It started to rain outside the window, pattering.
The air is slightly cold.
Song Hongdou gave Song Ci a look and signaled him to turn off the radio microphone hanging on his chest.
In this way, the only scene captured by the program crew is two people standing together drinking, but you can't hear what the two people were talking about.
Song Hongdou said: "The song tonight is really nice, what's its name?"
Song Ci said: "If it were then."
Song Hongdou recited silently for a few moments and said, "If only then... yes, if then..."
There seemed to be countless past events flowing through her words.
Song Ci waved his hand and said, "It's just a song, don't think too much."
Song Hongdou raised his glass, touched it with Song Ci, and opened her red lips: "After we broke up, how many relationships did you have? Didn't you say you had four exes before? In other words, am I your first love?"
Her eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Song Ci looked at her calmly: "You are not my first love."
The two men looked at each other for ten seconds.
It seems that no one is convinced by anyone.
Song Hongdou even straightened her chest slightly.
If you look at her from the side at this moment, she basically has her head down but no feet visible.
Naturally, Song Ci was not to be outdone. He looked at her without blinking, and then suddenly said: "You have eye jelly."
"Ah?" Song Hongdou exclaimed in surprise, and just as he was about to wipe it, Song Ci suddenly laughed.
"I'm just teasing you, it's so unreasonable!"
Song Hongdou rolled her eyes. She could see that although she was not wearing any makeup, the light fell on the side of her face, as if the moonlight was spreading out, which was really beautiful.
"You are really good..." Song Hongdou took another sip of red wine and said, "Then...who am I your successor?"
Song Ci said: "Are you interrogating the prisoner? What do you want from me... It's already so late, don't tell me I have to go back to bed and get up early tomorrow."
Song Hongdou said: "You don't want to chat with me so much... Hey, actually, um... I've been preparing for a new album recently, but I haven't been able to find a suitable title song. After all, you know, I am now With your status in the music industry, you really need to be very cautious when releasing an album. If you are not careful, your reputation will directly collapse."
Song Ci said: "That shouldn't be the case. You are Queen Song. If you let the wind go out, why don't those professional musicians give you their own works?"
Song Hongdou shook his head: "I have listened to no less than a hundred demos in the past two years, and I barely managed to get eight songs, and there are still two songs missing, so I want to find you to see if you have any songs that are suitable for me. "
Song Hongdou looked at Song Ci seriously.
Her mouth pouted slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
Her eyelashes were very long, and she had a faint fragrance coming from her body because she had taken a shower.
Song Ci is 183cm, and she is 168cm.
So Song Ci is a head taller than her.
At this moment, she raised her head slightly, looking at Song Ci with a slightly pitiful look in her eyes.
Music began to play in Song Ci's head.
[The most willing to forget the ancient poems, the most dismissive is lovesickness]
[Keeping love is afraid of people laughing, but also afraid of people seeing clearly]
[I came to see the red beans bloom again in the spring, but I didn’t see anyone picking them]
"Don't worry, I'll give it to you at the best price in the industry." Song Hongdou said, "And you won't lose money by selling me the song. With my popularity, you should also have the copyright fee for "Hongdou" that you receive every year. Six figures, right?”
Song Ci was silent for a moment, actually listening to the song in his head.
"Forget it, forget it if you don't want to." Seeing that Song Ci was indifferent, Song Hongdou's eyes suddenly dimmed.
Song Ci digested the songs in his mind, and then said: "I'll go back and think about it. You asked me to sing at last minute... I'm not a god."
A smile suddenly broke out on Song Hongdou's face: "Okay, then I'll wait for your good news."
Song Ci was amused by the speed at which the other party changed his face: "You change your face faster than my cat."
Suddenly, Song Ci thought of something and asked: "I will write a song for you. Aren't you worried about the public opinion after the song is published? After all, the two of us..."
Song Hongdou puffed up her chest, snorted and said, "We are still friends. We are innocent. This is a normal business relationship. Why should you care about other people's opinions!"
Song Ci said: "Indeed, so when the time comes, we must sign the contract carefully."
"As long as your songs are good, I can definitely afford a good price!"
It was raining heavily outside the window at night.
When Song Ci returned to the house, Shen Xi was already asleep.
He washed briefly and went to bed.
The next day, early in the morning.
Song Ci got up and first made a simple breakfast for everyone.
8:01.
Song Ci took the transparent umbrella handed over by the staff and walked into the drizzle with Song Hongdou.
The location of Shen Garden is actually in the suburbs.
There are rows of willow trees all around.
Song Ci and Song Hongdou both wore high shoes and stepped on the muddy path.
Not far away from the two of them were three staff members wearing raincoats.
Two of them are photographers.
There is a big river in the distance, and the rain is falling.
The mist rose.
This is the Qingming Festival.
Some villagers by the river were burning paper money to worship their ancestors.
The two walked up, and Song Ci asked: "Uncle, may I ask you how to get to Zhangjia Winery?"
The uncle held the paper money that was wetted by the rain in his hand, and pointed to the small village in the distance where smoke was rising from the kitchen.
Song Hongdou said thank you sweetly.
The two people held two umbrellas and walked through the dense rain curtain.
[It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls. 】
[Ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. 】
In Song Ci's mind, someone was reading poetry.
Song Hongdou took a gentle breath of cool air, her nose a little red from the cold.
"A bit cold?" Song Ci asked.
Song Hongdou hummed.
"Then let's go faster."
Half an hour later, after asking three more local villagers, the two people arrived at Zhangjia Winery.
The winery is located deep in the small village. Standing outside now, a strong aroma of wine invades the tip of the nose, making people feel elated.
There was a child at the door, about seven or eight years old.
Song Ci called twice at the door, but no one responded.
Song Ci and Song Hongdou... Those looking for wine will not find it.
"Kid, come here, do you know where the wine shop owner is?"
Xiaowa stood in front of the camera timidly: "My parents are burning paper money on the mountain."
Song Hongdou handed him the umbrella in her hand: "Why don't you hold an umbrella?"
Seeing that Song Hongdou had no umbrella, Song Ci tilted his umbrella slightly.
The two Song dynasties held one umbrella together.
The rain seems to be getting heavier.
