I heard that I don't sing love songs [Entertainment]

Hearing Yizhou's threatening words in his ears, Zong Yuan felt like the most beautiful love words in the world.

Bai Lin didn't come after a long time, seeing Zong Yuan leaning on him and refusing to move, he asked him with a smile, "Do you want to spend the night in the garage?"

Zong Yuan was a little confused, and heard him say again: "Bai Lin won't be coming tonight, you have to drive back by yourself."

Zong Yuan was stunned for two seconds, remembering that Bai Lin must have given the keys for Yi Zhou to appear in his car. In this case, how could he come to disturb the two of them.

Zong Yuan stood up, moved to the driver's seat, buckled his seat belt, and opened his mouth to cover up his embarrassment, "Bai Lin is now facing you, without saying a word to me."

Yi Zhou leaned there and smiled, his coat was left open casually, and the T-shirt lining inside was in a mess, Zong Yuan just rubbed it on his body, and he didn't tidy it up, he lazily looked at the people in front of him with doting eyes and complained in a low voice .

The neon lights and shadows kept retreating as the car moved forward, and there was no sound from the two people in the car. Zong Yuan cut out the car radio to break the silence. What was playing was an old love song, and the lyrics sung by the ethereal voice of the female singer were The long and lingering voice echoed between the two of them and became the most beautiful voice in the night.

The place where Yi Zhou was slandered by Zong Yuan got home and he lifted his clothes to see that there were already bruises. Zong Yuan, who felt guilty, found the medicinal wine and held it in his hand. He sat by the wall and waited for his brother to come out of the bathroom.

It was cold at night, and Yi Zhou didn't feel cold, so he casually put on a thin pajamas and walked out, steaming all over his body, when he looked down, he saw Zong Yuan sitting cross-legged on the ground, "Why are you sitting on the ground again?"

Zong Yuan is 1.8 meters tall, with a pair of straight and slender long legs, it is a beautiful scenery casually, but he just doesn't like to show off, he always sits on the ground, nestling his whole slender body into a ball, suddenly It looks cute.

For Zong Yuan, too much space will make him feel empty. Sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, he feels surrounded by security. Because of his habit, Yi Zhou covered the ground with carpets early in the morning. .

When Zong Yuan saw the person coming out, he got up silently, dragged Yi Zhou to the sofa, unscrewed the bottle cap of the medicinal wine, and poured it on his hand without finding a cotton swab. The cold hand pressed against his burning skin, making both of them tremble subconsciously After a while, Zong Yuan held his breath and rubbed gently, and Yi Zhou grabbed his wrist.

Zong Yuan raised his head and looked at Yi Zhou, with doubts in his eyes, Yi Zhou raised his lips and said, "You seem to be treating a piece of fragile glass, so don't be so guilty. Next time you encounter potential danger, you should not leave any room for it."

"Yeah." Zong Yuan responded, and he was not so cautious when applying it again. Yi Zhou frowned, looking softly at the squatting person in front of him.

The injured Yi Zhou took a rest to toss Zong Yuan's mind, and went to the study to deal with work after applying the medicine. Zong Yuan was not in a hurry to wash up and go to bed, and dug out the previous manuscript to paint and change.

He had a new inspiration for the song Yizhou gave him before.

It was early in the morning when Yi Zhou came out of the study. He saw the bright lights in the living room, and after scanning around, he found Zong Yuan in front of the sofa. He was wearing earphones and immersed himself in it, writing like a fly, which made Yi Zhou a little curious.

Moved to his side, bent slightly to look over, Zong Yuan supported the manuscript with his legs and knees, and shook his head slightly to find the rhythm when he couldn't shake his legs. The words on the paper were densely packed, with many crossed out marks. Think over and over for a long time.

The lights above his head were blocked by someone, but he didn't regain his senses, so Yi Zhou simply sat beside him and watched him ponder word by word.

Ten minutes later, Zong Yuan turned the page, and suddenly saw an extra leg around his waist from the corner of his eye.

He looked up along the line of his legs, and Yi Zhou reached out to take off his earphones, "Does your ears hurt after so long?"

When Zong Yuan practiced singing, he often practiced for a whole day, and his ears had already adapted to being tortured by this kind, so he shook his head, "It's very late?"

"It's late." Yi Zhou looked at the watch on his wrist and responded.

Zong Yuan's eyes were burning, and he didn't feel sleepy at all, "Brother, can you teach me how to dance?"

Yizhou had promised before that if he entered the finals, he would be his guest vocalist. Along with the repeated rumors about Yizhou on the Internet, he had a hunch that such opportunities were running out.

"Dancing?" Yi Zhou asked back.

Zong Yuan raised the paper full of words in his hand, "I have filled out the lyrics, shall I sing this song? Then, let's dance."

Yi Zhou didn't expect him to be so concerned about being on the same stage, he patted his head and asked with a smile, "Is that how you can be sure that you will enter the final?"

In the ten episodes of "Sound Into My Ears", four of the seven contestants in the first round have been replaced by challenge singers, and there are still many challenge singers who have succeeded and then been eliminated by other challenge singers. The competition is not bad fierce.

Zong Yuan's eyes were shining brightly as if hiding stars, "I'm sure."

"I have already sung eleven of the twelve new songs in the album, and I will sing one more in the next recording. I will have no new songs to sing. Brother's, can you sing in the final?" Zong Yuan snapped his fingers and asked him. Calculate.

Yi Zhou stretched out his hand, Zong Yuan was stunned for a few seconds before he realized, and handed him the notebook in his hand. He overturned all the words he filled in before. This song is a combination of enthusiasm and calmness, mixed in a song There is an awkward sense of integration, but it can make people remember deeply. Zong Yuan once thought that this song was played by war, and after endless killings, it returned to the calmness of blood flowing like a river, but today I heard that old song in the car. Old song, he seems to have gotten the hang of it.

This song by Yizhou is not about killing or war, but about love.

So he tore up all the words he had filled out and started from scratch.

Yi Zhou had already read most of it just now, and now he took it into his hand and slowly read it carefully, saying that he was not satisfied is a lie. He returned the lyrics that Zong Yuan submitted to him several times before, and he didn't want to tell Zong Yuan bluntly. He hoped that one day Zong Yuan would be able to understand what he wanted to express.

So he is not in a hurry, he has been waiting.

Now that the hundred-year-old iron tree Zong Yuan has finally come to bloom, he finally came to the point.

"Let me assist in singing, but also use my songs, Yuan'er, how much do you pay brother?" Yi Zhou asked him after reading it carefully.

Zong Yuan was also dumbfounded by this question. He had never negotiated prices before, and he didn’t know the market conditions. It’s just that Zheng Huai mentioned that Yizhou is very expensive, and a single endorsement can be worth as much as himself. Brother Zheng didn't say anything specific, and he just took it as a joke at the time.

"Do we still need to talk about money?" Zong Yuan asked back.

Yi Zhou was amused, "My brother also knows how to settle accounts."

Zong Yuan encountered a problem, thought for a while, took out the wallet in his pocket and stuffed it all into Yi Zhou's hands, hesitantly said: "Is it enough, all my cards are here."

Yi Zhou couldn't laugh or cry, he had only heard that Lao Gong handed over his wife's wallet, how could he be so stupid as to hand over all his belongings directly.

Yizhou shook twice, put the wallet on the glass table, and said in a wicked way: "Not enough, you know, the sales of one song of mine..."

Zong Yuan did make some money when he was in Tianyuan, but as far as Yizhou knows, apart from buying a house and a car, most of the rest of his money was donated to medical institutions. Zong Yuan’s father died of illness, and the family’s money was Not enough, delayed treatment and failed to let his father enjoy his old age, this is a thorn in his heart. Later, he entered the entertainment circle and soaked in money, but he did not forget to donate most of his income. He tried to save Several families help others to keep their family members alive.

Zong Yuan has always been like this, no matter how indifferent on the surface, he is always warmly thinking of others, even if the other party is a stranger who has never met.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhou's eyes softened a lot. Under Zong Yuan's disappointed eyes, he bent down and said softly to him, "Why don't you call me brother, and we'll settle the matter of money."

Zong Yuan's face was burning hot, and Yi Zhou's deliberately low voice carried an irresistible temptation, which was even more magnetic in a quiet room. This condition was too friendly for him, but he couldn't say it out loud.

When he was on the bed, he had never been so tired and crooked. After all, he was a big man, and the coquettish repeated words were too intriguing. Zong Yuan licked his lips, wanting to move but a little bit unable to open his mouth.

Knowing that he was thin-skinned, Yi Zhou continued to encourage him, "Just call me once, I've never heard you call me that before."

Zong Yuan opened and closed his lips a few times, but no sound came out, so he had no choice but to discuss: "Farewell, why don't you change to another one?"

Yi Zhou shook his head, he had an unspeakable attachment to the name of his lover, but just thinking about it made him feel extraordinarily beautiful.

"You don't like calling me that?"

Zong Yuan thought about it, but it wasn't that he didn't want to, it was just that he didn't feel used to it, so he gritted his teeth and called out, "Brother!"

Yi Zhou seemed to have been poked into a smile for a moment, and the smile on his face couldn't be taken back, "I thought you would call out shyly, but I never expected that you would say something like that in the next second. I swallow."

Zong Yuan was infected by the other party's smile, and he also laughed on his lap, with a sweet voice, which made Yi Zhou feel dizzy.

He rarely smiles at ordinary times, let alone this kind of clean and crisp laughter, as if back in Zong Yuan's year, when he sat in front of the electronic piano and discussed the songs he created with himself, and talked about the strange sources of inspiration, he also smiled like this .

Zong Yuan seemed unaware of his unusual performance, and was still thinking about the song, "I called you, brother agreed?"

Yi Zhou nodded helplessly, "I can still lie to you, although I'm not very satisfied, just call me a few more times to get used to it, maybe it will be more to my liking."

Zong Yuan got the result he wanted, so he let out a "tss", "I want to hear something nice and let others call it."

The ability to turn faces and deny people is quite skilled, Yi Zhou joked: "Your ruthless attitude, did you forget to assist the singing and ask me to play in person?"

Zong Yuan's face turned a little brighter, and he immediately withdrew his impatient attitude, polite and well-behaved, "I have to trouble my brother for the performance and dancing."

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, this time the barking is much softer, Yi Zhou is very satisfied.