Mr. Qi's Observation Diary [Entertainment]

The human brain is like a precision instrument, and the memory is part of the storage system. When the owner suffers a huge shock unexpectedly, there is a certain chance that the automatic protection system will be triggered, and the important things will be hidden in the deepest part, only sometimes If it is too deep, you may even forget where it is hidden in the end.

Jiang Yu didn't know when he would be able to recover his memory. Although this notebook recorded his past, but looking at it a little bit at this moment, it seemed that he couldn't see why. Even if he told himself that this was his past, he couldn't completely substitute.Instead, there is a feeling that I am watching other people's past.

However, under normal circumstances, when people grow up, their memories of past childhood are often not very deep. Unless it is something that is really impressive and hard to forget, otherwise it is generally abandoned on the road called the past as time goes by. Only when it is mentioned by outsiders, or with the help of external force, will it turn around to search for these fragmented memory fragments, and say a word—it seems to be.

So even if you don't lose your memory, it's not difficult to understand that you don't have a lot of familiarity.

After comforting himself, he relaxed and continued to read.

The lock style on the notebook is not old, even though its design is retro style, but the silver surface looks smooth, all in all, it is definitely younger than the notebook.From this, I can be sure that this thing should be specially ordered and purchased by myself in order to lock the notebook later.

However, hiding a diary is not difficult to understand, but it is more difficult to understand so much effort to buy a heavy lock and even put it in a grid in a hidden corner.

Keeping a diary is a very boring thing. Most people travel through the busy streets every day, working hard for money and living day after day. Whether they are students or social people, no matter where they are, their lives are almost the same. line.

Although the daily life of an artist is much richer than that of ordinary people, in the final analysis, he still cannot escape this inherent law, eating, sleeping and running to work, or eating, sleeping and filming in the crew.

So it is really hard for Jiang Yu to believe that he can really write a diary with his own temperament?In other words, judging by his current state of amnesia, it is even more difficult for him to believe that he would have the idea of ​​writing a diary.

As a result, when he was flipping through the diary, he found that the middle suddenly jumped from 12 years ago to four years ago, and he still had a feeling that it was true.

He felt that it must have been during the eight years in the middle that he finally couldn't bear to record the boring day after day, so he left the notebook and went away. After he received Fan Shaoshu's urging, he closed the notebook and prepared to write it down. Re-locked, and unexpectedly looked down, and found that the middle of the closed book seemed to be missing a part.

However, Chen Cheng's phone call came in again, so he could only give up for the time being and put back the unfinished diary.

It's winter now, there are scattered snowflakes on the street, and the sun can't be seen in the sky just after noon. It is hidden behind the thick dark clouds, like a cave carefully hidden by a dragon, blocking the inside Glittering gold.

On this cold working day, there are not many passers-by on the sidewalk, and the glass windows of the passing cars are firmly closed, without any gaps, for fear that the cold air outside will get in through the gaps , Blow through the heart to cool down.

However, Jiang Yu, whose windows were closed more tightly than anyone else in the past, suddenly dropped the car window abnormally, about three or four centimeters. The compartment fills with its own temperature.

Chen Cheng, who was driving in front, was shuddered by the blow. He thought it was Jiang Yu who accidentally opened the window, and quickly pulled it up again. Unexpectedly, he just closed his front foot, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he sighed in his heart. Jiang Yu opened the window again as if against it.

"It's a bit hot, so I'll turn it down." Jiang Yu explained, and when Chen Cheng tried to speak, he added: "Don't turn off the heat, I just want to blow cold air on my face."

Chen Cheng: "..." Turning on the heater in winter to blow air on your face, what's wrong!

Jiang Yu didn't know what was wrong with him, he was thinking about the part of the blank before he left. Generally speaking, the notebook is blank because someone can tear it off later. Could it be that he has torn it?

I blew the wind all the way full of doubts, and when I got off the car, my whole face was blown dry, and my red lips were rarely purple, my face was slightly pale, and my expression was frozen. When I saw Fan Shaoshu, I was stunned. Don't move the corners of your mouth.

"You two are as cold as if you just came out of the ice cellar." Fan Shaoshu said casually. Just as Chen Cheng was about to answer, a burst of itching spread deep in his nasal cavity. Scratching his heart and lungs was like being tortured. He held back Hold back, finally let out a terrifying sneeze for him.

He rubbed his nose, and then he heard Jiang Yu sit down on the chair and say, "The heater in the car is broken, it's freezing."

Chen Cheng: "..."

Fan Shaoshu thought that the heater was really broken, so he frowned and asked Chen Cheng to drive quickly to fix it. It would be fatal to go out without a heater today, not to mention that the weather forecast said that there would be a heavy snowfall in two days, the most important thing for a star is His own body, not to mention that if Jiang Yu catches a cold, what he will say next will be a little troublesome.

"When did you write the song you sang on the show last time?" Fan Shaoshu asked.

Jiang Yu shook his head blankly. Fan Shaoshu was a little surprised. Just when he was wondering if he was really editing on the spot, he heard Jiang Yu say: "I found the waste manuscript I wrote at home. I don't know how long it was. .”

Fan Shaoshu withdrew his surprise and said, "Although this song doesn't have lyrics, the section you're humming is getting a good response. Your last album was released early last year. It's time to consider releasing a new album."

After all, Jiang Yu was originally born in a singing talent show. Although he is positioned as an idol star, he still has the title of a singer, and he can't forget about it just by filming. Besides, for Jiang Yu, singing is obviously better than filming. Be strong, with such broken acting skills, it is estimated that Hu Shengzhi's crew will have to be scolded and taught to be human by then.

Jiang Yu was obviously still unaware of his sad reminder of the future. When he heard Fan Shaoshu talk about releasing a new song, he suddenly remembered his song that was stuck in the middle and could not be written, and said with rare distress: "But I have been a little bit late these days. Bottleneck, unable to write anything."

Fan Shaoshu glanced at him and said, "That's right, I'll take you to meet someone."

As soon as Jiang Yu made his debut, he quickly assembled a group of well-known music groups to produce an album for himself. What the outside world doesn't know is that these people were actually selected by Qi Baiyou to make an album for him.

When the newcomers in the same period were still diligently receiving notifications, his songs had already landed on the charts of major music players, and he was always ready to compete for the top position.

Fan Shaoshu does not have many stars, but even if he is not popular, he will never be buried at the bottom of the circle. The worst performer is Xiaohong for a while. After that, he is tepid but stable in popularity and has his own. Channels and resources, the main reason for all this is that he himself is very picky about star selection, he will not bring people without qualifications, and thinks it is a waste of his time and energy, including resources.

In his eyes, Jiang Yu's popularity is indeed high, but it is still an uncut gem, only because of good luck, someone deliberately picked out some corners and corners, and because he is a gem, transparent and beautiful. The appearance has gained a lot of attention, but once it is shelved, one day it will exhaust its advantages and be covered with a thick layer of dust.

As an agent, what Fan Shaoshu has to do is to carve this gem carefully, so that as long as he puts it in a glass cabinet, its charm will attract people passing by, and they will never forget it.

But to do this, there is still a long way to go.

The two came to a place like a video studio, Jiang Yu looked around the environment, and a strong professional smell rushed towards him.

"I've been waiting for a long time, and suddenly there are reporters outside, so I took a detour."

"It's okay, please sit down."

Jiang Yu was wearing a wide and thick scarf, half of his face was buried under it, and the hat on his head covered the upper half of his face, making it difficult to see his eyes from a distance.

"Jiang Yu, long time no see. The last time we met was probably the year before last."

Just as Jiang Yu took off his hat and exposed his face from the scarf, he found a hand stretched out in front of him, looked up, and there was an exceptionally handsome man sitting opposite the table, he smiled gently, his eyes were full of tenderness, giving People's first impression is the same as the standard male second warm male setting on TV, and the whole body seems to be wrapped in a layer of warm spring breeze.

"...Hello." Jiang Yu stretched out his cold hand to hold it, and when he touched it, he found that the other's palm was as hot as an oven, forming a sharp contrast when they touched each other.

"Your hands are so cold. Is the air conditioner here not high enough?" The man frowned slightly, but he didn't let go of Jiang Yu's hand. In this strange posture, he turned his head and shouted at the person who was working next to him, asking him to turn the heating temperature down. Turn it up.

Jiang Yu stared at his held hand, squinted his eyes, and gently pulled it back. The other party seemed to notice his movement, and finally let go of his hand, saying: "I'm sorry, seeing your hand is so cold I can't help but want to keep you warm."

He smiled gently, and what he said didn't seem to be a joke. Jiang Yu glanced at him, inexplicably feeling that he was molested by this man whom he met for the first time.

Fan Shaoshu introduced him on the way here. This man is named Sun Mingzhi, and he should be the producer and arranger of his next album. From his appearance, he is about 28|[-] years old, but he is an old man. I have been playing music since I was a child, and I have been influenced by music since I was a child. I can be regarded as inheriting the mantle. I studied in a music academy abroad. After returning, I made an album for a second-line singer, and the title song in that album is still there. Can be heard on the street.

Jiang Yu got along with him in the recording studio for a while when he released his debut album. At that time, Sun Mingzhi had just returned to China and was doing an apprenticeship with Jiang Yu's producer. But after the album was finished, Jiang Yu went to filming, busy like a spinning top, and lost contact.

Fan Shaoshu seemed to be quite familiar with the other party. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they began to talk about business. Jiang Yu was listening silently, when suddenly Fan Shaoshu's cell phone rang, he took out his eyes, stood up and said, "Excuse me, I'm going to answer the phone, let's chat and get familiar with your respective styles first."

Sun Mingzhi looked at Jiang Yu with a deeper smile, and replied lightly: "Okay."

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