The reborn top idol

Chapter 491 Healing

"what happened to you?"

Jin Minghe was drowsy and almost fell asleep, but was always disturbed by the noise of the person turning over opposite him, so his voice had a rustling texture and was not as clear as usual.

Chu Qianmian was about to turn over again, but he dared not move after hearing this, "It's okay, sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" Jin Minghe's voice returned to its sweet voice when she was sober. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

Chu Qianmian found it a little difficult to say.

——It’s all caused by anxiety.

He is very worried that the number of MV views tomorrow will not meet expectations!

Their second team had the largest investment in the MV for this album, took the longest time to shoot, and also used the most special ancient costumes.

He wrote the song and was very confident.

But at this moment I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Afraid that fans won’t like it, afraid of low reviews from the industry, afraid of being blamed by the company…

There are too many worries, all making noise in my mind, how can I sleep?

But he kept silent, not wanting to tell these things to his younger teammates.

After a long while, Jin Minghe got no response, opened his eyes in the darkness, frowned, and turned his head to look at the bed opposite.

The person opposite him definitely hasn't fallen asleep yet.

Even though there was no movement over there, the sound of breathing could reveal a person's situation.

What on earth is making Brother Mian toss and turn and unable to sleep?

After a brief thought, Jin Minghe had a rough idea of ​​the direction of his guess.

He deliberately chuckled and said, "Qianmian, are you worried about tomorrow's MV?"

"XX ah" is the tone that the company boss Bai Chengying likes to use most when talking to his idols.

It expresses the kindness and graciousness of a superior.

At this time, Jin Minghe imitated the character so vividly that Chu Qianmian was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously, I said, "Call me brother!"

"Tsk." Jin Minghe pouted and continued to imitate, "Qianmian, go to sleep quickly."

Chu Qianmian's attention was all shifted to "this guy doesn't call me brother", "Jin, Ming, Ya, are you looking for a fight?"

"Haha, come and hit me~~" Jin Minghe actually made a shameless sound.

Chu Qianmian was shocked!

What’s going on? Is this kid possessed by something?

It was creepy in an instant!

His voice trembled, "You, you..."

The next second, uncontrollable laughter came from the bed opposite.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Jin Minghe laughed so hard that the bed was shaking.

Fortunately, it was just his usual duck-like sound, quack quack quack.

Chu Qianmian felt relieved, but then said angrily, "What are you doing? Go to sleep and leave me alone."

Jin Minghe laughed for a long time before stopping, "Are you worried about the number of hits for tomorrow's MV?"

Chu Qianmian said nothing.

"There's no point in worrying," Jin Minghe said calmly, "It's already been filmed, now we can only wait for the results. No matter what, we have to accept it. It's not like your worry can change the outcome."

This is the truth, but when you worry about things like this, you can't control yourself.

Chu Qianmian was still upset.

Jin Minghe said patiently: "If you really want to think about it, you might as well imagine a good direction. For example, the number of clicks exceeds "Compulsion" or something like that."

Chu Qianmian was shocked, "How, how is this possible!"

He was still clear about how strong the momentum of "Compulsion" was.

Brother Yuan and Brother Yinghao are already top-notch in popularity, and their performances are simply amazing.

He really didn't have the courage to think that he could surpass them.

Jin Minghe smiled and said, "It's not a sin to think about it! Who can open your head and see what you are thinking? If you don't even dare to think about it, then you have lived in vain."

Chu Qianmian was persuaded by him.

Jin Minghe suddenly turned over and sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and suggested excitedly:

“How about I play a singing bowl for you and then give you a guided meditation?”

Chu Qianmian was surprised, "Ah? It's almost twelve o'clock, you don't want to sleep?"

"If you can't sleep, how can I sleep? We share happiness and hardships! I'll bring you the singing bowl!"

"Hmm?" Chu Qianmian looked at him suspiciously, "Why do I feel like you're so excited?"

Jin Minghe chuckled, "Actually, I'm taking a course on meditation and hypnosis recently. Why don't I try it out on you first?"

"I knew it!" Chu Qianmian snorted, watched Jin Minghe put the singing bowl on the cotton pad, and picked up the gavel.

"Qianmian, close your eyes and listen to my guidance."

Jin Minghe sat cross-legged on the bed and gave orders in a serious tone.

Chu Qianmian muttered to himself but lay there obediently.

With a gentle tap of the gavel, the melodious sound of the singing bowl slowly spread out and resonated in the room.

Jin Minghe slowed down his tone and lowered his voice, as if it came from thick fog.

"First, please lie down in the most comfortable position for you, focus your attention completely on my voice, and feel the light in the room..."

"Then, please take a few deep breaths, and relax your body when you exhale..."

Maybe he was really sleepy, or maybe it was due to the guidance of meditation, Chu Qianmian gradually relaxed, his brows relaxed, and he no longer frowned.

With the soothing and healing sounds of the singing bowl, he gradually entered a state of peace and tranquility.

Following Jin Minghe's guidance, he gradually entered a mysterious state, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Jin Minghe kept observing his expression, and only when he felt that he had indeed fallen asleep did he feel relieved and stop knocking the bowl.

I looked at the time and it was almost one o'clock.

He himself was extremely sleepy, so he yawned, put away his singing bowl, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

That night, Chu Qianmian had a beautiful dream.

In his dream, the group performed on the best stage in the world, he became a well-deserved great vocalist, the songs he wrote entered the global hot 100 songs, and he had fans all over the world.

When he woke up, the corners of his mouth were upturned, his brows were relaxed, and his mind was clear.

When he sat up and saw that Jin Minghe opposite him was still asleep, he recalled some details of last night.

He was actually cured by this kid...

Looking at Jin Minghe's peaceful sleeping face, he felt inexplicably complicated.

You are the older brother, but you need your younger brother to comfort you. How embarrassing!

Chu Qianmian pursed her lips, not daring to look at Jin Minghe again, and quickly got up to wash.

At twelve noon, "Farewell Poem" is officially launched!

The long-awaited fans heard the news and came to watch it, and the number of clicks was also very impressive.

As soon as the screen lit up, the song title appeared.

The three words "Farewell Poem" are written in traditional cursive script, boldly and unrestrainedly, combining both rigidity and flexibility.

Fans may not know this yet, but this was written by Jin Minghe himself.

At that time, Director Qin Rui originally wanted to use a computer to create the effect of brush calligraphy, or simply find someone who knows calligraphy to write it.

But Jin Minghe himself had a scene where he was writing calligraphy in the study, so he picked up the brush and dipped it in ink and started writing, which surprised both Director Qin and Chu Qianmian.

"Ming He, do you also know calligraphy?"