Nearly a month was spent on the "Trend Music Competition", but the ending was not satisfactory, Meng Ke was actually a little embarrassed, but everything could not be perfect, perfect did not exist at all, so he accepted his fate, and now the money in his trouser pocket is enough for him to cope with the next family chores.

It's just that...... It seemed that there was something he had forgotten, Meng Ke followed Yu Jirui back to the nest of the goddess of Senmu, lay on the balcony, and pondered, what had he forgotten?

Brotherly thing?

Definitely not.

That can only be a woman, Yu Jirui is by her side, Ning Qiumei should be in the crew, it's not too late to return to Nanchuan with the money owed to her, Lin Jingjing is super rich Bai Tian doesn't need to worry about herself at all, Lin Rou?

emmmm...... Not yet ripe, not yet ripe.

Well, only Zheng Xiaoyu who rolled over the sheets remained.

Finished.

Xiao Yu'er is about to have a birthday.

It's a damn thing.

And counting the days, No. 8 just can't go back to Nanchuan, and since I met Xiao Yuer, I have never been absent from my birthday in my memory.

Meng Ke felt that if he missed his birthday again this time, he probably wouldn't want to roll the sheets in the future, there was no door, and he couldn't get in.

Turn something over in one's mind.

Gifts are definitely to be prepared.

It's too vulgar, Xiaoyuer won't be moved, it's too expensive...... Well, Meng Ke was reluctant.

This gift must be meaningful, it must be something that Xiao Yu'er particularly wants, and she can't do it herself, thinking about it, it can only be ......

Meng Ke snapped his fingers and turned around directly: "Boss Rui, use your notebook." ”

Yu Jirui was changing clothes in the bedroom at this time: "Use it, the notebook is yours for the next few days, as long as you write the script well, everything is yours." ”

"Ho-ho. Meng Ke secretly complained, "What you said, can you send it to me yourself?"

Tapping on the keyboard, after a while, Yu Jirui changed into a loose pajamas and walked out, anyway, the two of them are very familiar with each other, and it doesn't matter what they wear.

Bending down to Meng Ke, squinting at the screen of the notebook, Yu Jirui was also very curious, Meng Ke wrote it, do you understand the script format?

And then.

Yu Jirui saw the short sentences line by line.

"Hey, hey, I don't read much, don't lie to me!

Yu Jirui patted Meng Ke on the shoulder, and couldn't help but complain: "What the hell are you writing here?

"Don't make a fuss, you go to sleep, I'll create." Meng Ke frowned, he didn't like to write very much, when someone was staring at him, uncomfortable, there was a feeling that he was cheating and being caught.

Not for those who are weak-hearted.

Liver tremor.

"You can't write a song when you create, you need to write a script now, a script, we only have three days, and Mr. Wei will meet with the management in three days, you don't have a script, this matter has nothing to do with you, you only have a share of the copyright, this shouldn't be the ending you want to see, right? And the time span will be very far, I don't know when your work will be made into a film and television. Yu Jirui persuaded hard.

Meng Ke nodded vigorously: "Boss Ruirui, I know, I know, I will write it immediately, I will write the script when I finish this song, and I will not delay time." ”

Anyway, since meeting the real person, Meng Ke's name for Yu Jirui began to quietly change.

"You really can, it's like writing a song is writing an essay, saying that you will finish writing it, and you don't waste time when you create. Yu Jirui was already angry, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and turned up the sound, she was deliberately making trouble.

But...... It doesn't affect me at all.

It really doesn't matter.

Meng Ke is not really creating, he is just copying lyrics, and he doesn't need to concentrate at all, just working individually.

After a few minutes, the lyrics, the score, and the arrangement were all done.

Then he directly started calling Zheng Xiaoyu.

Because Yu Jirui made the TV sound very loud, Meng Ke had to run to the guest bedroom.

"Doodoo ......"

"Hey, who?"

"Xiao Yu'er, I'm Meng Ke, I have something to do with you. ”

"Zheng Xiaoyu is not here, she is sleeping, you can fight again tomorrow, Dudutu. ”

“......？”

The first phone call was directly hung up to Meng Ke, Zheng Xiaoyu himself said that he was not there, and he was still sleeping?

What's the trouble?

Keep calling.

"Toot toot. ”

"Hey, who's that?"

"I, Meng Ke, can't you hear it, please don't be a child with a temper at every turn, okay? ”

"Are you terminally ill?"

"No, I don't. ”

"Hit by a car?"

"Fart, can you talk well. ”

"What's the matter with you if you're not dead, I'm sorry, Zheng Xiaoyu is going to sleep, she's sleepy, she doesn't want to answer the phone, toot. ”

Oops, hey.

Cheek raiser hurts.

Is this going to be a rebellion?

Is it so difficult to answer a phone call? If you don't see each other for a few days, you won't be able to speak?

Meng Ke had no choice but to continue to dial it over, it was impossible to give up if he gave up, he was still hungry for Zheng Xiaoyu's body, it was his own, he was his own in this life, if he wanted to run, no way!

"Toot toot. ”

"Meng Ke, you're endless, and you don't let people sleep, I'm angry. ”

"Didn't you say that Xiao Yu'er wasn't there? Since you don't know me, my name is Meng Ke?"

"I'm sorry, I forgot now, who are you?"

"Ni Mei ......"

"What about your sister, your whole family is a sister, will you try to scold people again?"

"Okay, okay, count me wrong, I'm sorry, auntie, just forgive me, I won't dare next time. ”

"What are you doing wrong?"

"I ...... I've written you another song. ”

“......？”

Zheng Xiaoyu was stunned directly, and forgot the words of the following routine, she already liked the song "Horse Husbandry City" very much, and sang it in the live broadcast room, the sailors were all blown up at the time, and they all said that it was good, is there another song this time?

"You know each other, what about the song?"

"I'll pass it on to you in a while, but I said in advance, this is a song that we sing together, don't sing it in the live broadcast room first, and I'll take you to a place to sing when the time comes, haven't you always said that you want a music dream, I'll take you to the big stage to cool off a wave, remember to come out of the sky on the 15th, and go to the pearl." ”

Meng Ke finished speaking very quickly.

Zheng Xiaoyu was stunned: "What do you mean? I didn't understand!"

Meng Ke: "It's not important, you just remember, I'll practice the song I gave you later, practice with the arrangement, and I'll go back to Nanchuan in advance to rehearse with you." ”

Zheng Xiaoyu: "Okay, hang up." ”

Meng Ke: "Okay." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Ke hurriedly shouted: "Wait, wait, this song is a ......."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Xiaoyu hung up the phone.

Hey, the wind is terrible.

Meng Ke didn't want to call anymore, so he sent a message directly: "This song is a birthday gift, I probably can't go back to Nanchuan on the 8th, and I'll make it up to you later." ”

Zheng Xiaoyu: "Hmph!"

Meng Ke: "I write songs very carefully. ”

Zheng Xiaoyu: "The ghost believes in you." ”

Meng Ke: "Really!"

Zheng Xiaoyu: "What's the name of the song?"

Meng Ke: "I love you......"