Ding ding ding ~ dong dong dong ~
The cell phone rings.
Chang Mingxia frowned and walked away with her phone before pressing the connect button, as if she was afraid of disturbing Lin Yue's memory of the past.
"Hello. Who is this?"
"..."
"The landowner...the principal?"
"..."
"Yes, yes, it's me, Chang Mingxia, Class 2, Class 95, Grade 3."
"..."
"He, he's here, but I don't need to eat. I have something else to do in the afternoon. I should go to Shenyang."
"..."
"Probably not, I made an appointment with someone."
"..."
When Lin Yue came to his senses, Chang Mingxia had already hung up the phone and returned to him.
"Whose phone number?"
"The former Director Tian, now the Principal Tian, said that he knew you were back and wanted to treat you to a meal as a courtesy to the landlord. You donated money to the school back then and you didn't come back when the new playground was completed. The school leaders The team has always been worried about this matter, and I thought I would at least treat you to a meal to express my gratitude."
"You agreed?"
"No."
Chang Mingxia actually regrets leaving her phone number to her former English teacher at the old principal's funeral. She is now Lin Yue's agent. Just like Principal Tian called to have a dinner date just now, she feels guilty if she doesn't agree. After all, it's Lin Yue's manager. The teacher who had disciplined them before agreed to it, which would disrupt the work plan.
"Let's go."
Lin Yue nodded and walked towards the corridor entrance.
"Won't you stay a little longer?"
"I can't stay any longer. The city has changed so much that we can no longer see what it was like before."
"I know one thing hasn't changed."
"where?"
"Pengfei Game Arcade, do you want to go and have a look?"
"Forget it, I don't want to make the boss lady unhappy."
"If she can recognize you, I lose."
"What can you lose to me?"
"One month, one month I won't say anything nice to Qiu Ya."
"Is this considered a business without capital?"
"How could it be? Isn't favor capital capital? Favor is priceless. If we were not at the same table, would you have let me be your agent?"
"Well……"
The two of them came downstairs while talking. They had not taken two steps out of the teaching building when they heard the sound of footsteps next to them. One was about thirty years old, wearing a suit skirt and a chiffon with ruffles on the chest. The woman in t-shirt ran over panting.
"Is it...is it...Mr. Lin Yuelin and...Ms. He Chang?"
Lin Yue said: "That's right."
"I... I am the class teacher of Class 2, Grade 3, Wang Mengyao. It was... the principal asked me to come here. I hope... you will stay one night and give the school a chance to... express your gratitude."
There was a hint of pain on her brows as she spoke. Chang Mingxia took a look at the high heels she was wearing, and couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly. She thought to herself that Teacher Wang is very hardworking enough to come here wearing this. Principal Tian is also quite interesting, and she I called to make a dinner date but was rejected, and then I invited the beautiful class teacher from the second grade of my third year of high school to be my lobbyist. Is this a sentimental card or a honey trap?
"Well... okay, tell Principal Tian that I'm free tonight and we can get together."
Chang Mingxia turned back sharply, with a look of surprise on her face. She didn't expect that he would agree to stay... It's not like she really fell into Principal Tian's beauty trap, but Ms. Wang's face that always looks good with heavy makeup and light makeup does look pleasing to the eye. .
Lin Yue knocked her on the head, seeming to understand her inner thoughts: "What are you thinking about? It's an old friend who comes to ask for help. It would be too unkind not to give him this face."
Old friend?
Did he talk about an old friend?
Chang Mingxia looked at the visitor carefully up and down, and found that she didn't recognize her at all.
Lin Yue said: "Fourteen years ago, a group of girls stopped me at the school gate and asked for my autograph. The others asked me to write their names on the title page of the magazine, except for one girl, who asked me to sign her name. On the school uniform.”
"You...you...you...remember me?" She stuttered this time not because she was out of breath, but because she was too surprised. No normal person could remember what happened fourteen years ago, not to mention that as an idol writer, he was looking for The people he asked for autographs were so full that they couldn't fit them all in.
"Of course, is your brother Wang Hui okay?"
Wang Mengyao opened her eyes wide, as if she had no idea that her brother had come to No. 7 Middle School to question Lin Yue.
"My brother? Do you know my brother?"
"Your brother came to see me back then, making a fuss about you transferring schools."
When he said this, both Wang Mengyao and Chang Mingxia understood. The latter was recalling the time when Yuan Hua Xianmei was severely injured. The former... how could a younger sister not know what her brother was like in the past?
"My brother is very good. He now drives bus No. 68 in Xigang District."
"What about you? Why did you come to work in No. 7 Middle School?"
Wang Mengyao looked at him deeply and did not reply.
Of course she was embarrassed to say that it was because she couldn't let go of him that she volunteered to be a teacher at Xihong City No. 7 Middle School after finishing her studies at normal university. She also had a soft spot for Class 2, Grade 3, and became its head teacher.
And she is already married, so there are some things she cannot say.
Lin Yue figured it out after thinking about it for a while, and said with a smile: "It's getting late. I have to go home to visit my parents. Goodbye."
Wang Mengyao waved: "Goodbye."
The two parties said goodbye, and Chang Mingxia walked forward for a while. When she was approaching the door, she looked back and saw Wang Mengyao still standing there, and sighed heavily.
"Tell me how many women you will harm in your life."
"You think I do?"
"You get a good deal and still act nice."
"Not really."
Valley...
One month later.
Shanghai Tomson first-class.
Charlotte stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine and looking at the Huangpu River at night.
He was still thinking about the news that Zhang Yang told him - Qiu Ya was not married yet.
From 1998 to 2012, 14 years have passed, and Qiu Ya is still not married? What happened between Lin Yue and her? He has already quit, why haven't they gotten married yet? What's the problem? Qiu Ya regrets it? If you regret it, why don't you come to him? Or is it that someone is causing trouble, such as Yuan Hua?
He thought that Yuan Hua, like himself, would not let go of Qiu Ya and would not be reconciled. After all, at Qiu Ya's wedding before time travel, everyone could see that there was something wrong with the way Yuan Hua looked at Qiu Ya, which gave people a very regretful feeling.
Woo~
A low whistle sounded from the river.
He cursed, because doing this in the middle of the night was simply disturbing the public, inexcusable, and should be severely punished.
But when he turned around and thought of another thing, he felt even more melancholy than knowing that Qiu Ya was not married. It was now 2012, and there were no songs for him to copy. If he had to continue to be in the music scene on his own merits, he would probably be in trouble one day. Not as good as one day.
Should you announce your permanent retirement from the music scene and leave a good reputation, or should you continue to hang around and make a decision based on the situation?
Thinking of this, the Grand Margaux in the cup didn't taste so sweet anymore. Instead, it had a bitter taste that was almost hard to swallow.
Just when he was about to pour the wine away, the door opened with a click, and Zhang Yang hurriedly put on his slippers and ran over.
"Brother, brother, I found it, I found it."
"Who did you find?"
"Yuan Hua, Yuan Hua found it."
He thought he had found out Qiu Ya's details, but he was so happy.
"What's wrong with Yuan Hua?"
"Yuan Hua's dad...went...in."
"Going in? Where did you go?"
Zhang Yang said: "Where else can we go, of course it is prison."
"Say Yuan Hua."
"Yuan Hua went abroad."
"Yuan Hua went abroad?"
"Yes, I didn't even go to university in China."
"Then it means that Qiu Ya didn't marry Lin Yue because of Yuan Hua?"
"no."
"What's that for?"
Zhang Yang stopped talking.
Charlotte glared angrily, you've only been away for half a month and you've learned this bit of information? Didn’t I ask you to contact your high school classmates and conduct a detailed investigation?
"Qiu Ya and her family no longer live in Xihong City. We won't be able to find out exactly where they moved to for a while. But don't worry, I have hired a private detective. I believe there will be news soon."
"Is it reliable?"
"Reliable, reliable."
"Okay, just wait."
"By the way, brother, I went to Xihong City this time. On the way back, I saw advertisements in the airport lobby. I think you need to take a look."
Charlotte walked to the 3-meter-long Western dining table in the middle and put the red wine glass up: "What's so good about the advertisement?"
Zhang Yang didn't say anything. He picked up the remote control from the coffee table in the living room. He returned to the restaurant and pointed it at the TV. He then selected the Jiangsu Satellite TV channel and started the playback function. When a masked singer appeared in the middle of the screen, he let go finger.
The words "The Masked Singer" and the guest lineup on the background wall of the stage stung Charlotte's nerves.
"This is plagiarism!"
"Brother, this is not the point."
Charlotte didn't seem to hear his explanation, and his thoughts stuck on the level of someone infringing "The Voice". Although at first glance it seemed that a lot of changes had been made, but in his opinion, the core of this variety show was still "The Voice" That set.
"Why didn't anyone tell me this? Why?"
As a big shot in the music industry and the planner of "The Voice", he couldn't accept the fact that he was kept in the dark.
"Brother, the other party did a great job of keeping it secret. I've already called that sister and Brother Huan, and they both said they didn't know there was such a program."
Charlotte tossed her nightgown, pointed at the 75-inch big screen and shouted: "I'm going to sue them for infringement. I'm going to sue the plagiarists until they lose everything. Let's see if anyone dares to plagiarize my ideas in the future."
"Sue, sue, sue, you must sue." Zhang Yang looked helpless: "But brother, can you stop being so excited and listen to what I have to say?"
Charlotte took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed her anger: "Okay, just say it."
Zhang Yang didn't say anything, but pressed the play button on the remote control.
The masked man in the middle of the screen moved. As a brisk melody sounded, he held the microphone with both hands and sang affectionately.
“Coffee on the Seine, on the Left Bank.”
"I'll take a cup and taste your beauty."
"A mouth that leaves a lip mark."
"Florist Rose, wrong name, who."
"The confession balloon is blown by the wind, across the street."
"Smiles fly in the sky."
"You said you were a bit difficult to chase."
"If you want me to, I will give up."
"There is no need to choose the most expensive gift."
"As long as the fallen leaves of the Champs Elysees."
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PS: I have something to do this afternoon, so that’s it for today.
