exploded

After singing along twice and realizing how difficult this song really is, Bo Yijian quickly recognized the situation and realized that this song cannot be handled by himself alone. a professional.Considering that the filming is about to start, a film music production team is bound to be needed. It is better to hit the day than to choose a day, and it is best to solve it together today.

Bo Yijian simply went through the check-out procedure of the hotel, went out, first found a friend in this field, and studied with him several production teams recommended by him. After learning about the films they participated in one by one, Bo Yijian Gradually delineated his favorite team.

Then, he came to the other party's office and met with the person.

The producer was short and fat, with an unremarkable appearance. In his office, the four walls were covered with scores, one next to the other, one pile after another, and the walls were completely squeezed out.

When Bo Yijian came in, the other party was looking at the score wall.

He watched for 2 minutes, tore one sheet, watched for another 2 minutes, and tore another sheet.

These papers were all piled up at his feet to form a rug, and he didn't notice that Yijian who was standing behind him coughed softly.

The producer woke up startled, looked back, and quickly said, "Mr. Bo, my surname is Deng, Deng Hui."

The two shook hands.

Bo Yijian started directly: "It's like this. I need to practice my pronunciation recently, but the time is relatively tight, so I want to hire a better vocal teacher to teach me for two days and help me practice my pronunciation."

Deng Hui was taken aback: "...Didn't you come to me to discuss film cooperation?"

Bo Yijian accidentally said something wrong, and he quickly turned back: "Uh, yes, let's talk about cooperation."

Deng Hui was relieved: "What kind of movie do you plan to make?"

Bo Yijian: "A film about journalists."

Deng Hui pondered: "As for journalists, my first association is to do everything possible to report the truth."

Bo Yijian accepted the words happily: "This is the bounden duty of a reporter, and the journalist himself is still a person living in the society. He wants to retire, buy a house, and get married. When there is a conflict between the maintenance of the bounden duty and a peaceful life, , an ordinary person, what choice should he make? To maintain his normal life, or to go all out and tell the public the truth they need to know?"

Deng Hui made the decision: "I understand what you think, if the schedule doesn't hit, I'll take it."

Bo Yijian stretched out his hand: "It's a pleasant cooperation. Send me the contract later, and I'll let professionals look at it."

Deng Hui was also deeply satisfied with this short and efficient conversation: "No problem."

Bo Yijian took the opportunity and said: "The business is done, let's talk about other things."

Deng Hui: "What else?"

Bo Yijian repeated the old saying: "It's like this. I need to practice my pronunciation recently, but the time is relatively tight, so I want to hire a better vocal teacher to teach me for two days and help me practice my pronunciation..."

Deng Hui: "Of course, there is no problem. The vocal teachers in my studio are very good."

Bo Yijian: "But my level may not be that great."

After the important things were finished, Deng Hui couldn't help but return his gaze to the wall of the music score: "To what extent does Teacher Bo want to practice?"

Bo Yijian gave an example of Yu Shengwei's song: "If you can sing "We Have Met" at your level, then it should be about the same."

Deng Hui revealed another sheet of music. He was about to tear it up when he suddenly remembered Bo Yijian and turned around and asked, "Does Teacher Bo mind?"

Bo Yijian: "I don't mind, you continue."

He longed for the other party's attention to be diverted.

Deng Hui tore up the music score and continued: "This song is a bit difficult, how many days does Teacher Bo plan to practice?"

Bo Yijian: "About two days." He added emphatically, "It's similar to this level of difficulty. I'm just practicing with this piece."

Deng Hui: "Is the meeting going to be in two days?"

Bo Yijian: "Well, almost."

Deng Hui: "If you say it yourself, it's unlikely. This song is difficult."

Bo Yijian: "..."

Deng Hui: "There is only one way."

Bo Yijian: "What way?"

Deng Hui: "Find someone to sing with you, you're just pretending to be fake."

Bo Yijian: "..."

Bo Yijian's knees were full of arrows.

He smiled firmly: "...then try it like this."

Deng Hui: "Is there anything else?"

Bo Yijian: "Not anymore."

Deng Hui sent Bo Yijian out, and when he was leaving, he couldn't help muttering: "Why do I feel that the main purpose of your coming to me is not to talk about film cooperation, but to find a vocal teacher..."

Bo Yijian kept smiling and wiped his sweat secretly.

Are all musicians so sensitive?

***

The entanglement in life can be roughly divided into two categories.

Too fast to say yes, too slow to say no.

For what he promised, Bo Yijian went out early and returned late. Apart from eating and sleeping, he just practiced singing, and only slept in the recording studio. After practicing for too long, he was a little dazed.

It is 10:30 at night.

Half an hour ago, Bo Yijian had just returned to the new hotel and saw Yu Shengwei lying on his bed reading a book.

The only thing that can keep me going is you.

Bo Yijian thought gratifiedly, stepped forward and kissed Yu Sheng slightly: "When did you come back?"

Yu Shengwei: "At around seven o'clock in the evening."

Bo Yijian: "Why don't you call me?"

Yu Shengwei: "Well... because I think Brother Yijian has something to do, so I didn't bother you." He seemed to mention casually, "Brother Yijian, what have you been up to these two days?"

What else can I do.

Of course I'm busy with your little friend's affairs.

Bo Yijian thought to himself, and said, "Since some work matters have come, I'll deal with them while I have time."

Yu Shengwei: "Brother Yijian..."

When he said this, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and put his finger on Yijian's thin lips.

Fingers with human body temperature stick to lips, bringing a touch like flames.

Bo Yijian's heart skipped a beat, and his spirit flickered.

He looked at Yu Shengwei, and almost felt that the other party was going to say that..."You lied" the next moment.

But the next moment, Yu Shengwei rubbed Yijian's thin lips with his fingers, and frowned: "Brother Yijian, your lips are dry and cracked. I'll go get you a glass of water, drink water, and moisten your throat." .”

Bo Yijian: "Um...OK, thank you."

Yu Shengwei patted the bed again: "Go to bed and rest first."

Bo Yijian: "Okay."

He climbed onto the bed, lay on the bed, clasped his hands on his lower abdomen, and watched Yu Shengwei go all the way. He wanted to wait, but as soon as he touched the bed, he couldn't help but yawned and yawned again. yawn... and then slowly, closed his eyes.

He fell asleep with sleepiness.

The moment he fell asleep, colorful dreams attacked him.

Bo Yijian stood on the stage, surrounded by bright lights and cheers everywhere, he sang a duet with Yu Shengwei passionately, before singing a few words, suddenly, a banana peel was thrown on the stage.

Someone roared: "What are you singing, it's out of tune!"

Then, countless banana peels were thrown onto the stage.

The cheers turned into roars: "Out of tune, out of tune, get down!"

Bo Yijian was a little at a loss. He looked at Yu Shengwei and saw a lot of worry hidden on his face. He said, "Brother Yijian, what are you singing..."

Bo Yijian became more anxious. He tried his best to sing, but there were still many, many noises around him.

Yu Shengwei was also shouting: "Brother Yijian, Brother Yijian...Brother Yijian!"

Bo Yijian woke up with a start.

The moment he woke up, he still didn't know what Jinxi was and He Xi, so he subconsciously said, "Sing..."

Yu Shengwei was very worried: "What singing? Brother Yijian, you have been talking just now, what's wrong, did you have a nightmare?"

Bo Yijian shook his head, looked around, and found that he was still in the hotel, Yu Shengwei standing in front of him was also wearing pajamas, very casual.

He took the cup in Yu Shengwei's hand, took a sip of water, suppressed his shock: "What did I just say?"

Yu Shengwei: "It seems to be a few sounds," he tried to pronounce, "It's probably like this."

Oops.

Accidentally sang the beginning of "Meet Me Already".

Xiao Yu will ask later, how should I reply...

Bo Yijian was worried about himself, and he really listened to Yu Shengwei's words.

Yu Shengwei: "This seems like a song."

Bo Yijian hurriedly said, "It's actually a coincidence..."

Yu Shengwei asked again: "What song is this? I don't think I've heard it before."

Bo Yijian: "..."

The author has something to say: Bo Yingdi, the heart is cold and cold.