Disguise the opponent [entertainment circle]

Chu Yunyuan didn't bow down easily, but for Xia Huaixing's matter, he bowed deeply.

Zheng Yunliu didn't know the meaning of this bow, he just glanced at Chu Yunyuan, and commented: "After so-day observation, Xiao Chu still takes good care of you."

Xia Huaixing blushed, and took a look - there were no cameras shooting in the yard, only a few fixed positions.

Then he whispered: "Well, he is my brother."

When Chu Yunyuan heard Xia Huaixing admitting his identity, he glanced at him with a smile on his lips.

This seemed to be the first time that Xia Huaixing admitted that he was his brother in front of the camera.

"Oh." Zheng Yunliu didn't know what kind of brother this brother was, and thought it meant a friend.

Holding the ipad, Zheng Yunliu carefully read the score on it, scrolling down from one to the other until the last page.

"Very good." Zheng Yun sighed, "I like the song in the middle."

"Mr. Zheng, do you think there is anything wrong with these scores?" Xia Huaixing was not happy with Zheng Yunliu's praise, he just asked immediately, "For example, something wrong."

Facing Xia Huaixing's level of self-discipline, Zheng Yunliu waved his hand directly and said, "It doesn't exist."

Zheng Yunliu threw the IPAD to Xia Huaixing, and said with a smile: "In my opinion, these scores are well written, but they are not complete. Take it, choose one and polish it completely, it will be a very good work."

"There's really no flaws...?" Xia Huaixing frowned.

"You still hope that your song is flawed?" Zheng Yunliu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"If there is no flaw...why can't I write a better song?"

"Better refers to how good it is?" Zheng Yunliu said, "It's good enough—it's not an evaluation from the perspective of a novice."

"But..." Xia Huaixing frowned, "These scores are not as perfect as I think they are."

"What kind of perfection do you think is perfect?"

Xia Huaixing originally wanted to talk about the kind of music that could leave a mark in the history of music.

But in the end, he just said: "I think it's perfect in my heart."

Xia Huaixing's ambiguous answer gave Zheng Yunliu room to play.

Zheng Yunliu - smiled, just said: "Look, you can't even tell - so that kind of perfection doesn't exist."

"……does not exist?"

"That's right." Zheng Yunliu said, "You're just attracted by the expectation of perfection, so you can't judge your own works objectively."

"is that so……?"

"That's right." Zheng Yunliu said firmly, "It's not uncommon for you to be in a situation like this. Many people are stuck with the word 'perfect', so they can no longer write anything."

Zheng Yun lied to many people, including himself.

He didn't want to see Xia Huaixing go too far, so he gave an extra warning: "Just choose a song on your tablet - polish it, and you'll know that the song you wrote is indeed very good."

After Zheng Yunliu finished speaking, she said several words of encouragement to Xia Huaixing.

Only then did I return to my room—not to sleep, but to write a song.

His inspiration has been inspired by Xia Huaixing, and he wants to record it before that inspiration slips away.

Zheng Yunliu didn't realize—maybe this state is the so-called "perfection".

Zheng Yunliu's room is very close to Xia Huai's room.

Maybe it was disturbed by the sound of score writing over there, or the light, Xia Huaixing tossed and turned on the pillow several times, but did not fall asleep.

The next morning, Xia Huaixing woke up still in a state of absent-mindedness.

However, even Zheng Yunliu didn't criticize him for this today - not only did he not criticize him, he even cooked for Xia Huaixing himself.

Poached eggnog, two eggs.

Li —— was scared, thinking that Zheng Yunliu had been taken away by something.

Zheng Yunliu's performance in seizing homes did not stop there. When Xia Huaixing left in the afternoon, Zheng Yunliu gave Xia Huaixing a Lingmei fountain pen that he had used for more than ten years.

The pen has been used for too long, and the paint on the casing is a bit peeled off. Xia Huaixing took it with both hands, a little panicked.

"Teacher Zheng, this is too precious, I..."

"It's not valuable, it's just an old pen." Zheng Yunliu said, "It's quite appropriate to give it to you who bring dreams to others."

Zheng Yunliu, who looked down on the profession of idols yesterday, has already started to actively cue the profession Xia Huaixing explained today.

Xia Huaixing said he was not moved, it must be a lie, he could only accept this gift.

"Write more scores." Zheng Yunliu urged again, "You should also polish what you have written more, don't be too ambitious."

With Zheng Yunliu's words, he continued to persuade Xia Huaixing not to go into a dead end.

Xia Huaixing pinched the Ling Mei that Zheng Yunliu gave him, nodded after a while, and said obediently: "I see. Thank you for your guidance, senior."

After seeing off, Xia Huaixing got into the car and sat by the window.

Light raindrops flew obliquely on the windows, saying that the rain keeps people away, and the scenery outside has indeed become more beautiful and more nostalgic.

Xia Huaixing stared at the mountain scenery.

He was sleepy, but couldn't fall asleep.

Today there is no light and sound from Zheng Yunliu as an excuse for him not being able to sleep.

Xia Huaixing could only admit that he couldn't sleep just because...he couldn't just accept what Zheng Yunliu said.

But... what else is there to do besides accepting it?

Regarding his music, Jing Xing, Yan Lianggong, and Zheng Yunliu's judgments were surprisingly unanimous.

These three people are currently the strongest idol, the best arranger now, and the composer who has been popular for 20 years.

These three people all gave the same judgment on his compositions, telling him that the existing compositions were good enough, and perfection was just a trap he set for himself.

If there is one thing, the judgments of the big cows in this field are unanimous.

So, could it just be an explanation——his doubts and entanglements were really just digging into a dead end, and he didn't see himself clearly.

The car changes from the quiet scenery of the forest to the bustling city, and then to the low-rise suburban house.

With the airport close at hand, Xia Huaixing twirled the pen with his fingertips.

—Do you want to compromise with the judgment of others?

Or, compromise with the truth?

Xia Huaixing couldn't figure it out, but he had already seen the crowds of fans outside.

Because it was in the afternoon today, the number of people had doubled. The airport had requirements for order, so Xia Huaixing and Chu Yunyuan were forced to leave.

Xia Huaixing knew that it was not easy for fans to come, so he opened the window, waved to the outside, and then walked to the first-class lounge.

There is still more than an hour before boarding the plane.

Chu Yunyuan brought Xia Huaixing a small cake, but he didn't know where to go.

Xia Huaixing was bored waiting for him, and couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart. Finally, he asked the ground staff for paper, turned on the noise reduction mode of AirPods, lay down on the table, and opened the Lingmei pen in his hand.

Try again.

Xia Huaixing thought.

What if he could write the music he thought was perfect before going on the computer?

Xia Huaixing - When you write something, you will enter the flow mode.

During the period, he vaguely heard a piano sound that resembled his score coming from the radio, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

However, the flow mode did not help Xia Huaixing.

When Chu Yunyuan came back, the plane was about to take off, Xia Huaixing sorted out the score in his hand, and sang secretly.

Then he discovered that the music composed of the notes written on the paper was still not in line with his ideas.

Xia Huaixing squeezed the papers into his hands, squeezed them into balls, checked the tickets and boarded the plane.

Some fans flew back with him - but they were in economy class. When they saw Xia Huaixing passing by, they waved to him.

"Xia Shen, your song writing is really nice."

"I look forward to your final product."

Xia Huaixing heard these words harshly.

He raised the hand that wasn't pinching him to crumpled the score, waved to the fans, and—laughed.

When going back, Xia Huaixing was sitting by the window.

This plane is very small, and there is no large cabin in the first class, just a curtain.

Xia Huaixing looked at the clouds outside.

Seeing that the clouds gradually turned into the color of sunset, when we walked into the city where the "WAKE" base is located, the clouds were completely dark.

The city is small and there are no beautiful city lights.

Looking down, it's dark.

Xia Huaixing opened the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, looked at the notes on it, and sighed softly.

Back at the base, we will face Yan Lianggong.

He remembered that when he came here, Yan Lianggong told him that if there was still no breakthrough when he went back, he had to pick one and polish it.

So be it.

Even the best pop songwriters say he can do it.

He didn't need to do any unnecessary struggle.

Xia Huaixing got off the plane, and the car from "WAKE" came to pick them up outside.

The car drove to the base, Xia Huaixing got out of the car, and was caught by Han Youming who was waiting at the door.

"Brother Xia, avoid the limelight!"

Han Youming - said, - grabbed Xia Huaixing's arm and pulled him towards the path.

Xia Huaixing: "..."

"I just went to record a variety show, why should I avoid the limelight?" Xia Huaixing thought, "My dad is here?"

"Your father didn't come." Han Youming pulled Xia Huaixing up the path to the back door, "Jing Xing is here."

Jing Xing came back yesterday and discussed with Yan Liangshang. Xia Huaixing came back and shook him. The draft must be finalized tonight.

"Anyway, I heard from them that they won't let you 'work' any longer." Han Youming said, "Brother Xia, have you finalized the draft yet?"

Xia Huaixing shook his head: "No."

Han Youming: "Then let's avoid it..."

Otherwise, there will be a big drama of forcing people to submit manuscripts later.

Han Youming took Xia Huaixing around a long way, and just when he got near the warehouse, Han Youming's footsteps suddenly stopped.

In front of him, there were two backs whispering together, not Jing Xing and Yan Lianggong, who else could it be.

Seemingly hearing a voice behind him, Jing Xing turned his head subconsciously.

Han Youming hurriedly pushed Xia Huaixing and Chu Yunyuan towards the warehouse - and greeted them.

"Han Youming?" Jing Xing frowned, "Why are you here?"

Han Youming babbled a few words about Xiaoshi and took a walk, and ran away quickly before he completely let go.

As soon as Han Youming left, he stuffed Xia Huaixing into the warehouse, and Chu Yunyuan, who closed the door, walked out.

"Chu Yunyuan?" Jing Xing turned around and glanced at his empty side, "Where's Xia Huaixing?"

"I don't know." Chu Yunyuan said with a smile, "I disappeared when I returned to the base."

"The kid is hiding from us." Yan Lianggong gritted his teeth and said, "It must be that he hasn't written a manuscript that he thinks is good, so he just came out of his shell."

"The base is so big, where can he hide?" Jing Xing sneered, "I still have to come out tomorrow."

"The song he wrote before was good enough, and I don't know what he was struggling with." Yan Lianggong said, "I will force him to come up with a song tomorrow and make it into a song directly."

Between the warehouse and the wall, Xia Huaixing could hear it clearly.

Actually he knows.

Whether it is Yan Lianggong or Jing Xing, they are all really thinking about him.

I hope he has a good stage.

He will not live up to these good intentions, nor will he really ruin the stage between him and Chu Yunyuan.

but.

Maybe it was because the smell of dust in the warehouse was really too strong, Xia Huaixing was forced to feel tight in his chest due to the smell.

He quietly opened the door, and a silky light came through the gap, illuminating a strip on his face.

Xia Huaixing saw Chu Yunyuan's profile through the crack of the door.

Chu Yunyuan always had that look of ease.

"Did the teachers write the scores before talking about the stars? That might not work."

"What?" Jing Xing hesitated.

Chu Yunyuan smiled and said, "Because I have published all his songs."

"What do you mean you announced everything...?"

Chu Yunyuan said slowly: "The thing is like this - at the airport today, I heard someone say that the stars participated in the variety show because they couldn't write, so I couldn't hold back, took the airport radio, and wrote him The song is on the air."

Xia Huaixing suddenly remembered - when he was writing a song in the VIP lounge in the afternoon, he seemed to hear a piano sound that resembled his melody outside.

He remembered again - those fans' blessings to him were not for Ergong's stage "Ringtone", but for...the music he heard? ?

All the beads seemed to be threaded, and they were instantly connected together.

"Did you tell everyone that it's Xia Huaixing's song?" Jing Xing immediately grasped the point—if he hadn't said it, there might be so many background sounds at the airport that no one would notice.

"Of course." Chu Yunyuan interrupted Jing Xing's fantasy, he was polite, "Otherwise, how would those who said that Xing Xing couldn't write it know that it was written by Xing Xing?"

At the end of the music play, Chu Yunyuan specifically said: "The above is Xia Huaixing's scrap draft of the composition. Please look forward to the third live broadcast of the official work."

Jing Xing seemed to have thought of something, he grabbed his mobile phone and logged into Weibo.

On Weibo - the trending search has exploded.

The music played at the airport in the afternoon was recorded and posted on the Internet, so I could hear it all over the Internet—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Even Zheng Yunliu forwarded it, verifying that these clips are good.

However, he forwarded strangely.

Zheng Yunliu: [The music is really nice, and it's really cruel to myself. (thumbs)]

"You... why did you announce everything?" Yan Lianggong asked feebly.

"Because I think this is what Xing Xing wants." Chu Yunyuan laughed.

A gust of fresh wind swept in through the crack of the door, blowing away the dust that wrapped Xia Huaixing, and blowing away his stuffiness.

Then, Xia Huaixing saw Chu Yunyuan bowing in front of the two teachers.

In just two days, he bowed to the teachers for the second time because of Xia Huaixing.

"Teachers, please give him a few more days." Chu Yunyuan said, "If it still doesn't work..."

"It still doesn't work, what do you do?" Jing Xing frowned.

Without hesitation, Chu Yunyuan said, "I will take responsibility with him."

Just... I don't know if it should be called youthful courage or nonsense.

But Jing Xing and Yan Lianggong had nothing to do with them.

Yan Lianggong thought about it for a long time, but couldn't get angry, and finally said: "However, we must write the first one to guarantee the bottom line."

Chu Yunyuan said, "Okay, I'll write."

Yan Lianggong: "..."

That's fine too.

But if Yan Lianggong let go, it would definitely not work.

Chu Yunyuan turned his gaze to Jing Xing.

Jing Xing sighed: "I don't have anything to say, boss, I'll apply for you to make a stage set with pure lighting, will you approve the funding?"

Chu Yunyuan knew that this was what Jing Xingsong meant, and nodded immediately: "You apply, and someone will approve it."

Jing Xing and Yan Lianggong can only let them be like this, two mainstays in the entertainment industry in their prime.

For a while, I was actually given a feeling of vicissitudes.

Chu Yunyuan watched the backs of the two vicissitudes gradually drift away, before turning back into the warehouse.

As soon as he reached the warehouse door, he was dragged in by a hand.

Then, with two arms around his waist, Xia Huaixing buried his head in his shoulder.

He said in a muffled voice, "Brother, thank you."

Chu Yunyuan's hands slid up and down behind Xia Huaixing's back a few times, and finally one arm wrapped around his waist, and one hand touched the back of his head.

"You're welcome." Chu Yunyuan patted his head, "Brother should do it."

"Then I'll go back to the practice building to write now." Xia Huaixing said.

"Don't worry." Chu Yunyuan grabbed Xia Huaixing with his backhand and turned on the light in the warehouse, "Come with me."

With that said, Chu Yunyuan pulled Xia Huaixing into the warehouse.

The further you go into the entire warehouse, the longer the things that have been stacked, including the things from the first season of "WAKE", are stored in it.

However, only one small corner was cleaned very clean.

Everything above should have been put in recently.

Chu Yunyuan pulled Xia Huaixing to the front of the pile of things, and picked up the frontmost one - a foldable light tent.

Then he carried the big black bag that the tent was leaning against on his back.

In the end, he only put a small lamp into Xia Huaixing's hand.

Chu Yunyuan pressed the light switch, and a light lit up in Xia Huaixing's palm.

Xia Huaixing looked at this set of equipment, puzzled: "What is this for?"

Chu Yunyuan grabbed Xia Huaixing's wrist again.

Walk briskly between the stacked shelves.

He said, "Take you to elope."

As expected, Chu Yunyuan saw that letter! ! !

Xia Huaixing asked nervously: "...Why elope?"

"It's a place that takes you to do what you think is right."

Chu Yunyuan grabbed Xia Huaixing's wrist, walked up from the warehouse, and ran up the stairs to the highest rooftop.

Chu Yunyuan pushed open the door of the roof, threw the tent on the ground, and it bounced open, and it became a small house.

After setting up the house, Chu Yunyuan removed the bag on his back and unzipped it.

It is five strings.

The small lamp in Xia Huaixing's hand illuminated the strings of the musical instrument in Chu Yunyuan's backpack, emitting a lustrous light.

This is—a very beautiful guitar, from the strings to the body of the guitar, all glow beautifully.

"Perfection itself does not exist, but you are perfection itself."

Chu Yunyuan handed out the Parker pen in his hand, and gave it to Xia Huaixing along with the guitar.

"So write, Star.""

In the sky, at the moment when Chu Yunyuan gave the guitar to Xia Huaixing, a drop of rain suddenly began to fall.

At the same time, Xia Huaixing's heart seemed to be shaken by something.

A lot of music appeared in his ears simultaneously.

Xia Huaixing - took the guitar that Chu Yunyuan gave him, got into the tent, threw away all the paper and pens on his body, Xia Huaixing began to play and write quickly.

Notes had already been written on the back of the paper, so Xia Huaixing turned it over and wrote the score in the space between the lines of Chu Yunyuan's draft.

The rain outside was getting louder and louder, hitting the tarpaulin outside the tent, as if someone was hitting the tent violently outside.

This spring, there was such a heavy rain.

However, the louder the rain, the faster Xia Huaixing wrote with the pen in his hand.

The strings of the guitar next to him were shining—light, stretched like—an unsheathed sharp knife.

The real sharp blade was the pen in Xia Huaixing's hand. He finished writing quickly, and the last note's — was stretched extremely long.

at this time.

— A burst of spring thunder sounded.

Xia Huaixing raised the score in his hand, and he showed it to Chu Yunyuan—interspersed between Chu Yunyuan's handwriting, the beating notes have an indescribable beauty even if you look at it this way.

His eyes were burning hot.

"It's done!" Xia Huaixing said.

Xia Huaixing's chest heaved, and he felt that his tears were about to come out.

It was written, finally written.

The music score that he thought was satisfactory.

He was finally able to hand Chu Yunyuan the score.

Perfection really does exist.

At the moment when Chu Yunyuan reached out to take the music score, Xia Huaixing withdrew the entire paper.

He sprinkled the score casually, dragged the guitar and hugged it in his arms, and said, "I'll play it for you."

Chu Yunyuan watched Xia Huaixing's movements, and after a while, the smile on his face deepened.

Chu Yunyuan replied - good, and his next move was to stand up.

Chu Yunyuan unzipped the tent, stepped out of the tent, and walked into the rain.

It was so windy and windy outside, the moment Chu Yunyuan stepped out of the tent, his whole body was drenched.

He was wearing a white T-shirt, wet from the rain, with beautiful abs.

Their little tent had no nails, and the whole tent dangled like an island.

In the shaking door frame, Xia Huaixing saw the background lights of the base glowing in the afterglow, forming a gorgeous background.

Chu Yunyuan lifted his drenched forehead hair.

"Play it." Chu Yunyuan said, "I'll also give you a piece of music—a dance that belongs to it."

The author has something to say: No one else can save you, define you, or help you.

It's okay to take you to elope with that person.

这次真的私奔快乐啦！感谢在2021-06-0823:40:20~2021-06-0923:14:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Sijiu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!