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Chapter 28 I Hold a Small Umbrella
Song Hongdou looked at the little baby and said, "Can you sell us your rice wine?"

The little doll held up the umbrella, held her head high, and shook her head: "I have the key."

Song Ci said: "My lord, this is also a big heart, it's raining, let you go outside alone."

The little doll stopped talking, just a pair of curious eyes, looking at the cameras in the hands of the two photographers.

His attention was quickly attracted.

Song Ci held an umbrella and led Song Hongdou, and the two of them leaned together.

"Let's go under that tree and wait for a while. If the boss doesn't come back after half an hour, I'll go back." Song Ci said.

Song Hongdou hummed lightly.

The hair on her temples was already wet from the rain, and now it was tightly attached to the fragile skin.

Song Ci turned his face slightly and glanced at her beautiful profile.

Song Hongdou tilted her head, and said, "Don't look, my makeup is all gone."

Song Ci smiled and said: "It's makeup, not you. What's beautiful is you, not makeup."

Song Hongdou was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Why are you so greasy!"

That's what he said, but it was obvious that the corners of Song Hongdou's mouth had turned up.

At this time.

On the winding path, bathed in misty rain, two figures wrapped in coir raincoats came one after the other.

It was the owner of the wine shop who came back.

According to legend, this winery has a history of hundreds of years.

Some experts have come here to investigate, and the microbiome here is very unique and rich, which also creates the wine brewed by the winery, which has a very mellow and refreshing taste.

Song Ci stepped forward and told the intention of the two of them.

The boss didn't care about the existence of the cameraman at all.

Apparently, some similar TV stations have often come to interview.

Song Ci made three catties of wine and put them in ceramic jars.

Then, still holding the umbrella, he and Song Hongdou walked back slowly.

The umbrella in Song Hongdou's hand when she came here was given to the boss's baby.

"I have some ideas about the song you want. After this recording is over, I will go back and prepare it for you to listen to."

The two were walking on a country road.

"So fast, thank you."

Soon, the two returned to the Shen Garden.

The first person to see the two was Gu Jinghong who was standing at the door of the house, drinking milk.

She called out, and said with a little sourness in her voice: "Look, everyone, our two teachers Song have come back together with umbrellas."

The people who were practicing singing in the room suddenly ran out.

Tang Shi blinked, saw Song Ci holding an umbrella and serving Song Hongdou attentively, then turned and entered the room again.

Li Siyu said loudly: "Wow, is this the most famous rice wine here? I must drink it!"

Shen Xi came up to Song Ci, took the wine in Song Ci's hand, and said, "It seems that we not only have delicious food, but also fine wine at noon today."

Wang Yindao: "The program team invited a local chef to come over and prepare delicious food for us."

Song Ci said: "It's so comfortable!"

The two stopped at the door.

Song Ci closes the umbrella.

Song Hongdou bent down and took out two pairs of cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet next to her, one pair of white and one pair of black.

Then she stuffed her feet wrapped in white boat socks into white slippers.

"Is this black pair yours?" she asked.

Song Ci nodded, so she put the pair of black slippers in front of Song Ci.

Soon, it was noon.

Everyone sat together to enjoy the food, and Song Ci and Song Hongdou went out in the rain to bring back the fine wine for everyone.

The meeting was very pleasant.

In the afternoon, music director Qiao Qinggong led Song Ci, and together with several members of the team, began to compose Song Ci's repertoire tomorrow.

Tang Shi and others were rehearsing the chorus in another room.

After everyone practiced for a while, Li Siyu said with sly eyes: "Let's eavesdrop on Mr. Song's new song. I'm so curious. I really want to know how he's going to sing this time!"

This proposal was unanimously approved by everyone.

But when everyone came to the door of Song Ci, they were stopped by Li Weicai.

"Keep it a little mysterious! Tomorrow everyone will know what Song Ci's new song is."

Everyone had to disperse, but they could clearly hear the sound of the beautiful guqin and even the flute coming from the house.

These melodies lingered in their hearts, and everyone's curiosity about Song Ci's new songs was even higher in their memories.

One afternoon plus evening practice, so there is no need to talk about it.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Song Ci got up.

In the morning, everyone has an important task, which is to attract the audience.

The stage for the afternoon performance was set up in the Shen Garden.

There are usually some tourists in Shen Garden, but because the program team is recording programs here, there are no tourists these days.

This requires Song Ci and others to go to the ancient town outside to attract tourists to listen to their performance in the afternoon.

Song Ci and Tang poetry are divided into one group.

In the hands of the two of them, there was a thick stack of leaflets promoting the program.

The two of them followed the trail and soon came to the north of the ancient town.

The weather is good today, and you can see that there are many tourists in the ancient town, and the cries of various shops are unconsciously piercing through the ear curtains.

"Oh, it didn't rain today, what a pity." Tang Shi was wearing a white T-shirt and slender jeans today, which set off her slender legs.

Her short chestnut hair was tied into a ball head, and there were pink earrings on her crystal earlobes.

Song Ci stood beside him and asked, "What's the pity?"

Tang Shi: "It's a pity that I can't hold an umbrella for you."

Song Ci "..."

Two people, with two photographers, immediately attracted everyone's attention as soon as they entered the ancient town.

Song Ci hurriedly handed out flyers to the tourists: "Hi everyone, we are the program team of "The World". At three o'clock in the afternoon, we will have a concert in Shenyuan. We sincerely invite everyone to come and watch. You can use this program list to enter!"

All of a sudden, tourists gathered around.

"Ahhh! Tang poetry, it's Tang poetry!"

"Tangtang, why are you so pretty in person!"

"I love you to death!"

"Song Ci, you are so handsome!"

In less than 5 minutes, Song Ci and Tang Poetry distributed the "tickets".

……

The big river outside the Shen Garden has stretched for thousands of years, nourishing countless Chinese people on both sides of the river.

The Shen Garden has been located here for thousands of years, and it has long been engraved in the hearts of the people.

Starting at two o'clock in the afternoon, tourists came one after another.

Shen Garden has a pond.

Spectators are seated at the back of the pond.

Shen Xi greeted the tourists attentively.

Soon, Shen Yuan's little concert began.

(End of this chapter)