The top idol is not a substitute

Song Xiangsi hung up the phone, holding the phone tightly.

Song Ye's words were repeated over and over again in his mind.

So she had hurt Yan Xuan when she was young?

Song Xiangsi didn't want to believe this, but she had to admit it.

If they had known each other since childhood, they would feel that Yan Xuan was familiar, or that Lin Yuan's eyes were familiar, as if everything made sense.

She would not want to take Yan Xuan home for no reason.

Must have known something.

Some things gradually became clear.

What did she do.

Song Xiangsi squatted down along the tree, running her fingers between her hair, constantly questioning herself, what did she do.

Cheng Chen ran out of the company building with the documents in his hand.

Seeing Song Xiangsi squatting on the ground, he called her and told her that she could go back after getting the documents.

But Song Xiangsi was unmoved, as if he didn't hear her words at all.

Cheng Chen got closer and was about to repeat it again when Song Xiangsi suddenly stood up and said in a vague voice, "Go to Qiaoshan's house."

Cheng Chen was confused, why did he feel that Song Xiangsi's eyes were red?what happened?

No, wait.

Qiaoshan family?

Can I go in there?

After getting in the car, Cheng Chen wanted to ask several times why he was going to the Qiaoshan family. There were only two families living there, and both of them were either rich or expensive.

But seeing Song Xiangsi keeping her head turned and looking out of the window, Cheng Chen stopped talking again.

It seemed that it was not the time for her to speak.

Song Xiangsi's face also returned to its usual calmness, and the red eye sockets just now seemed to be just her illusion.

In addition to the two people in the work car, there is only one driver.

The air in the car was a bit too quiet, only the sound of the car driving.

Cheng Chen clutched the documents in his hand, and didn't know whether he should report to work aloud.

After all, Song Xiangsi's expression didn't seem to want to listen to the work report at the moment.

"If you hate someone very much, but that person wants you to stop hating her so much, what do you want her to do."

Song Xiangsi's voice was light and ethereal, and she didn't even look at her.Except for the two of them in the car are the drivers, it is impossible to ask someone else.

Cheng Chen thought about her question carefully, and then replied: "From my point of view, I hope she stays away from me. Hello, everyone."

Song Xiangsi lowered her eyes and pulled the corners of her lips.

Yes.

Normal people would think so.

After a while, Cheng Chen came back to his senses and asked cautiously, "Mr. Song, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Could it be related to Yan Xuan?

Cheng Chen felt that he might have gotten into a catastrophe.

However, Song Xiangsi only answered her indifferently: "Look for creative inspiration."

Cheng Chen: "Oh."

In this way, what Jiang Wei said before is true, the reason why Song Xiangsi has a bad appetite is because she is busy creating.

Halfway through the car, Song Xiangsi's phone vibrated.

When she opened it and found that it was Yan Xuan's message, she subconsciously flinched at her fingertips.

After a while, I turned on the phone again and clicked in.

【It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't gotten to know my songwriters well. Although most songwriters have stage names, the relevant contracts are still signed with their real names. 】

Song Xiangsi looked at the text.

The upper part of the screen shows that it is typing, and it should be typing a long text.

Song Xiangsi lightly tapped the phone screen with her fingertips, and sent out a message:

[Let's meet up. 】

[The location will be decided by me. 】

After sending these two pieces of news, Song Xiangsi said to Cheng Chen: "Return to the recording location."

Although Cheng Chen was puzzled, he still told the driver as he was told.

Yan Xuan on the other side looked at the two short sentences on the screen and was puzzled for a moment.

Slowly deletes what has been entered in the input box.

The content is similar to that of Xunmu, let her come out and meet.

Although she was 90.00% sure that Xun Mu was Song Xiangsi, but at this time the other party's words still made her doubt for a moment.

If the opposite is really Song Xiangsi.

Would she say meet so easily?

Yan Xuan: [OK. 】

But I have to say that these two sentences are indeed very similar to Song Xiangsi's style.

Yan Xuan doesn't want Xunmu to be Song Xiangsi.

I'd rather those were just coincidences.

She really didn't know what she would do to Song Xiangsi.

Song Xiangsi didn't go back to Qiaoshan's house, but went directly to the recording location.

Originally, she wanted to go home and find the necklace before going back.

But now, there are more important things.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Xiangsi returned to the recording location.

Other instructors were teaching students in the piano room, and Song Xiangsi rushed to the building.

Zhao Na, who was chatting with other people, saw that Song Xiangsi was a little surprised, and hurried up to meet her.

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here, we just talked about you, just say you are here."

Song Xiangsi knew that "we" definitely did not include Yan Xuan.

She looked at Yan Xuan's position, but the other party didn't look away like before, but greeted her directly.

It was a little cold and looked at him with some unknown meaning.

This time it was Song Xiangsi who looked away first.

Amidst the crowd of students, Song Xiangsi sat down in front of the piano and played a selection of this group of students for them.

Even though he was restless for a moment, he had returned to his usual appearance when he sat in front of the piano.

Clear and cold, unattainable.

"Ms. Song is also amazing when she plays the piano, like a goddess."

"That's right, that's right, I think that too, and every time I sing on stage, she's just like a heavenly girl, with radiance all over her body, and she can only be seen from a distance."

Yan Xuan sat aside, dragging her chin with her hand, staring at Song Xiangsi without blinking.

Listening to the praise of the students.

Yan Xuan already knew that Song Xiangsi had her own light when she played the piano.

As for the goddess?

Yan Xuan pursed her lips and smiled ironically. She really wanted to try what it felt like to be prostrate on the ground.

After one song, Song Xiangsi let go of the last key, and met Yan Xuan's gaze.

There were many emotions in it that she didn't understand.

It is no longer hate or disgust, but a kind of scrutiny.

As if planning something.

Song Xiangsi felt ashamed and didn't dare to meet her eyes.

After talking with the students, it was almost dinner time.

During this time, Yan Xuan ate meals with Zhao Na.

As a senior, Zhao Na really understood, she would not mention Song Xiangsi in front of her inappropriately, let alone try to match them up or make fun of them.

I don't care about this matter, and I won't pull the two together at the same time.

When I asked her out, I wouldn't ask Song Xiangsi, and when I was with Song Xiangsi, I wouldn't ask her out either.

After having dinner with Zhao Na, Yan Xuan went back to the mentor's dormitory.

Zhao Na is on the sixth floor, which is different from hers.

So when the elevator reached the fifth floor, Yan Xuan and Zhao Na got off the elevator after chatting for a few words.

As soon as he lowered his head and took out the room card from his bag, and opened the door, he heard——

"Yan Xuan."

Normally, Yan Xuan would have walked in the door without paying attention, but it is different now.

It was Song Xiangsi who bumped into her again and again, and what happened after that had nothing to do with her.

Yan Xuan turned around slowly, looked at her, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Song Xiangsi was taken aback for a moment, she thought Yan Xuan would ignore her at all like before.

But I didn't expect Yan Xuan to respond, and even asked her something.

"Well, something is up." Song Xiangsi replied.

The door has been opened, Yan Xuan stood in front of the door, took back the room card and put it in the bag.

Yuan Yuan came over when she heard the sound, and when she saw the situation, she quickly grabbed Yan Xuan's sleeve, trying to pull her into the room.

However, Yan Xuan did not move.

Yuan Yuan asked Song Xiangsi again: "What do you want to do?"

It's definitely not a good thing to suddenly block the door.

Yan Xuan didn't speak, just looked at her with folded arms, waiting for her answer.

Song Xiangsi raised her eyes, her eyes fell on Yan Xuan's face, she bent her lips reluctantly, and said, "Can we talk alone?"

Before Yan Xuan could speak, Yuan Yuan refused to agree, and said, "No, no."

Yan Xuan remained silent, she wanted to see what Song Xiangsi wanted to say.

Song Xiangsi moved her throat and said frankly, "I have an appointment with you at one o'clock in the afternoon."

Yan Xuan loosened her hands, and a sarcastic smile rose from the corner of her lips: "Xunmu?"

Song Xiangsi lowered her eyes: "I am."

Yuan Yuan on the side covered her mouth, unable to believe what she heard.

Yan Xuan has always known about the recording of the new album, and she also knows that this new album is fully responsible for a very powerful songwriter, named Xunmu.

Who will tell her how Xunmu became Song Xiangsi?

"Yuan Yuan." Yuan Yuan's thoughts were interrupted by Yan Xuan's voice, and she just raised her head and heard Yan Xuan say, "You go to dinner first."

Yuan Yuan wanted to say that she just had dinner, but after meeting Yan Xuan's gaze, Yuan Yuan couldn't speak again.

This was obviously distracting her.

"Then, sister, be careful." After speaking, he glanced at Song Xiangsi, as if warning her not to act recklessly.

Then Yuan Yuan walked slowly towards the elevator entrance.

"Come in." Yan Xuan said lightly.

"Ah."

After the two entered, Yuan Yuan immediately changed direction and returned to the door, laying her head on the door, trying to hear what was going on inside, but fortunately Yan Xuan rushed in when she needed it.

It's a pity that the sound insulation is so good that I can't hear anything clearly.

Yuan Yuan scratched her hair, not understanding how Yan Xuan, who hated Song Xiangsi so much, would let her in.

After entering the door, Yan Xuan sat on the sofa, leaning against the sofa, and then looked at Song Xiangsi who was following behind.

"what you want to say?"

Song Xiangsi didn't sit down, but stood there.

Compared to Yan Xuan's ease, Song Xiangsi seemed very restrained.

Song Xiangsi's lips were a little dry, she opened her mouth, and said what Yan Xuan was tired of hearing, but she still wanted to say:

"sorry."

Yan Xuan suddenly chuckled, and looked at her amusedly: "These three words of yours are worthless to me."

Song Xiangsi was silent, even though she knew Yan Xuan would not believe it, she still explained.

From the beginning to the end, she also said that she just wanted to write an album to her original intention.

However, Yan Xuan just asked lightly after listening, "So, should I thank you?"

"Or should we praise you for being so talented and standing out from so many works?"

Song Xiangsi: "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Well, so, what do you want to do when you ask me to meet?" Yan Xuan poured herself a cup of tea and said slowly.

Song Xiangsi lowered her eyes and looked at her: "Frankly."

Yan Xuan: "Oh."

"I thought you were here to apologize."

Yan Xuan took a sip of her tea and smiled slightly.

Song Xiangsi pursed her lips, Yan Xuan's casualness made her unclear what the other party was thinking.

Or, she doesn't want to find out now, but just wants to confess to her that she didn't intend to lie to her.

"I'm sorry." There were thousands of words, but this was the only sentence Song Xiangsi could think of.

Half a year ago, she could have many, many things to say to Yan Xuan, and she could hope that her heart would soften or she would think of the good old days.

But now, apart from being sorry, she can't think of any way to save her.

It is a good thing for her to reduce the slightest disgust in her eyes.

Yan Xuan put down her teacup, looked at her, and bent her lips: "Apologizing should look like an apology, Song Xiangsi."

The tone of the voice was too gentle, causing Song Xiangsi to be in a trance for a moment.

"Gu You apologized, what about you?" Yan Xuan still looked at her with a smile.

Song Xiangsi: "Pleading guilty?"

Yan Xuan smiled: "Who will take the blame now."

The atmosphere when the two chatted was too peaceful, as if they were discussing today's weather.

Yan Xuan raised her eyes and looked at her with a smile all over her face, "How can the person who apologized raise his head higher than the person who accepted the apology?"

Song Xiangsi was stunned for a moment, and vaguely understood what she meant.

The next moment I heard her say——

"Kneel next, Song Xiangsi."

Yan Xuan was lazily leaning on the sofa, with a gentle smile on her lips.

What I just said didn't seem to come from her mouth.

A few seconds passed.

Yan Xuan knew how proud Song Xiangsi was.

kneel?

Isn't this just stepping on her self-esteem?

I'm sorry three words are much easier than kneeling.

Yan Xuan had long believed that Song Xiangsi would not kneel.

Dignity is more important than anything else in her heart.

After speaking, Yan Xuan got up and was about to go out, not wanting to pay any attention to her.

After this time, Song Xiangsi should also understand.

Hypocritical people only talk about it.

to reality...

Before she could finish her thoughts, Yan Xuan, who had just turned around, heard a sound behind her, and shrank her fingertips.

There was a gentle apology behind him: "I apologize for all the things I did in the past that hurt you, I'm sorry."

Yan Xuan turned around slowly, looked at her, and didn't speak for a long time.

The celestial maidens will also prostrate themselves on the ground in humility.

Like this, apologise.

"Please, don't be sad because of what I did. It's all my fault. It's because I don't know how to cherish and my intentions are wrong. You can punish me however you want."

Song Xiangsi raised her head and looked at her.

Yan Xuan looked at her condescendingly.

After a while, he suddenly laughed.

Getting closer to her, he bent over, put his index finger on her chin, and smiled contemptuously.

"Song Xiangsi, what do you want to do?"

Song Xiangsi was forced to look at her with his chin raised.

Yan Xuan's eyes were very cold, so indifferent that she didn't want to meet her eyes.

But Yan Xuan squeezed her chin tightly, forcing her to raise her eyes.

She had never seen Yan Xuan like this before.

Too domineering and indifferent.

"I used to think, please forgive me, and get back together." Song Xiangsi paused.

"For getting back together," Yan Xuan chuckled, "Yes."

Song Xiangsi stared at her suddenly, her heartbeat seemed to stop at that moment, and she asked stupidly, "What did you say?"

Yan Xuan restrained her smile and exerted some force with her fingertips, her chin was already a little red.He looked directly at her, still with contempt in his eyes: "Get back together with me, be my dog, a well-behaved and obedient dog who is loyal to the owner."

"Of course, it's just a dog."

The surprise just now receded slightly, and she realized that Yan Xuan was humiliating her.

Whether it was the kneeling just now, or the current words.

It's not about forgiveness, it's not about getting back together.

but humiliation.

trample on her self-esteem.

Just when Yan Xuan let go of her chin and was about to wipe her hands, she heard Song Xiangsi's gentle reply.

"it is good."