In Sun Shengwan's original vision, Liu Yijing may ask a question that is closer to her private life, after all, as an artist, her life is actually in the spotlight a lot of times.

Artists don't have a lot of privacy, but the privacy that can really be hidden is something that will not be shown to the outside world.

If Liu Yijing asks some less sensitive privacy questions, such as her daily activities, she can tell the other party very angrily.

But now this question...

Sun Shengwan subconsciously glanced down at his little hand, which was as white as jade, and his fingers, which were not slender, opened slightly, and soon clenched into a small fist.

She was thinking about whether she would bear some criminal responsibility if she punched down.

Such a rare opportunity!

Liu Yijing used it to ask this kind of ridiculous thing?!

Sun Shengwan always felt as if she had misheard, she looked at Liu Yijing as if she was verifying, but she saw the unparalleled seriousness on the other party's face.

This...

Is this kid serious?

The questioner is extremely serious, so she, the answerer, naturally can't be vague casually.

But does she unconsciously wave her hand when she sings? She hadn't noticed much of it herself.

"Uh... I haven't tried this kind of thing yet. ”

Sun Shengwan felt that there should be no problem with him, he sang with his throat, mouth, breath, not his hands.

As she spoke, she put her hands behind her back, very seriously.

"What song do you want to hear?"

It's useless to just say it, she plans to give it a try and prove herself.

“《Feel My Rhythm》”

"Oh? Don't you like Psycho? ”

Sun Shengwan, who has read Liu Yijing's novel in its entirety, has seen Liu Yijing express his love for "Psycho" through the mouth of the protagonist more than once, why did he suddenly order another song.

"I'm more lovable, and I like them all."

Liu Yijing replied casually, and then looked forward to it, there were very few opportunities to listen to Sun Sheng's singing up close, such a rare opportunity, he didn't want to miss it.

If it weren't for the fear that the other party would not agree, he would even want to take out his mobile phone to record these!

"Then Psycho." Sun Shengwan smiled slyly, her main theme was a contrarian.

Of course, for Liu Yijing, it doesn't matter what Sun Shengwan sings.

He just wanted to see the live live of the lead singer, and... Check whether the other person can sing without hand movements.

"Wait a minute, I'll find an accompaniment."

It's not impossible to sing, but this temporary intention is too temporary, let alone opening her voice, she doesn't have to do a warm-up.

Singing still needs to let go of the voice before singing, now that he has not opened his voice, Sun Shengwan is afraid that he will not go up a high note for a while, and it will become a joke.

This guy brags about her singing skills in the book, and if she doesn't prove it, then she's a shame!

Soon, everything was ready, and under Liu Yijing's expectant gaze, the familiar sound of "Psycho" music sounded softly in the living room.

In fact, in this song, Sun Shengwan doesn't have many parts of himself, but the more difficult and difficult to sing are all covered by her.

And Sun Shengwan's solo version of "Psycho", Liu Yijing has never found it once.

...

Facts have proved that Mr. Sun's singing skills are unquestionable, even if she is temporary, she still perfectly interprets this famous work that they have combined.

Although there is only the first measure plus the first chorus, this is enough.

And Liu Yijing's other question has also been answered, this subconscious habit of waving his hand will not affect Sun Shengwan's singing skills.

"Wow~ really, it's so good."

Praise does not need to be stingy, and his transparent voice brought Liu Yijing an extremely thorough audio-visual enjoyment, and after the singing ended, his praise blurted out.

And Sun Shengwan, who was praised, did not hide his happiness and smugness.

The beautiful lips raised the arc, and the small body also swayed gently subconsciously.

"It turns out that your hands don't affect your singing... It's a pity that you can't bring water for this section. ”

After the excitement, Liu Yijing lowered his head and muttered, and wrote down the situation he observed on the memo.

"Huh? Water? ”

"Ah, it's just writing a bunch of nonsense that doesn't affect the development of the plot, and sometimes when I can't think of a plot but have to update it, I will write such a paragraph to deal with things."

Liu Yijing habitually answered the phone and simply answered Sun Shengwan's question, but soon, he felt that something was wrong.

If I'm not mistaken... Sun Shengwan is his own reader.

So he actually admitted bluntly in front of his readers just now that he sometimes knows such things as water plots?

A trace of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the various "tortures" that the book friends had discussed in the crowd before also flashed through his mind.

And when he had the courage to look at Sun Shengwan, he really found Sun Shengwan's dissatisfied expression.

"Ah, I was wrong..."

"Then can you water a little more! Writing this makes people think I look down on it! ”

Liu Yijing swallowed back the words of apology, and then showed a speechless expression, "You don't seem to have spent any money." ”

"Huh?" A slightly raised nasal voice suppressed all Liu Yijing's complaints.

And he too, what does he say to his landlord!

The question was not only such a strange question, but Liu Yijing also asked some questions about the operation of the artist and some of Sun Shengwan's usual work.

These are not considered private, if you know a few staff members around her, you can actually get this information easily, but as a foreigner, it is more difficult for Liu Yijing to obtain this information.

Therefore, Sun Shengwan did not deliberately hide it, and simply told Liu Yijing about his daily work status.

It's like occasionally going to the company to show up and pretend to be busy, or working at a radio station that was still busy before...

When he doesn't return and doesn't prepare a new album, Sun Shengwan is actually even more salty than him.

Soon, Liu Yijing's tablet was recorded with dense texts, which were all memorized in Chinese, and Sun Shengwan wanted to understand them, but she couldn't.

"Whew, alright, thank you for your cooperation."

Today's efforts are almost over, and the next thing is all Liu Yijing's rest time.

However, Sun Shengwan kept staring at him curiously, and his hair straightened when he saw it.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Don't you write?"

In Sun Shengwan's eyes, Liu Yijing has only been working for a long time.

It's not an hour, right?

"I've given you so much information, don't you have the idea to put pen to paper?"

She is so active and cooperative, but there is a purpose!

Liu Yijing was stunned, he glanced at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, and after being silent for a few seconds, he decided to take a detour.

"The brain is overloaded, or... I treat you to dinner? Thank you for your selfless dedication? ”

Sun Shengwan was silent for a few seconds.

"Okay."