Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 212 Rounding me off is more important
Song Yan's face was full of joy at the beginning of the performance, and he was also a little lucky, but after half a minute, his expression seemed to be enduring something extremely wronged.

Qi Yue looked at him at a loss, really didn't know what to say to ease the current atmosphere, as a person with almost zero verbal ability, she could only look at Song Yan, and then asked: "What's the problem? ?"

"Qi Yue, why didn't you tell me? You have known me since a very early age, and you have been drawing my manga since a very early age." Song Yan asked her.

Qi Yue recalled the mood of drawing Song Yanmantu before, and said, "I just did something that made you happy, so I must tell you?"

Song Yan looked more aggrieved than before: "You liked me a long time ago, so why didn't you tell me?"

The slight expression on Qi Yue's face was a bit weird, she wanted to say that she really didn't like Song Yan earlier, how could Song Yan see from a few cartoons that she had long been deeply attached to him?

Is Song Yan too trusting or Song Yan trusting her too much?
Qi Yue smashed her mouth and said, "Well, it's actually like this. Your cartoons are some interesting pictures I came to pass the time when I was in college. I happened to see you , so I drew some, and later someone said that I liked you, so I continued this one-month series. But Song Yan, I want to clarify one point, that is, I didn’t like you long ago.”

Although this is a bit hurtful to say bluntly, it is much better than hesitating and reverse default.

Song Yan's expression changed into aggrieved in seconds, Qi Yue has always believed in Song Yan's performance when it comes to changing his face.

Both of them were speechless for a while, Qi Yue said: "I liked you before, but I didn't like you like a lover. I like you now, I like you like a lover. Are you satisfied?"

She wanted to say something to comfort Song Yan, and after much deliberation, she said a few words.

Song Yan nodded, nodded sharply: "Okay."

Qi Yue: "Well, that's it. I like you very much. I like you very much. The love letter is written for you, and the painting is also drawn for you."

A subtle thought came to Song Yan's mind, and he felt balanced and even more comfortable.

Qi Yue drew a lot of cartoons for him, starting five years ago, and maintained a high output for two years, and then stopped for three years after being with him, and drew some more after three years, plus following him The post-production for the entire crew when I was in the group, the total sum is much more than the more than 20 portraits of his little uncle at home.

It's just that one is hung up, and the other is stored in the phone, there is not much difference. Besides, his little uncle is indeed suitable for hanging up now.

If Song Yan knew that the rest was preparing for his own art exhibition for Song Zhaoyan's first anniversary, he would probably spit out a mouthful of old blood all the way, and then get depressed on the spot.

Song Yan had a small plan in mind, planning to coax Qi Yue into painting him again.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Qi Yue picked up the chopsticks and ate something, stood up and stretched: "I still have work to do, remember to clean the bowl."

"Okay." Song Yan is like a puppy with legs. If he had a tail, he would be shaking the fan by now.

Song Yan whimpered a few times like a gentle little beast, not whimpers of grievance, but of a happy kind, as if he was talking to his director or something, and seemed to be simply expressing his current emotions.

Qi Yue stepped on her slippers and walked to the study room. Once inside, she quickly closed the door, and then rummaged through the books she had put on the table, trying to find if there was anything else she had forgotten.

She didn't find it. It seems that she just picked up a letter and a painting and was discovered by Song Yan. Is this the legendary Murphy's Law?

Qi Yue raised his head to the sky and howled silently, then sighed.

She turned on the computer. Fortunately, after Yuxi used it, she encrypted all the private files and hid them, so no one could open them except her.

At the end of Qi Yue's eyes, she saw a piece of A4 paper next to the elbow of her right hand. She noticed it when she was flipping through the book just now, but she didn't see what it was. Although there are a lot of words drawn on it, they are generally neat, not her fonts, like Song Yan's.

Qi Yue glanced at the entire content on the paper, and was surprised to find that Song Yan was actually writing a song.

Song Yan’s voice is nice. After learning the knowledge of music theory, she can sing very pleasantly. She also likes to listen to it. Sometimes when she is bored, she turns on Song Yan’s songs in the player room and listens to them while she is in a daze. The time passes happily.

All his songs have a creative team, he just needs to start singing according to the tune.

Qi Yue said that the paper was spread on the table to read, and the words were written very euphemistically, not in the style of his previous works, and probably written for his fans.

Song Yan is really fond of fans, and he is about to quit the circle. He wrote a song for his fans at the last moment.

After reading it carefully again, she put the paper back in its original place, turned on PS and began to make a poster for the artist's announcement.

Song Yan warmed up the milk for her and brought it in, while Qi Yue was halfway through the painting.

"Go to bed early, I came back late tonight, it's already past eleven o'clock." Song Yan said.

Qi Yue nodded her chin: "Okay, you sleep first, I'll finish drawing this poster."

Song Yan put the milk next to her computer, "Will you go to the concert?"

"Yes, I will. I snatched all the tickets. When will Mr. Song give us a refund?"

"Have you bought a ticket?"

Qi Yue nodded: "Yes, it's robbed, for the VIP seat, 3000 yuan, you pay."

Song Yan sighed regretfully: "I left you a ticket, why didn't you tell me that you bought the ticket, and lost the opportunity for a fan of mine to come and see me."

Song Yan looked quite decent with regret, Qi Yue looked up at him: "Are you very reluctant?"

Song Yan nodded: "It's the last time."

Some children wear adult clothes and strive to be adults, while others wear adult clothes and will always be children's hearts.

"A man is a teenager until his death" is really good, such a childish Song Yan is a good example.

Qi Huan took out his mobile phone: "Then I will refund the ticket now, is there a waiter?"

Song Yan: "Huh? Candidate?"

Qi Yue: "That's right, if there are alternates, another person will grab it immediately after I refund the ticket."

"I'll ask Xu Zhen."

"You saved the ticket, have you ever thought about inviting others to watch your concert?" Qi Yue asked again.

Song Yan thought for a while, then shook his head: "Except for you, there is no one."

Qi Yue thought to herself: So she is still favored alone?

Probably thinking about dealing with this matter, Song Yan went out after saying these few words, Qi Yue watched him close the door, and then continued to draw posters.

In the end, Song Yan still didn't let Qi Yue refund the ticket, he gave the extra ticket to Shen Qiong.

(End of this chapter)