After the oral confidentiality agreement was signed, the two did not speak again.

Gu Fei's question, Gu Fei, did not admit it, nor did he deny it. After Jiang Er reached the "conclusion", he still did not admit it, nor did he deny it.

Attitude was a bit vague, but Jiang Yan felt that it was enough. His problem was just a bold test, like an attack to protect his secrets.

There are so many people in this world who want to hide themselves, and so many things to hide.

Gu Fei opened a slit in the window, lit a cigarette, and was ready to continue to modify the drawing.

After taking two sips, Jiang Yan reached out his hand and said, "Give me one."

"Do you usually smoke?" Gu Fei put the cigarette case in his hand. "Why do you always ask me, when I'm not there?"

"Exhausted," Jiang Yan lit a cigarette. "You won't smoke if you're not here."

Gu Fei made the window seam wider.

"Cold." Jiang Yan shrank into the sofa.

"Then you go to the kitchen and turn on the smoke machine." Gu Fei nodded his mouse and enlarged Jiang Yan's face on the screen.

In fact, the pictures of the clothes, the model's face are usually too lazy to deal with it, or just casually take a look at it. Many photos are cut off if they feel that the face is not taken well.

But Jiang Yan's face is really good, so that he can fix his face without fixing the details of his clothes.

The small sofa was next to the table. Jiang Yan sat there basically face to face with him, and he couldn't see the computer. He didn't have to worry that Jiang Yan would be embarrassed when he saw him take a dress and refine the model's face.

"Gu Fei." Jiang Yan reached for his ashtray in the small ashtray on the table.

"Well," Gu Fei pushed his ashtray towards him, "have he given his last name again?"

"Begging before, you have to be pretty close," Jiang Yan smiled, "I ask you a question."

"Ask." Gu Fei stared at the computer screen. In fact, there wasn't much to repair Jiang Yan's face, his face was beautiful, and his skin was in good condition.

Jiang Yan glanced over the bookcase: "I wrote the score that I saw last time, didn't you?"

"Huh?" Gu Fei froze and looked at the bookcase.

"There are a lot of composing books and various music theories. You have to say that you didn't write them," Jiang Yan said. "It's too insincere."

Gu Fei laughed and leaned back on the chair after a while: "Yes, I wrote."

"Too unexpected," Jiang Yan turned the cup, "It's very nice, illiterate can write music and compose ..."

"I'm not illiterate." Gu Fei corrected him.

"Large academic scum can also write a score," Jiang Yan glanced at him, "Is there a finished product?"

"No." Gu Fei answered very simply.

In fact, there are many finished products, all stored in the computer, but he basically does not listen, and there is nothing wrong with saying no, occasionally I only hear the song sung by Ding Zhuxin.

To say these things, it doesn't matter if he changes anyone, he loves to listen, but in front of Jiang Yan, he is not willing to show it.

Just glance at Jiang Yan and hum it, he doesn't want to show cowardice.

"Man, be a little bit," Jiang Yan estimated to be very boring, and said with amusement, "I will keep it secret."

"Keep your fart secret." Gu Fei laughed, and after hesitating for a while, turned on the player, looked for it, and played the first one.

When the guitar sounded, Jiang Yan leaned back to the sofa. He couldn't play the guitar, but he always thought it was very nice. It was just something he liked. What kind of guitar, whistle and flute, my mother couldn't get on the table.

Next is the piano that came in.

No feeling.

He listened too much and played too much. After passing grade eight in junior high school, he didn't want to touch the piano for a second.

His sloppy mud can't help the wall should let his mother ... let Shen Yiqing be very disappointed. Later, when relatives and friends in the family came to ask to listen to him playing the piano, Shen Yiqing would be rejected, full of disappointment.

Disappointment is disappointment, anyway he does not want to play.

The prelude is very good, I can hear what I want to express, and I am full of confusion.

He couldn't help but take a look at Gu Fei. Gu Fei didn't feel like a person with such a state.

A very low female voice hummed, and Jiang Yan immediately heard this voice.

"Ding Zhuxin?" He looked at Gu Fei by surprise.

"Um." Gu Fei answered, still working on the picture, staring at the screen.

Jiang Yan could not help but glanced over his head and glanced over, seeing his half face and chest, and the neckline that was ripped apart.

"I fuck." He quickly sat back on the sofa. The feeling of looking at someone else's photo was too weird. He had seen himself in the mirror for more than ten years, but was awkward as a peeping stranger.

"This is a really good shot." Gu Fei looked at him.

"Oh." Jiang Yan nodded, and drank lemonade in Ding Zhuxin's hoarse and lazy voice.

"As soon as I have no foot, I will fly

I am confused upwards, and I hear downwards that you say the world is empty ...

You said one, two, three, broke the past and died

The wind blows and the broken way home, do you see me singing ... you say one, two, three, turn, you hear the panic that was erased ... "

The song is very confused, and the words are quite confused, but Jiang Yan raised his head and glanced at Gu Fei when he heard "Have you seen me singing?"

The word "see" made him suddenly find the feeling of "dumb" that Ding Zhuxin wanted before.

There is a silent depression.

"Who wrote the words?" Jiang Yan asked.

"Guess," Gu Fei stepped on a chair with one of his legs bent, his chin resting on his knee, and the mouse clicked in his hand. "I guess I'll give you sugar."

"You," Jiang Yan said, "is it all you?"

Gu Fei took the coat thrown aside and grabbed a handful of sugar from his pocket and put it on the table in front of him.

"Are you playing with Ding Zhuxin?" Jiang Yan took a toffee and put it in his mouth, a little surprised.

He didn't realize the lyrics carefully, but he could still capture the delicate and sensitive content. Such content is really difficult to connect with Gu Fei.

He stared at Gu Fei. What kind of heart was this man's calm appearance?

"No, she used to play with me." Gu Fei said.

"It's very interesting," Jiang Yan said, "but it doesn't look like you can play these. I'm not surprised to say that you can play the guitar. Generally speaking, bad boys can pull a few times in order to pretend to make a little effort. ... "

"I won't play the guitar." Gu Fei said.

"Yo, a bad boy who can't play guitar," Jiang Yan said, "that pick-up girl has to be a lame leg on the road."

Gu Fei looked at him and said nothing.

"... Oh." Jiang Yan raised his glass at him.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Gu Fei asked.

"Huh?" Jiang Yan sipped.

"So much talk," Gu Fei said.

Jiang Yan was silent for a while and put the cup on the table: "Did you know the woman who had just fought with Li Baoguo?"

"I know." Gu Fei answered.

"Is Li Baoguo's ex-wife?" Jiang Yan asked, "the one who was run away by him."

"He was run away, but not his ex-wife," Gu Fei lit a cigarette again. "It's the incumbent. They didn't divorce."

"... Ah," Jiang froze, leaned back to the sofa and closed his eyes. "Fuck, it's **** messy garbage."

"She hasn't been back in a long time. I can't see her once in a few years." Gu Fei said.

This is probably Gu Fei comforting him, this woman generally does not appear, will not appear once every few years.

But Jiang Yan feels that no statement can save his mood now. No matter if she appears once every few years, she will never appear again in her whole life. She is also her own mother.

As incredible as Li Baoguo, but authentic.

He especially wanted to call Shen Yiqing and ask her why she had such an inability to adopt a child from such a family.

"Brother," Gu Fei called him, "I'll tell you when you come."

"What?" Jiang Yan stood up and walked to him.

"If you take a picture tomorrow," Gu Fei pointed at the screen, "pay attention to your arms, you can take a little ..."

"I rely on it," Jiang Yan didn't know what he was wearing in the wind-filled clothes until now. He couldn't carry it. He pointed at the photo. Work? "

Gu Fei smiled: "No, I am quick to modify the pictures, all flow operations ..."

"Is this still flowing? Has it been flowing for so long or where is this water flowing?" Jiang Yan could not understand, "Is this a dammed lake?"

"Everything else has been repaired, and I'll just take this one out and tell you." Gu Fei said.

"Why do you have to take this? Do I have no arms on other photos?" Jiang Yan sighed.

Gu Fei laughed for a long time, and finally sighed: "This one is really good, I guess Boss Ding will use this as the main feature, maybe I will give you one."

"Get out," Jiang Yan said.

"Did I just remember what you said?" Gu Fei asked.

"Remember," Jiang Yan took a chair and sat behind him. "Fold your arms a bit."

"Then I continue." Gu Fei said.

Jiang Yan looked at his mouse and clicked on the various options next to the photo. The photo changed suddenly and suddenly. After comparison, he couldn't see any difference from the previous one, only he knew Gu Fei is indeed in "flowing operations."

Looking at photos of himself in various poses and tossing back and forth in Gu Fei's hands, I felt a bit unable to look directly at it, and I was always worried that such clear photos would have been shot with scum and nose hair ...

He got up and sat back on the sofa, and pulled out the book from his bag.

"Don't watch it?" Gu Fei asked, without stopping.

"No," Jiang Yan said, "do you still have a table in your house?"

"Doing homework?" Gu Fei turned to look at him.

"Well," Jiang Yan nodded. "I have an exam in a few days, and I have to read the book."

Gu Fei still looked at him, his hands stopped, and he asked for a while: "Do you want to review?"

"Crap," Jiang Yan also stared at him inexplicably. "Are you going to take the exam without reviewing it?"

"Oh." Gu Fei threw the mouse and stood up, moved the monitor and keyboard on the table aside, unplugged the speaker and placed it on the case under the table, and cleared out half of the table.

"Do you usually not have a desk for any homework?" Jiang Yan put the books and books on the table.

"I copied it when I had time, and didn't write when I didn't." Gu Fei answered.

"... Oh." Jiang Yan remembered that Gu Fei was a scumbag.

Homework is not a particularly annoying thing for Jiang Yan. Anyway, he can write it anyway, but every time he writes it very seriously.

He didn't like writing homework when he was in elementary school, but he was very disciplined at home, and the consequences of not doing homework were very serious. He slowly developed a habit of writing hurriedly and seriously, and after that he could play crazy.

In contrast, the two twin brothers never bothered them.

So genetics are not the same, genes are genes.

If he was not adopted and grew up next to Li Baoguo, then he would be Li Baoguo and Li Hui.

He sighed softly, and recovered his thoughts to continue his homework.

In the gap between the writings, he could see Gu Fei's hand holding the mouse, which was really nice.

Gu Fei doesn't play guitar, but he should play piano, although I don't know how it is.

Jiang Yan likes to see his fingers jumping between the keys. This is the only fun he had when practicing the piano. The only motivation for playing a piece of music is that he wants his fingers to jump more beautifully.

When the homework was almost finished, Gu Fei's hand left the mouse, and it was estimated that the photo had been processed.

"Did you finish writing?" Gu Fei asked.

"Almost," Jiang Yan asked as he wrote. "Do you want to copy?"

"Will you copy it for me?" Gu Fei asked again.

"Sometimes I have to face once." Jiang glanced at him.

"That won't be copied," Gu Fei stretched, "I'm sleepy, you write first, I'll take a bath."

"Oh." Jiang Yan answered.

Although writing his homework was a very unsuccessful thing, he still had some not-so-impressive imaginations after Gu Fei left the room.

Not just for Gu Fei, but just because Gu Fei ’s "take a bath" ... After all, he is also a person who has watched many films. In this atmosphere after exchanging secrets with Gu Fei, these three words The lethality is still great.

What made him unbearable was that it was easy to calm down with homework. When Gu Fei took a bath and wore pajamas to enter the house, he suddenly rose again.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.

"Would you like to wash it?" Gu Fei opened the drawer of the closet and took out a paper box. "I have old pajamas, did I wear underwear ..."

"Okay." Jiang Yan quickly got up, grabbed the carton and turned away.

"There are three." Gu Fei said behind him.

Jiang Yan opened the box again and took one out, threw the box back to him, and walked out of the room.

If this is not at Gu Fei ’s house, his mother and sister are all in the house, he really wants to fix it in the bathroom. After this time, he has n’t done much of this activity. Li Baoguo, who always enters the door, always There will be toilets where cockroach spiders pass ...

After thinking a lot, he found out that Gu Fei hadn't brought him a towel. After hesitating, he picked up the clothes that had been wet with water, and wiped them casually.

After putting on his underwear, he again found in pain that he had gone too fast and didn't get pajamas.

"I'll do it." He picked up the clothes he had changed, and it was already wet, and it became wetter after he wiped it.

After half a day of ideological struggle, he made up his mind to grit his teeth and open the bathroom door. Isn't that just going back to the house after taking a bath? What can be a guilty conscience?

Even if he is, Gu Fei is the same, then, not both of them have to make an appointment.

But before he walked out with confidence, he saw a set of pajamas on the chair at the bathroom door.

Gu Fei, who is used to taking care of people, is sometimes an angel ... He grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on, and was relieved.

When the door of Gu Fei's room was pushed open, the computer on the desk was turned off. Gu Fei sat cross-legged on the bed and played with his mobile phone.

"I ..." Jiang Yan walked towards the sofa awkwardly.

"Let's sleep," Gu Fei said without looking up. "Don't sleep on the sofa."

"Why?" Jiang Yan felt strange.

"Gu Miao sleepwalk sometimes comes in to sleep on the sofa," Gu Fei said, "she will be scared if you take her place."

"She still sleepwalks?" Jiang Yan said.

"Not many times, but you are here today, she's very excited, I'm a little worried." Gu Fei put down his phone and looked at him.

"Okay," Jiang Yan wanted to say that I slept in the living room, but felt too deliberate, so he nodded. "You sleep."

"Huh?" Gu Fei didn't understand.

"You bed," Jiang Yan pointed to his bed. The bed in Gu Fei's bedroom was with a shelf. The head and foot of the bed were sealed, like the Chinese bed in the past, although it was very fashionable , But still with a strong sense of privacy, "I'll sleep outside."

"Okay," Gu Fei moved inside, and replaced him with the pillow and quilt inside.

"Why do you buy such a bed?" Jiang Yan sat next to the bed. "Are you safe?"

"Fang Gu Miao," Gu Fei pointed at the foot of the bed. "Sometimes she comes in without knocking on the door, and she can see the bed as soon as she enters. She's angry when she can't open. "

"... Ah." Jiang Yan couldn't help but look back at him.

Gu Fei looked at him seriously.

"Fuck." Jiang Yan laughed. Although this topic was a bit ridiculous, it was really funny to think about it.

"It's so tired to have such a sister," Gu Fei laughed for a while, "I've probably done something in my last life and I'm sorry about her."

"No," Jiang Yan leaned against the bed and pulled the quilt over. "In fact, it's because you are a good brother."

"Really." Gu Fei bowed his head and continued playing with the phone.

"Well, although you always play mentally retarded games ..." Jiang Yan glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and found that Gu Fei did not play mentally eradicated today. It is probably heartless, "I had two younger brothers."

"Two?" Gu Fei turned his head in surprise.

"Well, twins, I'm two years old," Jiang Yan put the pillows behind his back. "I'm annoyed when I see them, and I'm annoyed when they see me. I haven't said a word to them for a long time ... "

"Different personalities," Gu Fei said.

"Well, the whole family is different from me." Jiang Yan said.

Both were silent and stopped talking.

However, the silence in the room didn't make Jiang Yan feel embarrassed anymore. After a while, he took his cell phone and started talking with Pan Zhi.

-Grandpa, do you remember Huang Hui from Class 117?

-You can't help but finally start?

-No, I want to say that she has a dog with Liang Zhiyong.

-Just get started, you still have a chance, get involved

-I think so too, I'm considering who can easily succeed with them.

Jiang Yan had fun with the phone for a long time, and Gu Fei turned his head and glanced at him.

"My buddy," Jiang Yan said cheerfully, "I fell in love early."

"Is that going to the gym with you during the winter vacation?" Gu Fei asked.

"Well," Jiang Yan nodded, thinking again and smiling, "that's the grandson."

After the music was over, they were silent again, and the two continued to play on the mobile phone. Although Jiang Yan initially felt that this posture of leaning on the bedside would make him embarrassing and difficult to move, but he did not expect that this was the most time he had had Comfortable "before falling asleep".

After playing for a while Gu Fei laughed slightly twice.

Jiang Yan turned to look at him, and he handed the phone over: "Did you watch the post these two days?"

"I didn't care," Jiang Yan took the cell phone. "Is it about discussing the game?"

"Um." Gu Fei nodded with a smile.

Jiang Yan glanced at the screen. The post bar in the 4th was quite lively. There were a lot of posts and replies. He glanced at the title.

· Dafei is so handsome that my male **** is suffocated

·This one! Little handsome guy! Who! Seek details!

· Who said that the eight weak chickens came out, I promise to kill him! !! !!

· Handsome guy taking off pants, multi-picture, traffic party cautious

· Weak question, does anyone come to discuss tactics ...

He smiled, feeling that the style of the title, the people in the fourth became more cute than usual: "Have you posted a post?"

"Of course I'm back," Gu Fei said.

"What is the id?" Jiang Yan asked, turning over.

"Fancy handsome." Gu Fei said.

Jiang froze for a moment, then turned around and coughed for a while before turning his head: "I fuck?"

"Keep it secret," Gu Fei said, "no one knows this is me."

"It needs to be kept secret, and the little rabbit can still push the pot to Gu Miao," Jiang Yan said twice. "If this id is found, your high-cold person will collapse in an instant."

Gu Fei smiled and didn't speak.

· It's not that I look at people, but who and who are really a little ...

When Jiang Yan turned to this, his fingers shook. The small picture under the title can be seen at a glance. This is him and Gu Fei.

... It's terrible to post it.