A table of dishes that are neither east nor western, neither earthy nor foreign, may add up to no more than 1,000 yuan, but because of the identity of the person who cooks the dishes, it is extraordinarily valuable.

It is served with the most expensive liquor.

It's spicy in the throat.

Even eating, drinking, and chatting, after more than an hour, it was already a mess of cups and plates.

The men eat a lot, drink a lot, and talk a lot, and the women generally don't eat much, but they basically drink, especially the girl whose name Jiang Xianxian still doesn't know the name brought by Lao Mu, seems to love to drink, and soon drank so much that her face was red and fluttering, and she was cute and cute.

Soon, the conversation began at the wine table.

Of course, when the women talk to each other, that is, the two people who are seated next to each other, whispering a few words about cosmetics, exercise and weight loss, etc., it will not be too loud and too wide, and it will stop at any time - God is pitiful, Jiang Xianxian even feels that she is likely to be the fattest one among several women of different ages on the scene, and they are still discussing weight loss.

The center of the topic is Zhou Yujie.

He was still talking about the girl named Lingling next to him.

Today's dinner, talking about the east and the west, in fact, the main purpose is to open his eyes, make an appointment, and make connections for this spirit-Jiang Xianxian thought with some envy.

Zhou Yujie said that he wanted to find a more resistant work for Lingling to bring the whole album, and the current idea of Lingling is to see if he can try to capture the psychology of some women, such as writing about the desire of many housewives for love, or accusations or something.

He thinks this idea is good, but unfortunately, it is not easy to write, he asked several creative friends in several circles, and no one has any good ideas at present.

So Xu Jingwei gave a suggestion, he said that he should find someone to write the words first, and then compose music according to the words, and it is best to find a female creator to write this word, if not, you can consider finding a female writer in her thirties and forties, who have enough writing and expression skills, and may have experience.

When you have words, you have feelings, and maybe it's not difficult to write songs.

Lao Mu strongly agreed with this suggestion.

Looking at that Lingling with an enlightened look, Jiang Xianxian was disgusted and envious.

She also hopes that someone will come forward to invite songs for her and make an album for her - who wouldn't want that?

So, I don't know if it's because the wine is on her face, she subconsciously reached out again, hugged Peng Xiangming's arm next to her, and smiled sweetly at him when he looked over.

The topic raised by Zhou Yujie quickly aroused everyone's interest.

It's certainly not because of any musical problem, but because it's a topic about women in love, or even women in their accusations of love — everyone seems to have something to say.

So at this time, several women finally occupied the center of the topic for the first time.

Everyone talked about their psychology when they missed their husband or boyfriend, mainly Zeng Rou - I don't know if she was showing affection, expressing love, or something else.

Anyway, Jiang Xianxian didn't feel that feeling at all.

When she was studying at the Tianfu Conservatory of Music, she talked about a boyfriend, but she was always not loose or tight, and she didn't have the feeling of being obsessed with love like others.

She just thinks that everyone has it, and she has to have someone to exist as her boyfriend - that's it.

Later, her boyfriend wanted to get her drunk, but she noticed it, so she pretended to be drunk, and then when the man was picking up his pants, he kicked him away, and never knew who he borrowed from the rental house, and slammed the door directly, claiming that her boyfriend was a scumbag and broke up.

So until now, she can't understand what it feels like to be in love.

For the topics of "abandoned", "abandoned", "alone in the empty room", and "missing someone" discussed by the women at the wine table at this moment, there is no feeling or touch at all.

She just listened, as if she were listening to stories that had nothing to do with her.

At this time, Jiang Xianxian suddenly felt that Peng Xiangming's arm in his arms seemed to struggle, and then he heard him rarely take the initiative to speak, saying, "This direction...... As you just said, I have some ideas. ”

So not only Jiang Xianxian, but the entire people at the dinner table turned their heads to look at it.

Zhou Yujie was pleasantly surprised, "Have an idea, talk about it!"

Jiang Xianxian noticed that the spirit was also looking at Peng Xiangming expectantly.

Although there was hostility in her heart, Jiang Xianxian knew very well that this kind of thing was impossible for her to get involved in at all, so at this time, the curiosity that arose like everyone overpowered the jealousy, so that she couldn't help but look up and look at Peng Xiangming - but her arms were hugged tightly and she didn't want to let go.

But then Peng Xiangming's words surprised everyone.

He asked, "Brother Zhou, do you have paper and pen here?"

Everyone seemed to quickly understand what he was going to do, and Jiang Xianxian was stunned for a moment, but she quickly understood-she looked at Peng Xiangming in surprise, and when she subconsciously turned her head to look, she saw that other people were also as surprised as herself, and even a few music experts showed it more obviously.

As soon as inspiration comes, it is not uncommon for a creator to write a song on the spot.

But this time it seems a little special.

First, this topic seems to belong to women, and secondly, it is at the wine table - after drinking too much, not to mention the inspiration, even the thoughts are easily fragmentary, how can it be possible to write something?

Don't mention Li Bai, how many Li Bai have there been throughout the ages?

But at this time, Peng Xiangming actually seemed to mean to write a song on the spot?

Almost subconsciously, Jiang Xianxian hugged his arm tightly, and shook it hard, trying to remind him - she counted, Peng Xiangming had drunk a lot of wine, it was estimated that he could have half a catty, this is a high degree of liquor, and she could also feel that he was indeed a little drunk.

She was afraid that Peng Xiangming would be embarrassed here.

Because she was brought by Peng Xiangming, Peng Xiangming lost someone, and her face was also very disgraceful.

But at this time, Peng Xiangming just looked back and smiled at her, then simply broke away from his arm, stood up, his body shook slightly, and asked: "I have some ideas, give me a room, I'll write and try." ”

Zhou Yujie agreed on the spot, and got up in person, and took Peng Xiangming upstairs to his creation room - everyone looked at it in surprise, Jiang Xianxian only hesitated for a few seconds, and then quickly chased after him.

Peng Xiangming entered the creation room, Zhou Yujie came out later, saw Jiang Xianxian, nodded and smiled at her, and pointed out to her small living room on the second floor, so that she could go there and sit and wait.

Jiang Xianxian thanked him and sat down, watching Zhou Yujie go downstairs, anxious.

At this time, the high-grade liquor she drank just now seemed to be starting to bewitch in her stomach - the key was that she barely ate anything, and she couldn't bear the feeling of going up one by one.

Waiting and waiting, I don't know if the sofa in Zhou Yujie's house is too comfortable, she even feels that she is gradually a little drowsy, and her eyelids are getting heavier and heavier - but suddenly, I don't know how long it has passed, the sobriety she has always retained, let her catch the door of the creation room not far away from her.

As soon as she looked up, she happened to see Peng Xiangming walking out of the door of the creation room, she was excited, the alcohol faded by seven points, and she quickly got up, but it was dark in front of her, and she almost fainted, but after relieving herself, she still walked over quickly, "Brother Ming......"

Then she saw Peng Xiangming shaking the two pieces of paper in his hand.

In a hurry, she was dizzy after drinking, she didn't see much of what was written on it, and her brain was a little sluggish, she didn't understand what Peng Xiangming was going to do, she just saw Peng Xiangming turn her head and go downstairs, so she hurriedly chased down.

Then, she saw Peng Xiangming actually go straight to the piano in the big living room and walked over.

There was originally a small noisy restaurant at the big round table, everyone quickly quieted down, Zhou Yujie got up to say hello, and then chased after him.

So everyone got up and followed to the piano.

As the one who followed closely behind Peng Xiangming, at this time, after seeing his movements clearly, the last bit of alcohol on Jiang Xianxian's body was also a sudden awakening.