Jiang Xinhai, with her homely style and neatly combed bangs, looks like a little sister next door.
Her pajamas were as thin as gauze, and through the pink nightgown, you could see her flat belly and slender and small belly button.
She looked at Chen Ya with her eyes wide open, as if she was looking at a stranger who suddenly broke into her home.
"Why haven't you put on your clothes yet?" Chen Ya frowned.
Jiang Xinhai put his hands behind his back, his eyes still looking him up and down.
"Didn't I ask you to be prepared to be on camera?" Chen Ya asked again.
Jiang Xinhai stared at him and tilted his face, looking very cute.
"I plan to take a video of you and take you back to show the young people." Chen Ya said.
Jiang Xinhai showed a mischievous smile.
"You're talking, why aren't you talking?" Chen Ya slowed down his tone a little.
Jiang Xinhai, pajamas and all, crashed into his arms.
"Why are you so fierce? We haven't seen each other for so long, and now you keep scolding me when we meet!" She said sullenly in his arms.
"I'm very angry."
She raised her face in his arms: "Are you angry with me?"
"No, I'm mad at those idiots."
"That's it," Jiang Xinhai said, "So after not seeing each other for so long, do you have anything else to say to me besides these?"
Chen Ya thought for a moment and said, "I love you."
Jiang Xinhai opened his mouth slightly.
“There’s no foreshadowing at all!”
Chen Ya smiled: "We've known each other for over ten years, why bother laying the groundwork? Let's just go through the motions."
Jiang Xinhai stood on tiptoe, held his face and kissed him.
After a while, the two separated, and Chen Ya said:
"Why aren't you angry at all?"
"I'm angry."
"Are you angry? How come I didn't notice it at all?"
"I was very angry, but when I saw you, I wasn't angry anymore."
Chen Ya rubbed her hair with infinite affection.
Just like when they met more than ten years ago, Jiang Xinhai is still the innocent and love-minded girl, and time has left no scars on her.
After so many years, Chen Ya has shed much of his youthful arrogance and gradually become mature and steady.
But the fact that Jiang Xinhai was his Achilles' heel remained unchanged.
After all, this girl is his first love.
"Come here," Chen Ya put his arm around her waist, "I wrote a song for you. Xinhai and Zhichi, after five years, are reuniting to collaborate."
Jiang Xinhai hung lazily on him and said lazily:
"Forget it, don't be angry. Things are different now than they were back then. I don't understand what's so good about the popular songs nowadays."
She patted Chen Ya's chest and said:
"I'm not going to argue about that. Your song is definitely good, but you should save it for later. There's no need to get into a fight at this critical moment just to be angry. What if it sinks? Wouldn't that be a waste of a good song?"
Chen Ya grabbed her face, rubbing and kneading it: "Don't you believe in my strength?"
Jiang Xinhai said with his tongue stuck in his throat: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's that I don't believe myself. I haven't released a song in 5 years."
"Even if you don't release a song for ten years, you're still a queen."
Chen Ya took out a piece of paper that had been double-faced from his trouser pocket, unfolded it carefully, and handed it to Jiang Xinhai.
Jiang Xinhai was slightly stunned.
Many years ago, when she and Chen Ya first met, Chen Ya did the same thing and handed her the note with "Red Beans" written on it.
At this moment, just like at that time, the same two people, the same scene, echoed at different nodes in the long river of time as if it were fate.
Jiang Xinhai took the note and saw that it said:
"Summer Wind".
…
"Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet for a moment," Director Tian clapped his hands and said to everyone, "Everyone, take a break at noon. I'll tell you about the afternoon arrangements."
It was the intermission of the filming of the "Poetic Life" program. They had just finished lunch and had an hour's lunch break.
It is called lunch break, but actually the director wants to use this time to explain the "play" to everyone.
Li Xingliang had a fluffy, side-parted hair with highlights on his head. He leaned his hands on the chair, sitting like the protagonist of a youth comic, his eyes constantly looking between Qin Yunshang and Qin Yunchu.
He held an orange peel in his hand and tried to put it on Qin Yunshang's head from time to time. Qin Yunshang smiled on the surface and dodged to the side calmly. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him to throw the orange peel away.
Li Xingliang's face fell on the spot, and he muttered, "Don't be angry, I'm just joking."
"I'm not angry, I'm just joking with you." Qin Yunshang smiled on the surface, but actually her fingers were clenched secretly.
"Okay, okay, let me tell you what to do next afternoon." Director Tian took the program list, glanced at it, and said.
Then he said, "There's an event this afternoon. According to the company's requirements, everyone should talk about music before dinner. How should we talk about it specifically..."
He licked his lips and said, "Teacher Wang is about to release a new album, can you reveal a little bit about it?"
Wang Feng raised his eyebrows.
"Then, Li Xingliang, ask Mr. Wang if he has ever heard your song and ask him to comment on it."
Li Xingliang came back to his senses and said, "Oh, okay."
"Then everyone will participate in the discussion," Director Tian said, flipping through the program. "Praise the young people more. As for how to praise them, the teachers will definitely know more than me, so I won't teach you."
Everyone had a blank expression on their face.
Having said so much, I just want to strongly promote Li Xingliang.
Time quickly came to the afternoon, and as the live broadcast started, a large number of viewers flocked in.
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