"No need." Cheng Yaoyao shook her head politely, and then changed her expression to a slightly angry tone: "I'm full already!"

Yang Jingxing smiled.

Cheng Yaoyao listened to the song and remembered: "...How old were you in 1993?"

Yang Jingxing was not polite: "How old are you?"

Cheng Yaoyao said: "You are still in kindergarten, and I am in fifth grade...little brat!"

Yang Jingxing doesn't mind. Just smile.

Cheng Yaoyao also laughed: "...what netbsp; 1993, it was an era when a hundred flowers bloomed. There are only a small part on the CD, but Yang Jingxing, a little kid, can tell Cheng Yaoyao, from mainland China, Hong Kong and Taiwan, and even Asia.

international.

Cheng Yaoyao has never summarized the history of music, but she knows most of what Yang Jingxing said, and it seems that they are full of memories, because that is when she was trained in the professional path. There are many past events, and they are also ups and downs.

In her youth...

Yang Jingxing was also unrestrained: "Is there a boy you like?"

Cheng Yaoyao glanced at Yang Jingxing with a plump, I-don't-tell-you expression, continued listening to the song, and then said: "Junior high school, how can I understand."

Yang Jingxing was embarrassed: "I have liked pretty girls since elementary school."

Cheng Yaoyao looked disgusted: "If you don't learn well...have you chased me?"

Yang Jingxing: "I don't dare."

Cheng Yaoyao scorned: "It's a pity, isn't it?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "No."

Cheng Yaoyao was serious: "So, that's not true love."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "It makes sense."

Cheng Yaoyao actually has the attitude of a musician: "I also liked this song at the time, it has such a special harmony... I studied Cantonese for two years, because at that time I went to Guangzhou for exhibitions."

Yang Jingxing was curious: "There are so many styles, just sing a few lines."

The colleague was still so disrespectful, and Cheng Yaoyao rolled her eyes again: "No... I hate you a little. You didn't give me any face when you were in the shed."

Yang Jingxing explained: "I respect your professional attitude."

Cheng Yaoyao held a grudge: "Then you can't be more tactful? On the day of recording "Reluctantly", I was already very tired..."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "But you still did it."

Cheng Yaoyao was a little proud: "I just refused to admit defeat... I didn't learn guitar well and gave up halfway... I really didn't have the time or energy at that time..." She hummed along with the song, and she didn't seem to be tired of it.

After reviewing Yang Jingxing for a while, Cheng Yaoyao sighed. The older generation is indeed qualified to show off. Manager Gan's generation is indeed remarkable and deserves respect: "...you have to work hard."

Yang Jingxing was angry: "If you are the leader of the first echelon, if you don't push yourself, you will be talking about me."

Cheng Yaoyao would laugh at herself: "I am an idol, a vase."

Yang Jingxing smiled.

Cheng Yaoyao was alert: "No?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Well deserved."

Cheng Yaoyao was unhappy again and looked at Yang Jingxing: "Actually, to be honest with you, I kind of hate "Cardamom" and "Sunflower". Do you know why?"

Yang Jingxing asked: "Why?"

"Every performance has to be sung, repeated over and over again." Cheng Yaoyao smiled, as if it was a forced smile, and looked at Yang Jingxing: "You're just kidding, don't be angry."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I understand."

Cheng Yaoyao said: "So I feel happiest and have a sense of accomplishment when I finish recording... I'm a little envious of you because you are always on the road to creation."

Yang Jingxing suggested: "You can also try..."

The two of them really talked about their work while listening to the song. Yang Jingxing felt that even if Cheng Yaoyao could not really be a songwriter, she could try to integrate into the creative atmosphere. He could cite many senior singers as examples. Although they did not write songs themselves, they

They are very knowledgeable about song selection and arrangement...

Of course Cheng Yaoyao understood what Yang Jingxing said, but she was really too busy or couldn't calm down: "...how many days a year do you think I have like today?"

Yang Jingxing really regarded himself as an important figure in Hongxing: "You can make some adjustments..."

Of course Cheng Yaoyao also knew that she must make a scientific, reasonable and relatively secure long-term plan for her artistic life, but this issue cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences, and the time flies so fast that it has already passed five o'clock.

Yang Jingxing asked: "Are you hungry?"

Cheng Yaoyao said: "It's okay, what about you? But I usually eat early, otherwise I won't eat."

Yang Jingxing also understood: "Okay, let's go out."

Cheng Yaoyao was not in a hurry: "After listening to this song...where are you going?" She was also very curious.

Yang Jingxing said: "Huangpu Society, I feel more at ease."

Cheng Yaoyao seemed a little disappointed: "Actually, the things are just ordinary... business-like."

"Don't like it?" Yang Jing was about to say, "Then change it."

Cheng Yaoyao seemed to smile happily: "Where do you usually go with your friends? As long as there is a private room, I will be fully armed."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay...if the company pursues the case, please speak up for me."

Cheng Yaoyao rolled her eyes, and then said: "I will deny you even to death... we are just ordinary friends!" Hehe.

Prepare to ship out, Yang Jingxing closes the equipment.

Cheng Yaoyao was also sensible and put away the tea cup: "Put it outside and they will collect it?"

Yang Jingxing said politely: "I'll do it."
Chapter completed!