I can't leave after marrying my former friend

After following Lin Fang for seven years, Ning Yuanyou is good at observing words and demeanor, and always acts according to Lin Fang's wishes.

It's just that when encountering Yu Shu's affairs recently, they often miss the point.

For example, other people have to make an appointment to enter and exit the special elevator, but Young Master Yu has the password;

For example, no one is ever allowed to visit the house, but Young Master Yu stayed here for several days;

For example, he values ​​privacy, but points out his former assistant to Young Master Yu;

……

It's just that Boss Lin's attitude towards him is also cold on weekdays. Even if there is a smile when they look at each other or talk to him, it just disappears in a flash.

As if trying to restrain something.

Ning Yuan was puzzled.

Therefore, when he saw Yu Shu's black material, he lost his decisive confidence and chose to report the matter to Lin Fang.

The boss's breathing sounded a little tired, as if something was stuck in his throat.

After a long time, he replied "Got it".

There is the sound of pages turning in the background.

He thought he was just using the studio to clarify or let go of the two options, but he didn't want his boss to take the trouble to register on Weibo.

He also sent a paragraph to express his position.

He hates virtual social networking, unnecessary public opinion guidance, and pays more attention to performance.

For the first time, Yu Shu made an exception.

Thoughtfully, Ning Yuan gave orders to the company's major managers to follow the boss's Weibo, and in his heart raised Young Master Yu's priority to top2.

Can't be bothered.

Seeing that the entry of #林通开通微博# has rushed to the hot search, Yu Shu is still a little confused.

The control and evaluation under the "low imitation number" is already small and large.

【Ah ah ah ah it's my brother!It's my brother!Is it really my brother! 】

[Seven-year-old fan cried and my brother finally opened Weibo]

[Thank you Yu Shu, sister will stop scolding you today]

Not long after, this account posted a new Weibo.

[@林倒111: Which netizen took up my ID, please return it as soon as possible [smile][smile]]

Yu Shu: "..."

Is this meow really Lin Fang himself?

Looking at another question mark sent by Lin Fang in the private chat, he could almost make up the expression and voice of Lin Fang when he said "I, end, egg, it's over" word by word.

How would he explain to Lin Fang that he didn't mean that?

Before he had time to think about it, there were brisk footsteps on the stairs behind him.

The voice-activated wall lamp in the corridor turned on, and when Lin Fang passed by, half of his body was reflected in the bright light, and the bridge of his nose happened to be the dividing line to draw half-light and half-dark sides.There is no difference between left and right, like the product of God's showy skills when he created man.

He changed into a black hooded sweater, and when he bent down, he could see the gray shirt inside. He was in a casual posture, with his hands in the two large pockets beside him.

Compared with the extravagance of the usual suit and trousers, Lin Fang exudes a young and ostentatious sharpness all over his body, like a sharp sword waiting to be unsheathed at any time.

Yu Shu felt that he might be crazy.

No matter what kind of Lin Fang it is, it seems that it can make waves in his heart.

A little sour and a little sweet.

He knelt on the sofa, his eyes following Lin Fang all the time.

He accidentally said the wrong thing just now, and his words were very disrespectful. At this time, he unconsciously softened his tone, a little bit of admitting his mistakes: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"No, I'll go out for a while." Lin Fang said lightly.

He took the tea gift box that he had prepared earlier from the tea cabinet, but seemed a little dissatisfied, so he re-selected.

While picking and choosing, he asked, "Is the fever gone?"

His eyes didn't stay on Yu Shu for a moment.

Yu Shu was stabbed by the cold tone, bowed his head and said, "It's much better."

When Yu Zeyang heard the words, he put his hands on Yu Shu's head and made a small report, "Don't brag, you'll burn to death."

An awkward smile spread across Yu Shu's face.

Ke Linfang never turned his head around.

He carried two boxes of packages and went straight to the entrance to change his shoes.

He was in a hurry, and seemed to have a heavy heart.

Yu Shu's heart also sank.

He always felt that Lin Fang's attitude towards him had become very strange, not like it was just because of the joke just now.

Since that afternoon, Lin Fang has been deliberately keeping a distance from him.

The concern inside and outside the words is true, but it reveals a kind of alienation more than before.

It was as if there was a transparent wall between the two.

Yu Shu couldn't see the estrangement, but he really couldn't avoid this estrangement.

He was just about to sit down when a cold hand was pressed against his forehead.

Lin Fang lowered his hand to measure his temperature, "It's still a little hot."

Yu Shu froze, wondering when Lin Fang would take his hand away.

Every time he approached, the small firecrackers around him exploded beep-beep-boom, welcoming him cheerfully.

"Remember to order meals on time, go to bed early, and don't be playful." Lin Fang turned his face to Yu Zeyang and said, "You will take care of the sick number at home."

Yu Shu pretended to be angry, and kicked Lin Fang's trouser leg with the back of his foot, "I don't want children to take care of me."

Lin Fang didn't fight back, but waved his back to him.

Yu Shu could see the raised lip line from his sideways cheek.

"It's cold outside! Keep warm!"

Yu Shu's words were left in the door.

The relief on Lin Fang's face disappeared in a flash, and the air pressure in his whole body suddenly dropped several degrees.

The destination Lin Fang drove to was Yunrao's famous Chinese Music Research Institute.

His trip is for the Chinese music master Feng Changqing.

When he was studying the books, he found that this senior Feng knew a lot about Liang Shi's ancient music, and he should be able to give the answer he wanted.

The snow on the road has not yet dried up, and the strong wind is blowing, but Lin Fang drives very fast, as if he wants to use the speed of galloping to suppress the restlessness and anxiety in his heart.

The wasteland in his heart is full of wildfire, which is about to burn the withered grass leaves, and a large cloud of thick and choking smoke rises.

Lin Fang arrived an hour earlier than the agreed time, and made an appointment in Mr. Feng's office.The decoration is simple and elegant, and there are a few nice ornaments on the bookcase.

He just sat on a bench by the door, clenched his fists for a while, and then clicked on the video of Yu Shu playing the piano that day on his mobile phone.

The simple and heavy piano sound echoed in the room.

Lin Fang was frowning, and there seemed to be a layer of snow floating in his eyes as if the ice had been cut open.

He has searched all the documents related to the last years of the Liang Dynasty collected by the provincial map, including literature, history, and art, and there are very few words that mention Yu Shu, let alone find traces of this music score.The tunes created by several famous bands in Kyoto have also been handed down, but there is no one that Yu Shu sought.

According to various signs, this piece of music should have been lost after he and Yu Shu died thousands of years ago.

But now Yu Shu's fingering is fluent, and he lied to him that he learned it from the music score.

When he lied, his face would turn to the left, but he didn't realize it at the time.

Lin Fang laughed at himself.He spent the days looking for an answer, only to find more complex puzzles.

He was distracted for a while, and didn't notice that Feng Changqing had entered the room behind him, without saying a word.

It wasn't until the end of the song that Mr. Feng sighed: "There are not many good people here."

Lin Fang stood up abruptly, took a seat in front of Mr. Yingfeng, and presented the greeting gift.

Mr. Feng had been a music director for a movie Lin Fang participated in many years ago, so he knew a little about the young people in front of him.For some reason, I always feel that he has a rare freedom and ease in him, which is similar to the player of this piece.

"Do you recognize the person who plays this song?"

Lin felt relieved, "Mr. Feng, that's exactly why I'm here today."

He unconsciously twirled his fingertips with his thumb, his expression solemn: "I heard that Mr. has devoted his whole life to the study of ancient music scores. Have you ever heard this piece of music from somewhere?"

Feng Changqing shook his head slowly: "Never."

Obviously already got the answer, Lin Fang still insisted on emphasizing it again: "You really haven't heard of it, even if it's similar to it?"

Feng Changqing smiled: "My friend Lin Fang is too worried. This song has the appearance of an emperor, and it was written by an extraordinary person. If you know the composer, you must bring him to me so that I can get acquainted. As for If you ask me if I have seen this piece of music in the ancient score, it is really impossible. This piece of music is extraordinary. If you are lucky enough to record a single word in the history books, it will definitely not be buried, and it can keep pace with the works of famous masters. I Seeing that the person playing in the video just now is only twenty years old, it is really a talent to have such an achievement."

After finishing speaking, Feng Changqing was about to drink tea when he caught a glimpse of the eye sockets of the young man sitting opposite him turning red.

He asked worriedly, "Are you all right?"

Lin Fang covered his face with one hand and lowered his head.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, which could only be judged by the slight twitch of his shoulder.

After a long time, Lin Fang stood up and bowed to Mr. Feng.

Feng Changqing was puzzled: "What does this mean?"

"Thank you. Thank you."

The former is Mr. Xie's answer;

The latter is to thank him for rectifying Yu Shu's name.

Lin Fang smiled lightly, like the moment when the ice and snow melted, sunlight came in.

For him, being able to reunite with Yu Shu in another era, regardless of causal connection, is already a gift in itself.

When Lin Fang walked out of the institute, it was already dark.

The cold wind made his face hurt, so he leaned in front of the car and lit a cigarette.

When the fourth cigarette ash burned his fingers, he pressed the fingertips that had been on the call button for a long time.