SAYE [Run Freely]

Chapter 33

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After the non-verbal agreement ended, neither of the two spoke again.

Gu Fei did not acknowledge or denied Jiang Cheng's question, and even after Jiang Cheng came to the "conclusion", he still did not acknowledge or deny it.

His attitude was a little vague, but Jiang Cheng felt that it was enough. His question was originally just a daring probe that simply appeared to be an attack to protect his own secret.

There were so many people in this world who wanted to keep themselves hidden and so many things that they needed to keep hidden.

Gu Fei opened the window just a crack, lit a cigarette, and prepared to continue with retouching the images.

After two drags, Jiang Cheng reached out his hand: "Give me one."

"You usually smoke, don't you?" Gu Fei placed the pack of cigarettes in his hands. "How come you're always asking me for one? What happens when I'm not here?"

"I ran out," Jiang Cheng said and lit one. "If you're not here, I just won't smoke."[1]

Gu Fei cracked the window open just a bit more.

"It's cold." Jiang Cheng withdrew back onto the sofa.

"Then go smoke in the kitchen with the vent on." Gu Fei clicked the mouse and enlarged Jiang Cheng's face on the screen.

In fact, for photos of clothes, he was generally disinclined to deal with the model's face or only casually touched it up a bit at the very end - though, for most photos, he would directly crop out the face if he thought that it wasn't shot nicely.

This face of Jiang Cheng, however, was honestly very good - so good that he could set aside the details of the clothing and get to work on that face first.

With the small lounging sofa near the desk, Jiang Cheng was basically face-to-face with him from where he was and couldn't possibly see the screen, contrariwise, he needed not to fret over the embarrassment that would betide for if Jiang Cheng caught sight of him high-spiritedly touching up the model's face first for photos he took of clothes.

"Gu Fei." Jiang Cheng reached over to lightly flick the ash into the ashtray on the desk.

"En." Gu Fei pushed the ashtray toward his hand. "Using my full name again?"

"You know, that was a plea earlier.[2] I had to try and pretend to be friendly with you." Jiang Cheng held the cigarette in his mouth and smiled. "I have a question to ask you."

"Ask away." Gu Fei stared at the screen, and to be truthful, there wasn't much that needed to be done to this face of Jiang Cheng's - physiognomically beautiful with also remarkably good skin.

Jiang Cheng glanced over at the bookcase, "The musical score that I saw last time, you wrote it right?"

"En?" Gu Fei froze and then also looked over at the bookcase.

"With such a large stack of books on music composition and all sorts of theories, if you still insist on saying that you didn't write it," Jiang Cheng said. "That's just being too dishonest."

Gu Fei laughed and after a while leaned back into the chair, "Yeah, I wrote it."

"How unexpected." Jiang Cheng spun the cup in his hand, "It sounded pretty good. An illiterate that can also write and compose music..."

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

"A majorly unenthusiastic xuezha who can also write scores..." Jiang Cheng glanced at him. "You have any finished works?"