Shen Weiwei: "This boy is your friend?"

Zheng Xiaoyu: "It's my male best friend, the kind with the most iron relationship, a lifelong friendship." ”

Shen Weiwei: "My cousin needs this song, this is my title song." ”

Zheng Xiaoyu: "The fiery Sarilang?"

Shen Weiwei: "Is it the title of the song?"

Zheng Xiaoyu: "Meng Ke said that it should be this name." ”

Shen Weiwei: "Help my cousin, I don't ask for it in vain, I will pay, according to the grade of well-known lyrics and composers." ”

Zheng Xiaoyu: "Then I'll ask him first." ”

In front of Shen Weiwei, Zheng Xiaoyu directly dialed Meng Ke's phone, on one side was her dearest cousin, and on the other hand was her most iron male best friend. She has complete trust on both sides, and she is willing to do this kind of thing, and she is not mixed with a little selfish distraction.

"Hey, big fool, what are you doing?" After the phone was connected, Zheng Xiaoyu's first sentence almost made Shen Weiwei squirt.

My little cousin, really, really...... It's funny.

"What about the code word, what else can you do, why did it go off the air so early today, come out for supper, I invite you." "Meng Ke actually doesn't have any code words here, and is sucking and eating wonton noodles.

"I believe you're a big-headed ghost, is this the voice of the codeword, I'm not hungry, I'll discuss something serious with you. Zheng Xiaoyu went straight to the point, "Did you sell that song last night?" ”

"Not for sale. ”

“......？”

Is it so simple?

Zheng Xiaoyu's face drooped in an instant, what about his own face, even if he doesn't sell it, hesitate and struggle politely, it's okay, this is to force himself to scold.

"If you want it, I'll give it to you, what's there to sell for this kind of song. Meng Ke snorted and drank clean noodle soup, touched his lips, got up and walked towards the outside of the store, holding his mobile phone in his hand, "Do you want to write the song?" ”

"Ah, don't sell it, send it to me?" Zheng Xiaoyu was a little stunned, the old lady heard it right.

"Isn't this nonsense, who of the two of us is with whom, even if you don't tell me and use it directly, can I still bite you?" Meng Ke snapped and lit a lighter, a cigarette after dinner, and beat the living immortals.

"Don't go back. Zheng Xiaoyu said very seriously.

"Ho ho, I regret that you are a real person PK me. Meng Ke caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, and his crotch trembled, "Is there anything else?" ”

"There's another question, if I give this song away, you won't be angry, right?" Zheng Xiaoyu asked cautiously.

"The song is for you, whoever you love to send is about Lao Tzu's. Meng Ke hung up the phone directly after speaking.

Listen to the busy sound of a beep.

Shen Weiwei, who was sitting on the side, asked uncertainly, "This is the end?"

Zheng Xiaoyu spread out his hands and shrugged: "It's over, Ge'er is my cousin's, Meng Ke gave it to me, and I gave it to you." Later, he will copy the complete lyrics and songs and send them to me, you can take them with you, and wish my cousin a big hit in advance. ”

Shen Weiwei frowned, staring at her little cousin and looking at it, this was the first time she had bought a song so easily, emmm...... Well, it's not a song at all, and the songwriters didn't give it away and gave it away. For a professional musician and a professional singer, there is no doubt that the work is the most important hard indicator.

Although I didn't see the lyrics and songs of the song 'Fiery Sarilang', just based on Meng Ke's singing in the live broadcast room, Shen Weiwei could conclude that this was a divine comedy.

This is a divine comedy that is sure to be on fire.

Shen Weiwei needs a song that can take her to the next level, to put it simply, her precipitation in the past few years has stepped out of the circle of the new generation, and she needs to go up, and all the conditions are in place.

Only the east wind is owed.

Moreover, Shen Weiwei also came out of the grassland, and this song matches her very well, both emotionally and in terms of story structure.

Impeccable.

Perfect.

In fact, when she inadvertently clicked on her little cousin's live broadcast room last night, she was conquered by Meng Ke's song, and the title song she was looking for was like a lightning bolt, splitting Shen Weiwei's heart. At that moment, she was paralyzed all over her body, and every cell was thirsting, longing for this song to be sung by herself.

In just a few minutes, Shen Weiwei seemed to be entangled with her lover for a lifetime.

Fingers tingling.

Flushing of cheeks.

Shivering.

If the lover is inexplicably excited, then this song is the tip of her heart.

She wants!

She had to have this song!

So she rushed back to China from abroad non-stop, didn't even go home, and went straight to Zheng Xiaoyu, she was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy, and she was worried that this natal song would fall to another family.

But the result?

The songwriter waved his hand casually: "If you don't sell it, I'll give it to you, what is there to sell this kind of song." ”

What kind of song is it?

It feels like contempt is mixed with full disdain, like a rag, whoever loves who wants it, Lao Tzu is not rare.

When Shen Weiwei heard Meng Ke's reply, she was really a little dumbfounded, was the other party too young to understand the value of this song? Or was it that they were talented and had reached another dimension?

Shen Weiwei would rather believe that it was the latter.

Then she made a decision, even if Meng Ke didn't want money, she couldn't really take it for nothing, she was not righteous, and she was not sensible.

Heroes are not judged by age in the face of art.

If Meng Ke can write the Divine Comedy casually, then in Shen Weiwei's eyes, he is a master worthy of respect, and he should be humble with the master.

It's really cheesy to talk about money.

"Xiao Yu'er, do you have any special hobbies as a friend, we always have to express other people's songs, we can't be so casual. Shen Weiwei calmed down and asked with a pleasant face.

"There's no need to be so hypocritical between the two of us, if he says give it to me, it must be given to me, if he dares to tease me, I can't strangle him!" As he spoke, Zheng Xiaoyu came up to Shen Weiwei and hugged her cousin's neck, "Don't worry, it's really fine." ”

"No, absolutely not, it's a desecration of the song. Shen Weiwei glared, pretending to be fierce and said, "My brother still settles the account, you two are friends, not lovers." ”

"Huh?"

"Not true. ”

"Not true. ”

"What is the relationship between the two of you?

Shen Weiwei is a fan of the authorities, and now that the dust has settled, she suddenly reacted, why did Meng Ke give Zheng Xiaoyu such a big gift?

I have to figure something.

Not good.

It shouldn't be a picture of your own little fish!

This is going to be said separately, although I especially need this song, but I can't sell my little cousin.

No, you can't.

This is a chore that only bustards do.

If Zheng Xiaoyu's parents knew about it, Shen Weiwei might be broken into pieces by the seven aunts and eight aunts, it would be terrible to think about.

"There is nothing to do with it, we are a very simple and very simple relationship between men and women, you have heard of male girlfriends, Meng Ke is my Zheng Xiaoyu's best male girlfriend, a lifelong friendship!"

"Ho-ho. Shen Weiwei pursed her lips, "What about ghosts, the simpler it is, the easier it is to have an accident!"