Chapter 58

Qiao Yang has explained to him several times the relationship between him and Su Cheng, and he knows it in his heart. But still can't help but envy.

He wanted Qiao yang to only look at him, only him in his heart, only good to him, only write songs for him.

But if these words are said, he seems to be too stingy and unreasonable. Strong possessiveness will also let Qiao Yang have a sense of distance from him.

He can only swallow these emotions, in the face of Qiao Yang's question, he replied in a low voice: "when the lyrics are written, you can sing them to me, OK?"

It's not the recorded voice, but Qiao Yang himself sings in front of him.

Qiao Yang said with a smile, "do you think I've been looking at me for so long? Yes, I'll sing it to you

"It's just I haven't learned vocal music, and I don't have professional training. If you sing, you don't have the singing skills and expressive power of a professional singer. I'll try my best. "

Gu Ye still looks at him, the voice is slow and low: "as long as you sing, is the best."

People with a pair of peach blossom eyes can always unconsciously reveal the color of charm. Especially when Gu Ye looks at you with his deep eyes and says as long as you, as long as it's you.

It can always make people feel his deep love and deep love, which makes people can't help falling into it.

Qiao Yang's heart rate quickened when he saw it. He quickly pretended to eat with his head down, and he whispered.

However, there is no short hair, can not cover the earlobe slightly scarlet.

Gu Ye wants to stretch out his hand and hold back.

After dinner, they went to the walk outside the hotel.

In the early summer season and the coming weekend, there are a lot of holiday guests, and the hotel is flourishing everywhere.

After dinner, the guests who came out for a walk also got together in twos and threes, talking and laughing, or playing. Occasionally, there are a few children shuttling through the crowd.

The night in the mountains is no longer lonely and silent.

When Gu Ye walks a little faster, Qiao Yang follows his steps, puts his hands into his pants pocket, looks at the stars in the sky, looks at the children playing, or says a word or two to Gu Ye.

It's a real aimless walk.

And Gu Ye's eyes see Qiao Yang's hands in his pocket, looking for opportunities in his heart.

It's impossible to make people dirty so quickly. There must be a gradual process. At least we can hold hands tonight.

He deliberately took people to more quiet, more remote places.

And then their cell phones rang together.

Gu Ye is a message from Geng Hui, and Qiao Yang is a phone call from Qiao Jin.

They are all saying the same thing: Li songran has been caught!

Qiao Yang asked in surprise: "great. At last, I can rest assured. "

Although Qiao Jin's tone is brisk, she still has worries: "if he can escape for such a long time, it means that there is someone behind him to help him. If we take this opportunity to pull out the people behind him, it will be the real end. "

"And it's a little bit suspicious. He was arrested in a teahouse in a small town more than 100 kilometers away from s city. At that time, some people in the teahouse were reported to be gambling

"When the police went to check gambling, Li songran was grabbed by the shop owner and said that he was not allowed to leave without paying. They were found by the police and arrested on the spot. "

"But later it was found out that Li songran had paid for it. The boss said that it was too chaotic and he had a wrong memory."

"It's good for us that he was misunderstood for not paying. But don't you think it's a coincidence? "

Qiao Yang pondered: "yes, it's quite a coincidence."

Qiao Jin speculated: "either Li songran offended someone who was deliberately leaked, or someone was deliberately helping us. Whatever it is, it's better to be cautious. I've left a few people around the restaurant to observe the situation. "

Gu Ye receives the same message: "Li songran was arrested in a small tea house in Jiangzhen. It's too coincidental. It should have been deliberately designed to expose the target. 】

he thought for a moment:

he thought for a moment:

he sent several people to check the situation near the teahouse in Jiangzhen, and then checked whether there were suspicious foreign vehicles entering the town on that day. 】

after Li songran escaped, not only did Qiao keep investigating secretly, but Gu Ye also sent many people to look for clues.

He was wondering: is it Su Cheng helping behind this time?

Just thinking about Qiao Yang, he called Su Cheng: "brother, did you do it?"

Su Cheng sneered and scorned: "yes, that man still wants to work hard for me and let me help him to bring down the Qiao family. Who does he think he is. He escaped very carefully, and my men lost him, so I had to ask them to go there. "

Li songran goes all out to ask Qiao Sheng for help?

Is Qiao Sheng still doing something behind his back?

Qiao Yang slightly worried: "how did he..."

He takes a look at Gu Ye beside him and doesn't ask. He just advises him: "you, be careful. Don't get caught. "

Su Cheng's tone was relaxed: "don't worry. What I'm doing now is serious. Where are you? "Qiao Yang: "I'm still in the resort. I'm mainly playing. I'm also looking for inspiration to write songs."

After all, I called my brother. I couldn't help asking, "where are you?"

"When can I finish the work at hand?"

"Did you expose yourself when you caught Li songran?"

"When will you return to s city?"

He also said that he had written a new song for Joseon.

While chatting happily, the wrist in the pants pocket was caught by a pair of warm hands.

Qiao Yang turns his head and looks discontented with Gu Ye.

Then the wrist is gently pulled out. Gu Ye's palm moves down his wrist, grabs his palm and five fingers, and holds it tightly.

Qiao Yang slightly forced to pull back, in exchange for Gu Ye's more forceful grip, and slightly stubborn with some aggrieved look.

Qiao Yang did not move.

Su Cheng said at the other end: "it will be some time before I set up a branch of the company in S City, where to handle the main business."

Qiao Yang: "if it's too troublesome to set up a branch office, let it be. Anyway... "

He was just about to say, "I can go to you, too.".

Feeling the heat and strength of Gu Ye's palm, he changed his words and said, "anyway, s city is not far from a city."

Su Cheng: "it's OK. I mainly import and export. It's the same where I choose my office."

"And you, you've just come here, don't you have to make yourself famous. More works? "

The elder brother is the elder brother, will habitually urge him, and worry about his future and career.

Qiao Yang thinks that the salted fish may not go down in the future.

He laughed and explained to him, "I know, I'm also writing two songs, one of which is for you, and I haven't finished yet..."

As soon as the voice dropped, his hand was slightly loose.

But soon, Gu Ye's fingers again domineering through his fingers, and firmly clasped.

Ten fingers clasp tightly without any gap. The temperature of each other's palms and the friction of the lines are truly transmitted to each other.

And gradually transmitted to every nerve of the whole body, the body and mind can feel the existence that people around can't ignore.

Qiao Yang no longer has the heart to call, and Su Cheng said good night, then hung up the phone.

He looked at the man around him, tightly pursed his lips, slightly twisted his brows, with dissatisfaction and grievance in his eyes, but did not say a word, just tightly clasped his hand.

Gu Ye is eating Qiao Sheng's Vinegar again.

Qiao Yang wanted to laugh, but he couldn't explain. Let Gu Ye take his hand, and they continue to walk on the quiet walking path.

After being quiet for a while, Gu Ye first says, "what are you thinking?"

The voice is Gu Ye's unique deep and soft, quietly reverberating.

It's like a warm wind. It's very comfortable.

Qiao Yang replied, "I'm trying to write you the lyrics."

Gu Ye clasped his hand, shook it, and said with a smile, "now you can think of the lyrics?"

Qiao Yang said, "it's because of the mood now that I can think of the lyrics."

The feeling of loving someone for the first time, the feeling of holding hands tightly together, and the feeling of being touched by Gu Ye's possessive desire can trigger his writing inspiration.

"Think of the words that can make us present our state and match every syllable and melody."

Gu Ye stops and asks him in a low voice, "what's our state now?"

Qiao Yang did not answer, just looked up at him.

Under the dim yellow street lamp's reflection, he saw Qiao Yang's bright eyes in the flickering fine light, in the jump general.

For a moment, Gu Ye thinks that Qiao Yang's eyes are full of tears and will cry.

He was startled and raised his hand to caress Qiao Yang's eyes.

Qiao Yang blinked his eyes, long eyelashes across his finger belly, itchy, soft and soft.

But the long eye tail is red, leaving a little damp.

Gu Ye is very flustered: "you, how..."

Crying?

Although only a drop, but also tears.

Qiao Yang said with a smile: "it's just that I suddenly feel a little inconceivable. Two people who have nothing to do with each other, so far apart, are now in each other's hearts. "

The words he said later were the words he thought of.

After the melody and lyrics are matched in the brain, the heart silently sings it out, but it produces a strong sense of empathy.

Qiao Yang shook his hand, felt the temperature and strength of the two people's ten fingers clasped, and said, "I still don't think it's true."

Gu Ye doesn't know whether this is a composer or not. The feelings of songwriters to things and feelings are more sensitive and specialized than ordinary people.

Qiao Yang's love is more straightforward and more delicate than his.

Not delicate and artificial, and not contaminated with material desires, utilitarian and * *, is the purest sincere love.People like Qiao Yang are worth treating with the best feelings.

He released the clasp Qiao Yang's hand, but one hand on the back of the man's head, the other hand raised his jaw.

Qiao Yang is stunned. He raises his head slightly with Gu Ye's action. Qingjun's face looks at Gu Ye with bewilderment and bewilderment. He can't imagine what Gu Ye is going to do next.

I was flustered.

Gu Ye lowers his head and droops his eyes. He looks at Qiao Yang with the most devout eyes, and gently drops a kiss with the most gentle action.

It fell on the wet part of the man's eye tail, but the warm and soft lips did not leave immediately.

The tip of the tongue slipped through the lip seam, gently swab, and slightly rolled up.

In the mouth of the poor wet tears, the salty taste gradually dispersed, enough for him to taste the aftertaste.

This is the taste of Qiao Yang.

He released Qiao Yang, but also grasped Qiao Yang's slightly stiff hands.

Looking at the man who was still in a daze and astonished, he asked with a low smile:

"in this way, do you feel real?"