can't remember the lyrics remember me

There are still a few days before the next concert, Zhang Yang saw that he was exhausted from practicing all day recently, so he pushed a few announcements for him, so that Yu Qi can still take a rest this day.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Qi, who was fully armed, went out with his assistant.The city they came to is famous for its snacks, and the best food is often found in fly restaurants. No matter how rich the big stars are, there is no possibility of clearing the venue.

After driving around the city for a few laps and admiring the local scenery, Yu Qi lost interest.

When it was dark, Yu Qi and his assistant drove to an Internet celebrity hot pot restaurant.

Just as he was walking downstairs, Yu Qi was grabbed by the arm before he even stepped in. When he looked back, Yu Qi smiled. "Tracking me?"

Song Yin's eyes were dark, and he smiled gracefully, pulling him to the side, "Please eat something delicious."

Yu Qi paused, "How delicious is it?"

Song Yin smiled, "It depends on your luck."

Yu Qi thought for a while, then turned to the little assistant and said, "You can eat here, the car is parked here anyway. Order more expensive ones, brother treats you to eat."

The little assistant panicked, "Brother Qi, you can't leave me, Brother Yang, if you know I left you behind, don't scold me to death."

Yu Qi pointed at Song Yin, "See? Mr. Song, who is tall and big, is more reliable than a bodyguard. It's useless for you to follow me if you're skinny. Go eat something good to nourish your body."

The little assistant said aggrievedly: "Why do you have to go with Teacher Song instead of me."

Yu Qi smiled suddenly, and blinked ambiguously, "Silly boy. When you're an adult, stop following me."

The "tall and tall" Teacher Song raised his eyebrows, put his arms around Yu Qi's shoulders, and cooperated with Yu Qi to bully the children: "Yes, don't go, you shouldn't see it when you see it, it's not good to be stimulated gone."

The little assistant trembled, and boldly told Song Yin: "Then...Mr. Song, please help take care of Brother Qi. He has a bad temper and is easily impulsive. Don't play too violently."

Song Yin smiled and lay on Yu Qi's shoulder, and agreed shamelessly: "Okay, don't worry, I will be gentle."

Yu Qi slammed Song Yin's back with a fist, "Don't f*cking play it off, make an inch of it, Mr. Song."

Song Yin stood up straight, found a baseball cap out of nowhere, and put it on Yu Qi's head, "Big star, you dare to run outside with pink hair and sunglasses, do you think the fans are blind?"

Yu Qi was very upset, "My fans are all little angels with eyes and ears, they are considerate and won't disturb me. You are really blind if you diss my babies in front of me."

Song Yin touched the porcelain fan shamelessly: "Then I am your baby too, and I supported you yesterday."

When Yu Qi thought of that mentally retarded light sign, he couldn't help but get angry, "You fucking baby? Tell me, how did you get in there?"

Song Yin said: "I happened to see officials standing in a fund-raising support, and I contributed [-] yuan."

Yu Qi glanced at him and muttered, "RMB players."

Song Yin smiled softly, helped him tidy up the hair that was sticking up around his head, didn't speak anymore, and just led him through several alleys turning left and right.

Yu Qi walked all the way in a muffled voice, and suddenly asked: "You mean luck, you can't remember the way at all, and luck can find the place, right?"

Song Yin was helpless, "I have a good memory." He gently turned Yu Qi's head to the left, "See? It's right there."

It was a small shop hidden in the corner of the city. It was not big but looked clean.

Song Yin pushed Yu Qi to go there, explaining: "The bottom ingredients of this hot pot restaurant are fried by the owner himself. They are very fragrant and clean, and you won't get angry after eating them. You have to hold a concert in a few days , After eating the one just now, my throat is useless."

Yu Qi's heart softened suddenly, but he still insisted: "If it doesn't taste good, I'll beat you up."

Song Yinyun said calmly: "You can beat me any way you want. Hit it on the bed, and use a small leather/whip."

Yu Qi suddenly turned to stare at him.

"What's wrong?" Song Yin asked innocently.

Yu Qi frowned and looked at him, before saying for a long time: "You can be regarded as a literary and artistic worker after all. You look like a human, why are you so fucking dissolute when you open your mouth?"

Song Yin reached out and pinched his face, coaxing him softly like a child: "Don't be angry. The gentle scum is so attractive. I shouldn't have robbed you. I was wrong."

Yu Qi's face was not thin, but he blushed when he told him so abruptly.Yu Qi felt that he was usually crazy enough, what kind of fucking weird brain circuit was Song Yin?

Song Yin smiled and pulled him into the shop.

Song Yin didn't lie, this hot pot restaurant tasted super good, Yu Qi enjoyed it very much.

While boiling the duck intestines, Yu Qi complained about Song Yin: "There's no need to try your luck in this place, anyone who doesn't eat hot pot will fall in love with it."

Song Yin helped him get a thousand layers of belly, and explained: "The boss's business depends on his mood. He can open it if he wants to, and close the door if he doesn't want to. It depends on the mood of the boss."

Yu Qi thoughtfully ate the food he gave him, and then asked: "Didn't you stay in the United States all the time? How did you know about this restaurant?"

Song Yin took a sip of water, "Can't I ask in advance?"

How can you be willing to waste time in a place where you can't create memories when you travel thousands of miles to find someone?

Yu Qi was overwhelmed, eating hot pot comfortably, and asked lazily: "Have you found out about other places? I want to eat that kind of cute and delicious crayfish that peels off automatically when I look at it. "

Song Yin wiped her mouth, and said seriously: "Look at me, and I'll peel it for you obediently, and I will also give you the service of feeding food into your mouth obediently."

Yu Qi took a hard bite of the soft brown sugar glutinous rice cake, "You're a rascal. Admit defeat!"

Song Yin bent his eyes, got up obediently and poured him a cup of tea.

After eating to his heart's content, Yu Qi went back to the hotel happily, and when he arrived at the door, he began to imagine the wonderful time of lying on the bed after taking a shower and watching videos. Song Yin leisurely reminded him: "Come to my room later to do homework."

Yu Qi frowned displeased, he was not a primary school student, so he was doing homework.

Song Yin opened the door of the next room, turned to Yu Qi and said softly, "Don't be too late, I'm a little tired today."

The lights of the hotel shone on the top of his head, his black hair drooped gently, and the shadow fell on the straight bridge of his nose, gentle and restrained.And there is a faint bluish-black mark lying under his eyes, which seems to have a unique taste of abstinence.

Yu Qi couldn't help her heartbeat speeding up, thinking angrily: Damn, seduce me.

Unable to resist the temptation, Yu Qi reluctantly entered Song Yin's room after taking a shower.

Song Yin was wearing a dark blue pajamas, sitting beside the table, explaining the origin of the lyrics to Yu Qi line by line, paying attention carefully.

Song Yin didn't make jokes, and Yu Qi also settled down.Listening to Song Yin talking about the creation of lyrics is actually very interesting. His ideas are wild and unconstrained, but there is a very attractive quality throughout.

No matter what kind of words he writes, happy or sad, joking or serious, there is a kind of pure affection from beginning to end.

The creators always have sincerity without any impurities.No matter what tone you use, you can feel the affection overflowing in the words.

Yu Qi gradually realized that his previous understanding of the songs he sang was too superficial.

He has always thought that it is enough to sing the emotion that the lyrics want to express, and it is enough to resonate with the audience.

However, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Lyricists sometimes write for their audience, using strong motives to meet their audience's needs.

Song Yin is not.All his songs seem to be written for just one person.

Emotions are unique and intense, pursued to the point of desperation.

Yu Qi closed her eyes, leaned against the back of the chair and raised her head slightly.

Song Yin turned to look at him with deep eyes.Yu Qi seemed to be asleep, Song Yin gently caressed his smooth long neck, and sighed in his ear: "Every song I write to you is a love letter I send .Why can't you remember a word?"

Yu Qi's eyelashes fluttered quietly, and the room was silent as if it had entered the end of time.

Song Yin turned around, picked up a pen and wrote something on the paper.

Yu Qi quietly opened one eye, staring at Song Yin's movements, as if inspired to write lyrics?

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Qizhen fell asleep.

Just when he really fell into a dream, Song Yin seemed to have a telepathic feeling, gently picked him up, and put him on the bed.

After turning off the light, Song Yin lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes.

Yu Qi fell into a deep sleep, and in his dream he was very arrogant: "What's wrong with the love letter? I can't remember the lyrics. What's wrong? I remember you."