prince meets king

Duan Rong pulled him into his arms fiercely, "Do you think I can do it, huh? From today onwards, we will be unified!"

Gu Donglin pushed him away red-faced, "You can't, you can't, the master's moral depravity is a sign, one of which is extreme kindness..."

Duan Rong said bluntly: "I'm too gentle, don't specialize in today's interview, it's important to cramp first." He dragged the person and pushed him into the cubicle.

Gu Donglin exploded his hair: "The city is high and the water is deep, Jincheng Tangchi, half of the country has not been taken down, the big one is a ghost! What's more, there are beautiful young men with sprains in the city! Also, I am not a slave, I am a nobleman, a nobleman, and I am very self-respecting! There is also a small seat in front of the emperor to drink a cup of hot tea, to rule together! Join hands to rule together!"

Duan Rong sighed, then continue to fight, and then asked unhappily, when will I be able to fight and open the door to see the cat?

Gu Donglin gave him an idea: "Don't keep thinking about pushing the door open, you have to wait for the cat to open the door by itself, this is the law of nature. Pushing the door, the state will change suddenly, this is just a hypothesis, the reality is not It is scientific! It is better for everyone to follow the natural evolution. After all, Rome was not built in a day. It used to be a wasteland, but suddenly it is Rome. Don’t show it. It can only be repaired one by one. The foundation must be laid. But you It’s hard to say, how many pillars are nailed, he will be in Rome.”

Duan Rong let out another long oh, and stretched out his hand to scratch the root of the cat's ear. "I understand this, the thatched pile paradox." Gu Donglin was overjoyed, and repeatedly said that there was progress and progress.

Duan Rong was praised, so she tilted her head and asked him, what will he say to the reporter later? "Don't ruin my reputation, it's uncivilized and shameless, just talk about it in private... I still have to support my family outside!"

When it comes to raising a family, Gu Donglin is naturally very sensitive, "Then how do you usually deal with such things in your circle?"

"Admit it if you want to settle down; deny it if you want to get busy getting rid of the gang, although the effect is often counterproductive; if you want to hype and build momentum, learn from you."

"Huh?" Gu Donglin was puzzled.

Duan Rong folded her hands behind her back: "Once upon a time there was a cat with a pot of poisonous milk..."

"Yes and No?"

There are technical terms for Duan Rong to scold generals.

The two finally walked into the office, sat down opposite the reporter, and unanimously released the aura of the Tyrannosaurus rex family. The reporter could not lose, which shows that he is a character.Gu Donglin observed for a while, probably because of his bust size, while observing carefully while thinking carefully, he was kicked severely by Mr. Duan, who had just been educated on "Master Morality", without showing any sympathy.Mr. Gu was kicked in pain, and he glanced at him sadly, and immediately got his hand under the table and scratched his palm.Duan Rong slumped on the leather swivel chair while making small movements and smiled vaguely: "Hello, hello... this is Gu, the gold medal lyricist who has been cooperating with me..."

Mr. Duan remembered half of what he said, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Choose a stage name for yourself!"

"...Apollo."

Mr. Duan wrote on his thigh: Two.

Comrade reporters naturally asked, as if they had never heard of it before, what songs have you collaborated on?Can you introduce me?

Two people "uh" at the same time.

Duan Rong said seriously, "Business secrets. But in the near future you will see surprises in Han Yu's new song. We are also preparing to release a series about...about...destiny."

Gu Donglin spat out a mouthful of tea.The reporter asked suspiciously what that meant.Duan Rong has been kicked for so long, and suddenly thought of Gu Donglin's division of labor between internal and external, determined to change the fate of being bullied all the time: "This series is still under discussion, and the project has not yet been approved. It is just one of our ideas, and it is a private matter... For private matters, Gu...Apollo will introduce you."

Gu Donglin talked from Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties to Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, from Guofeng to Yuefu and then to Tang Poetry and Song Ci, all the way, so that Duan Rong felt that this thing is very feasible, maybe it can be made into a series, let alone that reporter.

After the reporter asked about business matters, he naturally asked about private matters, showed them some comments on the Internet, and then sharply asked Mr. Duan what he thought of this statement.Mr. Duan crossed his hands: "I think this is a private matter, so it's better to let Gu... Apollo do it?"

Mr. Gu immediately took over: "This is easy to see from our working relationship or should Mr. Duan start first?"

Mr. Duan said: "That's... I compose the music, you write the lyrics, and also do some administrative work along the way..."

The reporter already felt that something was wrong with these two people, and their smiles were quite sinister, so they turned their guns again and fired at Gu Donglin.This time he didn't hide, "He composed the music and I wrote the lyrics, so the personal relationship can be simply deduced and deduced: he is my drunk, and I am his dream."

Don't say that the reporter was excited, Mr. Duan was also excited.Mr. Duan originally knew that he was going to take the Yes and No route, so he didn't have much expectations. Who knows who would suddenly show favor to Shangguo... Shangguo is different. There are so many love stories, all kinds of metaphors and rhetoric, I can't help but hold back Seeing that his hand was easy to pinch for a while, then he actually secretly touched the base of his leg.

Mr. Gu gave him a contemptuous look: "Wang Ji is so important, is it that you, a small country like you, can come here if you want?"Three worships and three respects, ask the ancestral temple!

Mr. Duan braced his face: I have always had unreasonable thoughts and a heart of disobedience, and I want my ministers to be enlightened. The heavenly kingdom will always have some benefits...

The reporter over there still asked with a blushing face, could you please explain what this means.

His Majesty is serious: "He composes music, and I write lyrics; he is music, and I am poetry; music is a kind of intoxication, but poetry is a kind of dream; he is pure passion, and I am a form of contemplation; he is bright enthusiasm and Inexhaustible burning, I am noble simplicity and quiet greatness; he is Dionysus of Thracia, I am Apollo of Olympia; he is source of pain, I am apparent joy; when I put the willow Branches stretched out before him in drunkenness, he lived to death, and returned to eternity. I am the god-king of the gods, I am his father, his half-brother. When we are united, tragedy was born—it must have been a great tragedy."

The reporter was dazed, and took a while to come back. Just as he was about to speak, Gu Donglin snapped back and said, "Master! Have you collapsed! Have you felt the spirit of the creator!"

Cang Sheng dejectedly argued: "You can't be his father and his half-brother at the same time..."

"This is called tragedy," Gu Zhe said calmly, "The tradition of Sophocles is that a husband begets a husband, and a son begets a daughter."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Duan Rong explained lightly from the side: "Metaphor, he is neither my father nor my brother. We are not going to have a husband, nor are we going to have a daughter."

"No one will take this seriously, you're still in good spirits." Gu Zhe said lightly.

The common people are horrified.

"But why is it a tragedy in the end?" Duan Rong was puzzled, "This is not a good thing, why is it a tragedy?"

"Because they killed you at the beginning, dismembered you, and threw you into any corner. The art after that is my art, very quiet, plucking the harp, string by string." Gu Zhe explained, " Then they killed me and revived you, and now the art is your art, the trumpets and suonas are lively and lively. The public taste just can't stand the long whistle of a string."

Duan Rong groaned and dismembered: "How could I be a trumpet and suona?!"

"You are passionate, you have to make a lot of noise. The quiet and noble art belongs to Apollo and not to Dionysus, and belongs to the nobility and not to the masses. Have you ever heard Kunqu opera sung to thousands of people? .”

The reporter heard it, and was not happy to say that the public also has elegant music, that is, the group of light music in the forest...

"Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove?"

Duan Rong was distressed: "Bandari."

Later, the three of them got farther and farther away, and never returned to the central topic...but the big-character poster was still: he is his dream, he is his drunkenness.

As a result, this dream is drunk, drunk out

Here comes the problem.After being shot in the head, Gu Zhe was severely poked a hole by the resentful old lover.