And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

Sheng Zhixin responded, walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

An unexpected voice sounded outside the door: "Mr. Xiao Sheng, it's me."

Sheng Zhixin's body shook suddenly, and after opening the door, he saw Wen Can standing outside the door with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Xiaosheng, how are you doing?"

Seeing Sheng Zhixin's bewildered face seemed to make him very happy, and his eyes were even more crooked with a smile: "Oh, why don't you invite me in for a sit down?"

Sheng Zhixin numbly turned to his side and watched him enter the room.

The reason why he was numb was firstly because he didn't expect to see Wen Can here, and secondly because he felt that Wen Can looked like Wen Gu in a trance.

How could it be like Wen Gu?

Sheng Zhixin came back to his senses, and looked at Wen Can with fixed eyes, trying to find some similarities with Wen Gu on his face, but failed.

The smile on Wen Can's face has always been bright, and his slender eyes are curved, which is undoubtedly very flattering.If this person didn't have a criminal record of prying other people's boyfriends, Sheng Zhixin wouldn't be so displeased with him.

But he still poured Wen Can a glass of water according to the etiquette: "You...why are you here?"

Wen Can was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his face became brighter: "Oh, brother Sheng, don't you know?"

"What should I know?"

"This episode of your variety show is coming to an end, and the guest that was supposed to be invited can't come due to something," Wen Can said, "It just so happens that I am running a costume announcement in Nanjing. Your director team called me for emergency help coming."

Sheng Zhixin rubbed his cup hand for a moment: "Are you coming to the variety show?"

"Ah."

Wen Can nodded: "Will Brother Sheng not welcome me?"

Sheng Zhixin raised his eyes and looked at him very carefully.

In all fairness, he actually didn't have much malice towards Wen Can.

Although he robbed his boyfriend first, he robbed his own resources.But if he doesn't snatch it, Sheng Zhixin may still have to take Ai Xin's animal-faced bastard as a good person, continue to work hard for Bright Starlight, and write another [-] fast food songs for him in the new year.

I will still respect and be afraid of Wen Gu, without the special treatment of eating and chatting together and being taken care of now, and still writing unnutritious saliva songs, this is the way it is in this life.

Thinking of this, Sheng Zhixin's eyes became more sincere: "No, I welcome it."

Wen Can choked on his answer, and the smile on his face faded: "Is that so?"

Sheng Zhixin raised his head, and the strange feeling of "Wen Can looks like Wen Gu" reappeared.

"I also hope that Mr. Sheng won't be too hostile to me. After all, we still have to cooperate in a variety show." Wen Can's expression was only cold, but he immediately smiled again, "Multiple friends are better than many enemies ,Is it?"

Just as Sheng Zhixin was about to speak, the cell phone in the back room rang.

He said to Wen Can, "Pick up the phone", then hurriedly stood up and left.

The smile on Wen Can's face disappeared instantly.He reached out to touch the storage compartment under the table, and found a stack of draft paper full of musical notes, took out his mobile phone and quickly took pictures of each one, and then stuffed them back intact.

Almost as soon as he finished all this, Sheng Zhixin came out from the back room.

The expression on Wen Can's face changed to concern at the right time: "Is there something urgent?"

Sheng Zhixin shook his head: "I don't know who called me, but I hung up as soon as I got there."

The smile on Wen Can's face became stronger, and he stood up and bowed slightly to him: "In that case, then I won't bother you any more. Brother Sheng, you are busy, I will go first."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the door very consciously, and in the middle of the walk, he had time to throw Sheng Zhixin a coquettish look back at him.

Sheng Zhixin felt a little numb at this look, and quickly closed the door.

Why do you think he looks like Wen Gu?

I'm afraid that I've been thinking about the relationship with Wen Gu recently, and I'm bewildered.

After he entered the bathroom, he washed his face with water. The sleepiness just now disappeared, and he sat at the table and took out a stack of draft papers from the storage compartment.

During this period of time, apart from completing the tasks of variety shows, he spent the rest of his time writing this song.

It can be said that this song is the first song he wrote completely for himself after writing saliva songs for two years.

Although the recovery process is quite painful, Sheng Zhixin enjoys the joy of suffering and enjoys the feeling of reaping the harvest after planting the seeds with his own hands.

***

Because Wen Can came to say hello in advance the day before, it was not surprising that Sheng Zhixin saw Wen Can at the gathering place the next day.

He talked to Wen Gu on his own: "Mr. Wen, I encountered a problem when I was writing the demo last night. I..."

Wen Gu didn't answer, but his eyes lingered on Wen Can thoughtfully.

Sheng Zhixin looked up suspiciously: "...Teacher Wen?"

Wen Gu came back to his senses: "What did you say?"

This seemed to be the first time Wen Gu lost his mind while chatting with him.

Sheng Zhixin repeated the question he had just asked, and just as Wen Gu was about to answer, Lin Zijin put his arm on Wen Gu's body: "Do you think he looks like a person?"

"Who?"

"You still ask the question knowingly," Lin Zijin sneered, "Don't you know who you are like?"

Sheng Zhixin was terrified after hearing their conversation.

Could it be that the strange feeling I had yesterday was not an illusion?

Lin Zijin also thinks that Wen Can looks a lot like Wen Gu?

Before he had time to ask, the director had asked someone to toss a coin.

In fact, after a few episodes of the variety show, Sheng Zhixin has almost seen that this is a variety show that wants to follow the line of national music inheritance and tries to integrate the international and traditional.The types of music include folk music from Yunnan, rap from Qingdao, pop music from Shanghai, everything.

Sheng Zhixin gradually understood Wen Gu's intention of letting him participate in this program.

This should be a variety show that can show one's abilities to the maximum. Looking forward and looking back, there is no other show that can match this one.

"According to the usual practice, Mr. Wen, who came to our variety show for the first time, got a special lottery right," the director put a coin in his hand, "yes, let's sit together and listen to the show tomorrow. No, let's sit together tomorrow." Get on stage and sing."

Sheng Zhixin shuddered subconsciously when he heard the phrase "Teacher Wen", and when he came back to his senses, he realized that it was "Teacher Wen" instead of "Teacher Wen".

The sense of weirdness resurfaced in my heart again.

If he remembers correctly, when he caught Ai Xin and Wen Can in bed, Ai Xin seemed to be saying "Teacher Wen".

The difference between the two titles was one word, but it gave him a secret trembling feeling that he could see the truth.

Wen Can didn't say he was lucky or bad, he just said "no", and decided on today's one-day drama learning trip.

Sheng Zhixin was very familiar with this.

His family used to have a drama class before, and he studied with his mother for seven or eight years, and he is considered a half-professional. Although he has neglected practice in recent years, his skills are still there.

As for the others, it was even worse.

The opera teacher is an old man in his 70s and [-]s. He is very strict. He holds a ruler in his hand.

Only on Sheng Zhixin's side would he show a little satisfied smile, and the rest of the time his face would be sullen, as if everyone here owed him 500 million.

The camera also faithfully recorded their every word and deed. It is not acceptable to put your face down, be lazy, or fish for fish. When they are cut out and shown on TV in front of the people of the whole country, it is a proper act of begging and scolding.

Lin Zijin has been delicate since he was a child, and he was born with a high understanding of dancing, so he never suffered so much when he was singing and dancing in the boy group. Today, he was beaten enough by the ruler. Crying: "Xiao Sheng, I am so miserable."

Sheng Zhixin took out his little notebook again, and just found a place where the camera couldn't see, and wanted to write a few sentences. When he saw Lin Zijin's expressionless face, he felt amused again: "Just bear it and it will pass." .”

"That has to be tolerated!"

Lin Zijin gritted his teeth: "I've never been beaten so much, it's too much."

"This is how I learned opera," Sheng Zhixin said, "My family has always held a juvenile opera class. In my grandfather's time, he also carried a ruler like this. When he was not serious about practicing basic skills, he would beat him up without mercy. , My mother was beaten many times.”

This is the first time he has brought up his family so naturally.

Lin Zijin's heart skipped a beat: "Your mother is an opera singer?"

"I sang it," said Sheng Zhixin, "but I stopped singing it later."

"So you're still an artist, so no wonder you like these things too." Lin Zijin nodded, and continued to ask casually, "What about your father? Your father is also an artist?"

Sheng Zhixin's hand tightened for a moment, then he quickly sent it away, and smiled as if nothing happened: "No, my dad left early, I don't know what he does."

If it wasn't for being close, Lin Zijin wouldn't have been able to notice his gaffe just now.

"The rest time is coming to an end, I'm going to the bathroom."

He put the small notebook back in his pocket and stood up, hurriedly left Lin Zijin and went to the bathroom.

Sheng Zhixin stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself for a long time. After taking a deep breath, he picked up a handful of water and threw it on his face.

The memories of those nights seemed to come back again. The unpleasant smell of smoke and sweat were intertwined, becoming a nightmare that he could not escape in his life. He followed him like a ghost until he collapsed and died.

"You will always be my son," said the man, "you belong to me, you cannot escape, you cannot escape for the rest of your life."

He cried, struggled, resisted and pushed people out of the room, piled up the furniture he could find behind the door, and spent day after day in fear and pain.

Sheng Zhixin picked up another handful of water, adjusted his mood and was about to go out when he heard someone rushing in from outside, followed by a muffled "bang" sound of a person's body colliding with the wall.

His walking steps stopped abruptly, and he quickly opened a compartment door and hid in.