Xia Ai, I heard that Song Xinxun invited you to be the heroine of the new album. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Chen Yingbing's face was happy. "Yes, most of his fans are young people, which can increase your popularity."

Lin Xiaai nodded, but agreed very much, Song Xinxun's music style is fashionable, and it is popular and suitable for the love of young people

Song Xinxun has not been easy these years. Shen Chen remembered that Song Xinxun was a well-known child star when they were children, and they debuted early.

"Do you know that Song Xinxuan once chased Wen Yue?" Shen Chen overheard the company's gossip. "One of his new songs this time was written specifically for Wen Yue."

""I Was Happy," Chen Yingbing asked tentatively, the only lyrical song that wasn't a hippop.

Why didn't she hear Wen Yue mention Song Xinxun?

The entertainment industry is really chaotic.

Lin Xiaai was invited by Song Xinxun to shoot the MV of his new album.

Song Xinxun tuned in his exclusive work music room, "Now you don't have to rush to shoot the MV, you listen to this song, I want to add 30 seconds to your personal SOLO." ”

The harmonica soothely preludes, and for a second falls into memory.

Song Xinxun got pregnant with Lin Xiaai's ears as soon as she opened her mouth, and she usually listened to RAP, but this time it made her feel refreshing, with a low-alcohol and magnetic voice.

This song belongs to the genre of pure emotional memory killing, and she has mixed feelings after listening to it.

"This song?" Lin Xiaai still hopes that he will take the initiative to say it to her.

"Written for Wen Yue." Song Xinxun adjusted the equipment.

He asked Lin Xiaai to learn the rhythm first, and then let her try to record it herself.

"You and her?"

"It's a friend, a good friend." He and Wen Yue are just friends, they can only be friends.

Lin Xiaai sighed softly, put on the headset and began to sing along.

Song Xinxin sorted out the songs she had written these days, and accidentally touched the photo frame on the computer desk, a blank photo frame, in which a girl who loved to laugh used to live, but now she is gone.

"Ah Xun, I find that I seem to be in love with Li An." Wen Yue came to his studio and happily brought fried chicken and beer.

They were blowing a cool breeze on the rooftop, eating fried chicken and drinking beer, and the wind on the rooftop blew her hair until both of their faces were flushed.

"Wish me happiness!" Wen Yue raised her beer.

"I wish you happiness!" The sound of Song Xinxun's bottle colliding with the bottle.

"Wen Yue, I will also find happiness!" He was already a little drunk, and the sky was full of warm shadows. He stared sideways at the smiling girl, taking advantage of the drunkenness that came to his heart, and smiled at the lights in the distance.

Smiling and smiling, his eyes gradually became astringent.