The day when the idol is disqualified, when the superstar rises

Wang Chuan just had a holiday on Christmas Day.

The last holiday before New Year's Day.

He slept until noon again.

It is this kind of blissful sleep that is called winter.

Pick up your phone.

Wang Chuan found out that Ruan Qiushui had sent a WeChat message at ten o'clock, telling him to go down.

"……Just woke up."

Then I looked at Weibo for a while, and found that the photo I took yesterday was changed to the moment of catching a snowball.

The teeth that were bitten together because of the cold were also exposed, looking... quite naive.

"Well, it's okay, come here."

Ruan Qiushui's news came back.

Wang Chuan just crawled out of the bed, took a shower after washing, didn't eat the breakfast left by the lamb, and took the photo of Li Lin in his pocket before going down.

Like Wang Chuan, Ruan Qiushui was dressed in loose home clothes. Today, she tied up her ponytail and smiled when she opened the door and saw Wang Chuan.

"It came pretty fast."

"Not soon..."

Wang Chuan obviously took a shower, and also dried his hair for a while.

Ruan Qiushui raised her head and nodded seriously, not knowing what she understood.

"You sit first."

After letting Wang Chuan in, she gave an order and entered a room.

The refurbished house has completely changed its appearance from last time. The overall style is a fusion of Chinese and Western styles, with a wine-red retro style, which looks generous and elegant.

The piano is still there.

The assistant, Xiao He, was also cooking in the kitchen. When she saw Wang Chuan coming, she came out.

"Didn't eat, let's eat together later, I made steamed shrimp."

"Isn't it inconvenient?"

Wang Chuan is polite.

Of course, it is best to eat with food.

"It's okay, Xiao He cooks too much every time, it's a waste if you can't finish it." Ruan Qiushui came out with a big gift box and handed it to Wang Chuan, "Here, your Christmas present!"

The box is still a little heavy.

"Uh... What kind of Christmas is there in China..."

Wang Chuan was quite surprised. He really didn't expect Ruan Qiushui to bring him a gift when he came back from abroad.

"open to take a look?"

Seeing Wang Chuan's surprise, Ruan Qiushui was also very happy.

Under Ruan Qiushui's expectant gaze, Wang Chuan opened the gift box.

An acoustic guitar, a well-known handmade guitar brand in the United States.

Unsurprisingly, based on the size of the box, it should be a guitar.

"I don't know what style of guitar you like, but I heard that this brand is very good."

Wang Chuan took out the guitar, strummed the strings casually, and played a few times.

The guitar sound is full and grainy.

"Thank you, I like it very much." After Wang Chuan thanked him, he said embarrassedly, "But I am not prepared..."

The photo in his pocket could be used as a gift in return, but Wang Chuan didn't plan to take it as a gift originally.

"It's good if you like it. Your friend's script is really good. After reading it, I feel like the script was written for me. It's really an unexpected gift," Ruan Qiushui explained, and then deliberately used In a very relaxed tone, "This is considered a courtesy."

"That's not a Christmas gift," Wang Chuan said with a smile, "but I can give you a song in return, a new song. You can't hear it anywhere else."

This is the way to cheat when others give musical instruments and you don't prepare in advance.

"Wait until I finish cooking! Sing after dinner, I want to listen too!"

Xiao He, who had been paying attention to the movement in the living room, shouted quickly.

"……Row."

Ruan Qiushui agreed reluctantly, and gave the flowers out after listening to a piano piece last time.

After getting a good script from Wang Chuan, he finally sent the guitar back.

Ruan Qiushui carefully maintained his balance...

If he sings again...

It's not that Ruan Qiushui will take all the favors towards him to heart and find a way to return them. If he refuses, it doesn't matter.

But she likes the piano music and the script very much.

Much more than expected.

Wang Chuan put away the guitar first.

Xiao He's meal isn't ready yet.

After sitting down on the sofa, Wang Chuan took out the photo in a small file bag and handed it to Ruan Qiushui.

"When I rub the money for the meal."

"Ok?"

Ruan Qiushui took out the file bag, and then took out the photos, and he froze there.

Of course she knew who was in the photo, and when she heard what Wang Chuan said when she was in Yunhai last time, she naturally understood that this photo could help her get rid of Li Yunqing completely.

"Sister Lan helped to find it. The girl in the photo is a minor. Li Lin should go to jail."

This kind of thing is actually a lot in the circle of rich people, but obviously Li Yuanqing has no ability to wipe Li Lin's ass completely clean.

Ruan Qiushui, who had been looking at the photo, nodded slightly, and after looking at it for a while, she raised her head and showed Wang Chuan a relieved smile.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ruan Qiushui put away the photos with his head down, and walked back to his bedroom.

When she came out again, she was holding the script "Long Vacation" that Wang Chuan had given her before boarding the plane.

"Your friend's script is very good, only some details are lacking. For example, domestic landlines in the 90s seldom use the message function. Although such details of the era do not affect the quality of the script, it would be better to modify it. I don't know if he would mind. Do you mind if I ask a screenwriter friend to help him revise it, of course the script is still written in his own name. Or he can revise it himself, there is still a month or two to go, and the filming will not start immediately."

Ruan Qiushui rarely talked a lot at once.

"Yes, I agreed for him," Wang Chuan looked at Ruan Qiushui's pretended relaxed smile, "Because I wrote the script."

Ruan Qiushui's smile became unbelievable, her lips parted slightly, and she didn't know what to say.

Question it?

But is it necessary for Wang Chuan to lie?

"I will write some scripts in private. Besides this, I have also written a few different themes, but I feel that this one is more suitable. When I gave it to you last time, I was afraid that if you didn't read it carefully, I would say yes. my friend."

Wang Chuan wasn't looking for an avatar to hide his identity as a screenwriter either.

The song lyrics are so well written, it is not outrageous to be able to write a script.

Besides, Wang Chuan wanted to prove his worth to Shen Lan, so he didn't need to keep it.

Ruan Qiushui slowly put away the surprised expression on his face, trying to make himself smile more normally.

"That's good. I'll ask my friend to start changing the script tomorrow."

Finally, Xiao He said to serve dinner and saved Ruan Qiushui.

Xiao He made four dishes and one soup.

Ruan Qiushui didn't eat a few mouthfuls during the meal, and Xiao He didn't eat much either.

Although Xiao He's cooking skills are very good, Wang Chuan still has a certain amount of pressure to solve all the dishes.

Ruan Qiushui was absent-minded, Xiao He helped peel a shrimp, handed it over, and she stuffed it directly into her mouth.

Then Wang Chuan saw Xiao He beckoning to him.

Wang Chuan tried his best to understand that Xiao He originally wanted to help Ruan Qiushui peel the shrimp...

Wang Chuanquan pretended not to see it and ate his own.

After eating, Ruan Qiushui said that the jet lag was still not adjusted, and he was a little sleepy and wanted to go to bed.

But Xiao He pulled her and told her to listen to Wang Chuan's song before going to sleep.

After speaking, Xiao He gave Wang Chuan another look.

Wang Chuan lived up to Xiao He's expectations this time.

Sitting on the sofa with the guitar in his arms, he looked at Ruan Qiushui's erratic eyes.

"Christmas is about listening to Christmas songs. The name of this song is "Santatellme"."

Santa please tell me.

"Santatellmeif you're really there,

Don't make me fall in love again,

If he won't be here year.

Santatellmeiferallycares,

Cause igive italway,

If hewon't be here year..."

Santa please tell me if you can hear me please don't make me fall in love if he's not with me next year.

Santa please tell me if he really cares because I can't give all my love if we can't be together next year...  

The last thought that Ruan Qiushui can still think of is not that you said that Christmas is celebrated in China...