And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

Even though the journey was full of dust and dust, Wen Gu still did not lose his demeanor.

There was no expression on his face, but there was a little smile in his voice: "Mr. Xiao Sheng, what a coincidence."

The camera brother finally got the picture he wanted to take, but he just stayed on the sidelines.

With the camera present, Sheng Zhixin was always nervous, and said hello to Wen Gu with some embarrassment: "Morning, Teacher Wen."

Huo Ming, who was following Wen Gu, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing with a "puchi".

"It's getting late," Wen Gu put the suitcase against the bedside table, "You also threw 'yes' when you tossed the coin?"

Sheng Zhixin nodded.The two Africans looked at each other speechlessly, and smiled tacitly, hiding the sadness in their eyes.

A few messages popped up in the small group formed by a few of them, and one of the guests who had chosen "Prince's Castle" sent a photo of the hotel, which almost made Sheng Zhixin cry.

This has to be the standard of a presidential suite.

He zoomed in on the picture, looked right in front of the big brother's camera, and gritted his teeth: "I, Sheng Zhixin, use my character to guarantee my luck is definitely at the level of a non-chief. Since I was a child, I have drawn cards without SSR, and I have bought drinks. Thank you for your patronage. I sue your variety shows for discriminating against Africans with my real name!"

Wen Gu took a sip of water behind him, and said quietly: "And I was kidnapped and boarded the car as soon as I got off the plane, can I ask the director to pay for the mental damage?"

The two reached a united front and jointly complained about the unscrupulous setting of the variety show. Several staff members almost lost their voice with laughter in places that could not be filmed.

When the clock hanging on the wall reached "ten", the big cameraman led the staff reluctantly withdrew from their room.

Wen Gu maintained a decent sitting posture for about half an hour, then changed his posture the moment the door closed, leaned against the head of the bed and sighed: "The filming is finally over."

Sheng Zhixin remembered that he didn't seem to like participating in variety shows very much before, so he was a little curious: "Mr. Wen, didn't you not participate in variety shows before?"

"I've never filmed before, I want to try it out," Wen Gu said, "Are all variety shows like this?"

"no."

Sheng Zhixin's boy group has only appeared in two variety shows since his debut, one is a group show, and the other is to serve as a foil for Ai Xin.

As soon as Ai Xin was mentioned, he became angry, and even when talking about the content of the variety show, his tone was mixed with emotions, and he said that the small game that was obviously okay was very mentally retarded.

Wen Gu looked at the chatterbox starlet in front of him, and smiled a little more in his eyes: "Oh? So recording variety shows is so hard?"

"It's...not bad," Sheng Zhixin said, "It's just that some variety shows are a bit annoying, and they will arrange some vile activities for you, so it's hard to refuse. So, Mr. Wen, why do you suddenly want to record variety shows? ?”

With his coffee position, he can earn a lot just by writing songs, and he doesn't need to use this kind of reality show to make himself popular.

Wen Gu stood up lazily, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack at the door: "Now those directors want to win awards and improve the quality of their works, and they demand more from each other."

There was unconcealable exhaustion in his tone: "I won't take up songs during the recording of variety shows during this period, and take a vacation."

Sheng Zhixin blinked, feeling that Wen Gu was a bit Versailles.

People are busy coming to the variety show for vacation, and I have no job so I finally got an announcement.

People are more popular than dead people.

After Wen Gu hung up his clothes, his inquiring eyes swept over him.

Sheng Zhixin felt blessed for some reason, and blurted out a sentence: "I'll go first, I'll hurry."

Wen Gu froze for a moment, then nodded.

Only then did Sheng Zhixin heave a sigh of relief, realizing that he had guessed right.

Although I had been in contact with Wen Gu before, I was completely terrified and could not communicate "calmly" at all.

In fact, because of that interview, he was hurt too deeply.

Sheng Zhixin thought this way, afraid that Wen Gu would wait for him outside for too long, so he took a hasty shower and came out with wet hair.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wen Gu sitting at the table wearing earphones, frowning, and an ipad in front of him with a metronome running on it.

Wen Gu didn't seem to hear Sheng Zhixin's voice, holding a pencil in his slender and handsome hand, writing and drawing on a piece of draft paper he picked up at random.

May be at work.

Just now I said it was a holiday, but in a blink of an eye I got busy again.

Sheng Zhixin looked at him, looked at the variety show in his hand, and suddenly felt a little guilty, so he dug out his stave notation from the suitcase, put on his earphones, and prepared to grind the one he wrote during the seven days of the Spring Festival. The first demo.

"Change the bmp for this song, it sounds a bit strange now..."

Wen Gu put down the pen in his hand, connected the phone of the person opposite, just said something, but glanced at the person on the other bed from the corner of his eye, and hung up the phone again.

"What's wrong?" Wen Gu suddenly hung up his phone for some unknown reason.

"Someone is sleeping next to me."

Sheng Zhixin was wearing pajamas, and the pajama pants seemed a bit short, with his ankles exposed underneath, as if he was a little chilly, and put a blanket on his legs.The owner of the blanket was wearing a pair of headphones, and his head was dozing off bit by bit.

Wen Gu was typing and talking about the song to the person opposite, while walking slowly to Sheng Zhixin's side, he lowered his head and caught a glimpse of the notebook he was holding in his hand.

Musical notes or numbered notation were written on the stave and then crossed out. Many chaotic lines were piled up intertwined, making it look disorganized. There were also some notes written by Sheng Zhixin in small characters on the side.

After many revisions and grinding, a satisfactory subsection was written, which was neatly copied on a new page.

Wen Gu gently pulled out the staff book from his hand, and was carefully looking at the demo on this page, when the dozing person suddenly woke up.

Sheng Zhixin raised his head in embarrassment, and saw Wen Gu flipping through his staff book, without thinking, he reached out and snatched it back.

"...Wake up?" Wen Gu marveled at the speed of Sheng Zhixin's movements, and glanced at him with a half-smile, "It's hard work."

Sheng Zhixin didn't know if he read what he wrote earlier, and said in a low voice, "Diligence can make up for one's weakness."

"Clumsy?"

Wen gave him a meaningful look, then turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.Only then did Sheng Zhixin heave a sigh of relief, and slowly fell down on the bed, covering his flushed face with the staff.

If he is guilty, God can punish him instead of letting Wen Gu watch the demo he wrote.

He had better not have had time to turn over the first half of this book, he picked up other people's song scores like a pervert, and copied a lot of them later, and he was still a rookie after copying for so long.

Sheng Zhixin sighed, buried his head in the pillow, and howled.

It's strange to say that he can get angry at the general manager, beat up his ex-boyfriend, and manipulate his manager, but he just can't get angry at Wen Gu.

Occasionally I want to be tough, but my little thoughts are like fists hitting cotton, and I can't bounce very high.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly disappeared.Sheng Zhixin turned over in a hurry, pretending to be looking at his mobile phone, but his eyes honestly drifted to the bathroom door.

Wen Gu came out with his mobile phone, and was talking to the person over there while wiping his hair.The man seemed to say something wrong, Mr. Wen stopped wiping his hair, and went back directly according to the voice: "The uncle of Party A can write it himself, and telling him that the bmp is wrong sounds like earthy If he doesn't believe it, then write it according to what he wants, as long as he thinks it sounds good, okay?"

Sheng Zhixin's eyes were glued to him, and he couldn't move away.

The picture of a beauty coming out of the bath takes several lifetimes of blessings to cultivate.

Wen Gu's long hair hadn't been wiped dry, and water droplets flowed down his cheeks, leaving deep and shallow marks on his clothes.He didn't wear his clothes properly, and the neckline was left open, exposing his collarbone and skin.A pair of phoenix eyes were covered by water mist, but they lost their usual sharpness and sharpness.

Sheng Zhixin's heart skipped a beat suddenly.

It's just terrible.

Sure enough, when God created man, it was unfair. I am afraid that he molded all the good-looking things on Wen Gu.

Wen Gu was busy arguing with the poor speaker on the opposite side, when he looked up, he saw the kid sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, staring at him blankly.

"It bothered you?"

Wen Gu put the towel on the drying rack and asked suddenly.

Only then did Sheng Zhixin blink his eyes like waking up from a dream: "No."

"Then what do you think?"

"think......"

Think how you can be so good-looking.

Naturally, this sentence cannot be said, so Sheng Zhixin lied casually: "I wonder why I fell asleep while writing a song just now."

Wen Gu took out a small bottle from the suitcase and put it on the bedside, and sat down on his own bed: "Because you can't make money writing songs."

Sheng Zhixin was silent.

He originally thought that Teacher Wen would give him a set of chicken soup first, such as what you should stick to your dreams and love, but he didn't expect that Teacher Wen would not follow the routine and was very realistic.

"You can make money by writing songs, and someone is following you and urging you to write them. Do you dare to get sleepy?"

As soon as Wen Gu finished speaking, the mobile phone beside him vibrated again.He sneered and turned the volume directly.

"Is it okay to ignore it?"

"It's already twelve o'clock." Wen Gu lay down, picked up the small bottle, poured out a white tablet, put it in his mouth and took a sip of water, "I'll deal with it tomorrow, just let him hang out overnight and let him think about it." Understand, in the end listen to me or stick to his earthy Divine Comedy."

Only then did Sheng Zhixin realize that it was already twelve o'clock, so he turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

It was already midnight, but the hustle and bustle outside did not stop.The shadowy lights fall into the mortal world like stars in the sky, and they have to roll in the world before they are willing to go back.

Sheng Zhixin just closed his eyes, but Wen Gu said softly, "Did you adjust the water temperature in the bathroom?"

Although the environment of this homestay is good, there are some problems with the infrastructure. For example, the water temperature of the shower has a wide range, and if you accidentally turn it too far, you will be burned.

Sheng Zhixin was scalded, so when he left, he thoughtfully adjusted the water temperature to the level he thought was comfortable.

He responded vaguely, turned over, and saw a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes looking at him deeply not far away.

The lights outside were reflected in those eyes, which made his face feel hot.

Sheng Zhixin closed his eyes and pretended to be falling asleep, but he heard him say something softly as if talking to himself.