It only took Zhou Lin an hour to finalize Chai Xiaosong, not only determined that he would direct "Huanzhu Gege", but also reached a verbal agreement to sign him into the upcoming film and television company of the past and present.

Both sides are satisfied.

One is desperate to find a job and make a comeback to wash away the stigma.

One is the thirst for talent, and the need for all kinds of talents to help them.

The two of them can be said to be dry wood and fire hit it off.

The matter of signing the contract was naturally handed over to Wang Xiaotian, and now Mr. Wang no longer accepts other people's orders, and has simply become Zhou Lin's personal lawyer, and he can't be busy just registering the company.

After explaining Wang Xiaotian, Zhou Lin hung up the phone, turned on the computer and began to tinker with the arrangement of "Blue Lotus".

As I was writing, I received an email from my mailbox.

Zhou Lin clicked on it, and it was Xu Yunyue who wrote the letter.

Since the last midnight call, the two have not been in touch, and occasionally her appearance appears in her heart, and Zhou Lin is like a world away. In fact, what he misses is Xu Yunyue in his previous life, not Xu Yunyue in this life.

Seeing Xu Yunyue's letter, Zhou Lin was stunned.

Click in and look at it, there are only a few short lines.

Xu Yunyue is going to take tomorrow's plane to the United States, which is half a year, and she sent this letter to say goodbye to Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin watched it and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

He thought for a moment and replied to a letter.

didn't say anything else, just told her to pay attention to safety, and if she encountered any difficulties, she could find herself.

After the letter was sent, Zhou Lin leaned back on his seat, looking at the half-finished "Blue Lotus", and suddenly had a certain impulse in his heart.

He quickly spread out the pen and paper, dug out another song from his mind, and wrote it in one go.

When Ren Feifei walked into the study. Hearing a strange and beautiful melody coming from the computer speaker, he asked strangely, "What song is this?"

"Listen to it. Zhou Lin said.

Zhou Lin's voice came out of the speaker, the voice was low and quiet, with a vicissitudes that were completely incommensurate with his age.

There is talk and nostalgia in the voice. There are regrets, expectations, praises, and a touch of sentimentality.

The voice is like a gift to youth, and it is hard to imagine how a boy who is about to turn nineteen can write such sad words.

"That laughter reminds me of my flowers,

Quietly open for me in every corner of my life.

I thought I would always be by her side.

Today we have departed in the vast sea of people,

They're all old, where are they?

Luckily, I was able to open up with them......"

It's like walking on the road alone, looking at the spring flowers blooming all over the garden. I think of my teenage years.

A beautiful girl broke into life, met, got to know each other, fell in love, fell in love, hated each other, separated, and experienced many times. Recalling their flower-like faces, I was a little sentimental. A little nostalgic, a little remorseful, a little embarrassed.

Where do those flowers bloom at the end of the world, and for whom do they bloom the most beautiful colors?

Those flowers, where are they wandering in the sea of people. Is there a bridegroom, is there a child?

Those flowers, do you still remember the absurdity and prodigal time you once had together, whether you still remember the shyness and courage of your youth, and whether you still miss the path you have walked together. Remember the soft lips?

Those flowers, withered in life, bloomed in memory, never faded, but can never be recovered.

"Ah...... Laa...... Laa...... Thinking of her,

Laa...... Laa...... Laa...... Is she still driving?

Laa...... Laa...... Laa...... Go,

They have been blown away by the wind and scattered to the ends of the earth......"

A gentle humming came out of the speaker, which made Ren Feifei get out of the sentimentality, the melody was simple and straightforward, but it was painful.

It's like a gentle whistle after a broken love, which seems chic, but it actually hurts in the bones.

It's like a smiling face that is forced out after a fall, it's not that I don't care, I just don't want to cry in front of others.

It's like a station that I missed for a long time and remembered, and when I turned around, I was already far away.

"Some stories haven't been told yet, so forget it,

Those moods have been hard to distinguish between true and false over the years.

Now the grass is overgrown here and there are no flowers,

Fortunately, I once had your spring, autumn, winter and summer.

They're all old, where are they?

Luckily, I was able to open up with them......"

There is no story to tell, love without an ending, everything in the memory has turned into barren weeds, and those times blur the spring, autumn, winter and summer.

Recalling the past, it means getting old, no longer young, will feel youthful, those old flowers, those blurred faces, those pure love, those withered times, all turned into flowing water, fortunately, there are still pieces of memory, hidden in the deepest heart, accompany the old, accompany the end of the world......

"Ah......

Laa......

Laa......

You are like being blown away by the wind and stuck in the end of the earth

They're all old, are they still open?

We're going our separate ways......"

The last paragraph hummed softly, turned into an afterglow, and remained in the bottom of my heart. It's like all the memories, the moment I finally recalled, I just hated that I didn't write down a diary back then, so many details went away with the wind, as if it never happened, like it didn't have it, like it was at the end of the world.

After singing a song, Zhou Lin asked, "How is this song?"

Ren Feifei said with surprise and joy: "You just made it?"

"Hmm. Zhou Lin nodded, "I suddenly had some feelings, so I wrote this song, called "Those Flowers". ”

While speaking, he secretly thanked Pu Shu in his heart.

Ren Feifei smiled: "Remembering Yunyue?"

Zhou Lin was a little embarrassed, but told the truth: "I just received an email from her, tomorrow's plane will go to the United States, and I will come back in half a year." ”

"Actually, she's a good girl. After Ren Feifei said this, she was very suspicious of herself, she was obviously a rival in love, obviously she took advantage of her weakness, how could she still speak for the other party, and it is not such an abuse of good people, right?

Zhou Lin smiled: "Some things, like dream bubbles, can be seen but touched." Let them turn into those flowers and go to the ends of the earth......"

Ren Feifei breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and changed the topic: "This week's video plan to change this one?"

Zhou Lin said: "What do you think?"

"This song and "Blue Lotus" have their own merits, one is remembrance, one is yearning, one is looking back, one is looking forward, one is whispering in sadness, and the other is walking alone in the predicament, I really can't tell which one is better, why don't you choose. Ren Feifei said.

Zhou Lin thought for a while: "Then I'll be willful again?"

Zhou Lin finally finalized "Those Flowers", I don't know why, he thinks that Xu Yunyue will definitely watch "The Strongest Singer-Songwriter", and should know that this song is for her.

Even if they are no longer in love, even if they are just a dream bubble of the past and present lives, they still have to give it to her, to memories, to the past, to the once dazed self. (To be continued.) )