Aquaman sends the scumbags to the crematorium

Lin Jianxi followed Sheng Mingfeng into the music room that he specially used to compose and arrange music. The space inside was very large, with many musical instruments and some simple but professional recording equipment.

Facing the door is a long table, the tablet computer is standing on the side, the video playing is paused at this moment, the corner mark "My friends and I" is very eye-catching, it is impressively the variety show that the two of them recorded before !

"Brother Feng, didn't you say you were writing songs?" Lin Jianxi immediately looked at the young man beside him in surprise, his eyes widened, "Why did you watch our show alone?"

"I... looking for inspiration." Sheng Mingfeng moved his long legs unnaturally, and leaned stiffly against the cabinet.

"Looking for inspiration?" Lin Jianxi pointed at the screen with a suspicious expression.

I saw that the picture above just paused on the close-up of him, the young man lowered his head slightly, his blushing cheeks looked like a fresh and juicy peach, clearly showing someone's whimsy.

"Uh——" Sheng Mingfeng somehow felt the embarrassment of being peeped through, swallowed down his saliva and said indiscriminately: "Yes, yes, I was just in the bottleneck period, and I watched some variety shows to decompress."

He even stepped forward in a panic, slapped the flat black screen aside casually, then pulled out a smirk pretending to be calm, and changed the topic a little bit abruptly.

"By the way, this is the initial version of the new song I just made, listen to it first."

"Okay, then I'll be all ears."

Lin Jianxi was so confused that he led her out of her thoughts, and didn't pursue the previous question any more. She sat on the soft sofa next to her with a smile on her face, with her back straight and her hands on her knees, like a well-behaved elementary school student. It seems that I am ready to listen to music in my spare time.

So the soothing prelude sounded, the organ and the flute overlapped, echoing slowly over the room, like a bell going back in time.

Immediately afterwards, the immature child's voice hummed the tune, the boys were clear and the girls were tactful, interweaving into the most natural and beautiful melody, which made people can't help but follow the heart.

This familiar voice is...

Lin Jianxi turned her head, first carefully distinguishing it for a while in disbelief, and the moment she fully recognized it, her eyes lit up instantly!

"When did you ask them to record it?" The tone was very pleasantly surprised.

"Just when I went to the orphanage that day." Sheng Mingfeng lazily crossed his arms and squinted at him: "You don't think I just made children cry when I went there, and I didn't do anything serious?"

His tone was slightly dissatisfied and questioning, but his eyes were full of smiles.

"Then they all listen to you so much, they can sing whatever they want?" Lin Jianxi raised his eyebrows, feeling a little inconceivable.

Listening carefully, there was even Xuanxuan's voice inside, that little Douding said "Brother is so fierce, brother is a big villain" that day.

"Oh, it took me a long time to coax and deceive, okay?" Sheng Mingfeng snorted when he heard this, and gritted his teeth when he mentioned it.

"Especially that little meat bun, which was ripped off and asked for another [-] lollipops, and it's not afraid of tooth decay!"

"Hahaha!" Lin Jianxi laughed out loud immediately, even his eyes were bent into crescent moons.

But soon, the joyful look on his face faded, and he became a little dazed.

The music didn't stop, and the style of the second half of the song changed significantly, becoming lighter and more comfortable.

In the deep and pleasant voice, Lin Jianxi seemed to see the gurgling water in the forest, heard the cool breeze in the wilderness, and smelled the faint fragrance of flowers.

He even closed his eyes unconsciously.

It's strange, after listening to it for the first time, I can actually hum along.This soft tune seems to have been imprinted in my mind early in the morning, and once I sing it, it will bring out the memories of the past.

"Why, you suddenly thought of writing such a song?" Lin Jianxi couldn't help asking when the song was over.

The young man's brows were gently stretched out, his lips were smiling, and there was still a moist light in his beautiful eyes. The sparkling sparkle was both curious and ignorant, and just one glance made people tremble.

So Sheng Mingfeng suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Why write it?

Because you said a long time ago that when you were young, you especially liked the dean’s mother taking everyone out for an outing, running around in the fields, looking at the green mountains and green waters, going down to the pond to catch fish and shrimps, and resting happily when you were tired.

Because you always say that you miss the old days, the mother of the dean is very good, the auntie of the nurse is very good, the grandpa Wu who teaches guitar is very good, and I will protect you when you are bullied.

In fact, the orphanage is not such an important memory for me. After so long, many things have long been blurred, but you care about it very much.

I wrote it because I thought of you.

Sheng Mingfeng's eyes flickered slightly, his thin lips moved, but he stopped when he wanted to say something, and finally he just took a light breath, with his usual flamboyant smile on his mouth, looking at him idly.

"It was just a sudden inspiration, and then I wrote it. There is no special reason."

"Does it sound good?" He raised his eyelids and asked casually, but the hand beside him quietly clenched the hem of his trousers.

Lin Jianxi nodded desperately.

"Then...do you like it?" Sheng Mingfeng asked again, his voice very soft.

Lin Jianxi continued to nod.

"It's beautiful, like a memory from the past." He tilted his head and laughed, adding another sentence.

So the blond-haired youth finally grinned the corners of his mouth, then raised his lips higher and higher, and finally showed a foolish smile.

At the same time, Fu Linbei's office changed from the deserted one in the past, and the serious atmosphere was swept away. From time to time, brisk talking and laughing could be heard, and various strange sound effects and background music could be faintly heard.

When Secretary Jin entered the door, he saw his boss quietly staring at the computer screen without saying a word, his eyes were soft and shining, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a smile from the bottom of his heart. He was so startled that he almost staggered.

What is wrong with this?

"Boss Fu, your espresso." He suppressed his confusion, bowed respectfully and put the coffee on the table lightly, glanced at it inadvertently from the corner of his eye, and immediately laughed clearly.

"Oh—so I was watching Mr. Lin's program."

As a high-quality personal assistant of human beings, Jin Jiang not only has to know the boss's work schedule well, but also pays attention to his private life, which naturally includes his love life. Lin Jianxi's appearance on the show is his first time. One discovered and reported to Fu Linbei.

Hearing this, the handsome man nodded, picked up his coffee and took a sip, then he seemed to suddenly think of something, and his movements suddenly stopped.

"How's the evaluation of Jianxi on the Internet?" He slightly bent his index finger, tapped the table twice, and asked in a deep voice.

The group also owns the entertainment industry. Although Fu Linbei himself doesn't have much experience, he still has a good understanding of the current ecology of public platforms.Although Lin Jianxi's performance is almost beyond reproach, there are always some netizens who can find fault with it.

Especially when the popularity of this variety show remains high and one of the guests is a super popular artist, if a marketing account maliciously guides the content of the show out of context in order to gain attention, it will easily lead to scolding.

In the previous episodes of the show, without exception, people seized on the minutiae to make a big fuss, and none of the show's guests retreated without being attacked. Lin Jianxi was just an amateur with no fan base.

"The comments so far are basically positive. I will continue to pay attention and report to you in time if there are any problems."

"Well." Fu Linbei responded in a low voice, "If there is an unfavorable wind direction in the later stage, it will be handed over to the public opinion department of the Xinghua Branch for handling. Accounts with malicious rumors and insults will be directly reported and banned."

"Understood." Jin Jiang nodded seriously, and said after a while: "However, the attitude of Mr. Lin, a singer friend, is also very important. If they get along well enough..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound on the screen - it was Lin Jianxi and Sheng Mingfeng who were building a tent together.

"Let me come, you just wait on the side." Sheng Mingfeng took a bunch of accessories and started to assemble, waving his hands and trying to drive people aside.

"Let me help you." Lin Jianxi looked at him eagerly, and followed him like a little tail.

"Why can you help me? Are you not tired after working for so long just now like a spinning top?" The blond young man's expression was grim, but the concern in his eyes was obvious.

"Go and rest." Behind the not-so-polite command tone was rare tenderness.

"Then it's hard work, Brother Feng." Lin Jianxi smiled sweetly, and jumped to the side like a rabbit, with a sticky tone, as if she was acting like a spoiled child.

Fu Linbei's breathing was slightly stagnant, his complexion sank almost instantly, and his whole body began to feel cold, even the temperature in the office seemed to drop a few degrees.

Secretary Jin next to him shrank his neck to feel the gust of wind, and was too frightened to breathe out.

"Brother Feng, you are so amazing!" Another exclamation sounded.

The tent was set up after three swipes, Lin Jianxi immediately cheered up, and immediately clapped his hands and praised him generously.

"What's so difficult about it?" The blond young man pretended to relax with his hips on his hips, and the two leaned close to each other affectionately, and got into the same tent, the atmosphere looked familiar and natural.

Snapped--

Fu Linbei pressed the pause button.

"It's really sour."

He lowered his eyes sullenly, and the light and shadow fell on that exquisite three-dimensional face. He was still handsome and extraordinary, but his whole state was wilting like a carrot that lacked water.

So Secretary Jin immediately gave a dry laugh and said, "After all, we grew up together, and it's normal to have a good relationship."

"I mean coffee." The man rebutted him blankly.

Secretary Jin: "..."

He really hated iron for being weak, and finally couldn't hold back and said, "Boss, if you want to talk about chasing people, you have to pay attention to a method and strategy. You have to let people know your attitude first."

Tell me in detail?

Fu Linbei glanced at him. Although he didn't speak, the urging in his eyes was obvious.

If you want to talk about this, I won't be sleepy.

Jin Jiang immediately got excited and started the small class with great interest: "In fact, liking this thing is the same as an exclusivity in our economics, that is, it must be this person. He is the most special to you."

"For example, Young Master Qiao, he used to be so flirtatious, but now he takes care of Mr. Lin. Another example is Mr. Lin's singer friend. I heard that he never pretends to talk, but watching the relationship on the show, he is very fond of Lin. Sir is also very caring."

"So," a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he finally concluded with a wave of his hand: "This kind of special is the most attractive to ordinary people!"

That's right.

Fu Linbei, who had no experience in love, didn't know what was going on. He pursed his lips and said nothing, but signaled him to continue with his eyes.

Immediately, Secretary Jin felt that he was affirmed by his superiors, and he continued to cheer up: "I take the liberty to ask, has Mr. Lin praised you before?"

Fu Linbei answered without thinking: "Of course, he said I'm a good person."

"This is the problem!" Secretary Jin's eyes froze, and his tone was forceful: "He said you are a nice person, he must have thought that you are equally nice to everyone, so you have to let him know that he is the most special in your heart .”

The man frowned: "You mean..."

"I think there needs to be a person to compare. This person has given everything for you, loves him to death, but doesn't get the slightest attention from you. This can prove that you are special to Mr. Lin."

"No." Fu Linbei frowned upon hearing this, and rejected the proposal without hesitation: "How can other people be involved in the matter between me and him?"

"Oh, Mr. Fu, of course it's not that you really want to find such a person, but just let someone perform a few plays." Secretary Jin narrowed his eyes and smiled mysteriously.

acting?

Fu Linbei's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Yes, when the time comes, Mr. Lin will see that you are as ruthless to others as the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and you are only as warm as the spring breeze to him. Isn't it moved by this coming and going?"

hiss--

Fu Linbei thought about it for a while, wondering if he drank too much sour coffee, but at first glance, he really thought it made sense.

Seeing that his attitude was loose, Secretary Jin hurriedly continued to encourage him: "And I think this person must be good enough, have a very strong ability to respond on the spot, and have a close relationship with you and know you well enough to win people's trust. More The important thing is to be able to keep a secret and be trustworthy."

He paused, not knowing why his tone sounded a little excited: "And he has to be a straight guy, he won't be tempted by you, he has no feelings, so he won't pester you about it, and it's best to be someone who is easy to get rid of with money." kind."

"It's hard to find such a person, isn't it?" Fu Linbei frowned.

"Cough—" Secretary Jin coughed lightly, raised his hand to straighten the bow tie around his neck, stood up straight proudly, with his head held high and his face confident.

"What do you think of me?"

Fu Linbei: "..."

The author has something to say: Secretary Jinjiang: I have a special trick for promotion and salary increase—the wealth code Lin Jianxi, you deserve it!

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