"Uncle, do you know Peppa Pig?"

"What? What's that? The old man of the doorman, whose face was full of wrinkles and smelled of smoke, scratched his head.

"I'm relieved if you don't know."

Ye Xuan smiled and did not delve too much into this matter.

Da Da Da –

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground, and Ye Xuan subconsciously glanced at it.

"May I ask you are Ye Xuan?"

Shen Xiangmeng, who walked into the security room, frowned, except for the air conditioner in the room, the room was full of smoke smell, she was a person with a habit of cleanliness, which made her very uncomfortable in this environment.

"Can we go out and find a café to talk to?" Shen Xiangmeng held his breath and looked at Ye Xuan.

The height of 1.8 meters looks very immature, but the appearance of holding a cigarette is not immature at all, obviously an old smoking gun!

Immature and mature, it is difficult to imagine that a person will have these two contradictory temperaments.

"No way!"

To Shen Xiangmeng's surprise, Ye Xuan actually refused his invitation.

"Why?"

"Cafes don't allow smoking."

Shen Xiangmeng: "??? ”

"Ye Xuan, don't make trouble, this is Shen Xiangmeng's sister, it is Shen Xiangmeng who sang "Memories of Fish"!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Feng Lingyu was full of black lines, and hurriedly stepped forward and whispered.

"Does it have anything to do with me?" Ye Xuan said lazily.

"Smoking is allowed in the private rooms."

Shen Xiangmeng said lightly, she didn't care about what Ye Xuan said, talented people like this usually have strange personalities, she said she could understand.

Forget-me-not café is a very high-end café, where many high-end people in suits and ties are quietly drinking coffee and chatting.

In the box.

"Hello, I'm Shen Xiangmeng."

"Ye Xuan!"

"Mr. Ye Xuan, did you write the song "Chengdu"?" Shen Xiangmeng said straight to the point.

"Well, sort of."

Ye Xuan said vaguely, looking at the cat coffee in front of him and frowning.

He can't understand the world of rich people, and the coffee made from the feces pulled out by the cat costs 500 yuan, and he doesn't drink it anyway.

"Do you have any other unpublished lyrics?" Shen Xiangmeng asked the question he was most concerned about.

Lyrics!

She is in great need of a good lyric to enhance her fame now, she has been hidden for three years, Shen Xiangmeng's popularity has already fallen to the bottom, three years ago she was singing her songs on the streets, and three years later, she has a vague impression at most.

If Ye Xuan still had such a good work as "Chengdu" at hand, Shen Xiangmeng would not only get it at all costs!

"The work? You said "Chengdu"? Say it and you may not believe it. Ye Xuan unscrewed the mineral water he was carrying with him and took a sip.

"One day I was dreaming, and I heard this song in my dream and wrote it down, I am a graduate of an agricultural university, where do I know how to write lyrics!" Ye Xuan said solemnly.

Shen Xiangmeng: "......"

I'm afraid that a three-year-old child doesn't believe this, but you say it so seriously?

Feng Lingyu also shook her head speechlessly, she couldn't understand what Ye Xuan was thinking in her head.

"I'm willing to pay 200,000 to buy!" Shen Xiangmeng said neatly, she hated the smell of smoke on Ye Xuan's body.

"I really don't know how to write lyrics!"

Ye Xuan said with a look of embarrassment.

"Three hundred thousand!"

"Miss Shen Xiangmeng, why are you doing this?"

"400,000, this is my limit!"

"Deal!"

Feng Lingyu: "??? ”

Damn, I really learned and lived to be old, remembering the last time I bought Ye Xuan's "Chengdu", Feng Lingyu was a little lucky, 400,000 and 150,000, I also earned 250,000!

Shen Xiangmeng's eyes were full of disgust when he looked at Ye Xuan.

Previously, it was clear that Ye Xuan was pretending, and deliberately wanted her to increase the price.

Vulgar!

This guy named Ye Xuan is really vulgar, vulgar, and the kind of vulgar that gets into the eyes of money!

Thinking of this, Shen Xiangmeng sighed.

Is God blind?

Such a good song as "Chengdu" was written from this kind of person.

"Money is easy to say, but the lyrics must be no worse than "Chengdu"." Shen Xiangmeng made his own request.

"Do you have a pen?"

"Huh?"

"I asked if there was a pen?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Create!"

Shen Xiangmeng: "??? ”

"You're going to write now?" Feng Lingyu took out a black ballpoint pen and white paper from his bag.

"When she said four hundred thousand, my inspiration... Burst! ”

Ye Xuan took the brush and began to write.

Feng Lingyu and Shen Xiangmeng glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

"It turns out that money is your biggest motivation." Feng Lingyu complained in a low voice, because Shen Xiangmeng was there, she didn't dare to shout like usual. Shen Xiangmeng calmly drank the Blue Mountain coffee on the table, although he was calm, he glanced at Ye Xuan who looked focused from time to time.

Brush Brush Brush –

Ye Xuan was writing hard.

When he was a child, Ye Xuan's family was very poor, and he often ate the last meal without the next meal, other children ate hot buns, Ye Xuan ate steamed buns, others played yo-yos, Ye Xuan looked up at the sky in a daze.

"If only I had money!" Six-year-old Ye Xuan said in a childish voice, he was so eager to have no distractions, just just want to earn money and live happily.

"That's an ugly word." Feng Lingyu looked at Ye Xuan, who was "painting" on the table, and said secretly.

What I wrote with Jio is much better than Ye Xuan.

Shen Xiangmeng also supported her forehead, she wanted to see the lyrics, but she helplessly found that she couldn't understand it at all, Ye Xuan's words were praised by magic.

"Hit the money!"

Three minutes later, Ye Xuan looked at his plagiarism with satisfaction, ahh Borrowed lyrics.

The thing of cultural people, that is, borrowing, how can it be plagiarized?

"Okay?" Shen Xiangmeng's tone was a little surprised.

"That's it!"

"Let me see!"

Shen Xiangmeng couldn't wait to say, took the piece of paper and was silent for a few seconds.

"Just say it."

Who can read what is written?

"Ahem, I can't stop the inspiration when it comes, so I'm in a bit of a hurry to write." Ye Xuan's old face turned red, he glanced at Feng Lingyu's guitar on the table and hugged it directly.

There are very few stars tonight

I don't know where they all went

...

Miss your laughter

Missing your coat

Missing your white socks and the smell on your body

I miss your kisses and fingers with the faint smell of tobacco

The taste of being loved in memory

...

Buzz Buzz –

Ye Xuan gently put down the guitar, and the smoke and alcohol made this supposed gentle love song a little more vicissitudes, coupled with Ye Xuan's inadvertent roar, Shen Xiangmeng's heart trembled.

"What's the name of this song?" Shen Xiangmeng muttered.

"Taste!"

Ye Xuan sighed, when he was in high school, he liked the girl in the class, and it happened that the girl liked this song, and later practiced this song by herself, but the sister had already opened a room with a rich second generation in the school.

The flowers were so beautiful that year, Ye Xuan, who was wooden that year, watched his long-cherished girl get into a luxury car, Ye Xuan smashed the guitar that had saved money for a few months, and Ye Xuan wanted to become rich that year...