Reborn Playboy

"Mark Ruffalo will live here for a week. Today is his second day in China. They have been discussing the issue of casting yesterday and today. The role in the movie is the biggest part of their visit to China this time. In addition to being suitable for the movie, the more important thing is to help them develop the mainland market." Gong Ming sat on the sofa on the balcony drinking hot coffee, he was wearing white slippers, his legs crossed, and his eyes were on the opposite side with the lights on. Villa, "So they have high requirements for the actors, but they don't have much requirements for the singers of the Chinese version of the theme song."

This is one of the reasons why Ye Quan can look forward to it. Now he has no officially released works. If he is famous, since the previous TV talent show did not end for too long, there is still a little bit, no matter how successful he is. Going to give it a try.

"Ye Quan, do you want to sing a song here to attract that guy's attention?" Gong Ming began to actively make suggestions.

—Miyagi next to him put his head in one hand, half-closed his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep, when he heard what his younger brother said, he said, "It's more likely to be complained and leave a bad impression."

"Then what should we do?" Gong Ming scratched his head and put his hands on his chest, "Why don't you just rush over and recommend yourself."

"Here we come." Ye Quan suddenly stood up.

"What's coming?" Gong Ming didn't understand, so he also stood up. He looked down from the balcony and saw a big car driving towards this side. The big car was covered with a thick tarpaulin. Don't know what's in it.

After the car drove to the gate of the villa, four or five porters in uniform came down one after another. After Ye Quan opened the door with the remote control, the micro-carriers began to unload the goods from the car. There was a beautiful and grand all-black piano. It looks like a black diamond under the bright lights. In addition, there are all kinds of musical equipment familiar to Gong Ming and a full set of computer equipment for music production. The porters began to move things to the villa cleanly , Someone accidentally rang the piano during the shipping process.

"It's our turn."

Ye Quan slapped Gong Ming on the shoulder, and quickly ran downstairs, and Gong Ming immediately followed, and the two of them commanded the porter to move the piano carefully.

At this time, a few people came out of the opposite villa. They looked like they were going to take a walk in the scenic villa area. They saw a new resident vibrating in and brought a lot of music equipment, which made them relax a little. Slow down.

Gong Ming waved at those people pretending to meet them by chance: "Mr. Cheng!" He ran over enthusiastically.

"Gong Ming?" Cheng Zong was a middle-aged woman in her early forties, dressed in simple luxury ready-made clothes, with her hair curled up in a spotless fashion, the woman looked at Gong Ming in surprise. Ming, "You don't mean to buy another house, do you?"

She introduced to the middle-aged foreigner next to her in slippery English: "This is our superstar in China, very very famous."

Gong Ming naturally walked over and greeted several people: "Cheng Boss, don't be joking. I don't have so much money to buy a house. A friend just moved here today, so I'll come and take a look." He turned around and looked not far away. Ye Quan pointed at him, "The big boss is over there."

Neat and not too rigid black hair, a warm-toned thin sweater that reveals the shirt underneath, and Ye Quan, who is smiling, looks generous and gentle, like a pleasant spring breeze coming towards you, A handsome and elegant man always attracts the attention of others, especially women.

Ye Quan successfully attracted Mr. Cheng's attention. The female president's gaze stayed on Ye Quanquan but she couldn't seem to call out the person's name. Gong Ming introduced him in a timely manner, in English: "This is my good friend Ye Quan. Quan, he is a musician, and he became the champion of a music show not long ago."

Gong Ming appropriately changed the concept and expressed a singing talent show with better vocabulary, but this rhetoric coupled with Ye Quan's temperament is very convincing.

"Musician? I saw your piano. It looks so beautiful that I can almost hear its beautiful sound." Mark Ruffalo walked forward with a smile and greeted Ye Quan friendly.

Ye Quanhui said in fluent English: "Thank you for your compliment, I am happy to play for everyone who loves it." This kind of time is not a good time to be humble.

Gong Ming and Ye Quan who were next to each other glanced at each other, with faint smiles hidden in their eyes.

It is enough to leave a clear and brief impression. If you continue to babble, I am afraid that this good and short impression will be destroyed soon. After chatting with Mark Ruffalo and others for a while, Ye Quan continued to direct For his moving work, Gong Ming went for a walk with Mr. Cheng and the others.

The next morning, Mark knocked on the door of Ye Quan's house. Although there was Ye Quan's careful design, it did not affect Ye Quan's ability to express his love for music and talent.

His musical talent is not high. If the six years in his dream did not give him the love and happiness he wanted, but it taught him how to express his own musical emotions.

No matter how wonderful the musical skills are, if you can't express the emotion of music, it will only make people feel empty and boring. Even though the times change, the tastes and hobbies of each generation for music will also change, but people's love for music, The feeling of love is always the same.

Simple, sincere, beautiful, and yearning.

Ye Quan played several fresh and simple songs for Mark, including his own originals and classic songs he likes, such as this one: sometimes when we touch【youaskmeifloveyouYou ask me if I love youAndIchokeonmyreply

I can’t answer as if I’m choked up in my throat]

The man's voice was clear and deep, and he sang this song about love from the last century with the piano on a beautiful autumn morning. Every bass seemed to tell the love story of a generation.

The man who stayed in the guest room last night was awakened by the sound of Ye Quan's piano and singing. Miyagi stood quietly on the stairs on the second floor and closed his eyes to listen to the magnetic music, which made people feel like seeing black and white. The song of the film.

[And sometimes when we touch

sometimes we touch

The honesty' stoom much

too frank with each other

And I have to close my eyes

I had to close my eyes to hide

AndhideIwannaholdyoutilIdie really want to hug you until I leave this world] Until the last note between fingers and lips disappeared in the golden morning sun, those who listened to the music were not in a hurry to open their eyes.

"I don't know what to say," Mark clutched his chest with some words, "but when you sing, I feel like I have experienced a heartbreaking and refreshing love story, which is very...very It's beautiful." He seemed to be trying his best to describe that feeling, but it seemed that he didn't have the exact words to help him express this emotion.

"Very good, I like it very much." I can only give compliments non-stop.

"What you said is also what I want to say." Miyagi walked down from the second floor with a smile on his face, "Good morning, Mark."' "Richard?!" Mark suddenly laughed and stood up, "You are here!" This is the voice of surprise.

"Richard?" For Ye Quan who was sitting in front of the piano, he had only doubts.

"Your name is Richard, and you are one of the shareholders of Walt Film Ping Studio." Ye Quan narrowed his eyes, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the man in front of him who was having breakfast at his home. Miyagi had never mentioned these things to him before 01:30.

The most important thing is that Miyagi and Mark are still friends, and last night Miyagi had been watching how he and Gong Ming were trying to get close to Mr. Mark.

"You are such a nasty guy." Ye Quan unceremoniously snatched the freshly squeezed soybean milk from Miyagi's hand.

Wiping the corners of his mouth with a tissue, Miyagi didn't seem to feel that he had done anything wrong: "You didn't ask me."

"Does Gong Ming know that you are a shareholder of Walt Film Studio?" Ye Quan asked. The two brothers are just the opposite. As the younger brother, Gong Ming has an outgoing and cheerful personality. Although he is smart, he is not a person who keeps secrets in his heart. , while Miyagi looks hard to read.Gong Ming never told him that Miyagi had any connection with Walt Film Studio.

"I don't know, he never asked about my affairs." Miyagi said, "I started investing in movies eight years ago. Unlike most other people, most of my income comes from investment. But I have never intervened in their work, if we shareholders need to intervene, what is the use of the managers hired by the company?"

Miyagi showed a slight smile to Ye Quan: "So it doesn't make much difference to you whether I am a shareholder of Walt or whether I know Mark or not."

These words made Ye Quan return the soy milk to Miyagi: "I want to use my own strength to prove myself." Don't rely on anyone.

"You have proved yourself with your own strength. Although I can influence Mark's decision, if he doesn't like it, he won't sit down and listen to you playing songs. It is not Chen Jiashu who can make it to the end of the game. Or someone else." Miyagi stood up and patted Ye Quan's shoulder vigorously, "You deserve these. "

"Of course." Ye Quan accepted the approval unceremoniously, and he asked, "Then do you think I have left a good impression on Mark? If I don't get the job, I think I should go to the bar Or somewhere to sing a few songs to make ends meet."

"In order to avoid paying the rest of the house payment for you," Miyagi picked up the soy milk on the table to drink, "I think I should give this to you." He took out an invitation card from his arms.

"What's this?" Ye Quan opened the invitation, and saw that it said the cooperation party of the new movie.

"Mark asked me to help forward an invitation to a certain musician when he left."