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Qing Yuan apartment.

Su Chen explained to Song Xingtong for half an hour, but what they received in return was always a sneer and a blind eye.

Su Chen, whose patience had been worn out, could only throw his trump card and say: "I really want to thank you! "You've helped me before."

Song Xingtong glanced at him, and said: "I've helped you before? Do we know each other? "

"I don't know him!" Su Chen explained: "Although the two of us did not know each other, but you did help me before."

Song Xingtong looked at him as if he was an idiot, and sneered while waiting for him to explain.

"Did you post a Weibo post supporting 'The The Deer and The Cauldron' in the previous paragraph?"

Song Xingtong raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"« The The Deer and The Cauldron » was written by me." Su Chen's words did not stop there.

"What you mean is," Song Xingtong sized Su Chen up and smiled: "You are Mr. Fan Chen?"

"You're smart." Su Chen praised with a smile.

However, Song Xingtong did not say anything. Instead, he stared at him for half a minute, before saying with a face full of contempt: "I now realize that I had wrongly accused you in the beginning — you are not only a stalker freak, you are also a patient in the late stage of arrogant disease!"

"..." Su Chen was stunned for a few seconds. Then, as if he had thought of something, he turned around and left.

"Look, this is the original draft of 'The Deer and The Cauldron' and its follow-up. I've already finished writing it!"

Even though Song Xingtong didn't believe it at all, he was still very curious about the contents of the notebook.

With just a glance, her eyes could no longer leave the computer screen.

This was actually the original script for "The Deer and The Cauldron"!

As if he had discovered a new continent, Song Xingtong's eyes lit up as he looked around.

There were actually 18 chapters later!

At this time, she seemed to have completely forgotten Su Chen's existence, as she eagerly read the following content of《 The Deer and The Cauldron s》.

Five minutes later, Song Xingtong felt that he had just entered a state of meditation, but he was interrupted by Su Chen.

"How is it? Now do you believe that I am a mortal? "

Song Xingtong impatiently waved his hand, signalling for Su Chen to leave and not disturb him.

Su Chen closed his laptop and looked at Song Xingtong: "Now, can we talk properly?"

Song Xingtong took a deep breath and suppressed the discontent in his heart. He glanced at Su Chen and said: "Talk about what?"

"I hope we can solve the misunderstanding."

"You mean the kidnapping of me, or the assault on me?"

"..." Su Chen's face looked slightly awkward, then said with a smile: "I've already explained this to you many times, this really is a misunderstanding."

"Well, I'm sure it's a misunderstanding. Don't worry, I won't call the police for the time being. Give me the notebook."

"Swear!"

"I swear."

Su Chen's face finally revealed a smile, and said: "Then we can discuss about the collaboration later on."

"Cooperate?" Song Xingtong was stunned, "What cooperation?"

"Aren't you going to have a concert? I can be your choir guest, but I am also a singer! "

Song Xingtong looked at Su Chen strangely, and asked: "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Su Chen took out the student identity card that he had and threw it away, "Look, this is me! "I graduated from Hua City Conservatory of Music …"

"Hua City Conservatory of Music? Then who is your mentor? "

"Mu Tiansheng."

"Martial uncle Mu?" Song Xingtong was a little surprised. He moved closer to Su Chen, carefully examined him, and said: "Really?"

"More real than real." Su Chen took out his phone and went into Mu Tiansheng's Moments to find a picture of the two of them.

Song Xingtong took a glance at it, as he looked at Su Chen with a strange expression on his face, and muttered, "Junior Master Mu has a glorious life, why would he receive a disciple like you?"

"What did you say?" By the way, do you know Teacher Mu? "

"According to seniority, he is my martial uncle."

Su Chen was overjoyed, and said: "Junior Sister, then we are a family now!"

"Who's your Junior Sister!" Song Xingtong rolled his eyes at him, but his attitude towards Su Chen had clearly improved a lot, and said: "Don't try to get close to me! I'm not sure if you're faking it yet, but I need to make a phone call. "Right, where's my phone number?"

"It's on the cabinet. I'll get it for you!"

Ten minutes later, Song Xingtong made a few calls and let out a long breath, then said: "Seems like Martial Uncle's eyes have regressed."

Su Chen did not care about the ridicule in her words, and said: "Your phone was ringing earlier, I did not dare to answer. Is your family worried? "

Song Xingtong was completely at ease with Su Chen now, she rolled her eyes and said: "You still have the nerve to say that? "You've caused me so much trouble this time. There's going to be a concert the day after tomorrow, yet I caused so much trouble that I didn't return home last night. Fortunately, I finished the call and reported my safety.

"Thank you for showing mercy, Junior Sister!"

"Don't call me Junior Sister!"

"Yes, Junior Sister!"

"..." Song Xingtong angrily grinded his teeth as he glared at Su Chen. After putting on his overcoat, he immediately jumped onto the ground. As he put on his shoes, he said, "This time, I will let you off on behalf of Martial Uncle Mu!"

"You're leaving?"

"Or what? Could it be that I'm still staying here? " Song Xingtong sneered and said: "Oh right, don't forget to send the next chapter of 'The Deer and The Cauldron' to my mailbox. The mailbox number is 0000 ', hmm, this is considered as an apology."

Seeing that Song Xingtong was about to leave, Su Chen became anxious.

"You can't leave! You haven't agreed to my conditions yet! "

"What condition?"

"Be your chorus guest."

"With just you?" Song Xingtong laughed disdainfully, saying, "Go back and train for another twenty years!"

Su Chen was enraged, he stared at Song Xingtong and said: "You don't believe me?"

"Why should I believe you? "You're crazy!"

Hearing that, Su Chen stared at Song Xingtong for more than ten seconds. He suddenly turned around and took out a guitar from the cabinet at the corner of the wall as if he was performing a trick. I'll give you a song, and you'll invite me to be your guest singer? "

Seeing Su Chen being so serious, a tinge of curiosity appeared in Song Xingtong's heart. He stopped and leaned on the door of the bedroom, both arms hugging each other, and laughed playfully: "That depends on the quality of your performance today.

The corner of Su Chen's mouth raised into a smile, and said: "Don't worry, it's definitely original."

"Then I'll begin?"

"En, you better hurry. I'm in a hurry."

Su Chen slowly closed his eyes and his breathing slowly became regular and steady. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were completely calm.

Under Song Xingtong's increasingly curious gaze, Su Chen lightly stroked his guitar and spoke out at the same time.

"Will you remember tomorrow

The diary you wrote yesterday

Are you still thinking tomorrow

"You, who used to love to cry the most."

Su Chen's voice had a hint of hoarseness in it, as if she had experienced the passage of time.

It was actually a folk song!

And it was a school folk song!

Although Song Xingtong was not good at ballads, he was instantly caught by the beautiful melody from Su Chen's singing. When his eyes lit up, he unconsciously stood up straight.