The top idol is not a substitute

The next day, the second performance of "Girl's Dream 5" was held.

Since Lin Yi was eliminated, the team has become much more peaceful, and the atmosphere of the game has become stronger.

Every player is practicing hard for his debut.

This time the performance will continue to eliminate half of the people, and then the next performance will be held.

Now the stage is full of chatter from the audience, the contestants are preparing backstage, and the instructors are sitting on the instructor's seat and chatting.

Zhao Na is not only highly qualified, but also has a high emotional intelligence. It is easy to chat with her, and the tutors are very harmonious.

After a while, the director's assistant came over and whispered something in Zhao Na's ear.

Then Zhao Na got up from the instructor's seat and left.

After that, Song Zhi also left the instructor's seat on the grounds of going to the bathroom.

Therefore, Song Xiangsi and Yan Xuan were left at the mentor table.

The instructor's seat they are in now is only the mentor's seat in the backstage, and the audience seat cannot see where they are standing.

When the performance starts, they will sit in the instructor's seat on the stage.

Yan Xuan lowered her eyes, leaned on the seat, and flipped through the notebook in her hand.

She is not only a mentor but also a promoter, and she will take care of the work of the host in every game.

Song Xiangsi sat beside her, his eyes fell on her serious eyebrows.

Several times I wanted to speak but retracted.

Just watched her silently.

Yan Xuan frowned, Song Xiangsi's presence was too strong.

Even a person can respond to being stared at without blinking.

Yan Xuan raised her eyes, glanced at the still dark stage, and turned her face to meet her gaze.

He raised the script in his hand to her: "What? You want to steal the script?"

Song Xiangsi was surprised for a moment, she didn't expect that Yan Xuan would take the initiative to talk to her, and she didn't expect that she would start with such humorous words.

Shaking his head, he said, "I didn't read the script. I was looking at you."

Of course Yan Xuan knew that she was looking at her.

After glancing at her, he asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

Song Xiangsi replied almost instantly: "It looks good."

I see you look good.

Yan Xuan bent her lips and smiled: "Thank you."

Song Xiangsi was in a trance for a moment, she hadn't seen Yan Xuan smile at her for too long.

Not only took the initiative to talk to her, but also smiled at her, and even said to have dinner together last night.

Does it mean that maybe this reunion is not entirely for the purpose of revenge.

Does it mean that there is also a trace of sincerity.

Involuntarily, a gleam of hope rose in Song Xiangsi's heart.

Yan Xuan didn't hear the answer, but she could feel that her gaze was still on her face.

Yan Xuan pursed her lips, feeling that her lips were a bit dry, so she murmured softly, "I seem to be a little thirsty."

Song Xiangsi heard the words and asked, "Do you drink pure water?"

As he spoke, he took out the purified water that Cheng Chen had handed her in the morning from the table in front of him, and handed it to her.

Unopened, bought new.

Yan Xuan looked at the bottle of water she handed in front of her, her eyes lingered on her fingertips for a few seconds, then she reached out and gently took it: "Thank you."

The voice is gentle and the attitude is kind.

Song Xiangsi was in a trance again.

Does this mean that she can talk to her a few more words.

Yan Xuan took a sip of water and swallowed, then glanced at Song Xiangsi.

The latter's eyes fell on her face.

Song Xiangsi called her: "Xiaoxuan..."

This sound is soft and lingering.

Complexity flashed across Yan Xuan's heart.

She knew the fish was hooked.

"What's wrong?" Yan Xuan asked with a smile, resting her chin on her hand and leaning against the table.

Song Xiangsi bent her lips and shook her head: "I want to call you."

In the past six months, there have been very few responses, and most of them were in dreams.

Right now, it's just a dream for her.

Yan Xuan not only responded to her.

Still smiling, no longer indifferent and alienated.

Yan Xuan hummed, looked away, and looked towards the center of the stage, but her hand tightly squeezed the body of the pure water bottle just now, and then slowly released it.

Song Xiangsi lowered her eyes slowly, and the corner of her mouth raised an arc.

It feels good not to be hated.

After the performance ended, Yan Xuan just received a message from Ji Yao, asking her if it was over.

Yan Xuan left the studio and walked outside. When she passed a corner, she saw Song Xiangsi leaning against the wall, staring at the phone in her hand with a tired expression.

Xu Shi heard footsteps, and she looked up from the phone screen.

The moment she saw Yan Xuan, her slightly frowned eyebrows relaxed, and her tired expression became gentle.

"You're here." Song Xiangsi said softly.

The posture leaning against the wall is also correct.

Yan Xuan had a panoramic view of all the changes and nodded.

"You didn't say where to wait, so I'm waiting for you here, should we go separately or together?"

Song Xiangsi is not afraid of paparazzi or internet gossip.

She only cares about Yan Xuan's thoughts.

Yan Xuan looked at her, and could clearly see the expectation and joy in her eyes.

Yan Xuan lowered her eyes and said with a smile, "Let's go together."

"it is good."

What she got was an unexpected answer that made her extremely happy, Song Xiangsi's eyebrows became more gentle, and even the word "good" raised her voice faintly.

This was the choice she made by observing the changes in Song Xiangsi's expression, so she expected that the other party would be happy.

She knew that it was right to make Song Xiangsi happy now.

It will be more uncomfortable if there is a gap.

In this regard, Yan Xuan is very clear.

After all, I had just attended the New Year's Eve party, and I was full of joy looking forward to finishing work early and then going back to the hotel to go home with Song Xiangsi.

But what I got was another truth.

What I saw was her girlfriend at the time meeting her ex-girlfriend behind her back.

The feeling of heaven to hell is nothing more than that.

The two walked to the underground garage of the recording building one after the other.

Yan Xuan touched the car key in her pocket, hung the key between her index fingers and shook it at her, saying, "You can drive."

There is a distance from here to Tianlang Hotel, plus the car can directly reach the garage, there are few pedestrians along the way, and the chance of being photographed can be greatly reduced.

Song Xiangsi stared blankly at the bunch of keys between her fingers, her eyes locked on the key chain above, and there was a light blue antique pendant on it.

It was given to Yan Xuan by her when they were shopping in the downtown area a year ago.

The gifts that are often mentioned between the two are not gifts given on major holidays or birthdays.

But on ordinary days, the gifts given by each other because of each other's company are even more unforgettable.

Seeing that Song Xiangsi didn't answer, Yan Xuan shook the keychain in her hand again, and said, "If you don't talk, I will open it myself."

Song Xiangsi came back to her senses, and quickly said, "I'll drive."

Taking the car key from her hand, he gently stroked the keychain with his fingertips.

Of course Yan Xuan knew what she was thinking.

She dug out the keychain on purpose.

—she still has what I gave her.

Not surprisingly, Song Xiangsi would think so.

Yan Xuan knows Song Xiangsi well enough, as long as she is willing, she can guess what meaning each of her actions will have in Song Xiangsi's eyes.

In fact, Song Xiangsi did exactly what she thought.

At this moment, she had already forgotten Yan Xuan's warning yesterday, and even her contemptuous and mocking eyes.

Although she dare not be arrogant to think that Yan Xuan has forgiven her, but for her, it is still enough to make her happy.

When Song Xiangsi took over the car keys, Yan Xuan got into the car by herself.

Instead of sitting in the back row, she got into the passenger seat.

When Song Xiangsi got into the car, Yan Xuan had already fastened her seat belt.

Then I saw her take out a USB flash drive from the storage cabinet in front of her and plug it into the car stereo.

The music inside slowly started to play.

Song Xiangsi paused with her fingers just after fastening the seat belt, glanced at Yan Xuan, lowered her eyes and said, "Don't you want to cut the song?"

Yan Xuan groaned, wondering: "Isn't this your song? Why did you cut it?"

"Well, then don't cut it." Song Xiangsi raised the corners of her lips slightly and started the car.

At this moment, it seems to have returned to the time when the two fell in love.

From small objects to habits, they seem to have returned to the past.

Along the way, the two chatted occasionally, and they tacitly didn't mention those bad things, they only talked about music and this performance.

Along the way, the corners of Song Xiangsi's lips never flattened.

For her, today is the happiest day in the past six months.

It was the scene she had fantasized about many times in the past six months.

Even, Song Xiangsi slowed down the speed of the car, just to be able to stay with Yan Xuan for a while like this.

Yan Xuan sensed it keenly, but didn't pierce it.

In Song Xiangsi's eyes, she might still be that stupid Yan Xuan, even if she realized something was wrong, she would not believe it.

Yan Xuan withdrew her thoughts and looked out the window, the scenery slowly receding before her eyes.

Finally, the car drove into the underground garage of the hotel.

As early as when Ji Yao asked her if she was off work, she sent it along with the reserved location.

Yan Xuan and Song Xiangsi went upstairs together.

Outside a box on the third floor, Yan Xuan stopped in her tracks.

One step forward is the abyss.

It is true for Song Xiangsi, and it is true for her.

Song Xiangsi followed her and realized something was wrong.

Because when the waiter asked her how many, Yan Xuan answered three, and said that there were friends.

But Yan Xuan didn't tell her who her friend was.

But she obediently did not ask.

Until Yan Xuan pushed open the door of the box, she saw Ji Yao sitting on the dining table.

The previous ease and joy were replaced by loneliness.

"Xuanxuan." Ji Yao glanced at Song Xiangsi, then got up to greet Yan Xuan.

But she was also puzzled, not understanding why Yan Xuan would bring Song Xiangsi who had already broken up with her.

"Yaoyao," Yan Xuan smiled, then found a table and sat down, then said to Song Xiangsi, "Sit down."

Song Xiangsi sat down in response.

Ji Yao was stunned by her address, and it took a few seconds before he came back to his senses.

"Then I'll ask them to serve."

Yan Xuan: "Yes."

During the meal, Ji Yao didn't know if it was on purpose, but he kept recalling what happened in high school with Yan Xuan.

Song Xiangsi listened quietly, didn't say much, and wasn't naive enough to imitate Ji Yao to talk about what happened when they were together before.

At first, she wasn't sure if Yan Xuan would be disgusted.

Secondly... Yan Xuan seemed to miss her high school days very much, she listened carefully the whole time, and when she heard Ji Yao talk about her joy, she would also smile gently with her.

A gentler smile than when he came.

I have been loved by her, so I know what she looks like when she is in love.

When listening to the other party's speech, the eyes are focused, the corners of the lips always have a slight smile, and they will be gentle and occasionally act like a baby.

"No, it's not because of you, it's weird, just after we met, you went to the radio to confess like that, which made me very famous in school during that time."

"Well, it was indeed my fault, but you were already famous by then."

……

Maybe Song Xiangsi should be happy that Yan Xuan didn't completely forget her, but would move the good dish in front of her in front of her in the gap, and then said to her: "Taste it."

The gentleness from far and near made her unpredictable, unable to guess what Yan Xuan wanted to do.

But she was irresistible.