It was raining outside the window.

The air is slightly cold.

Song Hongdou gave Song Ci a look and motioned him to turn off the breastpad hanging on his chest.

In this way, the picture captured by the program team is only two people standing together drinking, but they can't hear what the two people are talking about.

Song Hongdou said: "That song is so good tonight, what's the name?" ”

Song Ci said: "If at that time. ”

Song Hongdou pondered twice and said, "If you ...... at that time yes, if it was ...... at the time"

In her words, there seem to be countless past events circulating.

Song Ci waved his hand and said, "It's just a song, don't think too much." ”

Song Hongdou raised his wine glass, touched one with Song Ci, and opened his lips lightly: "After we broke up, how many did you talk about, didn't you say that you had four exes before?" In other words, am I your first love? ”

Her gaze seemed to be smiling.

Song Ci looked at her very calmly: "You are not my first love. ”

The two men looked at each other for ten seconds.

It seems that no one is convinced.

Song Hongdou even straightened his chest slightly.

At this moment, if you look at it from the side, she is basically a presence with her head down and no feet.

Song Ci was naturally not to be outdone, he looked at her without blinking, and then suddenly said, "You have eye." ”

"Huh?" Song Hongdou screamed in surprise, and was about to wipe it, when Song Ci suddenly laughed.

"Teasing you, so unteased!"

Song Hongdou rolled her eyes, and she could see that she was not powdered at the moment, although she was facing the sky, but the light fell on her side face, like the moonlight spreading out, which was very beautiful.

"You can really do it...... Song Hongdou took another sip of red wine and said, "That...... How many times am I you? ”

Song Ci said: "Are you trying prisoners? What are you looking for from me...... It's so late, not to mention that I have to get up early tomorrow when I go back to bed. ”

Song Hongdou said: "You don't want to talk to me so much...... Hey, actually, huh...... Haven't I been preparing a new album recently, but I haven't been able to find a suitable title song, after all, you know, my current status in the music world, I really need to be very cautious when releasing an album, and if I'm not careful, my reputation will collapse directly. ”

Song Ci said: "It shouldn't be, you are the queen of Song, you let out the wind, those professional musicians, don't you bring your own works to you?" ”

Song Hongdou shook his head: "I've heard no less than a hundred demos in the past two years, and I barely managed to get eight songs, and there are still two songs missing, so I want to find you to see if there are any songs that suit me on your side." ”

Song Hongdou looked at Song Ci seriously.

Her mouth pursed slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Her eyelashes were long, and she had a faint scent wafting from the shower.

Song Ci is 183cm, and she is 168cm.

So Song Ci is a head taller than her.

At this moment, she raised her head slightly, looking at Song Ci with a slight pitiful taste in her eyes.

In Song Ci's mind, music began to sound.

[The most willing to forget the poetry of the ancients, the most disdainful is lovesickness]

[Guarding love is afraid of people laughing, and afraid of people seeing clearly]

[I came to see the red beans bloom in spring, but I didn't see a lover to pick them]

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you at the best price in the industry." Song Hongdou said, "And you don't lose money by selling songs to me, with my popularity, the copyright fee you receive every year for "Red Bean" should also be six figures, right?" ”

Song Ci was silent for a moment, actually listening to the song in his head.

"Forget it, if you don't want to, forget it." Seeing that Song Ci was indifferent, Song Hongdou's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Song Ci digested the song in his head, and then said: "I'll go back and think about it, you are looking for me to invite songs temporarily...... I'm not a god. ”

A smile suddenly bloomed on Song Hongdou's face: "That's okay, then I'll wait for your good news." ”

Song Ci was amused by the speed of the other party's face change: "Your face change speed is faster than my cat." ”

Suddenly, Song Ci thought of something and asked, "I'll write you a song, aren't you worried about public opinion after the song is published?" After all, the two of us ......"

Song Hongdou straightened his chest, snorted, and said, "We are still friends, the two of us are innocent, this is a normal business dealing, why care about other people's remarks!" ”

Song Ci said: "Indeed, so when the time comes, we must sign the contract well." ”

"As long as your song is good, I will definitely be able to afford a good price!"

Outside the window, it rained heavily at night.

When Song Ci returned to the house, Shen Xi was already asleep.

He washed up briefly and went to sleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

Song Ci got up and first made a simple breakfast for everyone.

Eight 01 a.m.

Song Ci took the transparent umbrella handed over by the staff, and walked into the drizzle with Song Hongdou.

The location of Shen Yuan is actually in the suburbs.

All around, there are rows of willow trees.

Song Ci and Song Hongdou both wore high shoes and stepped on some muddy paths.

Not far from the two of them, they were followed by three staff members in raincoats.

Two of them are photographers.

There is a big river in the distance, and the rain falls.

A misty mist rises.

At this moment, it is the Qingming season.

There are some villagers burning paper money to worship their ancestors on the riverside.

The two walked up, and Song Ci asked, "This uncle, may I ask you, how to get to Zhangjia Liquor Factory?" ”

The uncle held the rain-soaked paper money in his hand and pointed to a small village in the distance, where smoke rose from the curling smoke.

Song Hongdou said thank you sweetly.

Two people hold two umbrellas and walk through the dense rain curtain.

[During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. 】

[By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. 】

In Song Ci's mind, someone was reciting poetry.

Song Hongdou gently inhaled a breath of cool air, and Qiong's nose was a little red from the cold.

"It's a little cold, huh?" Song Ci asked.

Song Hongdou snorted.

"Then let's go faster."

Half an hour later, after asking three more local villagers, the two came to Zhangjia Distillery.

The winery is located in the depths of the small village, and when it stands outside, there is a strong aroma of wine entering the tip of the nose, making people flutter.

There was a child at the door, about seven or eight years old.

Song Ci called twice at the door, but no one responded.

Song Ci and Song Hongdou...... Wine seekers are not met.

"Kid, come here, do you know where the owner of this winery has gone?"

Xiaowa stood in front of the camera a little timidly: "My parents are burning paper money on the mountain. ”

Song Hongdou handed him the umbrella in his hand: "Why don't you use the umbrella?" ”

Seeing that Song Hongdou had no umbrella, Song Ci tilted his umbrella slightly.

Two Song Song held an umbrella together.

The rain seems to be getting heavier.