From being on the show with my ex, it started to explode

Chapter 27 We are both innocent, why should we care about other people's opinions!
It was raining outside the window, pattering.

The air is slightly cold.

Song Hongdou gave Song Ci a look, signaling him to turn off the chest microphone hanging on his chest.

In this way, in the picture taken by the program group, there are only two people standing together drinking, but they can't hear what the two people are talking about.

Song Hongdou said: "That song tonight is really nice, what's its name?"

Song Ci said: "If at that time."

Song Hongdou said silently for a few times, "If at that time... yes, if at that time..."

In her words, there seemed to be countless past events circulating.

Song Ci waved his hand and said, "It's just a song, don't think too much about it."

Song Hongdou raised his wine glass, touched Song Ci, and her lips parted lightly: "After we broke up, how many times did you talk about? Didn't you say that you had four exes? In other words, am I your first love?"

Her gaze was half a smile but not a smile.

Song Ci looked at her calmly: "You are not my first love."

The two looked at each other for ten seconds.

It seems that no one is convinced.

Song Hongdou even straightened her chest slightly.

If you look at it from the side at this moment, she is basically an existence with her head down.

Song Ci was naturally not to be outdone, looked at her without blinking, and then suddenly said: "You have eye shit."

"Ah?" Song Hongdou yelled in surprise, and was about to wipe it off, when Song Ci burst out laughing.

"I'm just kidding you, so ignorant!"

Song Hongdou rolled her eyes, and she could see that she was not wearing any makeup at this moment, although her face was facing the sky, but the light fell on her side face, as if the moonlight was spreading out, it was really beautiful.

"You're really good..." Song Hongdou took another sip of red wine and said, "Then... how many times am I?"

Song Ci said: "Are you trying a prisoner? Why are you looking for me... It's so late, don't mention that I'm going back to sleep and I have to get up early tomorrow."

Song Hongdou said: "You don't want to chat with me so much... Hey, you really are, um...I'm preparing a new album recently, but I haven't been able to find a suitable title song. After all, you know that with my current status in the music industry, I really need to be cautious when releasing an album. If I'm not careful, my reputation will collapse directly."

Song Ci said: "It shouldn't be, you are Song Tianhou, you let the wind go, those professional musicians, why don't they bring their own works to you?"

Song Hongdou shook her head: "I have listened to no less than a hundred demos in the past two years, and I managed to get eight songs together, and there are still two songs left, so I want to find you and see if there are any songs suitable for me on your side."

Song Hongdou looked at Song Ci seriously.

Her mouth is slightly pouting, and the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned.

Her eyelashes are very long, and because of the bath, a faint fragrance wafts from her body.

Song Ci is 183cm, and she is 168cm.

So Song Ci is a head taller than her.

At this moment, she held her head up slightly, looking at Song Ci with a slightly pitiful look in her eyes.

In Song Ci's mind, music began to play.

[The most willing to forget the ancient poems, the most dismissive is lovesickness]

【Keeping love is afraid of being laughed at, and afraid of being seen clearly】

[Chun came to see the red beans blooming again, but no lover was there to pick them]

"Don't worry, I'll give you the top price in the industry." Song Hongdou said, "And you won't lose money by selling songs to me. With my popularity, the copyright fee of "Red Bean" you receive every year should be 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 Song Ci's indifference, Song Hongdou's eyes immediately dimmed.

Song Ci digested the song in his mind, and then said: "I'll go back and think about it, you just asked me to invite a song...I'm not a god."

Song Hongdou's face suddenly burst into a smile: "That's fine, then I'll wait for your good news."

Song Ci was amused by the face-changing speed of the other party: "Your face-changing speed is faster than my cat."

Suddenly, Song Ci thought of something and asked, "I'll write a song for you, aren't you worried about the public opinion after the song is released? After all, the two of us..."

Song Hongdou puffed out her chest, snorted coquettishly, and said, "We are still friends, we are innocent, this is a normal business relationship, why should we care about other people's opinions!"

Song Ci said: "Indeed, so we must sign the contract that should be signed at that time."

"As long as your song is good, I can definitely afford a good price!"

It was raining heavily at night outside the window.

When Song Ci returned to the house, Shen Xi had already fallen asleep.

He simply washed up and fell asleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

Song Ci got up and first made a simple breakfast for everyone.

[-]:[-].

Song Ci took the transparent umbrella handed over by the staff, and walked into the drizzle with Song Hongdou.

The location of Shen Yuan is actually in the suburbs.

All around, there are rows of willow trees.

Both Song Ci and Song Hongdou were wearing tall shoes, stepping on the somewhat muddy path.

Not far from the two, there were three staff members in raincoats.

Two of them are photographers.

There is a big river in the distance, and the rain falls.

A misty mist rose up.

It is the Ching Ming Festival at this moment.

Some villagers on the bank of the river were burning paper money to worship their ancestors.

The two walked up, and Song Ci asked, "Uncle, may I ask you, how can I get to Zhangjia Winery?"

The uncle held paper money that had been wet by the rain in his hand, and pointed to a small village in the distance, where smoke was rising from cooking.

Song Hongdou said thank you sweetly.

Two people held two umbrellas and walked through the dense rain curtain.

[It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by on the road want to die. 】

[Ask where is the restaurant, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. 】

In Song Ci's mind, someone was reading poems.

Song Hongdou took a breath of the cool air lightly, and Qiong's nose was a little red from the cold.

"Are you 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 arrived at Zhangjia Winery.

The wine shop is located in the depths of the small village. Standing outside at this moment, there is a strong aroma of wine intruding into the tip of the nose, making people feel euphoric.

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 who seek wine will never meet.

"Little friend, come here, do you know where the owner of the winery has gone?"

Xiaowa stood timidly in front of the camera: "My parents are burning paper money on the mountain."

Song Hongdou handed him the umbrella in his hand: "Why don't you open an umbrella?"

Seeing that Song Hongdou had no umbrella, Song Ci tilted his umbrella slightly.

The two Song Dynasties held an umbrella together.

The rain seems to be getting heavier.

(End of this chapter)