Shen Shuyi shook his head: "Of course not." Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you, it's not a big problem. The problem is that there is no whole duck at home now, so I have to go out and buy it. It's so late, and the vegetable market and the supermarket are probably not sold. So, if you want to eat, tell me next time a day in advance, I'll buy it early, okay? ”

Song Li waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it." I'm on a whim. Let's order takeout. Since the music comprehensive can't be recorded, you don't have any other itinerary in the near future, eat some crayfish at night and drink some wine with your brother, no problem, right? ”

Shen Shuyi has always paid attention to protecting his throat.

As long as he has a job, whether he needs to sing on stage or not, he will abstain from spicy food a few days or even a week in advance, so that his voice is in the best condition.

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This time, in order to be able to be in the best state, Shen Shuyi has been for a whole month, quitting spicy and borrowing meat.

I get up at six o'clock in the morning, go downstairs on time at half past six to run, actively exercise, open my voice and practice singing at home, whether it is my body or my voice, I strive to be in the best state when I am on the show.

Now that the variety show can't be recorded, there will be no itinerary for the time being, so naturally there is no need to taboo anymore.

With crayfish, how can you live without beer?

The two ordered a large plate of crayfish and ordered a beer.

After the takeaway came, the two didn't go to the restaurant, but directly put the crayfish and beer on the coffee table and began to peel the lobster.

Crayfish and beer are always a perfect match.

A plate of three-pound crayfish, two people in less than an hour, has already wiped out most of it.

Song Li was wearing disposable gloves in his hand, he peeled the crayfish in his hand, and pretended to say casually: "Shuyi, do you say that we should have a live broadcast at night?" Didn't you record the sound? Just as we give back to the fans, we will sing two or three songs to the fans in the live broadcast room, how about it? ”

Shen Shuyi put the freshly peeled crayfish in his hand into Song Li's bowl and shook his head: "I'm not in a good state today, so I'm not broadcasting." Moreover, today's live broadcast is not planned either. The hot search of me and Gu Chi is still hanging on the Internet, so let's wait for the heat to pass. ”

No matter what he does today, he is suspected of rubbing the heat.

Song Lideng lost his temper, and it doesn't matter if Weibo doesn't respond, it doesn't work to start a live broadcast!

How many people can there be in the live broadcast room of Shuyi? Tens of thousands of people have died, what kind of storm can be set off?

All right.

If it involves Gu Chi, it's really, it's hard to say.

Song Li's little caution was softly blocked back by Shen Shuyi, "You...... Okay, okay! ”

Song Li took a big sip of wine depressedly.

Next to him, Shen Shuyi stood up from his position, and Song Li raised his face, "Hey? Why go? ”

"I'll go back to my room."

Shen Shuyi went to the room and came out with a guitar.

Shen Shuyi sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the guitar in his arms, his hand first plucked the guitar a few times, found the pitch, raised his head, his cheeks were dyed a faint crimson because of the slight drunkenness, and asked sincerely: "Brother, do you want to listen to me sing?" ”

It doesn't matter if you can't broadcast live or sing to your fans, then sing it to your friends, it's the same.

This silly kid really just likes music.

Song Li's emotions suddenly became a little untenable.

Damn it.

Today's crayfish are too spicy too!

It's so spicy that people's eyes hurt!

Song Li picked up the beer on the coffee table, and he used the action of drinking to force back the moisture in his eyes.

"Listen! I'll listen to whatever you sing! ”

In order to listen to songs immersively, Song Li, who usually keeps his mobile phone in his hand, also turned his mobile phone to silent.

Shen Shuyi held the guitar, his fingertips skillfully plucked the strings, and the smooth and soothing guitar sound sounded, and he looked up and smiled at Song Li.

Song Li took the beer in his hand and held it up to him.

Shen Shuyi curled his lips.

Drinking didn't affect his performance at all, but added a little different taste, like a fresh glass of Mojito, with a faint hint of drunkenness.

"I'm humming a song/

Playing / singing

Sing to my good friend Song Li"

Song Li was amused by the words he made up, and interacted with him, "Uh-huh, I heard it, it's good, go on." ”

The song is good, and he likes it.

Shen Shuyi smiled softly and continued.

"I also write some songs once in a while

The breeze / Blowing my hair / Blowing through the treetops /

Moonlight / Gently follow and "

The light in the living room fell on Shen Shuyi's body, as if it had its own soft light.

This scene is so beautiful.

Song Li couldn't hold back and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

The mobile phone screen popped up the message box of Weibo, and Song Li didn't want to nod a fork.

Now nothing is as important as listening to books and singing!!

Song Li, who was a little drunk, picked up his mobile phone and recorded a video in front of Shen Shuyi.

Shen Shuyi hummed softly, sensing that the agent was recording a video, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Li.

Song Liwei said drunkenly: "You sing yours, I won't post it on the Internet." I'm just going to take it out and see for ourselves later. ”

Shen Shuyi nodded, then retracted his gaze and sang.

Song Li narrowed his eyes: "Why haven't I heard you sing this song before?" Is it a new song that was written recently? ”

Shen Shuyi plucked the strings and shook his head: "I just thought of the inspiration, so I tried to play it." It's just a few basic tunes, and it's not a song. ”

Of course, Song Li knows Shen Shuyi's creative talent better than anyone else, so it is not surprising to hear that he has just had the inspiration.

It's just hard to settle.

Damn, Shen Shuyi, who has such strength and attitude, is just not popular!

Shen Shuyi was inspired and continued to sing-

"I was singing

Sing it to whom?

My fingertips played with emotion

Fantasy is a big concert

The microphone was handed out

There will be thousands of people who will follow me and ...... loudly."

Shen Shuyi held the guitar and closed his eyes, imagining that he was now in a stadium large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

As soon as he handed the microphone out, thousands of people would join him in singing loudly.

The beer he drank burned in his throat, and Song Li poured down several sips again.

Damn it.

God, you can open your eyes even a little bit, let this fool who likes music be on fire, and give him a stage to sing.

Really, as long as this fool has a stage, the audience will not be disappointed!

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Gu Chi: Teacher Shen, please sing it to me alone in the future.

Chapter 8: Tears

"Brother Song, Brother Song, Brother ......"

Song Li was drunk and lay on the coffee table.

Shen Shuyi called a few times, snorted a few times, and then stopped moving.

You can't just let people sleep on the coffee table like this, it's easy to catch a cold.

Shen Shuyi put down the guitar in his arms, pushed the wine bottle on the coffee table away, and helped the person up.

The body of a drunk person will become extraordinarily heavy, and Shen Shuyi himself has also drunk, and he is a little unable to exert his strength, so it takes a little effort to help the person to sleep on the bed in the guest room.

Song Li slept very deeply, Shen Shuyi covered the quilt for him, turned off the light, and walked out of the guest room.

Back in the living room, Shen Shuyi cleaned up the wreckage of crayfish and beer on the coffee table.

Lowering his head and sniffing the neckline of his clothes, which was full of beer and crayfish, Shen Shuyi went back to the room, took a shower, and changed into a loose T-shirt and shorts.

lifted the quilt and went to bed, caught off guard, and took a look at "Gu Chi" who was sticking to the cabinet opposite.

Shen Shuyi didn't think about it so much when he posted it at the time.

Only now do I realize that there seems to be something strange about pasting other people's posters on the cabinet facing the bed in front of me.

Subconsciously looked down at his T-shirt.

It's a very ordinary white T-shirt, and every boy probably has a few big white T's in the cabinet.

Supposedly, there is no rudeness?

Shen Shuyi went to bed with confidence.

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