edited the recorded audio. When he pressed the send button, his thumb paused for half a second and then fell down. When a green "send successfully" prompt popped up on the screen Finally, Qiao Mo's heart beat a little out of rhythm, he really just couldn't hold it back.

Driven by some kind of ostrich psychology, Qiao Mo turned off the phone, rubbed his head irritably, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he was lying on the bed half an hour later to catch up on sleep, he was tossing and turning more and more. After waking up, Qiao Mo rolled in the pillow in frustration, and got up resignedly, went to the piano room to get back the phone, and turned it on.

There was no missed message. Qiao Mo couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved. He casually put his mobile phone on the bedside table, and Qiao Mo lay down on the bed again. When he fell asleep, the mobile phone on the low cabinet rang harshly.

Qiao Mo woke up in an instant, bit his lip and took the phone to answer, "Hi, senior." He was already prepared in his heart, if Pei Ziyue insisted on asking what the song meant, he would come to his death at that time Admit it, say it was slippery and sent to the wrong person!

"The song is great, is it your new song?"

Pei Ziyue's voice was as usual, and she didn't seem to have too much extra emotion, so Qiao Mo really breathed a sigh of relief, reached for a pillow, adjusted her posture and sat on the bed, "I wrote an episode for Lu Xiaoxin's movie, just post it Let me hear it."

"A song from Lu Xiao's new movie?" Pei Ziyue turned the heavy pen with her right hand, her thin lips slightly raised, "So this is the job you found for yourself during your spare time?"

Qiao Mo rubbed the pillow in his hand, "It's about the same, but the scope of this job is not only an episode, but also a starring role."

Pei Ziyue was a little surprised, "Are you ready to enter the film industry?"

"I just think it's too pitiful that Lu Xiao couldn't find the leading actor with the script." Qiao Mo joked with the corner of his mouth raised, "So do him a favor out of humanitarian spirit."

Pei Ziyue laughed, "Everyone in Lu Xiao's film crew is desperately trying to get in, but it's becoming humanitarian for you, so be careful not to cause public outrage when you speak out."

Qiao Mo secretly stuck out his tongue on the other end of the phone, "I'll just talk to you, so I won't go outside to talk, and I'm not stupid."

"When will the filming start?" Pei Ziyue asked.

"Probably around the middle of next month." Qiao Mo said, "Lu Xiao has been preparing for a long time, but the domestic location has not been approved, and most of the scenes may have to be shot in the United States."

"Do you need my help with the venue?"

"It's okay, there are acquaintances in the United States." Qiao Mo smiled. At worst, it will be fine to shoot in Xiao Chenyang's big villa. "The topic of Lu Xiao's film is quite sensitive, and we are not planning to approve it in China."

Pei Ziyue didn't ask any more questions, but only said: "If you have any questions about the post-shooting, you can always come to me."

"Thank you senior." Qiao Mo smiled, "I will definitely trouble you if I need help later."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the two ended the call, and Qiao Mo pulled up the quilt and finally had a restful sleep.

But after Pei Ziyue hung up Qiao Mo's phone, her expression was a little unpredictable. She reached out and clicked on the song in the mailbox again. The melody with mediocre sound quality was extremely clear and strong. Pei Ziyue had also accepted orthodox music since she was a child. Music training, of course he can hear the emotion contained in this melody.

To be honest, Pei Ziyue was a little surprised, but he didn't seem to have any obvious disgust or rejection, so he hesitated and called Qiao Mo. Fortunately, Qiao Mo on the other end of the phone seemed to be eager to cover up what the song said. Of course, Pei Ziyue was happy to see the results of the information conveyed. After all, if Qiao Mo got to the bottom of it, his current answer would definitely not be the one that satisfied both parties.

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