Chapter 1336: I am a prophet~ (27)
[...Um oh oh oh oh! ]
Looking at the functions of their own systems that were re-operating, Duck Duck was even more excited than Xiang Xing, constantly flapping its wings, flying around under the grape vines.
It is finally no longer a waste duck!
[A Xing! Where did you get that mysterious code! ]
After being excited for a while, Duck Duck flew back to the little guy again, squatting on his arm, looking at her with watery mung bean eyes.
After a pause, it seemed to suddenly remember something. He lifted his wings and patted his head, [Oh yes, the system is restored, our top priority is to confirm the identity of the Ambassador Xiangfu...]
[No need to confirm, I already knew it just now. ]
Xiang Xing raised his hand and stroked the fluff on Gu Gu's body, pursing her pink lips, smiling very sweetly.
With her soft eyes shining brightly, she spoke again, the soft waxy voice seemed to point, [He has already told me. ]
[……he? who? ]
Ya Ya didn't understand all of a sudden.
Wasn't Zuo Yan's future that she had foreseen just now?
How could Zuo Yan know the code of the system? Even if he is the deity of Ambassador Xiangfu, in the small world, he would not be aware of the existence of the system in theory.
Thinking about it, Ya Ya suddenly thought of the abnormal performance of Ambassador Xiangfu in the previous small worlds...
——Don’t come here again, will you?
Ya Ya looked sad for an instant.
It seems that it has to try its best to conceal "that person" again...
...
Early the next morning.
Zuo Yan packed up his things and walked out of the guest room to the lobby on the first floor of the small hotel.
As soon as he got out of the elevator, before he could raise his head, he heard a soft and bright call from the front.
"Brother Zuo Yan."
"..."
The man froze directly under his feet.
It seemed as if he was taken aback for a long time, then he slowly raised his delicate eyes, frowned slightly, and followed the prestige.
I saw a little girl happily lying on the sofa in the lobby lounge area at that time.
Holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, while sucking it, he raised his little arm and waved vigorously at him.
She bit the straw, her pair of cut water apricot pupils were bright and warm, and her smile turned into a beautiful crescent arc, "Good morning, Brother Zuo Yan!"
Zuo Yan blinked his eyes, only then took a moment to relax, and raised his hand slightly: "...Morning."
No, what did she call him?
Although, hearing such a name, he felt an indescribable throbbing in his heart.
but……
But after one night, the change of this little girl's attitude was a bit too sudden.
Despite this thought, the man still didn't control his steps and paced towards Xiang Xing.
Sit down in the space left beside her.
"Whee."
I saw the little guy continue to smile sweetly at him.
At the end, a cup of red bean pudding that had just been poked with a straw was handed to him, "Here, you asked me to drink milk tea last night, this is my gift in return!"
"……what."
Zuo Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, smiled, and reached out to take it.
But my heart suddenly tightened a bit.
It seems that everything just now is still his illusion.
She was still so polite, even thinking about returning him a cup of milk tea.
However.
When the man held the milk tea cup, the little girl's soft and slender hands didn't seem to take it back.
Instead, he took advantage of the situation and quickly changed his hand gesture. The slender fingers that were as tender as onion roots suddenly lightly covered the back of his hand.
Upon seeing this, Zuo Yan froze again in astonishment, and his slender golden-brown eyes slowly opened.
However, she felt that she was tapping her fingertips inadvertently, her face was as if nothing had happened, and she tilted her head at him.
"Will you go directly to the studio to record a song in a while?"
Xiang Xing blinked his watery eyes, his small face was full of earnestness and expectation, "I kind of want to hear the finished song of that song sooner."
"...Is that so."
The man raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly.
Sweeping his gaze, he suddenly fell on the half-tall property that the little guy had placed next to him, his thin lips couldn't help but clicked amusedly, "Don't continue to participate in your ‘website outdoor party’?"
"not going!"
Xiang Xing shook his head without hesitation.
The soft eyes continued to glow, with a serious body, "I just want to listen to your songs!"
"so……"
As she said, she shrank her body slightly, her head drooping, and she scratched the back of her head embarrassedly, "Brother Zuo Yan, maybe I'm a bit cheeky, but if you record a song, I, I can Can't go onlookers..."
"..."
Seeing the inexplicable and naive appearance of the little guy, Zuo Yan was in a daze, but suddenly felt that his heart seemed to be knocked suddenly by something, and his whole body was shocked.
Immediately, without even thinking about it, he turned his head and looked at Aqi who was waiting on the side.
"back office."
"...Good master!"
...
Two hours later.
Xing Mu, who had just received an emergency notice, hurried into his company and rushed to the recording studio.
"...Ayan, why are you recording a song suddenly?"
He leaned on the wall breathlessly, looking at the man in the door who was communicating with the tuning teacher, with a strange expression on his face, "What theme song are you writing? What is the theme? What is your style? Haven't discussed you with me before..."
Before he finished speaking, Xing Mu suddenly broke into a familiar petite figure in the corner of his eyes.
He was dazed for a while, then looked sideways.
He couldn't help but stared in shock, raised his hand and pointed, "Stars?!...Why are you in our company??"
"...Can't I come to play?"
Hearing the sound, the little guy poked his head out of the barrel of the golden arch with a bit of reluctance, squinted his dead fish eyes, and glanced at him coolly, "You don't welcome me, I'll go to Qianqian to complain..."
"Hey! Hey don't!...Why would I not welcome you!"
Hearing Xiang Xing's move out of his female ticket, Xing Mu's expression changed in an instant of 180 degrees, with dog legs on his face and laughing, "Little ancestor, you always eat a golden arched barrel. Is it enough? Why don't you order a bucket for you if it's too young..."
"Well, completely OK!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard the voice of the tuning teacher suddenly coming from the side, and he took the conversation abruptly.
"what?"
Xing Mu was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously blinked his eyes.
...Well, the teacher doesn't seem to be speaking to him.
Instead, he faced Zuo Yan, who was holding the guitar, and patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, "You go first and try to sing, let's listen to the effect... see if we can record it directly today!"
"Ok."
Zuo Yan nodded lightly and got up slowly.
As he walked towards the recording studio, he suddenly paused and glanced back at Xiang Xing.
When he met his gaze, the little guy smiled sweetly and gave him a thumbs-up.