I don't want to live again

Chapter 63 063 Shen Wei
This Jiangzhou noodle restaurant has been in Donghai for some years, and there are not many customers.

Song Qingcheng and Shen Danchen were sitting face to face. He was wearing a black shirt and a pair of loose slacks, giving him a more artistic temperament.

After ordering four bowls of noodles in total, Shen Danchen looked at Song Qingcheng's thin figure and looked surprised: "You eat three bowls by yourself?"

"I have a big appetite." Song Qingcheng smiled.

The boss is an uncle in his 40s, very polite: "No need, extra noodles are free, you can eat whatever you want."

"Uncle, can I add three bowls of noodles?" Song Qingcheng glanced at the boss.

The boss nodded: "Success! Our store's reputation is here, and it won't count just because you eat a lot."

"Thank you uncle, let's add three more toppings. You can't eat noodles without toppings."

Song Qingcheng responded, and the uncle cheerfully turned around to cook the noodles.

The noodles were cooked quickly, the uncle brought out the noodles and said cheerfully, "You two are a perfect match."

"Huh?" Shen Danchen raised his head with a surprised face, and when he was about to speak, Song Qingcheng smiled: "Uncle has good eyes, I think so too."

The uncle smiled triumphantly: "Your girlfriend is very beautiful, like a star, and you are also very handsome. Speaking of which, I have never seen such a beautiful person like you in my shop."

"Thank you uncle." Song Qingcheng said softly.

The uncle asked: "From your accent, you don't look like someone from Jiangnan. Why do you like Jiangzhou noodles?"

"My girlfriend is from Jiangzhou." Song Qingcheng said softly.

Under the table, Shen Danchen raised his foot and stepped on his foot, quite forcefully, the corner of Song Qingcheng's mouth twitched, but he held back.

Shen Danchen curled the corners of his mouth and smiled smugly. The uncle chatted with her a few words in Jiangzhou dialect, which was very soft and pleasant to listen to.

Song Qingcheng could understand the Donghai dialect, but he couldn't understand the Jiangzhou dialect, so he could only get a general idea, so he just bowed his head and ate the noodles.

The taste of the mutton was not bad, it had a special flavor, it was different from the mutton over there in the mountains and rivers. After the two chatted for a while, he had already finished a bowl of noodles.

Only then did the uncle praise him: "Your boyfriend is really amazing. A man who can eat is usually a good man, so you must cherish it."

Seeing the uncle leave, Shen Danchen glared at him: "From now on, don't talk nonsense outside, don't be big or small, I'm your teacher, not your girlfriend!
Also, I am very angry now, you have to sing me a new song, otherwise I will find fault with you every day and keep staring at you! "

"Do you want to do this?" Song Qingcheng glanced at her, then spread his hands: "I can apologize to you."

Shen Danchen shook his head, with a cold face: "No! The damage has already been done, what's the use of apologizing?"

"Okay, let me think about it and sing a song for you." Song Qingcheng nodded.

Only then did Shen Danchen laugh, and slowly ate the noodles.

After finishing the noodles, she still had half a bowl left, Song Qingcheng asked: "You don't want to eat, do you?"

"I can't eat anymore, my appetite has never been big." Shen Danchen nodded.

Song Qingcheng directly brought it over and started eating, Shen Danchen was startled, her face turned red, no one had ever eaten her leftovers, this was the first time.

"You don't dislike me, there's my saliva in it!" Shen Danchen kicked him, but there was a faint throbbing in his heart.

She has a very quiet temperament, which can be seen at ordinary times, but she is not the kind of woman who really does not eat the fireworks of the world, and has a bit of a worldly smell, so she is very popular, but she is cold-tempered and rarely has ups and downs.

In front of Song Qingcheng, her mood fluctuated greatly, which is extremely rare.

Song Qingcheng didn't raise his head, and said softly: "It's shameful to waste! I don't dislike it. Is your saliva poisonous? If it's not poisonous, you can eat it. Anyway, we are boyfriend and girlfriend now."

"Hurry up and eat! Go record the song after eating, you said you would sing for me!" Shen Danchen glared at him.

Song Qingcheng bowed his head, and said while eating noodles: "You are serious, blood-sucking capitalists are not as good at squeezing people as you are, my throat is about to smoke."

Shen Danchen chuckled, then felt that it was not appropriate, glanced at him with a straight face, and kicked him lightly with the foot under the table.

"Have you eaten well? After eating well, work hard. I'm a capitalist anyway." Shen Danchen said in a daze.

Song Qingcheng also drank the noodle soup, Shen Danchen's face turned redder, the rim of the bowl he was holding seemed to be where she had been.

Putting down the bowl, Song Qingcheng settled the bill, then got up, followed her back to the recording studio.

He first wrote the song, then played the guitar and drank it.

"Every time, I am strong in wandering and lonely. Every time, even if I am very hurt, I don't shed tears. I know that I have always had a pair of invisible wings, which take me to fly, and fly through despair...

I finally see all my dreams blooming, chasing young people, singing so loudly, I finally soar, staring with my heart and not being afraid, flying as far as there is wind..."

The person in charge of the recording studio was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he gave Song Qingcheng a thumbs up, then wrote the arrangement, and started recording the song again.

It took about an hour to record this song, and it was finally finished.

During the whole process, Shen Danchen has been staring at Song Qingcheng, with curiosity and admiration in his eyes.

"Brother, you are so talented. Really, although your skills are not very good, your voice is good and very emotional. You are not as rough as a young man. You are a natural singer."

The person in charge of the recording studio stretched out his hand and patted Song Qingcheng's shoulder, but Shen Danchen frowned, and said loudly from the side: "The generation is messed up, this is my student."

"It's just a student, and it's not a relative, where's the generation?" The person in charge raised his eyebrows, and then changed the subject: "Brother, my name is Shen Wei, come to me if you have any good songs, and I'll record them for you for free. "

Surname Shen?Song Qingcheng took a look at him, he had pigtails, a fair face and no beard, he looked very refined, a little shorter than Song Qingcheng, he looked a little like Shen Danchen, so he should really be a relative.

"Thank you, Brother Shen." Song Qingcheng cupped his fists.

Shen Wei laughed, very happy, and then raised his voice: "Brother, what musical instrument can you play? I'll give you one... violin, flute, saxophone, and erhu."

"No need, Brother Shen, as long as you have a guitar." Song Qingcheng shook his head.

On the one side, Shen Danchen's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he kept staring at Shen Wei. Song Qingcheng gave him a few winks, but he didn't care.

"Don't, just give it away as soon as you say it. It's rare to meet someone interesting. How about a violin? Boys are very handsome playing violins. This violin is very good and very easy to use. You can try it."

Shen Wei was very familiar with himself, so he directly took a violin and handed it to Song Qingcheng.

He took it, tested the sound, and slowly pulled it up, and what he pulled was "Invisible Wings", Shen Danchen and Shen Wei were startled again.

To be honest, his level is not too high, but it is not bad, at least much better than the average person.

　thank you all!Call again, why will the collection be lost?
　　Can you make it to the shelves, everyone still has to help read it, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)