suddenly tired

When Zhong Lei heard him say, "I didn't see you write anything for me", he suddenly lost his mind for a moment. In fact, he wrote about Ji Sumian's brief departure that time. He described his mood at that time. Later, Ji Su When Mian came back, they were together well, so they never thought about it again.Humans only think about recording sadness when they are unhappy, and when they are carefree, they are too late to be happy, and they cannot write literary works.

But within a few days, an opportunity fell from the sky, allowing him to dig out that literary work that was in a bad mood.

Before Ji Sumian got off the car, he told him, "Brother Lei, you don't need to pick me up from get off work. I'm going to Xingyuan in the afternoon, and I will go home directly with the company's car."

He said yes, and added: "It just so happens that I have something to do today, so I won't drive and go to the tavern."

"Huh? What's the matter at the tavern?"

"It's okay, I want to borrow their piano, Tiantian asked me to help write the lyrics, I'll try it out."

"Really, then I won't go home and go to the tavern to see you, okay?"

"Row."

The resident singer of the tavern had another interview. It was not bad to find a girl, but she had other jobs, so she could only come over on weekends. People who recognized him came to ask, and he also generously admitted that after the turmoil a while ago, his mind has calmed down a lot, and he no longer feels that standing in the sun and in the crowd is something that bothers him.

The tavern was closed in the morning. When he walked into the small courtyard, Zhao Yuan’s car was not there. He must have gone shopping. Zhong Lei listened to the demo sent by Sun Tiantian and felt nothing. Called her:

"Tian Tian, ​​this song sounds too painful, how can anyone be willing to listen to such an uncomfortable song now?"

Sun Tiantian obviously hadn't woken up yet, and it took him a while to come back to his senses: "What do you know, this kind of song is a test of singing skills, look at those singers who show off their skills and make the audience cry. Song."

Zhong Lei snorted: "Do you think I don't know the effects of group performances and program editing?"

"Oh, anyway, as soon as the arrangement is played, the tear-jerking effect will come out. Don't worry about it so much, just write the lyrics." The tone was very rude, and she could hear that she wanted to continue to sleep.

"Then what should I do if I live a comfortable and sweet life and can't write uncomfortable words?"

"Tsk, is it right to torture and kill single dogs? Is there any animal protection law! It's all said, you just write, if you don't become popular, I will pay you myself!"

"...That's fine." Zhong Lei thought to himself that who would really dislike a lot of money, but he still insisted, "Listen to this kind of sad song, it's so hypocritical."

Sun Tiantian sighed, and her tone was not so drowsy: "Will you write it or not? If you don't write it, I'll ask someone else."

Zhong Lei still wrote it. It was not difficult for him to write lyrics. When he was in college, he could write a few songs at will. Looking back at that time and the situation after that, it is the mood of the rest of his life after a catastrophe. It's fate to come here by mistake, to meet Ji Sumian, to regain what was lost.

But life is too easy, it is really not easy to write sad songs, his expression is not right, writing and scratching on the paper, the whole day is almost over, there are still only a few lines, but the tune is familiar.

Zhao Yuan saw Ji Sumen come in, and called him over: "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, godfather, have you cooked something delicious today?"

"You like fried shrimp, today's shrimp is very fresh."

"Has Brother Lei eaten? He hasn't finished his work yet?"

"He, stay here for a day, like a primary school student doing summer vacation homework, stand up and stretch for a while, go to the yard for a couple of laps to pick up my flowers and plants, go to the toilet, drink tea, and brush the phone. He is too busy to do business. Didn't do much."

"Haha godfather, you really look like a parent."

"I was your parent!"

Zhao Yuan went to the kitchen to cook, but Ji Sumian didn't follow. He just sat by the bar and watched Zhong Lei play the piano.He stopped after playing a few bars, wrote a few strokes on the paper, and then started coherently from the beginning. His eyes were drooping, and his mouth was slightly pursed while frowning, rarely revealing some cute expressions.Humming softly in his mouth, he scratched his hair when he encountered a stuck place, looked around, saw Ji Sumian staring at him, smiled, and lowered his head to write again.

It's really like a primary school student doing homework.

Ji Sumian walked over and sat beside him: "Are you tired?"

"Compared to driving, it seems that physical labor is easier than mental labor."

"Have you finished writing?"

"I wrote a short paragraph, and I will listen to you quietly."

He played the piano and sang softly:

"The sorrow of living like a dream

unspeakable existence

Mistaking the glass maze for our garden

Just this time, you're outside and I'm inside

This one glance is neither positive nor negative

You took away the brilliance of that summer

I pick up the hidden dust in the attic

you are everywhere and everywhere

You are the moon, I am the lone wolf

You roam free in my dreams

Everything you see, looks like a teenager

Don't go or stay, just sleep on yellow beams. "

They talked about the lyrics that night.

"I have no other words, only memories." Zhong Lei said, "What I wrote is a dream I once had."

"Look, it's very sad." Ji Sumian said.

After they got back together, they seldom talked about the past, and occasionally mentioned it, mostly talking about Xingyuan. The days when they gave up on each other and couldn’t let go of each other made people worry, and they also deliberately avoided talking about it. Zhong Lei put this passage Take it out to him, and talk about the mood at that time.

"After I met you at the stadium, I dreamed again. You were still playing on the stadium, but you ran over when you saw me. I was happy and excited, but... anyway, I was very impulsive," he smiled, "Pull you The jerseys were all torn."

Ji Sumian gasped in a "hissy" breath, with a troubled expression on his face: "Can you pull other clothes, the black mamba is very expensive."

Zhong Lei glanced at him, and continued: "I was very sad when I woke up later, so I wrote these few sentences."

"Brother Lei, why don't you write the dream in it to add a little drama conflict?"

Zhong Lei's face suddenly changed, he couldn't believe it: "You really dare to think, have you ever seen someone write pornographic jokes in serious lyrics!"

"Dirty... jokes? What dirty jokes?"

"The clothes are all torn, what do you think it is for?"

"Ah? Oh! That's it! I thought you were angry and fought with me..." Ji Sumian smirked and shook his arm, "Oh, I have a problem with my comprehension.... But Brother Lei, why are you so sad I can still have erotic dreams, when I think of you at that time, I just want to pinch my thigh, and the pain can cover up the sadness in my heart."

"... My dear friend, can I control what type of dream I have?"

"Then why can't you come to me if you think so much about me?"

"How did you know I didn't?"

"No! In the end, Miss Xiaoyu begged you to come!"

It was originally a warm and heartwarming drama that opened up the hearts of each other, but it was not easy to be talked about as arguing against each other.But Zhong Lei looked at Ji Sumian's sometimes cunning and sometimes ignorant expression, which actually gave him another idea about the direction of the lyrics.

At the end of the chat, Ji Sumian said: "Brother Lei, in fact, if you don't mind, singing in the tavern is also very good, and you still have your own creative space."

"Well, but I'm not interested in acting, but if there is a work, it's okay to sell the copyright."

"Brother Lei, there will be a project bonus in a while, let's open a joint account to save money, it's our family's real estate fund."

"Okay, then you can buy a low-risk financial plan..."

It was unexpectedly cold in late autumn this year, so they definitely didn't want to get up on weekend mornings. They huddled under the quilt, and when the phone rang, Ji Sumian wailed: "No! It's too cold, I don't want to get up and work overtime! Brother Lei Seal me on the bed..." He covered his face with the quilt, like an ostrich.

Zhong Lei helped him connect, turned on the speakerphone, and deliberately placed it next to his ear. He thought it was something wrong with the construction site, but someone said on the phone: "Mr. Ji? I am a policeman from the Daishan Road Police Station. My name is Kim."

Daishan Road is the area where his household registration is located.Ji Sumian quickly sat up: "I'm Ji Sumian, what can I do?"

"It's like this. There is a Mr. Chen Jialan from Australia who wants to contact you. We found him here, and we have verified his identity."

"Ah? Are you sure you are looking for me? I have no impression of this name."

"I'm sure, he came to our police station to look for Ms. Su Wanyi before. Su Wanyi is your mother, right? He shouldn't be looking for the wrong person. How about this, don't say too much on the phone. If you are worried, you can go to our police station and talk to her first. He met once and made sure there is no problem before finding another place to talk."

Ji Sumian agreed: "Okay, then I'll be there in about an hour."

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Lei tacitly got up with him, and he asked: "Does your mother have relatives in Australia?"

Ji Sumian shook her head: "I haven't heard of it. I only know that my grandparents are in Hong Kong. Didn't my mother also run away from Hong Kong? She seldom mentioned the situation of her parents, and I didn't dare to ask more."

"Go and see."

They saw a man at the police station, about 40 years old, of medium height, with a slight smile in his eyes, he seemed friendly but alienated, he was wearing a standard four-piece suit, and the business card he handed was Suhong Group Chief Legal Counsel.

Ji Sumian had already guessed who he was, so he asked, "Suhong Group, is that 'Su' from my mother's house?"

"Yes, Mr. Ji, the former chairman is your grandfather, Mr. Su Yang, and I am Mr. Su's assistant."——Yuepu, who tried his best to say the standard but the hardware conditions were really not good enough.

"forward?"

"Mr Su Yang passed away in Sydney last month."

"Oh. So sorry." Ji Sumian's mouth moved one step ahead of his brain.

Chen Jialan laughed: "I need to tell you this, please forgive me."

"Ah... yes." Ji Sumian smiled wryly, "I'm sorry, I'm a bit messed up. Let's go out and talk."

Ji Sumian's grandfather immigrated to Australia before 97. Even Su Wanyi didn't know about it. When she left home, she lost contact with her parents. Su Wanyi has no news about them, but it doesn't mean that her parents don't know about her situation. Both sides were deadlocked, neither of them would take a step forward until Su Yang saw Ji Yifeng's accident in the news.They sent someone to look for Su Wanyi, but they were a step too late.

"So on Ching Ming Festival, you went to see my mother?"

"Yes, it was Mr. Su who ordered to send green flowers, saying that his daughter likes it."

"Well, I thought it was Mom's friend."

"Mr. Su originally planned to come to you in person, but he was injured in an accident. The elderly are most afraid of this. His physical condition took a turn for the worse and he passed away not long after. I came this time and brought you Su Sir's will."

Ji Sumian was apprehensive, and glanced at Zhong Lei, Zhong Lei understood, and quietly held his hand under the table.

"This is the original copy of the will. It involves a lot of specific content. In theory, it should be read out one by one. However, there are no other outsiders here. You are the sole heir of the estate, so I will summarize it for you first."

"Mr. Su's will is divided into two parts. Mr. Su's personal movable and immovable properties are all inherited by you. In terms of the company, you can choose the way of inheritance. One is to inherit the existing group equity, and the majority shareholder The identity continues to operate, and the second is that it can be sold in its entirety without participating in the company’s management.”

Ji Sumian was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked timidly: "Mr. Chen, I don't know much about running a company. Then, do other shareholders want me to manage it or sell it?"

The innocence and timidity in the tone are all pretended, Chen Jialan may not know it, but Zhong Lei knows that this guy has started to act again.

"The other shareholders, of course, hope that you will sell the equity—" He stopped suddenly at this point, as if realizing that there was a problem with his wording, "This is also my guess. What kind of method to adopt is up to you. decide."