Chapter 14 (1/2)
“…… Brother. ”
Qiao Yang is holding a mobile phone in his hand. Obviously, the voice is very loud, but he is afraid that Qiao Zhen can't hear him. He raises it slightly.
However, Qiao Zhen's next words, let him thoroughly cool from head to foot.
”Are you kidding? Turn it off!”
Joke?
Qiao Yang looked at him with wide eyes.
Qiao Zhen looked at him coldly, fingered the document on the table and asked: ”dare to say that this document is not made by you?”
”I'm still saying that. If you want, you can come and get it.”
”But you trip me up with this false data and dark means? Third, when you want something, you hurt something more important than profit. ”
Qiao Zhen looked at him with disappointment: ”you will never understand this truth.”
And Qiao Yang can not describe that kind of disappointment to want to cry mood.
is as like as two peas, but the soul is another.
He's not Josh.
It's not a brother.
He tried to calm down and turn off his cell phone.
On the question of Qiao Zhen's disappointment and anger, Qiao Yang swallows down his enthusiasm and replies:
”I did it, but I didn't want to impeach you at the meeting. And I'm not who I used to be, believe it or not. ”
Qiao Yang took a deep breath and went on to say: ”and, this only exists in my USB flash drive. Why did it come to my brother's hand? Big brother had better find out who is deliberately stirring up the relationship between our brothers. ”
Qiao Zhen looked into his eyes, trying to find sophistry, but he didn't.
When Qiao Yang said something, his voice was gentle, his expression was calm, and his eyes were bright and calm.
In the face of his questioning, he is not anxious or impatient, and seems to have nothing to do with him.
But he couldn't believe it.
Qiao Yang this is time to do things, he saw in the eyes, gas in the heart.
The third is always to indulge father and son.
The second brother always thinks that the overall situation is the most important thing and harmony is the most important thing. Only then can he tolerate the third one again and again.
But the third greedy manic, again and again stupid behavior failed to live up to his family expectations.
Qiao Zhen, as the eldest son of the Qiao family, shoulders the heavy burden of the Qiao family and the Qiao family group. He must not allow the Qiao family to be destroyed in the hands of the third.
Qiao Zhen looked at Qiao Yang for a long time, and his low voice warned again:
”this is the last time. Don't let me catch you in the future. Otherwise, I won't care about a little bit of brotherhood. ”
After Qiao Zhen left, Qiao Yang sat down on the chair directly.
How much hope, disappointment has sorrow.
For a time, he was exhausted to the extreme, and his identity, including the body, which Joe brought to him, did not belong to him.
He is still a man.
He assigned his work to Liu Wen and Li songran, the deputy director, and then drove to Yemei.
In the afternoon, he was the only guest in the bar on the third floor.
He asked for a bottle of brandy, lying on the bar slowly drink, swallow a mouth bitter spicy, pressure heart lonely lost.
Mobile phone still put that melody, he let his thoughts fly, occasionally had inspiration to write two lines of lyrics.
I don't know how long after, a careful voice sounded beside: ”Qiao Shao, how are you here?”
Qiao Yang turned to see, is a crescent colored sweater, casual jeans boy standing beside him, a clean and fresh look.
Just looking into his eyes, with some timidity and exploration.
Qiao Yang thought for a moment and then asked, ”what's the matter Mo Yu? ”
Mo Yu couldn't help nodding: ”yes, it's me.”
At the same time, it seems that Joe has forgotten his little expression.
Qiao Yang took up his glass and looked lazy because of his low mood. He asked, ”what are you doing here?”
Mo Yu was afraid that Qiao Yang thought he was coming to play, so he quickly explained: ”I'm here to sing, three days a week.”
Seeing that Qiao Yang didn't speak, he continued to explain I don't come to this kind of place just to earn some living expenses of University... ”
”Singing?”
Qiao Yang chuckled and asked, ”what songs do you sing?”
His smile was very gentle, because he had drunk wine, his eyes were confused.
Xinchang's figure is lazily leaning on the black bar. Against the background of the black wooden wine stand, the handsome and noble man is as beautiful as a mirage.
Mo Yu looked stupefied, looked flustered after returning to God and replied: ”just sing some popular songs now, and sometimes also sing songs ordered by guests.”
”You, do you have any songs you want to hear? I'll sing it to you His voice was getting smaller and his face was slightly hot.
”Yes.”
Qiao Yang replied lazily and handed him the lyrics written on the drawing paper: ”can you sing this song?”
Mo Yu looked at it, nervous and annoyed in an instant.Finally, he had the opportunity to show his voice in front of Qiao Yang, but he had never seen this song.
Just about to chagrin when shaking his head, Qiao Yang points to open the voice of the mobile phone: ”you listen, start from here.”
With the simple and smooth melody released, Qiao Yang gently touched every word written on the paper with his fingertips.
Mo Yu carefully listen to the music, focus on looking at Qiao Yang fingertips across the text.
Words and melody combined together, in the brain has a three-dimensional feeling, he gradually sing out a small voice.
Qiao Yang asked him, ”do you understand?”
Mo Yu nodded: ”well, I'll try.”
He also tried to say: ”this song and lyrics, are you writing it?”
The music is very nice to listen to, but it is also very simple, without too much decoration, like an uncut jade.
Qiao Yang nodded.
Mo Yu's eyes are bright, and he looks at him like adoration: ”you can compose music and write songs, you are really fierce.”
Qiao Yang pointed to the piano and asked him, ”why don't you try it together. I'll play you and sing
Mo Yu was more surprised: ”yes.”
Qiao Yang took off his suit jacket, untied his tie and sat in front of the black polished grand piano.
His shirt sleeve rolled up his elbow, revealing a cold white and tough arm, slender fingers on the black and white keys, suddenly flexible jump.
A series of compact, strong and powerful piano sounds burst out immediately.
It broke the silence of the third floor in an instant.
It seems to be playing without any rules, but with a shocking penetrating power.
The wine glass on the bar trembles slightly, and the amber wine is shaken out of layers of ripples.
The bartender and the staff in the distance all looked over in surprise and stopped to watch.
Mo Yu is surprised by another thing. He thinks Qiao Yang, a young master of a powerful family and a senior leader of a large group of enterprises, plays the piano as an amateur.
However, just now that steel smooth audition, you can feel the strength and flexibility of the fingers, is definitely not amateur level.
Qiao Yang did not know that he had become the presence of attention on the third floor, turned his head and gave Mo Yu a signal: ”start it.”
”Good.”
Mo Yu stands in a hurry and turns on the microphone switch.
He was very nervous, holding a paper full of lyrics in his hand and looking at it carefully.
There were few guests in the afternoon, and the third floor was empty.
On the small stage, in front of the black grand piano, the men sitting there are wearing white shirts and black trousers, outlining a tall, thin and strong figure.
In the light of the light, the casual face of Qingjun, with a natural noble spirit.
The slender ten fingers jump gracefully and flexibly on the black and white keys, playing a lyrical long tune.
The man immersed in his own playing out of the timbre, with some melancholy on his face, also made the whole third floor stained with melancholy atmosphere.
Bartenders and staff have put down their work, as if immersed in a gorgeous dream, enjoying the beautiful moment brought by vision and hearing.
This is Qiao Yang's face that they have never seen before.
After all, I only listened to the original song once, and the lyrics are all added now, so Mo Yu's singing is stumbling.
After that.
Mo Yu was very sorry: ”I still didn't follow up. Qiao Shao, give me the original song, and I'll practice it a few more times. I must sing this song well Here you are. ”
Qiao Yang: ”no problem.”
When the song was sent to Qiao Sheng, no words were written.
Now by him to fill in the words, and then Mo Yu sang out, it is really completed a work.
After the rain, Mo asked for the original number of brandy.
Outside the night gradually dark, night charm to the guests, gradually lively up.
After all, Mo Yu has the talent and foundation of music. After trying to sing it several times, he becomes more and more proficient.
The handsome boy, clear voice and soft melody attracted many guests to listen.
Of course, there are also drunken and smoked guests who come unsteadily and deliberately find fault:
”sing this song back and forth. It's like crying ghosts. Please change it for me!”
Mo Yu stopped and didn't know what to do.