It was a group photo of more than 20 people. Unlike the wealth, grease and jewels that are full of other group photos, this is a group photo of more than 20 people with good manners, and it is a group photo exclusive to "little people".

After Lao Tang came back from buying water, Chen Wen pointed to this group photo and asked him: "Do you remember who this photo was taken for?" ”

"This one...... Old Tang picked up the journal and looked at it for a while, "Isn't this the girl who called you up?" I remembered that this was after the editors-in-chief had taken a group photo, and the young editors offered to take a group photo as well. ”

"But I don't ...... in the photo"

"Shows you're not an editor." Old Tang's expression that wanted to laugh suddenly twitched, as if he remembered something.

"What's wrong, Don?"

He pointed to a man standing next to Yingying. He is also very young, not much taller than Yingying, but the movement of raising his head high during the photo gives people a sense of pride: "If I remember correctly, that girl is from the same media as him." Their editor-in-chief didn't come, and this young man was present on behalf of the editor-in-chief, who was supposed to take a photo with the editors-in-chief. But he said that he was not the editor-in-chief, and that he wanted to be with the editors. And then there's ...... He should have been courting this girl. ”

This news was a little shocking to Chen Wen. According to the content of the dream, Yingying was already her girlfriend before the sci-fi venture capital conference, and now she has a suitor who is facing difficulties.

Old Tang also discovered Chen Wen's doubts.

He closed the journal and re-handed it to Chen Wen: "This journal is given to you, I will finally tell you how I feel." ”

Chen Wen nodded and asked him to continue.

"That girl only has you in her heart."

Chen Wen took a deep breath, but didn't know how to answer him.

Amid a stomach full of questions and a buzzing sound in his head, he flew back to Shanghai.

Chen Wen decided to confess all his discoveries so far to Ye Xingtong before the situation got worse. Before that Ying Ying's real person appeared in any capacity, he had to tell everything.

When the plane arrived in Shanghai, it was already past dinner time. Chen Wen dialed Ye Xingtong's number, and it was her assistant Yaoyao who answered.

"Hitomi, is she busy?"

"Yes, yes, Sister Hitomi is recording."

"Then let her contact me when she's done."

"Okay, okay...... And so on and so forth. Yaoyao spoke quickly and urgently, it should be Ye Xingtong who saw her answering the phone and gestured something to her, "Brother Chen, Sister Tong asked if you could come and pick her up." ”

"Yes, where can I pick it up?"

"I'll send you the location."

The location sent by Yaoyao is a recording studio that Ye Xingtong often goes to. Chen Wen drove from the airport and waited in the parking lot for a few minutes before seeing her walk out.

She sat in the passenger seat, put her bag away, and immediately picked up Chen Wen's face and kissed it.

"I'm so tired, I'm so tired." She tilted her chair for a moment, trying to find a position that would make her comfortable.

"Then you go to sleep, I'll drive slowly." Chen Wen leaned over to help her pull up her seat belt, and then started the car very steadily and slowly.

The colorful lights on both sides of the road and the sound of horns from time to time failed to stop Ye Xingtong from falling asleep.

The center of Shanghai, which is a few minutes away from eight o'clock, is very congested. What Chen Wen needs to worry about is not driving too fast, but constantly starting and braking because of traffic jams.

Finally arrived downstairs in Chen Wen's old house, but Ye Xingtong still hadn't woken up. He turned down the volume of the music, turned over and lay down on the seat, looking at Ye Xingtong quietly.

He remembered that such a scene had happened when the two met for the third time.

……

I can't remember whether it was the third day or the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, but it was the least popular day of the year in Shanghai. Chen Wenzheng, who had dinner with more than a dozen family elders, was urged to fall in love and get married soon.

A crisp "ding" rescued him from his embarrassment. It was Ye Xingtong who sent a brief message: "Are you free to send me home?" I'm so tired that I can't drive. ”

Chen Wen pursed his lips and looked at the elders who were urging marriage, and finally laughed out loud: "Doom...... I'm going on a date. ”

He took a taxi to the location where Ye Xingtong came from, and saw Ye Xingtong with dark circles in the parking lot.

"Everyone else is on vacation for the Chinese New Year, why do you have to work overtime?" Chen Wen took the bag and bag she was holding from her. After a little hesitation, he still reached out and grabbed Ye Xingtong's upper arm and helped her to find her car.

"Everyone else is on vacation, so I can record a little more to update every day and accumulate more popularity."

"Or is it a cover?"

She smiled bitterly: "It's easy to bury the original song without marketing." ”

After finding her bright red car, Chen Wen helped her to sit in the passenger seat and adjusted the seat angle to almost lie flat. Fasten his seat belt and make sure that Ye Xingtong can sleep comfortably before he got into the car from the other side and started moving.

The road was particularly easy to drive during the Spring Festival, and it didn't take long for Chen Wen to get off the highway and park in the parking lot of Ye Xingtong's LOFT house.

She fell asleep, and slept unusually soundly. Chen Wen even felt that he could vaguely hear some cries.

He opened the rear window by a small slit and made sure the air conditioning was sufficient, then quietly watched her fall asleep for a moment.

She's also working too hard.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, Chen Wen took out his mobile phone and wrote a particularly long message for her.

He first analyzed the domestic and foreign singers he had followed, and believed that cover singing had no future. Then he gave many well-known singers' finished songs as examples, and proposed that Ye Xingtong should brew a simple, highly recognizable, easy-to-learn and brainwashing song, and strive to become an instant hit. Then use the influence of this song to launch the songs you really want to sing and form your own personal style.

Writing and writing, Chen Wen himself is energetic. Using hairy crab, the most popular ingredient in autumn and winter, as an example, he devised how to compose a song based on it.

uses elegant lyrics to describe the freshness of crabs and the greed of singers, and does not directly mention crabs as much as possible, but the MV is full of delicacies cooked with crabs, and the chorus should be lined with a classic flowery soprano.

Also, if there is no formal way to launch this song, go to a comedy variety show and let a few backup dance teachers dress up as crabs.

"I see you've typed a lot of words. Be...... Are you going to start a new novel again? ”

Chen Wen didn't notice when Ye Xingtong woke up at all, but judging from the state of her eyes, this sleep was very effective.

"I scribbled ......"

Chen Wen is right, those things can really only be regarded as what he wrote nonsense. But he still pressed the send button. He felt that even if it was a joke, it would be good to make Ye Xingtong happy.

She did smile at the sight of the words, but the smile lasted for a short time. Far less than the time she spent reading and thinking with a serious expression.

"Chen Wen, do you have a girlfriend?" Ye Xingtong asked suddenly.

"No ......"

"Let's talk about one, then."