At the table, he casually told Lee Soon-gyu about a little thing that happened in the afternoon. She originally had an active expression, but she was expected to dim for a moment. But it was only a moment, and she quickly pulled my arm at the speed of light, clamoring to listen to the follow-up to SJ's seven episodes. She hasn't been running to the company much recently, but she has only heard that the Oba are going to record new songs. As for listening, I haven't even heard a tune once.

Although not long ago, I was just told by S&M not to leak new songs to outsiders. But firstly, Lee Soon-gyu is simply not an outsider, and secondly, he can't stand this guy's noise. After she tugged at my sleeve and shook it for a while, I plugged the USB stick with the new song into my computer. To be honest, the moment I clicked on that wav file, I had a little shiver. Such a melody really shouldn't flow out of the speakers of this almost scrapped computer.

No matter how unfortunate it is, the results of the recording of the SJ people in the middle of the afternoon today are still fluttering and filling the entire room. The endless voices seeped in layer by layer. The overall low tone almost completely dyed the walls of the room in gray.

When the melody first sounded, Zheng Xiujing and Xu Xian, who were originally tinkering with something in the kitchen, immediately stopped what they were doing. They first poked their heads at me curiously, and then they ran to the living room with four pairs of eyes wide open, small steps, and long dancing eyelashes with eight lines.

One minute and twenty-three seconds is too short. While everyone was still muttering the word "Tefa" in amazement and whispering, the rhythm that stained the walls had completely stopped. And completely infiltrated it.

This is really not an exaggeration at all, almost everyone in this room has a good pair of ears. At the very least, the songs that they or I think are good will reverberate in the ears of the public, and they will never feel the slightest bit unpleasant. Perhaps everyone's life experience is different. So when I listen to this song, I feel different. But each of them is more or less. There will be a little feeling. That's exactly what I'm thinking and thinking about right now. That is what kind of picture to use to arouse the feelings of more people.

The melody infiltrates at the end of this short section. It ends with captain Little, who has been retired for almost a year. He now has a very capable and energetic haircut, and I think this hairstyle has a lot to offer in the MV.

While I was still thinking about some images of the music video in my head, a few very discerning slaps after listening to the song interrupted my inspiration.

"Is this the new song of SJ Obas? Oh my God, why do you feel that the follow-up album is better than the regular album? ”

"Although "Mamacita" is good enough to listen to and be popular enough, I feel that this follow-up will be even more explosive!"

"Especially the part where the high-pitched float of Shengmin Oba and the tone of the East China Sea Oba settle, the transition is too perfect and too feeling."

A few of them chattered beside them. Although it was all about the recognition of this song, Kim Taeyeon, who had even listened to it a second time, expressed her opinions professionally. But it still made me feel like I was going crazy for a moment. Because of all the images in my head. In an instant, it was completely torn apart by the colorful voices of these ones.

Take a deep breath and let out a long breath. With my head a little swollen, I rubbed my temples helplessly, then bypassed them who were still discussing and walked towards the kitchen.

When I just walked to the kitchen, I don't know who clicked the play button again. I guess they'll listen to it a second time, because even myself. It's already planned to pick a single loop a hundred times when no one is around. Not because it's already good to hear this. It's just because I'm different from their audience role. At this point, I had to put myself in the PD position.

Shaking my head, regardless of the exact sound of hitting the wall, I turned my gaze to the kitchen board. I was very puzzled about what Xiujing and Xu Xian were doing in it before, but now that I have a look, I understand it completely.

The two of them, I haven't been back for a long time, and I'm studying the afternoon menu by myself.

Good guy, the unfinished ribs have been brought out of the refrigerator, and it seems that they are ready to complete this dish together without me at all, in cooperation with Xu Xian.

Also, there are chicken wings that I bought at noon but didn't make. Originally, I was going to teach her to do it when I came back in the afternoon, but I didn't expect that she had already pondered here in advance, and the coke was all set up on the board. Although it seems that the so-called pondering is limited to posing for Coke.

After scanning the kitchen, he put one hand on his waist and continued to sigh. The few outside listened to it a second time and began to listen to it a third time. But fortunately, Zheng Xiujing, who had a conscience, remembered the situation in the kitchen, and jumped to my side after listening to it for the second time.

"Let's see, I'm well prepared, don't you have to repeat the morning's preparations, let's start directly, hum!"

As soon as I entered the kitchen, Zheng Xiujing squeezed me directly into it and stood in front of the stove. Looking at her with her apron tied and ready to be ferocious, I raised my hand to wipe the tip of my nose and nodded stupidly. By the way, he waved his hand at her, and signaled her in a deep tone of "I can't do anything with this living treasure": "Let's start, let's start." ”

And just like that, dinner settled again under my overall guidance. Oh no, it's the scent that settles all over the ground. Although in my opinion, after today's two cooking, Zheng Xiujing, who has no talent, can only be said to be a little familiar with some steps of cooking. But it is clear to her own that she doesn't think so.

This can be seen from the fact that after serving the table, she saw the chopsticks moving quickly, and her eyebrows danced. As long as someone gives her a thumbs up and a thumbs up, this guy doesn't need to say it, he will be stunned immediately.

After the dinner crackled, I had no appetite for some reason, or I was waiting for something, and I didn't eat half a bowl of rice. As for the others, they didn't eat much. But in any case, all the ingredients bought for 120,000 won at noon were completely solved.

Finished eating. In cramped and boring school dormitories, there are obviously no more ways to have fun. So after Kim Taeyeon and Lee Soon-gyu rushed to wash the dishes, I directly issued an eviction order. The meaning of the few words I said to them is actually quite simple, that is: what to do, what to do.

For me, which seems to be a natural and completely normal way of expression, four of them with four different aromas, I decisively chose to refuse.

And it turned out. At 7:14 a.m., after eating and washing the dishes, four of them gathered around one side of the table. Gather your head and look at the nine-counted teenagers there.

"Nine Boys" - a TV series that I have watched two or three times, in addition to the love story it tells is heartbreaking, what pierces the heart more directly and deeply is actually its episode. I look at it. More often than not, I just want to combine a scene inside and listen to the seven-second accompaniment that just appears. Seven seconds, in fact, sometimes it's enough to think about too many things.

The four who are deeply trapped in the TV series sometimes discuss the direction of the plot, and sometimes comment on the dress of a certain person in the play. Suddenly, I wanted to smoke, but I held back, standing by the window, and the cold wind had been blowing alone for half an hour, and no one cared about it.

Glancing at the box of cigarettes on the bedside table again, he chewed on the tasteless air. I looked back at the glitz and glitz out the window.

Just when I was bored waiting for Jiang Xijun's call, another call came in in advance. When I took out my phone and saw the caller, I paused for a moment. Then he neatly pressed the answer button.

"Hey, you're finally willing to call me. What, have you just returned from Spain, or have you finished visiting Argentina? ”

The relaxed tone drifted against the cold wind outside the window to the street, and as soon as I saw that the name displayed on the mobile phone screen was Zhang Bo, I directly pulled out two countries that could be spoken. Teased him.

Zhang Bo, who of course didn't know about those things in Tokyo, listened to my ridicule. Without saying a word, he launched a counterattack.

"Actually, I'm in Antarctica now, and I'm holding the satellite pot lid to find a signal to see the MV you shot, do you say I'm a friend enough, should you talk to me for a longer time on this phone."

Although friends will not contact each other for a long time, they will only have a phone call, just like at this moment, they will immediately become very familiar, and they will be able to fart at will.

After sneering at Zhang Bo's obvious words, I pinched the sides of my nose with a little itchiness.

"Hey, how did you know I made a music video? Looks like I didn't tell you, did I? ”

I recalled it carefully, I don't quite remember when I mentioned the MV, my eyebrows were just furrowed, and there was a hearty and somewhat obscene laugh directly on the other end of the phone.

"Haha, I'm moved, but no matter where I am, I've been paying attention to you. I've been flipping through the news on the Internet for the past few days, and I've finally caught a few. I heard that even director Cho so-hyun said a few good words to your MV. I'll just say, my brother will rise one day, and it's decided to be today! ”

The tone of Zhang Silly on the other end of the phone was impassioned, as if the Eight Roads had won the devil, raised the 38 big cover, and wanted to launch a counter-charge. This guy is still the same as before, occasionally nonsensical, occasionally brainless. Although his words sounded quite funny, and I did laugh, there were too many other things in this smile.

Laughing twice speechlessly, ignoring Zhang Bo's brainless words, I suddenly bent over, leaned out of the window, and propped my right elbow on the edge of the window. His eyes looked at the lights passing around, his gaze suddenly became a little vain, and even the next sentence he was about to say became inexplicably low.

I said, "Hey, you should have paid me once, when did you come out and invite me for a drink, have you had time in the last few days?"

It was a very flat sentence, and I said it in a very low tone. Zhang Bo on the other end of the phone couldn't see my empty gaze, so even if he heard something unusual, he couldn't guess anything else.

So after thinking about it for a while, he also opened his mouth in a relatively calm voice.

He asked me, "If you have time, then tomorrow night." It's still the old place, and I got off the dormitory building and turned left at the cold noodle shop at the second street entrance. First of all, I only brought four bowls of noodles and enough money for wine.

I wiped the bridge of my nose, smiled faintly, and said, "Okay." (To be continued)

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