The bodyguard I picked up is BOSS

On the 30th, Fu Ling spent the whole day in intense rehearsals and rehearsals with make-up, even missing Xu Guanrong who was still in the hospital.

Tan Zhuo listened to the results of his whole night's practice, and said that the intonation and rhythm were well grasped, but he lacked a little emotion.

"A good singing voice can move people. But the feeling you are singing now is like a student who is eager to pass the exam. It sounds a bit dry and lacks a sense of story."

"Sense of story..." Fu Ling fell into deep thought.

When he sang in front of Xu Guanrong yesterday, the person said that his singing was very touching.But why do you feel dry when listening to another person?

Tan Zhuo seemed to see his doubts, so he explained the words of explanation:

"People with stories in their hearts will be moved after listening to many songs. But not every audience has so many stories. If you want to move more people, Fu Ling, you have to integrate your own stories into it."

Incorporate your own story into it.

Fu Ling savored this sentence over and over again. He didn't have much experience in his own life. What can be integrated with this song seems to be just like what Xu Guanrong said yesterday, which is all the stories from the beginning of their encounter.

Tan Zhuo saw that the things in his eyes had changed, as if a drifting ship was slowly approaching the port, so he exchanged glances with the teacher in charge of the sound studio, and dealt with Ling:

"I'll play the piano version for you, and you can find out how you feel."

Fu Ling nodded, "I'll try."

The piano version of "Rolling Red Dust" is very different from the sung version. The pure and affectionate tone is like moonlight. With innate unique feelings, people are intoxicated unconsciously.

Fu Ling thought of their meeting, of them going to buy ice cream together, and of one day, Fu Da suddenly disappeared, and he sat alone in the hospital feeling lost in the infinite emptiness.

Adam's apple rolled unnaturally twice.He slowly opened his eyelids and gave an OK to the teacher in charge.Then, while thinking about his trickling feelings, he opened his lips:

"You who didn't care at first, and me who didn't care when I was young..."

Memories came to mind along with the lyrics. He sang so much that Tan Zhuo’s eyes never moved on him. At some point, the teacher in charge who listened to thousands of good songs had I was so moved that I covered my lips.

After Fu Ling finished singing, several people in the sound studio applauded spontaneously, and the teacher in charge gave him a thumbs up, obviously very satisfied:

"I recorded this song, and I will edit it later and send it to you. Such a good singing voice needs to be recorded."

Afterwards, he and Tan Zhuo practiced the chorus several times, and there was no problem at all. Even Xinjia's humming was performed very well.

"I think, after attending the last rehearsal tomorrow, I can perform on stage."

After a few days of rehearsal, Tan Zhuo trusted Fu Ling very much, "It's still the same sentence, Fu Ling, live broadcast on stage is very different from that in the studio. You should practice again until you can handle any emergencies."

After being affirmed by a group of professionals, Fu Ling's confidence doubled:

"Okay, Mr. Tan. I will hurry up and practice again. You are right. Although we all hope that the performance will be completed smoothly, we don't know what will happen on the stage until the moment we step off the stage. I will improve my performance." ability, if something happens, I will try to deal with it."

Tan Zhuo smiled: "Okay, I like you."

Fu Ling's mind is more sensitive, maybe it's the ability added to him by the profession of actor, he always feels that Tan Zhuo seems to have something to hide from him.

This "concealment" of course does not refer to other people's personal privacy, but refers to the show they performed together.Tan Zhuo repeatedly reminded him to have the ability to deal with all kinds of emergencies, as if...something was bound to happen.

But what's the benefit of a well-known and respected musician hiding it from me?

If you think about it this way, it is very likely that he is thinking too much.

Alas, it may be the first time on stage, so I am too nervous.

Channel M has always had high requirements for the evening show, and a series of rehearsals are arranged 3 times.And the morning of the 31st was the last time.At that time, the costumes, makeup, the route of the stage, and the lighting effects of the stage were all determined, and the host had to join in and read all the scripts.The difference from the final performance is only the time before and after.

Fu Ling's program is also going very well.He sang this song first, and when he sang "everything in his life, he would not hesitate to exchange the exchange of Yin and Yang for a moment", the lifting platform behind the stage was accurate, not more than one second, not less than one second, just right for talking Then his words sang down.

What Xu Guanrong said is correct, actually standing on the stage is very different from practicing in private.Even though the audience hadn't entered the arena yet, facing the huge dark auditorium, Fu Ling could fully imagine the scene of being stared at by tens of thousands of eyes.All eyes are on him and he can't go wrong.

"Fu Ling, from now on until the time of the performance. Protect your throat, drink plenty of warm water, and stop singing with your throat open. My assistant will come and take you to open your voice before the performance. During this period, you have to follow him , there are too many people, you are easy to get separated."

Fu Ling nodded obediently: "Okay!"

The program list of Channel M has gone crazy on the Internet. Everyone is guessing who this "mysterious guest" who will perform two programs is. After all, his real name is not listed in the program list.

Fu Ling was doing well under the care of Zhou Xiaozhu and Fang Lin. She was wrapped in a big down jacket and huddled in the lounge, chatting and laughing with the artists around her.Logically speaking, time should pass quickly, but in fact it is not - he is going to die of anxiety!

The reason is very simple, his boss, the content of the phone call with him last night was too perfunctory, and it was over in a few words.Today he called nervously, thinking of some comfort, but the other party never picked up, it was really worrying.

If it wasn't for the time constraints, he really wanted to take a taxi to the hospital to see what happened to this man and whether his injuries had worsened.

Buzz!

Just when he was burning with anxiety, there was finally a message on WeChat - it was Xu Guanrong!

"Lingting, I went to the bathroom just now, but I didn't see your phone. How are you doing? Are you busy?"

Fu Ling immediately called back:

"Hello? Boss!" His heart was pounding.

"Well, what happened?"

"You, you didn't answer the phone before, are you okay?" Ever since the manager of the bomb accident, Fu Ling has always been very sensitive.

Xu Guanrong on the phone laughed immediately when he heard him ask this question: "What can I do? Right now the bodyguards are guarding me and I'm in the hospital. I'll be fine. Don't worry."

"Really? Yes, but I always feel as if something is wrong."

His intuition told him that there really was something he didn't know.

"Of course something happened." Xu Guanrong changed the subject.

"What's up?!"

"You are going to be on the stage for the first time in your life, isn't it a problem?" Xu Guanrong spoke slowly, maybe because of his injuries, or maybe because of the tenderness that only appeared in front of Fu Ling.

"Are you nervous?"

Fu Ling was hit, and nodded slowly, but then realized that the other party couldn't see his movements, so he added slowly:

"Um......"

This answer was obviously expected, Xu Guanrong continued the previous words:

"Lingling, don't worry. M station's New Year's Eve party has been held for so many years, they are very experienced. When the time comes, the stage lighting will cooperate with you, and your partner will also cooperate with you. They are all experienced old people. You Believe in yourself, and trust them."

"However, when I stood up, I was the only one standing in the middle of such a big stadium. I thought it was quite scary."

He recalled the scene of standing alone on the stage during the rehearsal, surrounded by stands in all directions, as if he had stepped into a dark forest, and everywhere was so gloomy that people dared not take a closer look, as if he had to focus on it for a while , you can spot blood-red-eyed bats lurking in the dark.

"Then, why don't I come to accompany you? The doctor said I can walk around."

Of course Fu Ling didn't do it: "That can't be done! Although your surgery is not big, it still has three holes!"

His eyeballs rolled around, and finally he thought of a way: "Why don't you sing for me?"

He thought Xu Guanrong would hesitate for a moment, but he agreed immediately: "Okay, what do you want to hear?"

Fu Ling was flattered, "Let me think about it...Will it be "Lake Baikal"?"

Xu Guanrong blushed: "No."

"What about "What You Look Like"?"

"Neither."

"Farewell My Concubine?"

"This, also won't."

Fu Ling was so frustrated that she lost her temper: "Then what will you do?"

Xu Guanrong smiled wryly: "I actually don't know many songs."

Fu Ling was very disappointed, thinking how he married a tone-deaf husband, after several times of thinking, he finally retreated to the starting line:

"Then "Rolling Red Dust"? The one I sang to you that day."

Finally, an affirmative voice came from the other end of the phone: "This will."

As a result, the deep and thick voice came from the other end of the phone like a breeze, and penetrated bit by bit along the veins of the heart.

Fu Ling didn't expect Xu Guanrong to sing so well.Good to hear that he wondered if this person was looking for a cappella sample on the Internet, but the timbre belonged to this person he was familiar with, such as an old accordion, reminding him of the swing hanging on a tree in front of his grandmother's house when he was a child .

"Boss, you, you sing really well..."

Fu's ears were still numb after listening, "I've never heard you sing, it's so beautiful. You should come to the New Year's Eve party!"

Hearing such a high evaluation, Xu Guanrong was naturally happy: "I'm going, what should you do?"

"I can give it to you!"

After Fu Ling finished speaking, there was a moment of silence on the phone, but he was too excited to notice the strangeness of this person.

"Listen, do you want to..."

Xu Guanrong asked this very lightly, even a little hesitant, just like a young boy in love who hesitates to speak when he meets his crush.

Fu Ling sensed that he had something to say, and wanted to ask while the iron was hot, but the young man who knew the logistics suddenly came to the lounge to serve dinner, and when he finished dealing with it before asking, the opportunity for Xu Guanrong to speak seemed to have passed.

"Do you want something?"

"It's nothing, listen, come on, I'll watch you."

Fu Ling was full of doubts, but in the current situation, Xu Guanrong obviously didn't want to say it, and it would be bad for him to keep asking.So that's all, just hide your doubts in your heart:

"Okay, I will work hard!"

晚会是20：00整开始的，付聆的节目在第10个，上场时间在21:00左右。

After dinner, he kept listening to the solo samples he had recorded earlier, listening to the intro and the opening beat again and again.Every three or four times, there is a voice in my heart:

Boss, what do you want to do...

The author has something to say: What do you want to do?