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"Little friend," the voice of the person behind him was cold and magnetic, like the tone of a good cello, "Didn't anyone tell you that you shouldn't just open the door and enter this kind of place?"

Sheng Zhixin was startled when he heard the voice, stood at attention and bowed to the person behind him: "Wen...Hi Brother Wen."

Wen Gu was stunned for a moment, and added a bit of a smile to his words: "Don't call me Brother."

Want to get close?

Sheng Zhixin took a deep breath, and changed his address neither humble nor overbearing: "Hello, Mr. Wen."

Wen Gu was noncommittal about his title: "How long are you going to bow?"

Only then did Sheng Zhixin raise his head, and then looked at the person in front of him in disbelief and lost his mind.

The first and second encounters were when he was so drunk that he had no time to see what this legend looked like.

There are many boring netizens who comment on Wen Gu on the Internet. From his long hair to his facial features, the final conclusion is that fortunately he has millions of retouchers, otherwise it is estimated that he would not be able to see without makeup.

This time Sheng Zhixin saw the real person with his own eyes, and there was only one thought in his mind.

This guy is too fucking good looking.

It really wasn't fair when God created man.

Seeing him straighten up, Wen Gu stood silently on the spot, stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Scared?"

Sheng Zhixin quickly came back to his senses, and followed Wen Gu to the depths of the corridor.

He struggled for a moment, and just as he was about to talk about something serious, he heard the people around him say: "I invited you here so abruptly, without asking for your permission in advance, you shouldn't be angry with me, right?"

Sheng Zhixin was caught off guard by this question.

Shouldn't Wen Gu feel that being able to come to his party is his high praise?Shouldn't you take the opportunity to sneer?

After all, he had criticized himself a lot in the past.

What should I say to be decent?

Unexpectedly, Wen Gu seemed to have misunderstood his silence: "Are you really angry?"

"Nothing," Sheng Zhixin said, "Actually, I should thank Teacher Wen for giving me this opportunity."

Wen Gu seemed to be satisfied with this, and led him to the door of the private room without saying a word.

Sheng Zhixin was still thinking about his mission. Seeing that Wen Gu was about to push the door in, he was anxious: "Teacher Wen, wait, I have something to tell you."

Wen Gu seemed surprised and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

Sheng Zhixin's breath was suffocated again.

He claimed to have met a lot of handsome men and women in the circle, but he couldn't explain what happened today, and was teased several times by Wen Gu invisibly along the way.

Maybe beauties are like this, there is no extra action, just a smile and a raised eyebrow can make people fall.

He calmed down and said softly, "Mr. Wen, there is another...artist in our company who wants to come, and then our general manager said that there is one spot left in the show, and then you can see if you can..."

Sheng Zhixin was too nervous to see him, and several words popped out of his mouth, and he spoke incoherently.

Wen Gu looked at him in silence for a while, then slowly leaned forward, looking at him with some scrutiny: "Ask me to do something?"

Sheng Zhixin looked at those beautiful phoenix eyes, his heart was beating non-stop in his chest, and those thoughts of "being tough and dignified" just now dissipated, and he nodded with a burning face.

Wen Gu raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Is there any reward?"

Sheng Zhixin blinked, breathed lightly, and was led away by Wen Gu when he replied, "What reward do you want...?"

He took a step back subconsciously, but saw the man standing up straight with a smile: "It depends on your performance. If you perform well tonight, I will think about it."

The aura is too strong.

Before Sheng Zhixin had time to play tricks in front of him, he was blocked back without any leaks.

Before he breathed a sigh of relief, Wen Gu opened the door behind him, and a hearty voice came from inside:

"Boss Wen, why did it take so long to pick up someone?"

Wen Gu smiled and said, "I said a few more words to the kid on the road, so I'll apologize to you."

Who is the kid now?

You're not a few years older than me, okay?

Sheng Zhixin followed his gaze cursingly, but almost bit his tongue.

Quan Zi'an.

The talented director who won three awards at the first foreign film festival in his 20s.

What was the name of the movie that Wen Gu wrote a song for him?

While he was recalling, Wen Gu whispered in his ear, "Say hello."

Sheng Zhixin hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, his mouth was like a rented one, and without thinking, he slipped out a sentence: "Hi Director Quan, I really like your movie called "Solo Dance"."

Quan Zian is at least in his 40s this year, but he doesn't start to put on weight like ordinary middle-aged people.He has a thin build, a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and long hair, which is tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, giving him an artistic look.

The expressions on the faces of the few people present were indifferent before, as if they were not interested in him, but just after Sheng Zhixin finished speaking, everyone laughed together.

what happened?

"My movie is called "The Last Ballet"!" Quan Zi'an's eyes widened, "Do you like my movie or someone's song?"

Damn, I got it wrong.

Sheng Zhixin apologized repeatedly with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I misremembered."

"This is not fun, Xiao...Xiao Sheng, right?" Quan Zian didn't have much anger on his face, but a little teasing, "You will be punished for saying the wrong thing, you know?"

Sheng Zhixin swallowed and nodded.

In this kind of situation, it's not normal not to drink some alcohol.

He was just about to pick up an empty glass on one side of the table to pour wine, thinking of punishing himself with a drink, the person behind him spoke.

With a smile on the corner of Wen Gu's lips, he stretched out his hand to press Sheng Zhixin's shoulder: "Director Quan, we agreed to relax, why do you want to engage in wine table culture?"

Quan Zian blinked, not understanding what he meant: "What?"

"This kid doesn't know how to drink. He likes to bite people when he drinks too much." Wen Gu took the cup away from Sheng Zhixin's hand, "For another punishment, let him sing a song."

Who, who bit? !

A woman in a cheongsam next to her covered her mouth with a fan and tugged at Quan Zian's sleeve: "Boss Wen is protecting his own people."

These words fell into Sheng Zhixin's ears without missing a single word.

Why are you on your own?

The flush ran all the way from his neck to the tips of his ears, but Wen's story had reached this point, Sheng Zhixin could only take a guitar handed over by someone around him.

He raised his eyes quietly, and found that the people who were chatting or playing with their mobile phones just now raised their heads, as if they wanted to listen to his singing seriously.

There are seven or eight people with names and surnames in the entire entertainment industry. Today they made a special trip here to listen to myself sing a song.

Although there were few people, he was more nervous than when he heard the rankings on the night of his debut in the draft.

He let out a breath, his eyes flicked nervously, and finally fell on Wen Gu.

Standing not far from him, Wen Gu took a glass of red wine at some point in his hand, and raised his glass slightly after seeing his gaze.

Can't be ashamed.

The label of "not strong ability and extremely bad attitude" that Wen Gu said earlier could not be implemented.

Sheng Zhixin cleared his throat, holding the guitar that he hadn't touched for a long time, but his technique was not unfamiliar, after sweeping the strings for a few times to test the sound, he sang the first line a cappella.

The song he chose was the "Solo Dance" just mentioned, and it was also the song he sang in the video that became popular three years ago.

It is also my favorite song with 1095 plays in Shengzhixin Music Software.

He was in a daze uncontrollably, the tip of his nose was sour, and he almost shed tears.

It seems that it has been a long, long time since I sang my favorite song in front of so many people.

From signing to drafting to joining the group, he wrote and sang too many songs that he didn't like.Music used to be the softest safe haven in his heart, but after three years, he hated it more and more.

Sheng Zhixin often wonders if he would not be in such pain if he didn't make music, but the proposition "if he didn't make music" is inherently false.

Since you love it, it is impossible not to do it.

After a song was sung, Sheng Zhixinshang was immersed in the melodious coda, insisting on finishing the last part.After the sound of the piano dissipated, he slowly raised his head, and saw the woman in the cheongsam obliquely in front of him gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

Quan Zi'an cleared his throat and asked, "What do you think of this song?"

"Great."

Quan Zian habitually took out a cigarette, glanced at Wen Gu, and put the cigarette back: "Of course the song I chose is good, I just want to ask you how you feel about this song? What do you think of this song?" What is the song about?"

Sheng Zhixin has actually watched the movie "The Last Ballet" several times, but they all went to learn music creation techniques, and the story can be memorized after watching it. It is about a ballet troupe captured by Japanese soldiers in 1944 , Let them perform dances for the officers.But none of these half-grown girls gave in, and they all fell under the bayonet, leaving only the protagonist.

The protagonist agreed to the Japanese request, but replaced the hairpin during the performance with a sharp knife. After dancing the last solo with music, he cut the officer's throat and killed himself by biting his tongue.

The movie is a tragedy, but this song is not sad in terms of words or tune, but rather melodious and powerful. Coupled with the bright red tutu of the protagonist in the movie, ordinary people may find it quite festive after watching it.

But Sheng Zhixin checked the information, and at this time the invasion/invasion/army is at the end of its strength, and the suffering people will soon see the dawn of victory in the war of resistance.The little ballerina in red represents thousands of people who died in the war of resistance, and together they exchanged their lives for the sun of the new era.

It can't be called sadness, but it's more about the unyielding tenacity and hope in the solemnity, like weeds, spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Sheng Zhixin told Quan Zi'an truthfully about his analysis, and finally there was a smile of approval on his face: "You little classmate, you do a good job in reading comprehension."

Sheng Zhixin didn't know whether he was praising or scolding himself, so he didn't dare to answer, so he could only stand up and bow slightly to him: "Thank you, Director Quan."

"Child, come here."

The woman in the cheongsam beckoned for him to pass.Sheng Zhixin glanced at Wen Gu quietly again, but saw that he had already chatted with Quan Zi'an.

Sheng Zhixin was slightly disappointed.

It's a pity that I couldn't see Wen Gu's reaction after listening to himself singing this song.

After singing this song today, his bad impression of his professional field should... have changed, right?

Quan Zi'an couldn't smoke with a cigarette in his hand, which seemed to be scratching his head: "This is the kid you implicated in the trending search? Didn't you say in private many times before that he is not capable enough? Poor attitude? I don’t think it’s a good thing.”

Wen Gu squinted his eyes, followed Sheng Zhixin unhurriedly, saw that he was chatting with a group of insiders around him, and then retracted his gaze: "I may have misunderstood before, I will watch it for another two days."

"What misunderstanding? Haven't you watched all the videos?"

Quan Zi'an snorted: "Didn't you look down on this kind of back door thing in the circle the most before, why did you take the initiative to owe favors to the circle this time? You two can't really be..."

Wen Gu coughed lightly, looked away calmly, and his voice lost the confidence just now: "Someone tripped him up in his company, and it's okay if I snag him by the way. I'll take him as a student, not as much as you think." Something happened."

After finishing speaking, he paused, and added: "It's impossible to find someone in the circle, so don't worry about it."

"I'm waiting for you to slap me in the face, but then again, you still dare to accept students?" Quan Zian's face was quite weird, "You forgot that your last student almost... Forget it, just in case He is the same, what should you do?"

"He will not."

Wen Gu smiled, raised his wine glass and touched the one in Quan Zian's hand: "I know him, he's not that kind of person."

"Didn't you two just meet a few days ago?" Quan Zian was puzzled, "How do you know him?"