In the morning, the sky was gray, and the smoke and rain darkened the entire western capital.

Song Ci's rental house is a two-bedroom apartment, and at the moment, there is a chaotic wind rolling the curtains, and it is cold.

Books were scattered haphazardly on the table.

"How Actors Are Made", "Advanced Music Theory", "Drama Theory", ......

The popularity is gone, but the heart can't be without.

Over the years, Song Ci has been practicing his internal skills, reading books, studying hard, and has also participated in some drama projects, working hard to improve himself.

Song Ci stretched, and then lifted the curtains.

The slightly humid air moistened the nasal cavity and made him feel refreshed at once.

A little orange cat landed on the table, holding a meaty face and looking at Song Ci.

"Pot helmet, you died of quarrel early in the morning."

Song Ci was washing and teaching his cat a lesson.

The pot helmet jumped off the desk, twisted his little butt and walked into the corner, eating cat food.

A pretty figure suddenly appeared in Song Ci's mind.

[Eh, this cat is so pitiful, brother, let's take it back and raise it......]

Shaking his head, Song Ci squeezed out those long-term memories in his mind.

"I don't know who would agree to join me on the show...... Or do you ......not agree?"

Song Ci cooked a bowl of noodles for himself and fried an egg.

The phone rang, and it was my mother calling.

"Hey, son!"

"Hmm, Mom! What's going on? ”

"We opened a new pig farm in the village next door, and the boss said, you go and sing three songs, give 5,000!" Mom's voice was quite excited.

Although Song Ci is on the rivers and lakes...... Gloomy sinking.

But after all, the pinnacle of his debut is still there, and as a singer, he can support himself by singing these works for a lifetime.

At the beginning, Song Ci had a little insistence on this product, and he was reluctant to accept the commercial performance that was too low-grade.

Later, as long as it is money, Song Ci will do anything.

He did a lot of work such as real estate and shopping mall openings.

But the jobs I found in the past two years are basically gone.

"Okay, Mom! When? ”

"If you can, you can come back and talk to them."

"Good!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci put on a dark blue coat, rode a small electric donkey and set off.

My parents lived in a small town nearly 40 kilometers away from the Western Capital and opened a commissary to make a living.

Song Ci arrived home at noon, and there were several dishes on the table that he liked to eat.

Back to the pot meat, shredded potatoes, cold salad folded ear root, cold salad pork head meat.

After eating, Song Ci charged the electric donkey, and then met his mother Lin Shaoqin to the next village, and met Lao Zhao, the owner of the pig farm with a big gold chain with the thickness of his thumb.

"Hahaha! I have long heard that there is a big star on our side, and when I see it today, I feel that our pigs can gain three pounds! ”

Lao Zhao laughed, revealing the two big gold teeth at the corners of his mouth.

Song Ci said: "Boss Zhao, I see your factory, it's very big!" ”

Lao Zhao: "That's not it! 1,500 pigs a year! ”

"When will it be opened, when the time comes, my brother must tie it up for you!"

"Haha, next weekend! Brother, you are bright and I am bright, this is a deposit of 1,000 yuan, and you can sing three songs when the time comes! ”

Song Ci signed a simple contract with the owner of the pig farm.

The boss also wanted to stay with Song Ci for dinner, but Song Ci didn't agree.

In the evening, Song Ci rode a small electric donkey through the flashing neon lights of the western capital.

When there were still five traffic lights away from home, I received a call from director Li Weicai.

"Hey, Mr. Song, are you in the Western Capital? Which one do you want to listen to, a good news or a not-so-good news? ”

Song Ci parked the car on the side of the road, stepped on the ground with one foot, and said, "Let's talk about it first." ”

Li Weicai: "Haha, the good news is that your ex-girlfriend agreed, and we can continue to work together on the show!" ”

Song Ci said: "What about the bad news......

Li Weicai: "Your four ex-girlfriends have all agreed. ”

Song Ci: "What? ”

What do these four people mean?

Song Ci was a little confused, and four figures involuntarily flashed in his mind.

The past flies by.

"Tomorrow, you can come to Xidutai, let's have a good chat!"

Li Weicai hung up Song Ci's phone and continued the meeting with the team.

After receiving replies from Song Ci's four ex-girlfriends, the whole team has had several meetings.

These four are all some of the most popular and powerful female artists in the circle.

And three of them basically don't participate in variety shows.

If the show could have them, it would definitely be popular before it was broadcast.

So Li Weicai's four female guests didn't want to give up.

But now his show is a love show, which is not easy to operate.

Do you want Song Ci to be CP with his four ex-girlfriends?

Even if the show hasn't been broadcast yet, the fans of the four female guests will directly blow up the entire program group.

So under the trade-offs, Li Weicai and the leaders of Xidutai finally decided.

The show with Song Ci and his four ex-girlfriends as the core still has to be done.

But.

The format of the show needs to change.

……

Song Ci returned home.

The pot helmet was lying in front of the window, watching the sunset boredly.

The reddish-purple sky is like a piece of cloth.

Li Weicai's news of Song Ci can be described as a bombshell.

He didn't expect all four of them to agree.

He pulled out his phone and flipped to a contact with the note "sugar".

This is the only one of the four ex-girlfriends who still has contact information.

Open the chat box, and the chat history of the two people stopped in the late autumn of last year.

Taking a deep breath, Song Ci sent a message: "Old Tang, did you agree to the invitation to the show directed by Li Weicai?" ”

Song Ci waited for a minute, but the other side did not reply to the message.

He silently put his phone aside and went to the refrigerator to grab a drink.

"Ding-dong." The phone rang.

[That's right.] 】

After about ten seconds, another message.

[You told Director Li about us? 】

Song Ci replied: "...... Right. ”

The other party replied in seconds: "Isn't your ex-girlfriend Song Hongdou?" What are you looking for me for? ”

Song Ci nested in the sofa, the pot helmet jumped into his arms, and he touched the soft hair of the pot helmet: "My first love is you." ”

"Hehe, scumbag."

Song Ci: "We don't have to attack with life!" ”

There was no response from the other side.

Song Ci sighed, he really wanted to become popular, and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to rub off on his ex-girlfriend's popularity.

Suddenly, in Song Ci's mind, a song began to sound.

[The red rain splashed with memories of how to dive, your beautiful eyes are like back then, flowing in my heart. 】

[The last side of the ferry has sprinkled a full stop, if you are only as you first met, why do you have to be sad and parting. 】

What's the situation?

Song Ci looked around, and finally stared at the pot helmet, but he didn't find the source of the song.

Am I hallucinating?

Song Ci frowned, he didn't sleep well this night.