How to spend money [Entertainment]

In order to complete the shooting of v with high quality, Shen Tong has been soaking in the company's practice room during this time, learning from the dance teacher.

But that's not enough. Shen Tong still doesn't understand a lot about Fang Shaoye's new song.

That's why he appeared in the hot pot restaurant with Fang Shaoye.

But the current situation doesn't look like v is being discussed.

"You should see what the fans say about the two of us,"

Fang Shaoye sighed, "I read their comments, I wish I could get married directly with you."

"I'm straight, why are there always people who don't believe me?"

Shen Tong put down her chopsticks and stared at Fang Shaoye's face carefully.

Look at the eyebrows and eyes that almost fly into the sky, there is no trace of distress on this guy's face, okay?

And a person who would say something like seeing him see his legs weak, how straight is he?

"To be honest, you don't seem to be distressed at all." Shen Tong curled her lips and commented.

"What's there to worry about?" Fang Shaoye asked back, "Isn't it enough that I won't bend over because of this?"

"And we are determined, if they are happy, I am also very happy."

"Or are you guilty of firing CP with me?"

Fang Shaoye winked at Shen Tong and asked meaningfully.

Really should let his fans see how this guy looks like a mouse,

Shen Tong was expressionless.

He threw a whole plate of sliced ​​lotus vegetables into the pot, "Eat."

Don't talk, don't want to listen.

Enough joking, and after both of them ate and drank enough, they finally started to have a serious discussion on v's issue.

Shen Tong had a lot of doubts.

He still remembered what Fang Shaoye said at the time that the source of inspiration for the new song was his character, namely Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan is a combination of contradictions.

He is calm, his whole person is like a beautiful song, but he is also bloody and cruel. While killing people like hemp, he can also calmly arrange methods and deal with funeral affairs.

So Shen Tong intuitively felt that this would not be such a sweet story.

It was obviously a tragedy, but Fang Shaoye still wrote the lyrics so touchingly.

It is said that it is his rare lyric style.

In addition to the content of the story which is diametrically opposed to the literal meaning, the lyrics use too many cryptic metaphors, sentence breaks and separations make it more difficult for Shen Tong to understand.

"I've already heard the deo version, but there are still some questions I want to ask you in detail."

Shen Tong took out the notebook she carried with her, and wrote down the lyrics of Fang Shaoye's new song, as well as his general understanding.

The first moment Fang Shaoye saw it, what caught his eye was not the content on it, but Shen Tong's words.

He has seen many people's handwriting, and there are many people around him who deliberately practice handwriting, but only a small part can write the style on the paper in front of him.

At first glance, you will be caught by the edges and corners and the strong character, but you will never notice the crisp strokes after only a second glance.

All the words form a whole, harmonious.

But casual.

If he had to use a metaphor, Fang Shaoye felt like a meadow after the first spring rain. The grass leaves were spread out messily, with crystal water drops and a slight indescribable fragrance.

It is not as good as the calligraphy and paintings carefully crafted by calligraphers, but it has a special taste.

Read and know people.

Shen Tong is indeed a casual, uninhibited and interesting guy.

After a brief daze, he carefully read Shen Tong's notes.

"Here, the first sentence at the beginning"

After a detailed discussion between the two, many of Shen Tong's doubts were resolved.

"Next Monday, my manager and I will go to Fengyu, see you in the practice room then?"

"Okay, see you then."

Today is Tuesday, and there are only six days left until next Monday, and Shen Tong still has a lot of dissatisfaction with her dancing.

time is tight.

So the next few days were spent in the practice room as a matter of course.

He has already mastered everything that the dance teacher can teach him, and he has already mastered the movements of Zhengzhi dance, and the rest is only the movements.

He started to soak in the practice room alone, constantly digging his movements in front of a large mirror,

The uncoordinated parts need to be corrected, the stiff places need to be practiced, and the rhythm of the music must be 100% in sync.

The wall of the practice room was originally a mirror, but it was just a one-way mirror. Shen Tong could not see the outside while staying inside, but people outside could see him clearly.

Before Shen Tong knew it, Lin Chongshan had already stopped outside the practice room countless times.

He almost watched Shen Tong go from stumbling and struggling to complete a dance, to the movements that were both flexible and powerful, with ease.

The location of the practice room is remote, and no one will pass by without instructions. For such a long time, except for Gu Ling, only Lin Chongshan has stopped outside like this.

All of Shen Tong's hard work and sweat, the way he collapsed on the floor panting when he was exhausted, the way he brushed his bangs back as he wiped off the sweat, and the way he smiled when he danced perfectly for the first time .

He seems to be shining.

This caused Lin Chongshan to have a strange illusion,

——The person in front of him is a treasure that was discovered only by him.

He is shining for him.

But Lin Chongshan knew that this was not the case.

The relationship between Shen Tong and him is not even an ordinary friend.

Therefore, even if he really worked so hard for someone, that person would definitely not be him.

This sober cognition made Lin Chongshan feel uncomfortable.

What do you want to do so clearly?

Shen Tong is always an entertainer of Fengyu, who is he working hard for, isn't it all for him, the president, to generate income?

In other words, I was working hard for him.

That's right.

The thought made him feel better.

At this time, Mr. Lin seemed to have completely forgotten that the contract signed by Shen Tong was still drafted by him.

It was clearly written in black and white on the above, the remuneration Shen Tong received, and the commission that needs to be handed over to the company are almost negligible.

Why is Shen Tong generating income for the company?

But it was impossible for Lin Chongshan to think so much.

Or rather, he subconsciously ignored it.

On Sunday night, Lin Zhongshan went outside the practice room as usual.

He didn't know why he came here, he couldn't even find a reasonable reason for himself?

In order to inspect the work of the company's artists?

But he came too frequently, and he didn't even believe this reason.

Most of the time, I come here subconsciously.

When he was distracted by official duties, or when he was physically and mentally exhausted after a day of work, by the time he reacted, he was already standing outside the practice room.

Looking at the swaying figure of the person inside, he could not help but relax.

It's the same now, Lin Chongshan focused on the figure in the practice room,

The lights in the corridor and the footsteps of others gradually faded away from his mind.

I can only see this person in my eyes.

Shen Tong is confirming the final effect.

Tomorrow is the day when Fang Shaoye will come, and he doesn't want to present a work full of flaws.

After continuous uninterrupted high-intensity practice, he panted lightly, sweat dripped from his ears and temples onto his collarbone, and the jacket he put on was already half wet.

Even the lips were moist red because of the mobilized body, Shen Tong kept moving his lips, counting the beat.

As long as he practiced, Lin Chongshan watched outside.

Until he finally saw the satisfactory result, Shen Tong's mind went blank and he collapsed on the floor.

His shirt was completely soaked in sweat, perhaps he had finally achieved his goal, he ignored the translucent wall for the first time, and threw his sweaty shirt to the corner in two or three strokes.

That's cheap for someone standing outside.

Through the glass, Lin Zhongshan sharply noticed some inconspicuous muscles in Shen Tong's lower abdomen.

Obviously, it was just a whole soft belly before.

Lin Chongshan looked up along the muscles of his lower abdomen.

The white and powerful chest was panting up and down, and his eyes quickly moved away before touching Shen Tong's chest.

Lin Chongshan looked a little embarrassed.

It stands to reason that it is normal for boys to go topless, after all, they are not in public.

But for some reason, knowing that only he could see this scene, Lin Chongshan still couldn't restrain his desire to put clothes on Shen Tong.

He didn't want his chest to be so exposed in the air, it seemed to be so.

But why is there such a strange idea?

Lin Chongshan casually replaced the person lying on the ground with a junior in his family who looked like Shen Tong.

There is no such urge.

Will not dare to look at him.

Lin Chongshan outside the door was slightly lost in thought.

After the people inside the door had enough rest, they got up from the ground in an orderly manner, changed their clothes, adjusted their image in front of the mirror, and then twisted the doorknob.

As a result, there were people outside the door.

Shen Tong's footsteps paused.

He kept moving his hands, still lowered his head and locked the door of the practice room, and then pushed it with his hand after locking it.

Then calmly stood in front of Lin Zhongshan.

"Boss Lin? Are you still here at this late hour?"

He personally felt that Lin Chongshan's behavior was a bit like an idiot.

I just don't go home after get off work, and stand outside the single-sided glass and stare at others.

However, the impression of Lin Chongshan in his heart was a bit deep-rooted.

He has always thought that this person is an obedient, filial, kind-hearted and somewhat machismo silent president.

And what does machismo mean in Shen Tong's heart?

——Equal to straight.

Will a man as straight as a steel bar make Shen Xiaotong feel a sense of crisis?

--Nope.

So Shen Tong put aside all the hesitation in his heart indifferently, and greeted Lin Chongshan heartily.

"Mr. Lin is here to inspect the work? I'm serious."

He smiled, and even thought of the reason why Lin Chongshan appeared here for others.

As for Lin Chongshan, what is Lin Chongshan thinking?

He finally came back to his senses, and was mesmerized by Shen Tong's smile again.

What was said on the Internet was true, he thought, when Shen Tong smiled at people without reservation, she really looked like a little angel.

It's a pity that the relationship between him and Shen Tong had been tense before, and it finally eased up with the harmony of the situation, and Shen Tong stayed in the practice room every day without seeing anyone.

So this is actually Lin Chongshan's first time facing Shen Tong's smile.

but

Lin Chongshan felt that the words on the Internet were not all correct.

Just like now, the hair on Shen Tong's forehead was scattered messily by strands of sweat.

Sweat, panting, red eyes, red lips.

He just felt that besides the little angel, there was something else.

It's quite lewd.