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Sheng Zhixin lay in Wen Gu's arms for a while before getting up, turning his face away from him.

Wen Gu was so disturbed by what he said, he frowned and looked at him for a long time, then asked, "Are you all right?"

Sheng Zhixin shook his head: "It's really fine."

He wiped his eyes indiscriminately: "Are you continuing to study drama?"

Wen Gu took a deep look at him, and suppressed the doubts in his heart: "Some people really don't understand it, and it's really unrealistic to complete it in one day. The director said that if you can't learn it, forget it, and let you change the garden tour in "The Peony Pavilion". Alright, half of the modern national style and half of the original tune, can you do it?"

Sheng Zhixin was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"If it doesn't work, just ask the director directly," Wen Gu said, "I'll just give you one day, it's too tight."

Sheng Zhixin rubbed the score in his hand, and saw that there were already a few points that needed to be changed, and he knew that Wen Gu was actually very excited about this proposal, and he didn't really want to give up.

"I can," Sheng Zhixin said, "try it."

He also had the experience of rushing to write songs overnight, but that time he wrote a rescue song for the group, which was different from this time.

It is said that many opera lovers will come to listen to the opera tomorrow night. Regardless of whether you are a star or not, you will always be praised if you sing well, and you will be booed if you sing poorly.

But there is pressure and motivation.

Sheng Zhixin suppressed those thoughts that had nothing to do with work, and concentrated on thinking about the current drama.

In fact, it would not be impossible to force those guests to act in costumes, but although the director himself is out of tune, he has a high respect for traditional culture and would rather change the plan temporarily than fool around.

Sheng Zhixin probably understood why Wen Guhui cooperated with him.

To a certain extent, the attitudes of these two people towards music are really the same.

He took a pencil and sat down straight on the ground, ready to start working.

I guess I won't be able to go back tonight.

Whenever Sheng Zhixin enters the state of creation, he will absolutely block out all external interference, only the song to be written in front of him is left in his mind, and everything else has nothing to do with him.

Seeing him sitting on the ground, Lin Zijin waved his sleeves to tease him, but was stopped by Wen Gu.

"Look at you being stingy," Lin Zijin muttered, "What's the matter with speaking, you can't even speak when you write songs."

"No."

Wen Gu leaned on the side table calmly, his movements were quite chic: "You don't write songs, so you won't understand."

"What do you understand? Don't you think about tea and rice?" Lin Zijin said, "One of you is like this, and the other is like him. If the two of you really...wait for me to visit on a whim someday, will it be okay? See you two starving to death in the house?"

Ai Xin on the side glanced at him, his face darkened.

Wen Can is a discerning person. He knew that Ai Xin was in a bad mood, so he was so smart that he didn't ask any more questions. He brought the fruit prepared for the guests by the program group, and fed Ai Xin one by one grapes with a fork.

Those who don't know can at most murmur that they have a good relationship, but in the eyes of insiders, it's not the same thing.

Lin Zijin looked at the two of them and felt so disgusting, and said with disgust, "You said that Wen Can knows about Ai Xin's innocence?"

Now Wen Gu gets a headache when he hears Ai Xin's name.

When he rejected Ai Xin's confession before, he thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect that this traitor found a "good thing" that had both aphrodisiac and drug effects, and poured it into his cup without knowing how serious it was. Down a bag.

Then he woke up, of course, in the hospital.Fortunately, Huo Ming kept his mouth shut and didn't let too many people know about it, but the gossip in the entertainment industry always spread very quickly. Within a few days, everyone knew that Wen Gu had entered the hospital, and it was in an advanced ICU. He was rescued overnight. general ward.Condolences and gifts, whether sincere or not, were sent all at once, and Huo Ming blocked the door of the ward with a cold face.

As for why he was admitted to the ICU, only a few trustworthy people around him know.

"He does whatever he likes," Wen Gu said, "he can only be comfortable if he annoys me to death."

Ai Xin's eyes still glanced this way frequently, with an inexplicable eagerness, which made Lin Zijin hairy all over, for fear that if he lost his mind again, he would do some other shocking events.

Sheng Zhixin didn't know the undercurrent was surging here, so he lowered his head and changed the score wholeheartedly.

He has come into contact with a lot of national style songs, but most of them are the fast-food style national style songs that the company requires to put on short video websites. It is very confusing. Most of them use the same chord, and then put formulas in it like writing math problems in high school That's fine.

It can be said that the top national songs on the short video website under Brilliant Starlight are all written by Sheng Zhixin. He knows the routines by heart, but it is not so easy to get out of the routines.

It is actually quite difficult to find something that fits the theme, sounds good, and is not routine.

Sheng Zhixin wears earphones on his ears, frowns tightly, tries again and again, overthrows and starts over again, and every time he starts again, it is better than the last time.

It has been a long time since he thought about how to change so heartily. He was instilled in his ears with the "market choice" by the company's superiors on weekdays. The request was written down numbly and mechanically.

But he doesn't want to now.

Fortunately, I can almost terminate the contract when I go back, when the time comes...

Sheng Zhixin breathed a sigh of relief, put a page of paper aside, rubbed his eyes, then picked up his pen again, when someone beside him suddenly handed him a cup of coffee.

He was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Gu sitting down beside him, with indescribable emotions in his eyes.

"Thank you."

Sheng Zhixin took the coffee and took a big gulp like drinking water, the expression on his face suddenly became weird.

"what happened?"

"A bit...bitter..."

To say it's a bit bitter is an euphemism. Sheng Zhixin has a sweet tooth, and the cup of coffee in his hand probably doesn't add any sugar. It's pure natural and pollution-free. It's bitter from his mouth to his stomach.

Wen Gu came to a sudden: "I'm sorry, I forgot to add sugar to you, I don't put sugar in my coffee."

Sheng Zhixin didn't expect him to make such a mistake, and burst out laughing with a "puchi".

Wen Gu propped his chin to see that he finally smiled, and couldn't help but rubbed his hair: "How is the writing?"

Sheng Zhixin's body froze for a moment, and he tried his best to ignore the messy hand on his head, and handed him the revised paragraph as if offering a treasure: "See if this works."

Wen Gu looked at it for a while, but didn't speak, and finally put down the page, the expression on his face couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, which made Sheng Zhixin a little uneasy.

"Xiao Sheng, what direction do you want to develop in the future?"

Waited for a long time, but only waited for such a sentence.

Sheng Zhixin was a little surprised, but still answered honestly: "I don't know, maybe continue to be popular."

"Why do you want to be popular?"

Sheng Zhixin's answer circled around his mouth and was swallowed back intact.

because of you.

But he didn't dare to say it, and only said vaguely: "The writing has been popular since I joined the company. Transformation is very difficult, so I didn't think about changing it."

Wen Gu rubbed the page of paper in his hand: "Do you consider writing about national customs?"

Sheng Zhixin didn't understand what he meant at first, but after thinking about it for a while, he understood - it was a roundabout praise for his song modification.

The unhappiness of the moment before disappeared, and there was a little surprise in his eyes: "Can I write it?"

Wen Gu looked at him with a hint of "seeking praise" on his face, but he didn't say the words of praise in the end, and replaced it with "It's okay", and then found out a few bars and slightly changed them to make the voice change and key change more natural.

But Sheng Zhixin didn't feel regretful at all, after all, being able to get a "yes" from Wen Gu was something that he had never expected in the past.

"Do you want me to help?" Wen Gu asked, "If it's just you, I'm afraid..."

Sheng Zhixin quickly refused: "No, I will do it myself."

After speaking, he seemed to feel that his tone was a little blunt, and added: "Mr. Wen, believe me, I can definitely do it."

It seems that the sleepiness just now dispelled the sleepiness, or maybe he was doing something he likes, so not only is he not sleepy now, but his head is turning quite fast.Although it was already close to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, if he was given another song and asked to change it, he could still change it.

Seeing the frenzied light in his eyes, Wen Gu seemed to see himself in a trance, then stretched out his hand to rub his head after being slightly startled: "Pay attention to your body."

He didn't notice the tenderness contained in this sentence, but it broke into Sheng Zhixin's heart directly, causing a lot of waves.

This guy is really flirtatious.

Sheng Zhixin's heart beat a few beats faster, and he quickly said silently not to have other miscellaneous thoughts about his teacher, and turned his eyes elsewhere.

A "boom" sounded from the side, pulling him out of the charming atmosphere.Several people looked sideways, and saw Ai Xin knocking the bowl to the ground, Wen Can was stunned beside him, and the opera teacher in front of him was flushed with anger.

"What are you crazy about? You can't listen to a few words, can you?" The originally kind-hearted old man was so angry that his hands were shaking, "I can't say that? If you stars can't say it, do you still want to perform this play?"

Ai Xin looked away without saying a word.Someone around him was secretly videotaping, and when he saw it, he reached out and went straight to grab the camera.The director team couldn't tell what they were suffering, so they hurriedly stepped forward to mediate.

Sheng Zhixin moved his lips, but Wen Gu pinched his chin and turned his head away: "Don't look at these useless things, write your songs well."

Turning his head like this, he happened to see Wu Tong who was not far away was continuing to receive the training of action guidance with a serious face, holding two guns in his hands, like a god descending from the earth, with "justice and dignity" written all over his body.

It seems that it does not match the style of Kunqu opera.

Sheng Zhixin watched his movements with rapt attention, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, he pushed aside the draft paper in his hand, and picked up a new one.

"What's wrong?" Wen didn't know why, "Do you want to change it?"

"I suddenly had an idea." Sheng Zhixin's face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with surprise, "I was wondering if it would be possible to string together the lyrics of operas and make it bigger?"

Wen Gu frowned: "You have a good idea, but it feels like...the workload is a bit heavy."

Sheng Zhixin shook his head: "It's not big, I can."

I don't know if this is the first time he said "I can" today, but Wen Gu really likes to see his self-confidence.

He reached for a page of draft paper: "Let me help, you can't finish writing alone."

Sheng Zhixin's pen stopped: "Teacher, I..."

"I let you write by yourself before to see how far you can write," Wen Gu said. "Now I have changed my mind. I am very interested in your new proposal."

After he finished speaking, there was a bit of a smile in his voice: "A competition? Teacher Xiao Sheng?"