Three Hundred Love Songs [Entertainment]

In the afternoon, the heat wave surged.The dog borrowed by the production crew was enjoying the shade under the big tree, and two full-fledged people next to them were bickering.

"I didn't eat your rice."

"What's your attitude? Believe it or not, I asked my mother to unite with the three places on both sides of the strait to block you?!"

Xia Xingge took out his mobile phone and said viciously, "As long as I make a call, you will be finished."

He unlocked it—hey, the phone is dead.

"Pretending to be invisible is the most deadly." Ying Changqing took out his phone, tapped it a few times, and made a call for him.

As soon as the call was connected, he immediately changed into a smiling face, and greeted the person on the other end of the line, "Hey, Teacher Yu, long time no see...Xiao Xia is with me, his phone is dead, and he has something to tell you."

He handed the phone to Xia Xingge, and Xia Xingge quickly took it. "It's nothing special, Mom... I miss you... I'm sure I don't have a fever! Can't I care about you?! I'm really not sick! I... goodbye!"

Xia Xingge respectfully returned the phone with both hands, and confessed, "I made a mistake, brother, don't call my mother just because you disagree."

Ying Changqing smiled and patted his head, and said softly, "You should keep in touch with your family when you are away."

Touching his head to kill, Xia Xingge's heart almost collapsed.This time, I didn't even bother to look disgusted.The other party is wearing a costume and talking to him, and the image of a swordsman with fluttering sleeves is his favorite type!

I really want Mr. Yu to run away and get myself into the crew to make soy sauce, of course it is the kind that must be in the same frame as someone!

This kind of thing can only be thought about, otherwise Teacher Yu will scold him to death.He knew what Teacher Yu would scold him for, and he would definitely say that he was worthless, stupid, and mentally retarded.

He recognized all of these.

He snatched the other party's phone again and said, "Borrow it." Then he turned on the camera, stood with him, and took a photo with him like scissorhands.

After taking the photo, return the phone and tell him, "Send me the photo."

"Don't you go to the official blog and right-click the stills?"

"The still photos are all P. Post it, don't worry, you don't have to be fake." The point is that your still photos don't post photos of me and you together, so I had to do it myself!

Ying Changqing clicked on WeChat and sent him a picture.He smiled, "Are you implying that I'm handsome?"

Xia Xingge generously admitted, "Yeah. I'm a very upright person, and I won't deny your beauty just because you're bad. Even my mother said you're handsome, and my mother said you'd just dump me if you didn't have plastic surgery. A lot of small students a lot."

Ying Changqing laughed, "How do you know I didn't fix it?"

This is really a serious question.

Xia Xingge raised his hand and laughed, "How about I check it for my mother?"

"Okay." Ying Changqing raised his chin and said to him, "Take a look."

He let it happen, it was really an opportunity he gave himself.Xia Xingge thought that he was so active, he must have a serious and responsible attitude to appraise it, otherwise what should he do if he failed his mother's trust?

But no one will notice this...

He didn't even dare to look back, for fear of being too obvious and causing suspicion.It's better to keep calm, anyway, things are not unclear.Sigh... After all, it's because he's gay, so he's extra nervous about this kind of thing.Look at Brother Changqing, frank and frank, fearless, let me touch him casually.

Then we must take the opportunity to take advantage of it!Pinch his chin and nose, touch his face, stroke his thick eyebrows with his fingers, and gently pull his earlobe.

It touched everything except the mouth.

Okay, okay, that's enough.

Be calm and calm, and don't show any flaws.

It will take at least three days to go home, no!Three hours...at least three hours without washing your hands!

I have touched it all, and I have to give a conclusion.He said a fair evaluation, "Not whole. Pure natural, original ecology."

Ying Changqing grabbed his hand and turned it over to look at it, and asked a little puzzled, "Why do you have calluses on your hand when you are so pampered?"

Xia Xingge said, "I practice musical instruments, and I work hard."

"Oh—I said so." Ying Changqing let go of his hand, opened the folding fan in his hand to fan the two of them, and said casually, "I thought you would go back after filming the MV, but I didn't expect you to come here on a hot day Playing. Could you please be a little more sincere when you visit the class next time? Don’t even mention bringing a bottle of iced tea or something, it’s so ignorant!”

"Who wants to visit your class! Let me talk about serious things, okay? I'll wait for your director and help you write songs. A few episodes and endings. Your director said he wanted to talk to me." Xia Xingge has become popular It was about to smoke, he missed the air conditioner and watermelon at home so much, and couldn't wait to go back.

"There are so many songs to write." Ying Changqing helped him remove the leaves that fell on his head, "Then are you busy? Aren't you still preparing the album?"

Xia Xingge sighed, "Our boss Zhou insisted on stuffing me in to write songs. The original novel is very popular, and several main characters are set in the style of young idols. The boss wants to praise who and who, You understand. Then take me along by the way. But I am also very happy to write songs for Goddess Susu’s novels. I am her fan, Amway, please read her "Not Domineering", which tells about a CEO who is not domineering and his The story of my male pet, super loving! Very funny hahaha~”

"The domineering president and what?"

The blood in Xia Xingge's whole body rushed to his forehead——

What did I just say?

can i die

Before he had time to turn his head and crash into the tree behind him, the director called him from afar.The director rode a bicycle to their side, "Old Deng is here to watch this afternoon, you come back to the hotel with me, let's have a good chat about the song, Xiao Xia."

"Okay." Xia Xingge consciously sat in the back seat of the director's car.

The director said, "This novel is so popular. When it was serialized back then, many readers wrote fan songs. There are also special playlists on the Internet. There are a few songs that are quite high-level, so we must create songs that are even better than them. It will work. Good songs will definitely attract those young people who love music to watch our drama, and the ratings will increase at that time. Because many original book parties are not optimistic about us, so we have to think of ways to do it It should be better, if Lin Susu cooperates with the publicity, it should also attract a group of viewers."

"Well." Xia Xingge said, "Actually, I put on a vest to help write fan songs for this novel, but at that time I was young and my singing skills were poor, so I hired someone else to sing it. The plot is familiar, don’t worry, it can be handled.”

He waved his hand and said goodbye to the swordsman.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone road, and the crisp bells rang in the roiling heat.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that the man was still standing under the tree watching them, with a long sword on his waist and a folding fan in his hand. When the wind blew, his hair tie fluttered.

When Xia Xingge looked away, the four-character barrage rolled wildly in Xia Xingge's mind.Those four words are - Yushu Linfeng.

Back at the hotel, the director bought him a bottle of iced black tea, and took him to the air-conditioned room to chat about song creation.The director has only one request, to be nice.The director gave suggestions on the style and content of several songs. Xia Xingge took a small notebook to record, and from time to time put forward some ideas to discuss with him.The director also gave him part of the soundtrack that he had already made, allowing him to understand the artistic conception by himself.

The two chatted for almost three hours, talking dryly, and it was almost [-] o'clock in the afternoon.

Xia Xingge put away his notebook, drank his last sip of water, and planned to go back.After that, just communicate directly with the director online.

The director sent him to the door, when a phone call came suddenly, and he answered it.

Xia Xingge didn't say a word to him, so he waited beside him, and he knew that something was wrong when the director's face changed.

Sure enough, someone was hurt.

The director asked, "Who?"

He silently said in his heart, don't be that one!Although it's not good for anyone to get hurt, it's better not to be him!

however--

Director: "It's a long relationship..."

Xia Xingge: "!!!"

The director said angrily again, "Is that Zhou Yu crazy? Stop filming and stop filming! Hurry up and send him to the hospital, and I'll rush over here as soon as possible!"

The director beckoned to the driver, Xia Xingge followed two steps and wanted to get into the car, but the director didn't know whether it was in a hurry or on purpose, so he slapped the door on the car door, and left without even saying hello.

He was sprayed with car exhaust.After being stunned for a few seconds, he chose to go back to his company's team in the next village.It should have happened just now, it's not very good for him to ask someone for news, even if he asks Zheng Xingrong, he has to take it easy.It's not because I'm afraid of causing misunderstanding, but because I'm afraid of causing them trouble.

But it's always uncomfortable to hang on to this one, mainly because I don't know where the injury is, whether it's serious or not, and whether I can still see him... the more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.He was so scared that he wanted to cry while walking on the road, but he got effective information soon after returning to the hotel where he was staying.

Lin Yuan pulled him aside and said with a serious expression, "Xiao Xia, I just got the news that someone in the crew next door was injured. It's Zheng Xingrong and his younger brother."

Xia Xingge didn't care where he got the news from, but just asked, "Is the injury serious?"

"I don't know the exact situation. He has been sent to a nearby hospital." Lin Yuan said, "It is said that he was filming a chase scene on the eaves, and someone deliberately slipped and kicked him."

This person is naturally someone with the surname Zhou!Xia Xingge didn't know what kind of enmity they had at all, but he heard that Wei Yuan picked on Zhou Yu and said that he was black, but he didn't expect him to go directly to someone close to him.

Lin Yuan said, "It hasn't been long since I was sent to the hospital. I guess it's still busy there. Let's go and visit together later. After all, it's an acquaintance."

"Okay." Xia Xingge pressed his stomach full of worry, "Let's have dinner first, Brother Yuan."

In fact, he was not in the mood to eat at all, and after taking a few casual bites, he couldn't help but check the time, not knowing what time Lin Yuan said "late".Then he got a call from his mother.Teacher Yu also received the message, asking him if he was still filming the MV there, and asked him to go to the hospital to see Yun's younger brother.Lin Yuan listened to the phone next to him, put down the bowl hurriedly and went out with him.

Teacher Yu directly provided the address and ward number of the hospital.When the two of them arrived, there were still people from the film crew and two assistants in the ward.

Ying Changqing was lying on the hospital bed, trying to persuade everyone to leave.Seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, Xia Xingge breathed a sigh of relief, but seriously suspected that he was barely holding on.

"We're going to shoot night scenes at night, you all go back and help." Ying Changqing said to the assistants, "I'm fine here, I'll call the nurse if something happens. Go and take care of my brother, he has bad eyesight at night, be careful Don't let him fall and knock."

Everyone took orders to leave, Xia Xingge and Lin Yuan went in.Lin Yuan greeted him politely, and then received a call from his manager to catch a plane.Xia Xingge sent him downstairs, and then returned to the ward.

Finally, it was just the two of them.

Ying Chang said anxiously, "Hurry up, Xiao Xia help me get the phone!"

"Don't move!" Xia Xingge said, "What are you doing? Let me help you."

"Okay." Ying Changqing said, "My mobile phone is unlocked with Hua 2, you first enter WeChat. After entering, send a message to a man named Xiaoshan, ask him to stop Zheng Xingrong, don't let him conflict with others, let him keep calm and feel at ease Filming."

Xia Xingge dragged a chair and sat by the bed, typing quickly, "Why did Zhou Yu want to bully you? Did you offend him?"

"No." Ying Changqing said, "He was careless."

Xia Xingge sent the message and looked up at him. "I almost believed it."

"It's true." Ying Changqing had an extremely serious expression on his face, "It's true. He slipped and fell accidentally, and then I was slow to react and jumped up. After a while, fortunately, the bone is not broken, and it will be fine after a few days of rest."

He spoke so easily, but Xia Xingge seemed to be holding his breath while listening.

He said, "Stop talking, have a good rest, I'll be here with you tonight."

"Brother kindly appreciates it, you can go back to sleep after sitting down for a while. I will call the nurse if I have something to do. It's a small matter, don't be too nervous."

Xia Xingge glanced at him and said coldly, "Unless you can jump down and hit me now."

"That's really not good." Ying Changqing couldn't hold it any longer, and after letting out a sigh of relief, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "Damn, it actually hurts a bit."

He forced a smile and said, "Tell me a cross talk and let me divert my attention."

"Wool! How can I talk about cross talk?" Xia Xingge hurriedly wiped his sweat, and simply sat down on the bed.He had a sullen face, "I can only sing, nothing else."

"Then you can sing one for my grandfather. If you sing well, you will be rewarded."

"What do you sing? What do you like to hear?"

Ying Changqing rolled her eyes, thought for a while and said, "Just sing the song written for Zheng Xingrong. He hums it every day, and it seems that he hums it wrong. I'm about to throw up."

"His tune has strayed thousands of miles, and I can't bear to say it." Xia Xingge took out his mobile phone to look for lyrics, and cleared his throat.

He cleared his throat, he... couldn't sing.

"I... I seem to be led astray by your brother. Wait, let me brew it..."

"Fuck..." Ying Changqing showed pain, "Don't make me laugh, it hurts my bones hahaha... hiss..."

"Change, change!" Xia Xingge said hurriedly, "I can't sing this one, I can't find the tune anymore."

Ying Changqing exhaled, "Then you can sing my song."

Xia Xingge was taken aback, "Without you."

Ying Changqing was stunned, "What? Why don't I write a song for such an important role?"

"The director didn't ask for it." Xia Xingge said, "Only the male and female protagonists and Zheng Xingrong have, plus the ending song. When negotiating the contract, these four songs were discussed. The opening song is made by the music supervisor. I have done four by myself. There are a lot. My album will definitely be released before your show airs. At that time, the company will promote it well. When your show airs, I will use so many songs as a gimmick to attract my fans to watch the show. .”

"Can't you add another song?"

"If you add another one, you have to pay, brother!"

Ying Changqing pointed to the folded clothes and said with difficulty, "The wallet is in the pocket of my trousers, go and get five yuan by yourself, and then write a song for me."

"Five dollars! You sent a beggar!"

Xia Xingge rummaged through his clothes to get his wallet, and unceremoniously took ten yuan.

Ying Changqing looked distressed, "Too much, too much."

Xia Xingge drew another red ticket.

"Ten yuan, just ten yuan." Ying Changqing said, "Although it's a bit much, I can afford it."

Xia Xingge stuffed the red ticket back for him, and put the wallet back into his pocket.

After taking all the money, the song must be written. He went outside to buy paper and pens, and when he came back, he moved a chair and lay down on the bedside table to write.

Ying Changqing tilted his head and watched his strokes, writing smoothly, as if he had already written a draft.

The room was quiet, only the sound of his ballpoint pen rubbing against the paper could be heard.

"Sit up straight, don't lie on your stomach. Avoid myopia." Ying Changqing looked at him for a while, and couldn't help reminding.

Xia Xingge straightened up, sat upright, and glared at him, "Same as my mother."

The other party smiled and said nothing.

Xia Xingge continued to write.Although his eyes were fixed on the paper, he could see the man's face out of the corner of his eye.He knew that he was watching his writing, but what's so good about writing?Besides, he was lying on the bed, so he couldn't see what he was writing at all.

He is writing about the swordsman, about him.

He was writing what he liked about the swordsman, what he liked about him.

Be explicit about your liking for the swordsman, but be subtle about your liking for him.

Not only to be subtle, but also to hide.It is hidden in the words, between the lines, and in the bottom of my heart.

Three hours passed in a flash, and he had already washed the hand that touched his face.

Now smell it, and the aroma of soap.

Oops, didn't he see it?

—Fortunately, he fell asleep.