Three Hundred Love Songs [Entertainment]

At ten o'clock in the morning, Wei Yuan came to pick up Xia Xingge to meet Lao Yu.

As soon as he got in the car, Wei Yuan began to complain, asking why Xia Xingge deleted the Weibo post supporting a certain movie.

Xia Xingge said, "The male protagonist has a bad record, so don't use my account to transfer Weibo to support such a person in the future."

Wei Yuan didn't take it seriously, "Isn't it just gay? This kind of thing is not a big deal in the entertainment circle, and isn't it all whitewashed? Don't you think you're homophobic?"

Xia Xingge almost spit out the soda after taking a sip.He is certainly, definitely, definitely not homophobic.And can it be considered bad deeds?

He swallowed the soda, then said, "He sleeps with fans."

"It's not a big deal." Wei Yuan laughed at his innocence, "All the girls voluntarily sleep with their idols, but because Jing Yixiao couldn't give her a title, that's why she exposed the matter to make him unhinged. Go on. As a result, he still has a powerful financial backer, and now he is still doing well as a big male lead. Maybe you two will work together in the future. Don’t keep holding on to the stains of the past. Learn to appreciate others."

"I can't appreciate it." Xia Xingge looked indifferent, "His acting skills have been returned to the teachers who taught him. He hasn't produced any good works since he left Zhang Nana."

Speaking of Zhang Nana, Wei Yuan smiled, "Zhang Nana, she is simply a legend, it's too scary to lead anyone around, it's too scary! Hehe~Jing Yixiao, she can be regarded as the most popular artist she admires, but it's a pity that now she looks at the scenery, but actually becomes a It's too sad for someone else's plaything. I think Zhang Nana is hard to make anyone popular."

"That's not necessarily true." Xia Xingge couldn't help but said, "Ying Changqing will definitely be more popular than Jing Yixiao."

"Ouch." Wei Yuan glanced at him and asked calmly, "Are you familiar with him? Have I ever told you not to get too close to Xinghui's artists?"

"Then what can I do?" Xia Xingge spread his hands, "I don't know why you always create opportunities for me to cooperate with Xinghui's artists. Brother Yuan, can you explain to me?"

"Of course I didn't want to!" Wei Yuan was also very annoyed, "Whether it's Liang Yingdi's movie or the song of this TV series, Mr. Zhou appointed you to pick it up. I persuaded him not to listen, and even accused me of asking I don't want to bring personal grievances to work. I'm going to die of anger! If Xinghui's people rub your heat for nothing, will they give you money?"

Xia Xingge suddenly heard something extraordinary, and was very surprised, "How can I let people go viral? How popular am I?"

Wei Yuan didn't understand his embarrassment at all, and gave him a thumbs up, saying proudly, "You are the best."

Maybe it was because the aura of the queen at home was too shining, Wei Yuan always had an attitude of self-confidence and pride towards him, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.In other people's houses, managers persuade artists to keep a low profile and modesty, but when it comes to him, he is busy trying to persuade the managers not to be too arrogant.Wei Yuan always disagreed, as if he wanted to walk sideways when he was out of the house.

Xia Xingge's original self-confidence will be wiped out by this manager, the more proud this person is, the more cowardly he is.On the way, he praised him again and he felt uncomfortable all over.

Arriving at the agreed coffee shop, Lao Yu invited Xia Xingge to the quiet second floor, and Wei Yuan chatted with Lao Yu's team members downstairs.

The process and content of the interview had been roughly discussed by the two parties before, but it was just a few random questions written by Lao Yu's agent in order to deal with the guests.If he really wants to ask, he will stay on-site to talk and discuss slowly.

After Xia Xingge went upstairs, he relaxed when he saw that there was no camera.Lao Yu is very kind, like a neighbor's uncle.Go upstairs and don't come to the formulaic way, just let him relax and chat casually.And vowed never to write anything against him.

As soon as these words came out, Xia Xingge had an idea, "There is a question I have wanted to ask for a long time..."

The old fish looked at him and said gently, "You can ask, just ask."

Xia Xingge narrowed his eyes, "Did you really not take money from our company, Mr. Yu?"

"Of course not." Old Yu couldn't laugh or cry, "Believe it or not, go back if you don't believe it."

Xia Xingge pointed to the cup, "I'm thirsty, let me take a sip before leaving."

Old Yu smiled, "After drinking my milk tea, you have to sing me a song."

Xia Xingge then sat down, took a sip of milk tea, and then played the guitar.

"What are you singing?"

The old fish said, "Sing whatever you want."

Xia Xingge blinked, "That's really casual. Teacher Yu, let me tell you—"

"Ok?"

"Last night, it rained heavily."

"Ah."

"I... I didn't sleep all night."

"What are you doing?"

"I listened to a lot of songs."

"Think about life?"

"think about life."

"What did you come up with?"

"Nothing came to mind. But—"

"But it's so windy you can't hear it."

"But it was so windy that I couldn't hear well."

Old Yu turned over the letter paper pressed at the bottom of the cup, and on it were his crooked words and a few lines of lyrics.

The lyrics were copied from the Weibo of the young man in front of him. He read it at nine o'clock in the morning, but the Weibo was updated at [-]:[-] in the morning.He had reason to believe that this man really hadn't slept all night.

It rained heavily last night, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Lao Yu was checking Weibo before going to bed. He was busy a while ago, so he didn't check Weibo, and he didn't watch a lot of news.His homepage is still so lively, entertainment and gossip, national economy and people's livelihood, various social conditions... Everyone chats very lively.Many of the musicians he followed also had new works. He was very happy and clicked in to listen to them one by one.Retweet if you like it, and read the next content if you don't like it.

Not long after, he saw Xiao Xia's activity.This person reposted a few microblogs to send blessings.

Ever since Xia Xingge created the "Three Hundred Love Songs" series, many people in Weibo circles said that he would chase someone after singing to someone he likes or listening to his songs, so he returned to Weibo after holding hands successfully Thank him for this koi.Xia Xingge will take the time to forward Weibo and send sincere blessings.Of course, there are occasional expressions of envy.And self-deprecating single 19 years, shivering.

Lao Yu was delighted to see it, and directly clicked into his homepage.At first glance, I missed two songs.None of them were made for him by the company, but he wrote them himself based on the stories in the messages.There is no formal arrangement and post-production, just a simple playing and singing by one person.He plays multiple instruments, mostly guitar and piano.

Lao Yu likes the wall he put on the top very much, and he will go in and stroll around when he has nothing to do.There are not only stories on the wall, but also blessings.Some people say that they are going to get married, and the netizens wish him and his lover to grow old together; some say that he can finally let go of the person he can't let go, and start a new life, and the netizens wish her a happy life; Xueba, netizens said, girls, come on... There are too many warm words, it makes people feel warm.There must have been malicious attacks and abusive remarks, but the bloggers deleted them quickly and did not cause too bad an impact.

The blogger also posted on Weibo to be coquettish and cute, thanking everyone for taking good care of his wall.

He said, "Stories may be just stories, but stories may not be just stories. May you be treated with tenderness by this world, and may you treat this world with tenderness~"

When Lao Yu saw this sentence, he suddenly thought of a story he heard when he met Mr. Ou Zhipeng.Mr. Ou said that he had a student, and told him a story about his student days and an alumni.It can't be said that it is love or love, but there is love and intention.The two teenagers didn't know each other, but they met again; there could have been a story, but nothing happened.Mr. Ou was full of emotions, "My student said that he felt that in the ignorant years, whether he likes it or not, loves it or not, faults and misses, goodbye or not, are all poems. When he said this sentence to me, I felt Looking at his smile, I just feel that he is poetry."

Lao Yu recalled this paragraph, and then looked at the words of the blogger, and felt sincerely that he is the one who treats the world with tenderness.He has felt this way since he used the trumpet to follow him many years ago.

Yes, of course the trumpet.The tuba was afraid of bringing some trouble to the kid, because he didn't know if Yu Yin wanted the kid to enter the entertainment industry, so he didn't dare to use the tuba to retweet him, for fear that a group of people would follow and disturb the little boy.It wasn't until later that he signed a contract with the company that he dared to follow him.As an old fan for many years, it is appropriate to help spread his songs.Because I want more people to be healed by him.

However, as the young boy grows up slowly, the songs are not always healing, and sometimes they are also depressing.He has regrets, sadness, and remorse, and the emotions in his songs have become richer.

Lao Yu listened to his songs, saw his growth through the tune and voice, and thought about it carefully, he would be gratified and grateful.He grew up with him for more than [-] years, and he couldn't grow up listening to his songs, but he wanted to listen to his songs and grow old slowly.

Listening to his songs will definitely make you age slowly, because there are slanting wind and drizzle in his songs, there are thick tea and thin wine, there are guns and swords, just listen to it casually, it seems that there is sunlight flowing slowly in the ears, converging Become rivers, lakes and seas, go to that distant place.

And in his songs, whether he likes it or not, loves it or not, faults and misses, goodbye or not, these are all flowers, planted between words and blooming in people's hearts.

Just like the few sentences that Lao Yu copied in the morning——

"May you dream earlier than me and wake up later than me

May you get drunk before me and get drunk with me

May the wind be too strong for you to hear clearly

Fortunately, the wind is too strong, you can't hear clearly."

Before Lao Yu came, he looked at the comments on his Weibo, and the one with the highest number of likes said: "It's a pity that the wind is too strong, you can't hear clearly." Classmate, so I also gave him a thumbs up.

Someone else commented: "Fortunately, the wind is too strong, you can't hear clearly. Anyway, my mother is not serious, hahaha!" This comment also received a lot of likes, and this time the people who should like it are all people with stories.

Old Yu couldn't laugh or cry, he thought it was very interesting.But I just don’t know that the original author will tend to like that comment, is it "Unfortunately, the wind is too strong, you didn't hear clearly"?Or "I'm not serious anyway"?

"Of course you have to like both of them!" Xia Xingge said, "You don't need to pay for likes."

"That's right." Lao Yu smiled, and also liked the second comment.

The interview, or chat, went well.Xia Xingge was just a little puzzled why Lao Yu didn't ask questions that were agreed in advance, but Lao Yu smiled with an inscrutable face, but he kept his promise and did not embarrass him at all.After chatting for more than two hours, the photographer came up to take pictures of them.Call it a day.

"Also." When parting, Lao Yu remembered a very important thing and forgot to say, "I recorded a video when you sang, can you post it on Weibo?"

"I haven't finished writing the song." Xia Xingge said, "But I can't finish it. I just thought about these few sentences, and I don't know what to write later."

"It's alright." The old fish said, "These few sentences are enough, adding more things would be cumbersome."

"Then..." Xia Xingge thought for a while, then nodded, "That's fine, that's it. The title of the song is "Too Big Wind". I'll go back and find some time to make a simple arrangement, and there may be fans If you want to sing a cover, I will be an accompaniment for them to play."

He also had to participate in the shooting of an earphone commercial in the afternoon, so he followed Wei Yuan and left in a hurry.

After getting in the car, Wei Yuan started to chatter again, asking him, "Why do you write songs for others without permission?"

Xia Xingge was at a loss, "Since when did I write songs for others?"

Wei Yuan threw his phone to him, turned around to fasten his seat belt, and said in an extremely displeased tone, "It's still an artist who helps Xinghui."

Xia Xingge reacted immediately, and was immediately annoyed, "Why are you looking at my private mobile phone? I just asked you to keep it for me, and I didn't ask you to check my privacy!"

"I'm your agent. It's necessary to know everything about you, including who you deal with every day."

"Then it's necessary for you to live in my house, eat and live with me and know everything about me? Have I ever said that you can look at your work mobile phone, but you can't look at your personal mobile phone?"

"I'm doing it for your own good, and I'm worried that you'll be cheated. Look, it's too easy to coax you to give away a song without saying anything to me. You are the same group of newcomers, right? Competitor, don't stretch your thighs in vain to be hugged by others, okay?"

"Please don't say I'm a thigh anymore, I won't give him the song if he can't use it!"

Xia Xingge entered WeChat with a cold face, selected a partner, entered the chat content, held up the phone to Wei Yuan to show him, and then said, "I'm going to be late, please drive, thank you."

Wei Yuan finally started the car and led him out of the parking lot.

3 minute later.

Wei Yuan: "Block him, and Zheng Xingrong."

"Oh." Xia Xingge took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger.He smiled slightly, "So you want to promote the movie, or when they promote the TV series, they broke the news that I randomly blocked partners, right?"

Wei Yuan glanced at him, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.

The two of them didn't communicate with each other along the way.Xia Xingge has been playing with his mobile phone with his head down, explaining to others.The other party may be busy and hasn't responded to the message yet.

He admitted that he was sloppy, but the thought of his phone being turned over was still uncomfortable.Especially his mobile phone has a password, and Wei Yuan didn't know when he saw it, so he unlocked it for him directly, and went in to look around.He was glad that he uninstalled the reading software after reading Xiaohuang Wen the night before, otherwise it would be over if Wei Yuan found out.

He felt that he and Wei Yuan would not be able to keep up for long, and if he had a clue in his hands, he probably would not know how to die in the future, so he had to be extra careful.

This time it can be regarded as a reminder to him - don't be frugal anymore!Go back and buy a fingerprint unlocked phone!Let him never unlock it again!

He started transferring important things from his phone to his computer.Calm down and think about it, in fact, the luck of the misfortune should be that it was fortunate that he didn't take a screenshot to save his body during the love video with Ying the night before, otherwise he would really die.

I am grateful to my mother for telling him not to leave photos of someone alone in his mobile phone.

Thank you for being so obedient.

The author has something to say:

Started the embarrassing words orz.So shameful.

nag--

In fact, I wrote this article at the beginning because I wanted to write lyrics to my heart's content.Because I joined a music club (online non-profit) established by my friends in high school, and after going through a very difficult period of time, the number of people in the club gradually increased, and then everyone did stuff like that together. Made an original song.

Later, I met a lot of girls who sing well in the club (there are very few male singers) and all kinds of friends who are very good at writing lyrics (there are also many girls).I have been working as a group administrator in the club to make soy sauce, nympho girls orz.Also... I was embarrassed about the lyrics, and I asked my sister to sing for me. I was very happy.

Ah, of course, our club is very salty, not very popular 23333, but there are a few girls who sing really well, love them!

I usually like to listen to songs, and occasionally I want to make songs.Later, when I wrote this article, I wanted to write lyrics to my heart's content, and if possible, I would make a fan song for this story.

However... as I was writing, I found that writing words was so difficult hahaha, it was too difficult.I admire the friends who can write words even more.I don't have the energy to poke fan songs, I'm a little busy with work.

Our club is almost 6 years old now, people are still there, but it has been completely reduced to a pension club_(:з」∠)_

Ah, I really want to listen to the girls' songs until I grow old... (Speaking and waving my little leather whip)