The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Wang Ye left the company at three o'clock in the afternoon the next day. Shen Moyan told him that there was a temporary work arrangement, and he was preparing for the new album in the rehearsal room, and asked him to come later and the two went directly to dinner.But our first young master Wang couldn't sit still at all, we dealt with the necessary documents quickly and dumped the blame on An Jia, and sneaked away to meet Xiaoqing by ourselves.

While driving, Wang Yeqixing downloaded Shen Moyan's songs to his mobile phone and connected them to the car's audio system to play. As soon as the music came out, Shen Moyan's quiet and bright singing filled the entire car.

The melody inherits his consistent ancient Chinese style, coupled with the modern rhythm of R&B, the two are well integrated, and it is definitely the best work in the domestic music circle.

Wang Ye took a look at the title of the song at the red light. It was Shen Moyan's famous song "One Hundred Years of Solitude". Its vocals did not resemble the European-style explosive power of a modern starlet, but it had the soft and graceful timbre of Peking Opera. When Wang Ye came to his senses The green light on the road was on, and Didi honked impatiently from the vehicle behind to urge him. He frowned and stepped on the accelerator to continue driving towards the rehearsal room.

In a trance, a line of lyrics came to his ears: "I came from hell, I walked with the demon, I wept blood from the nightmare, I was sealed by the curse, I was lonely in the abyss for a hundred years, I watched the dawn from the darkness." Sorrowful, Wang Ye subconsciously picked up his mobile phone to look at it, and the lyrics and music were written by the singer himself.

What is Shen Moyan mourning?What are you complaining about?An unexplained sense of strangeness enveloped Wang Ye's mind, and some memory fragments flashed across Wang Ye's mind, his nerves suddenly pulled out, and he made a sharp turn and stopped on the side of the road.

The red cheongsam, the long-haired boy whose face can't be seen clearly, the cowardly and tearful whispers, and a man, a man in a brocade suit and gold silk embroidered gown, standing in front of a desk in an old house and writing, Wang Ye wanted to catch him. What, hurriedly walked to see what happened, but the man suddenly raised his head, and the moment they looked at each other, it was a face that was exactly the same as his!

"Ah!" Wang Ye immediately opened his eyes and panted heavily. Just now he was unconscious for a short time.Where is it in the picture?Who is that person who looks exactly like him? !Breathing gently, Wang Ye wanted to continue recalling, but his mind was blank, as if a piece of a jigsaw puzzle was incomplete and could not be completed no matter what.

In a daze, the phone vibrated suddenly, Wang Ye was startled, picked it up and saw the message from Shen Moyan, and asked him if he was leaving.

Wang Ye shook his head, restrained his emotions and replied to the text message.

It was a full moon today, and the little lover was still waiting for him. He shouldn't think about it anymore, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore. He lit a cigarette, rolled down the car window to calm himself down, and stepped on the gas pedal again after a while to continue moving forward.

When he arrived at the rehearsal room, Shen Moyan was discussing something with the music producer. There were pianos, drums and other musical instruments in the room. He stood quietly at the door and watched the man's handsome profile become more gorgeous under the sunlight. Also swing a smile.

Shen Moyan seemed to be aware of the movement, he looked up and saw that it was him coming, and the narrow and long eyes flashed with brilliance.

"You're here." The man smiled lightly and walked up to him, asking for a kiss without being shy at all.

"Cough," Wang Ye's face was a little hot, and he couldn't help rubbing Shen Moyan's head with a dry cough, and replied, "I'm here to pick you up for dinner."

"I will meet again. Today is Jiang Productions to discuss the style of the new album. I will be ready before six o'clock." The man explained, pulled him in and sat on the sofa, and turned his head to introduce: "This is Wang Ye, the director of Wang's Long," turned around and said, "This is made by Jiang."

Although the words were simple and did not expose the identity, the producer nodded to Wang Ye knowingly and said hello, and was not curious about the relationship between the two. He is indeed a top gold medal producer in the entertainment industry.

After Shen Moyan settled down, he walked to the drum set, and continued to discuss the style with Jiang Zao. Then he picked up the drumsticks and beat them, his movements were coherent and orderly, and he was very proficient.

Jiang Zao nodded in appreciation, and suggested that the other party play the guitar. Shen Moyan smiled and went to pick up the instrument, and then played a melody, and the fingering was also skillful and the tone was pleasant.

In front of them, the two are constantly discussing the style of the new album and putting forward new ideas, mainly struggling to add rock elements or focus on martial arts style.Wang Ye listened with gusto and didn't feel bored. When Shen Moyan was messing around in the past, he thought he was just an idiot in a vase, like other second-rate stars relying on his body to rise to the top. Today, he said that this little guy's talent is probably far more than what he shows now. two.

"Mo Yan is very powerful, isn't he?" A mellow male voice sounded behind him, Wang Ye followed the sound, and Shen Muyun was standing next to him, tilting his head and making a wicked smile: "Dong Wang is in a good mood today, and we are here too." Inspect the company."

If the words were lukewarm, Wang Ye also heard that the other party was not kind. He raised his eyebrows and didn't want to care about it. He took out a cigarette and asked pretendingly, "Would you like one?"

"Okay." Shen Muyun was not polite, patted him on the shoulder, took the cigarette, and walked to the sofa and sat down side by side.Putting his head down and lighting the cigarette, Shen Muyun took a sharp puff and looked at the figure not far away, slowly evoking a smile with an inexplicable meaning: "Mo Yan knows many kinds of musical instruments, domestic and foreign, he himself has explored a lot before. .”

Wang Ye also lit up the cigarette, and looked at the man in the long gown while puffing, his tone full of admiration: "It can be seen that he is indeed talented."

"Oh," Shen Muyun sneered noncommittally, looked at him in a blink of an eye and said, "I've only heard that Dong Wang likes to play with famous ladies before, why are you interested in men again?"

The aggressiveness inside and outside of the words is self-evident. Wang Ye is used to these big winds and waves, so he doesn't care much about Shen Muyun's attacks with guns and sticks. He snorted back: "It seems that President Shen knows my private life very well. .”

"Chairman Wang has a nickname, so it's hard not to know." Shen Muyun raised his legs, knowing that his suit and leather shoes exuded a beastly aura, and said unhurriedly: "Mo Yan is different from those coquettish sluts out there. , He hasn't had much contact with complicated things in the circle since he debuted for 8 years. But he can't play with your tricks."

Shen Muyun paused, he wanted to tell Wang Ye that he had protected Shen Moyan for many years, and he only hoped that the man would be happy just by making music.But in the end, he was too lazy to talk to Wang Ye, and simply turned to sarcasm: "He can't understand the filthy things you do behind your back. If you are really sincere to him, the trouble is still to be high-handed. Everyone does not offend the river." good."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Ye snorted coldly in his heart, played with the engraved lighter in his hand and joked: "Boss Shen cares about his artists, but it seems that your artists don't care about you that much."

Just as the meaningful sentence was being said, Shen Muyun was depressed. He frowned and didn't even want to put it on. He turned around and pulled Wang Ye's collar and gritted his teeth: "It doesn't matter to you what I do to him. You guard that shit. Group, don't appear in front of Shen Moyan! Otherwise, you will regret it sooner or later!"