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Ask for everything.

What are you asking him to do?

Sheng Zhixin was a little nervous for no reason, and swallowed: "What, what's the matter?"

"Your agent should have told you, right?" Wen Gu glanced at him, "I asked Huo Ming to hand over the contract to you."

Sheng Zhixin's charming thoughts paused, and the expression on his face dropped visibly to the naked eye.

He let out a muffled "ah" and nodded: "I said it."

Wen Gu frowned and looked at him: "What? Not happy?"

"No, just..."

Sheng Zhixin didn't want to tell him what he had made up in his head, so he could only muffle: "No."

"Then what do you think?"

It’s not that Wen Gu didn’t want to find a time that was convenient for everyone to sit down and have a good chat. He was too busy to go back, and there were a lot of things waiting to be done by himself, and he was afraid that Sheng Zhixin would impulsively negotiate with the company to terminate the contract. So, I had no choice but to make a bad move and block people in the practice room of the opera class and ask him what he thought about it.

Sheng Zhixin hesitated for a while, then sighed: "I don't know."

From an emotional point of view, he is definitely willing to go to Wen Gu's company, but he is afraid that if he stays by Wen Gu's side for a long time, the ulterior thoughts will become more and more deeply planted in his heart, and he will never be able to get rid of it.

What can he do then?

After hearing what he said, Wen Gu didn't think there was anything wrong. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully: "It's a good thing to think about it. If you don't choose me in the end, I will take it for granted. After all, I am not as gentle and easy-going as Lin Zijin. , probably not a very good boss..."

Sheng Zhixin blurted out: "You are fine."

Wen Gu was stunned for a moment, and those beautiful eyes looked straight at him.

Sheng Zhixin's heart beat faster when he saw it, as if all his little thoughts were exposed in the sun, and there was nowhere to hide.

"Actually, it's because my agent told me that the company doesn't want to let people go."

He lowered his eyes pretentiously, avoiding the man's gaze: "They may open me a new contract, because it seems that my business value is a little higher than before..."

"It's a lot."

Wen Gu corrected him calmly: "Many people should have realized your commercial value by now, but they are all waiting and watching."

"Wait and see what?" Sheng Zhixin asked.

"Does your agent never tell you?"

Wen Gu unceremoniously questioned Lin Monai's professionalism: "Wait and see if you can recognize your own commercial value, and if you know where you should accept the endorsement of variety show commercials and film and television drama resources. If you continue to accept Three or four garbage online dramas, then your commercial value will drop significantly."

Sheng Zhixin's complexion changed: "I took it..."

"What did you pick up?"

"I originally accepted three commercials, one of which was not negotiated, so it was two..."

Sheng Zhixin's voice became lower and lower, and finally shut up completely, not daring to look at Wen Gu.

Looking at the guilty look in front of him, Wen Gu couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Zhixin raised his head suddenly, a little nervous: "Mr. Wen, am I going to be confused again?"

"What are you thinking?" Wen Gu said angrily, "Although the commercial value has declined, it is not so fast. Can you stop thinking wildly?"

Sheng Zhixin heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this.

He wasn't afraid that he would be confused, but that Wen Gu owed favors and put himself in the variety show, and finally made his popularity pick up. What if he decided to hit the street again because of the company's cerebral palsy.

"You really don't know this?" Wen Gu asked with interest, "Lin Monai never told you?"

Sheng Zhixin shook his head: "Just let me sing and write songs, and leave the rest to him."

Wen Gu stared at him silently for a while, then suddenly reached out and stroked his hair: "He's right."

"You don't need to change it, you'll be fine all the time."

***

Although Sheng Zhixin didn't say whose company he would go to in the end, Wen Gu already knew it in his heart.

He was very confident that Lin Zijin couldn't beat him.

Last night, the two of them stayed up late to write the song for the first time today. The effect is much better than the pure opera of the previous day. It doesn’t sound so hard to explain. Although the evaluation of the insider is only "ok", it is definitely enough for the outsider to listen to. up.

"We have released tickets to fans for tonight's performance," said the director. "After all, it is the last episode. Many fans regretted that they did not see Teacher Xiaosheng and Teacher Lin's stage play, so this time we will give fans a round Dream."

Sheng Zhixin glanced at Ai Xin subconsciously, and found that he was looking down at his toes, wondering what he was thinking, and his complexion was also very bad. It was not just because he didn't sleep well the night before.

If the enemy is deflated, he is not a human being if he is not secretly happy.

So he entered the dressing room with this secret joy in his heart, and began to put on his own makeup.

The theme of this issue is the learning and inheritance of Chinese opera, so the director specifically asked Sheng Zhixin to make up by himself as part of the photographer's collection of materials.

Although Sheng Zhixin has been nurtured in this area since he was a child, he definitely can't be said to have done it easily. In the afternoon, he took time between rehearsals to consult a professional makeup artist. Not only did he record the video, but he also filled several pages.

He put on his makeup with 12 points of care, as careful as holding a piece of porcelain, making sure to provide enough material for the cameraman.The big cameraman was very satisfied with his cooperative attitude. After recording, he gestured to him and went out without disturbing him anymore.

Without the interference of the camera on one side, Sheng Zhixin also relaxed, and began to pick out some details that he hadn't noticed just now.Just as he was about to draw his eyebrows with the eyebrow pencil, he heard a "click" from the door behind him.

"Is there anything else to shoot?"

Sheng Zhixin took it for granted that the cameraman had left and returned, and asked a casual question, but the man chuckled and said, "The transformation is not bad."

He froze for a moment, turned his head in a hurry, and saw Wen Gu in the attire of a scholar, looking at himself with a smile on his lips.

"The director asked me to see if there is anything that needs help." Wen Gu stood behind him very naturally, "I don't think there is anything else I can help with."

"not have."

Sheng Zhixin subconsciously called out to him not to let him go, and said a little embarrassedly: "You can... help me draw my eyebrows."

He said it casually, but Wen Guzhen picked up the eyebrow pencil on the table, lowered his head and said, "How?"

Sheng Zhixin's words hadn't come out yet, but his cheeks were already hot. Fortunately, it was covered by thick ink and paint, so others couldn't see the redness.

Wen Gu's thrush's hand was very steady, and the other hand supported his chin, the sharpness between his brows and eyes was narrowed, and the rest was all focused.

It's too quiet in this room.

Sheng Zhixin thought endlessly.

It was so quiet that he had a feeling that his violent heartbeat was infinitely amplified in the room, as if it would be heard by the people behind him.

What if I was overheard?

This kind of heartbeat sound like a drum, how can he explain that he has no ghosts in his heart?

Sheng Zhixin moved his body to ease the embarrassment, but was lightly reprimanded by the people behind him: "Don't move."

"Mr. Wen, have you learned it before?" he asked.

"What have you learned?"

"I've never been good at drawing eyebrows," Sheng Zhixin said. "Whether it's this kind of makeup or normal makeup, drawing eyebrows is like the scene of a car accident."

Wen Gu smiled: "I have helped others draw many times before, so I may be more proficient."

I have painted for others many times.

These words pierced Sheng Zhixin's heart with no seriousness.

When he was a child, he heard the song Yitian Tulong, and the last line "Let him draw eyebrows for you all his life" has been memorized for so long, so that his heart beat so fast when he just heard that Wen Gu wanted to help him draw eyebrows.

It turned out that I was not the most special one of that person.

There were also people who had enjoyed this preferential treatment before him.

The eyebrow pencil was gently placed on the table, and the wide sleeve of the costume swept over the tip of his nose, but what came to his face was the smell of powder, without the woody fragrance that made him feel at ease.

Wen Gu glanced at the person in the glasses, and asked softly, "How are you thinking about the question you asked during the day?"

Sheng Zhixin came back to his senses and subconsciously pursed his lips, but suddenly realized that lip gloss had been applied, so he could only endure these small movements and shook his head slightly: "I have to think again."

Wen Gu lowered his eyes, and his gaze disappeared as soon as he touched his lips: "When are you going to think about it?"

"I......"

Sheng Zhixin closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was more sadness in his eyes.

"Mr. Wen, in fact, you don't have to sign me."

"I can't do anything other than sing. I'm not like them who can act and have a sense of variety. I... can only sing, and I only want to sing. I can't bring you any commercial value."

"There are many other promising and capable rookies you can sign. I can stay in Bright Starlight or find another place to sign. You..."

"You mean you don't want to come?"

Wen Gu interrupted him, and the expression on his face was unexpectedly calm: "These are the reasons?"

Sheng Zhixin gritted his teeth and nodded: "I'm not worth it, I..."

Wen Gu suddenly said, "You deserve it."

Sheng Zhixin was stunned for a moment, and could only look at the person standing behind him from the mirror.

"Because you only want to make music, I am the most suitable place for you," Wen Gu said lightly, "I am not inviting you as a friend, but as the owner of a studio or company. I will not use a The future of everyone in the company is joking with you. If you really have no commercial value as you said, then I will definitely not force you to sign because of love."

After he finished speaking, he frowned, and his face was a little more puzzled: "And who told you that you have no commercial value?"

"Myself......"

"Calling you stupid is flattering you," Wen Gu said mercilessly, "If you go to another company, the itinerary is full of notices without any nutritional value, and you don't even have time to rest or write songs every day. Is that what you want?"

"And I don't. If you only want to write songs, you can write songs for the rest of your life here. Sheng Zhixin, I hope you think clearly."

Write songs for a lifetime.

Sheng Zhixin turned around suddenly, his lips moved slightly, and he saw the man pressing his hand on the doorknob, looking back at him, with a teasing smile on his lips.

His eyes were sharp, and he seemed to see through what he was thinking.

"There is one more thing that I think needs to be explained," he said softly, "The last one I helped Thrush was my mother, and you are the second and last one."