my fiancée is a streamer

"I really don't know how to write lyrics!"

Ye Xuan said with an embarrassed face.

"30 million!"

"Miss Shen Xiangmeng, why are you doing this?"

"40, this is my limit!"

"make a deal!"

Feng Lingyu: "???"

Damn, I really learned to live forever, remembering the last time I bought Ye Xuan's "Chengdu", Feng Lingyu was a little lucky, 40 and 15, I also earned 25!

Shen Xiangmeng looked at Ye Xuan with disgust in his eyes.

It was clear that Ye Xuan was pretending to want her to increase the price.

vulgar!

This guy named Ye Xuan is really vulgar and unbearable, and he is the kind of vulgar that gets into the eyes of money!

Thinking of this, Shen Xiangmeng sighed.

Is God blind?

Such a good song "Chengdu" was actually written by such a person.

"Qian is easy to talk about, but the lyrics must be better than "Chengdu"." Shen Xiangmeng put forward his own requirements.

"Do you have a pen?"

"what?"

"Do you have a pen, I ask?"

"What are you doing?"

"creation!"

Shen Xiangmeng: "???"

"You write now?" Feng Lingyu took out a black ballpoint pen and white paper from her bag.

"When she said 40, my inspiration... burst!"

Ye Xuan took the brush and began to write.

Feng Lingyu and Shen Xiangmeng looked at each other

With a glance, the eyes couldn't believe it.

"It turns out that money is your biggest motivation." Feng Lingyu whispered. Because of Shen Xiangmeng's presence, she didn't dare to shout like usual.Shen Xiangmeng was calmly drinking the Blue Mountain coffee on the table, although he was calm, he glanced at Ye Xuan with a focused expression from time to time.

brush brush

Ye Xuan is writing hard.

When he was a child, Ye Xuan's family was very poor, and he often ate one meal but not the next. Other children ate hot buns, Ye Xuan ate steamed buns, and others played yoyos. Ye Xuan looked up at the sky in a daze.

"If only I had money!" Six-year-old Ye Xuan said in a tender voice, so eager, without any distractions, just wanting to earn money and live happily.

"This word is really ugly." Feng Lingyu said secretly, looking at Ye Xuan who was "painting" on the table.

What I wrote in jio looks much better than Ye Xuan.

Shen Xiangmeng also supported her forehead. She wanted to read the lyrics, but she found helplessly that she couldn't understand it at all. Ye Xuan's words were described as a compliment.

"Make money!"

After 3 minutes, Ye Xuan looked at his plagiarism with satisfaction, ah!Borrowed lyrics.

The thing about cultural people, that is to learn from, how can you say plagiarism?

"Okay?" Shen Xiangmeng's tone was a little surprised.

"All right!"

"let me see!"

Shen Xiangmeng said impatiently, took the piece of paper and was silent for a few seconds.

"Just say it directly."

Who can understand what is written?

"Ahem, I can't stop my inspiration, so I'm a little anxious to write it." Ye Xuan blushed, glanced at Feng Lingyu's guitar on the table and hugged it directly.

Few stars tonight

I don't know where they all went

...

miss your smile

miss your coat

I miss your white socks and the smell on you

I miss your kisses and fingers The faint smell of tobacco

The taste of being loved in memory

...

Buzz

Ye Xuan gently put down the guitar, the tobacco and alcohol voice made this supposedly gentle love song a little more vicissitudes of life, and Ye Xuan's inadvertent roar made Shen Xiangmeng's heart tremble.

"What's the name of this song?" Shen Xiangmeng murmured.

"smell!"

Ye Xuan was very embarrassed. When he was in high school, he liked the girls in the class, and it happened that the girl liked this song. Later, she practiced this song hard, but the girl had already opened a room with a certain rich second-generation in the school.

That year the flowers were so beautiful, that year the dull Ye Xuan stared blankly at the girl he had admired for a long time getting into a luxury car, that year Ye Xuan broke the guitar that had been saved for several months, that year Ye Xuan wanted to change gotta be rich...