Chapter 58: As long as you sing it is the best

Qiao Yang had explained his relationship with Su Cheng several times, and he knew it in his heart. But still can't help being jealous.
He wanted Qiao Yang to only look at him, only him in his heart, to be good to him, and to write songs for him alone.
But if these words were said, it seemed that he was too petty and unreasonable. Strong possessiveness will also make Qiao Yang have a sense of distance from him.
He could only swallow these emotions. Facing Qiao Yang's question, he replied in a low voice: "If you write the lyrics, you can sing it to me, okay?"
It is not a recorded voice, but Qiao Yang himself sings in front of him.
Qiao Yang smiled and said: "You have been looking at me for so long, is it just to ask this? Okay, I'll sing it for you."
"It's just... I haven't studied vocal music, nor professional training. If I sing, I don't have the singing skills and expressive power of a professional singer. I, I will try my best."
Gu Ye still looked at him, his voice slowly and lowly: "As long as you sing, it is the best."
A person with a pair of peach-eyed eyes can always reveal a charming color unconsciously. Especially when Gu Ye looked at you intently with deep eyes like this, and said that as long as it is you, as long as it is you.
It always makes people feel his deep affection and deep love, which makes people fall into it.
Qiao Yang's heartbeat speeded up when he saw him, he hurriedly pretended to lower his head to eat, and hummed softly.
It's just that the earlobes that can't be covered by short hair are slightly flushed.
Gu Ye wanted to reach out and squeeze, but also held back.
After dinner, the two went to the promenade outside the hotel.
In the early summer season and the weekend is approaching, there are a lot of guests on vacation, and the hotel is full of prosperity.
The guests who came out for a walk after dinner were also gathering in twos and threes, talking, laughing, or playing around. Occasionally, there are a few children playing in the crowd.
The night in the mountains is no longer lonely and quiet.
Gu Ye walked a little faster, Qiao Yang followed his steps with his hands in his pants pockets, or looked at the stars in the sky, or looked at the frolicking children, or said a word or two to Gu Ye.
It's a real aimless walk.
And Gu Ye looked for opportunities in his heart when he saw the hands of Qiao's dress pocket.
It's impossible to get people dirty so quickly, there must be a gradual process, at least to hold a hand tonight.
He deliberately took people to quieter and more remote places.
At this time, their cell phones rang together.
Gu Ye was a message from Geng Hui, and Qiao Yang was a call from Qiao Jin.
They were all talking about the same thing: Li Songran was caught!
Qiao Yang asked in surprise: "It's great. Now it's ok and relieved."
Although Qiao Jin's tone was brisk, she still had concerns: "He can run away for so long to show that someone is behind him to help him. If you take this opportunity to pull out the people behind him, it will be over."
"And there is something very suspicious. He was arrested in a tea house in a small town more than 100 kilometers away from S city. At that time, someone in the tea house was reported to be a crowd gambling."
"When the police went to check the gambling, Li Songran was dragged by the shop owner and said that he had not paid and was not allowed to leave. The police found him arrested on the spot."
"But then it was found out that Li Songran had paid, and the boss said that it was too messy and he remembered the wrong person."
"It's fortunate for us that he was misunderstood and caught without paying. But don't you think it's a coincidence?"
Qiao Yang pondered: "Yes, it's a coincidence."
Qiao Jin speculated: "Either Li Songran offended someone who was deliberately leaking the target, or someone was deliberately helping us. Whatever it is, be careful. I now leave a few people around the restaurant to observe the situation."
What Gu Ye received was the same message: [Li Songran was arrested in a small teahouse in Jiangzhen. The situation was too coincidental. It should be deliberately designed to expose the target. 】
He thought for a while: [Send a few people to the Jiangzhen teahouse to see the situation, and then check if any suspicious foreign vehicles entered the town on that day. 】
After Li Songran escaped, not only did the Qiao family keep investigating in secret, but Gu Ye also sent many people to find clues.
He was wondering: Could it be that Su Cheng was helping behind this time?
Just thinking about Qiao Yang, he called Su Cheng, "Brother, did you do it?"
Su Cheng sneered and disdain: "Yes, that person still wants to sell his life to me, let me help him break the Qiao family. Who does he think he is. He is very cautious to escape, my people lose him, so I have to let them I got there."
Li Songran desperately asked Qiao Sheng for help?
Is Qiao Sheng still doing any unspeakable business behind his back?
Qiao Yang was slightly worried: "Why is he..."
He glanced at Gu Ye next to him and didn't ask, but just advised him: "You, be careful too. Don't get caught."
Su Cheng's tone is relaxed: "Don't worry, what I do now is serious. Where are you?"
Qiao Yang: "I'm still in the resort, mainly playing, and also looking for inspiration for writing songs by the way."
After all, I was calling my brother. I couldn’t help but want to ask a few more words: "Where are you?"
"When can I finish everything on hand?"
"Did you expose yourself when you caught Li Songran?"
"When will you return to s city?"
He also said about writing a new song for Qiao Sheng.
While chatting happily, the wrists in the pockets of the pants were grabbed by a pair of warm hands.
Qiao Yang turned his head and met Gu Ye's slightly dissatisfied eyes.
Immediately after his wrist was gently pulled out, Gu Ye's palm moved down his wrist, grabbed his palm and five fingers, and held it tightly.
Qiao Yang tried to withdraw it slightly, but Gu Ye clenched even harder, and Wei Wei's stubbornness brought some aggrieved expressions.
Qiao Yang stopped moving.
Su Cheng was still on the other end and said: "It will be a while, I want to set up a branch of the company in S City, where to handle the main business."
Qiao Yang: "If setting up a branch is too troublesome, forget it. Anyway..."
He just wanted to say: I can also go to you.
Feeling the heat and strength in Gu Ye's palm, he changed his words and said, "Anyway, city s is not far away from city a."
Su Cheng: "It's okay. I mainly import and export abroad. The office location is the same everywhere."
"What about you, don't you have to raise your fame not long after you came here? Make more works?"
The elder brother is the elder brother, will habitually urge him, and worry about his future and career.
Qiao Yang felt that the salted fish might not go on in the future.
He smiled and explained to him: "I know, I am also writing two songs now, one of which is for you, and I haven't written it completely yet..."
As soon as the voice fell, the hand holding him loosened slightly.
But soon, Gu Ye's fingers passed through his fingers again and clasped firmly.
The ten fingers clasped tightly without a 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 in the body, the body and mind can feel the existence that people around can not ignore.
Qiao Yang didn't want to call anymore, and hung up after saying goodnight to Su Cheng.
He looked at the man next to him with his lips pressed tightly, his brows slightly twisted, his eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and grievance, but he didn't say a word, just clasped his hand tightly.
Gu Ye was eating Qiao Sheng's jealousy again.
Qiao Yang wanted to laugh, but couldn't explain it. Allowing Gu Ye to hold his hand, the two continued to walk on the quiet walking path.
After being quiet for a while, Gu Ye spoke first: "What are you thinking about?"
Gu Ye's voice was uniquely low and soft, and it echoed quietly.
It's very comfortable like a warm wind blowing.
Qiao Yang answered him: "I'm thinking of writing the lyrics for you."
Gu Ye shook his hand and smiled: "Now you can still think of the lyrics?"
Qiao Yang said, "It is because of my current mood that I can think of the lyrics."
The feeling of liking someone for the first time, the feeling of walking together holding hands, and the feeling of being picked up by Gu Ye's possessiveness can all trigger his inspiration for writing.
"Think of words that can not only express our current state, but also match every syllable and melody."
Gu Ye stopped and asked him in a low voice, "What is our current state?"
Qiao Yang didn't answer, just looked up at him.
Under the light of the dimly yellow street lamp, he saw Qiao Yang's bright eyes flashing with fine light, like jumping.
For a moment, Gu Ye thought Qiao Yang was about to cry with tears in his eyes.
He was startled and raised his hand to caress Qiaoyang's eyes.
Qiao Yang blinked, and his long eyelashes ran across his fingertips, itchy, soft and soft.
But the end of the slender eyes was red, leaving a little damp.
Gu Ye was flustered: "You, why..."
Are you crying?
Although there is only one drop, it is also a tear.
Qiao Yang smiled: "It just suddenly felt a little weird. Two unrelated people, separated so far apart, are now in each other's hearts."
The few words he said later were the lyrics he thought of.
After matching the melody and lyrics in the brain, I sang it silently in my heart, but it produced a strong empathy.
Qiao Yang shook his hand, feeling the temperature and strength of the interlocking, and said: "I still don't think it is real."
Gu Ye didn't know if this was the composer. The composer was more sensitive and devoted to things and feelings than ordinary people.
Qiao Yang's likes are more straightforward and more delicate than his.
It is the purest sincere liking that is not feminine and pretentious, and is not contaminated with material desires, utility and desires.
People like Qiao Yang are worthy of being treated with the best feelings.
He released the hand holding Qiao Yang, but placed one hand on the back of the man's head and raised his jaw with the other.
Qiao Yang was stunned. Following Gu Ye's movements, he raised his head slightly. Qingjun looked at Gu Ye with a bewildered and confused face. He couldn't imagine what Gu Ye would do next.
Panicked.
Gu Ye lowered his head, looked at Qiao Yang with the most pious eyes, and gently kissed him with the most gentle movement.
Falling on the damp spot at the end of the man's eyes, the warm and soft lips did not leave immediately.
The tip of the tongue slipped quietly across the lips, gently rubbed, and rolled up slightly.
Rolling the poor damp tears into his mouth, the salty taste gradually dispersed, enough for him to taste the aftertaste.
This is Qiao Yang's taste.
He let go of Qiao Yang, but then grasped Qiao Yang's slightly stiff hands.
Looking at the man who was still in a daze and consternation, he smiled and asked:
"In this way, do you feel real?"