I heard that the actor has tracheitis

"Why did you suddenly ask this question?" Pei Shaoling always felt a little weird. This kind of question is not like what Anjing would ask, and he never cared about other people's Weibo. Why is it so sudden now? Interested in his Weibo?

An Jing rolled her eyes, and said very naturally: "No, I was suddenly told by fans that I blogged very little, and then I suddenly found out that you are a great god, and the film king posted less than me, so I wanted to ask Come on, don't you have any publicity in your studio?"

"Of course there is. It's just that I don't need to do the promotion. Have you ever seen the president of the company personally promote his own studio?"

"Of course there is." An Jing also replied with the tone he had just said, "So many celebrities have opened their own studios, but when they promote themselves, they are also promoting their studios."

Pei Shaoling sighed helplessly, "Okay, don't mess around, just tell me, what exactly do you want to say."

Anjing: "..."

In fact, he couldn't make it up anymore, thinking that this person would not tell the truth anyway, so Anjing simply hung up the phone, leaving Pei Shaoling who looked at the phone blankly.

Clicking on Weibo again, An Jing silently followed that account.

In this way, the days of the two of them secretly posting and watching secretly began like this.

After half an hour, there was nothing, and the reminder popped up again. Anjing clicked on it and couldn't help laughing. Does this person have two personalities in his heart? Unserious, but is such an unscrupulous side hidden so deeply?

I saw that the latest content was: "My lover suddenly became very strange, and I expressed that I was very confused."

As soon as this microblog came out, several comments were posted quickly: "I always feel that adults are posting very frequently today. This is spring is coming, are you restless?"

"Has it changed from one meal of dog food a day to three meals a day? If this continues, I will... I will continue to pay attention to you..."

"I really want to know what the adult and the adult's baby look like. If it is two handsome guys, my God, I dare not think about it. The picture is so beautiful."

"Sure enough...the good men are all together."

……

Not to mention, An Jing felt a little surprised when he saw it. The fans of this person are also very amazing. Winning the wind who finally finished the call watched him staring at the phone with a strange smile on his face. He walked over curiously and looked at it. A few glances.

"Whose Weibo is this, you are so happy browsing?"

An Jing looked up at him, thinking of a certain man sitting at the desk, typing out such indecent words with a serious face, couldn't help laughing, "It's nothing, just a Weibo from an interesting fan."

"Interesting fan?" When he said this, Yingfeng became even more curious, looked down at the ID name carefully, and smiled instantly: "Isn't this the fan who wants you to lose your job? He is very popular in the fan group now .”

"Well, it's him, his Weibo is quite interesting." Although she took off her vest, An Jing didn't plan to share it, so before Yingfeng said he wanted to read the content, I saw him He raised his head and asked, "Do I have a trumpet?"

Yingfeng couldn't help being taken aback, "Do you have a Xiaoxi number?"

An Jing thought he was repeating herself, and nodded, "Well, do I have a trumpet?"

"Do you have a trumpet?" Yingfeng repeated it again, then got up and looked at An Jing's expression to fully express his surprise, "You have a trumpet and you actually asked me? That's your trumpet and not mine Trumpet, why did you ask me if you have a trumpet, or did you say you secretly applied for one yourself?"

Catching the flash of fury in Yingfeng's eyes, and knowing that he has always been sensitive and caring about these things, An Jing quickly shook her head, "No, I don't, I just asked you if I have one because I don't have one."

"So you mean you want to apply for a trumpet?"

After listening for a long time, Yingfeng felt as if he had just understood what he meant by asking this question.

This time, Anjing nodded even faster, "Well, is it okay?"

For the time being, I don’t know why he applied for a trumpet, but after thinking about the recent events, Yingfeng nodded reluctantly: “If you want to apply, you can, but you must tell me if you apply, so that you will be considered as being rejected. At least I still know what to do to stop the trouble in time."

"Okay, sure."

Anjing smiled slightly, and was excitedly holding her mobile phone to open the registration account, when Yingfeng called again, but this time, it seemed a little different, Yingfeng glanced at Anjing, and said in a low voice, "Yes Mini", then connected the phone and pressed the speakerphone.

An Jing listened silently at the side.

"Hey, it's Anjing's manager, is it Yingfeng?"

"Yes, I'm Yingfeng, may I ask Mr. Meany what's the matter?"

"It's like this. The singer who will be in charge of singing this fashion week suddenly caught a cold, but it's too late for a temporary replacement, so after discussing it, we decided to temporarily change the song, but if it is a song change, your artist may be needed. Anjing help."

Anjing and Yingfeng looked at each other in amazement at the same time, "If it's not changing people but changing songs, why use Anjing?"

"It's like this, because his previous songs were more intense and high-spirited, but because of a cold, he can't sing songs with too many ups and downs, so after discussion, they decided to sing songs that fit the theme. My Faith" and "Stand Firm", I wonder if you have heard these two songs?"

Yingfeng looked at Anjing very blankly, "Have you heard of it?"

An Jing's expression was a bit complicated. He felt that he might have guessed what he was going to do. He was firm. He hadn't heard of it, but he had heard of my belief. It was a very heroic but very successful movie before—a movie about soldiers. The theme song, and this song is different from other songs in that it can be sung a cappella, but it must be accompanied by an instrument.

If it’s a piano, it’s okay, but the key is that it can’t be integrated with all modern instruments. It always feels that when put together, it doesn’t feel so masculine, and it becomes a little weird.

In the end, the composer suddenly thought of using an ancient musical instrument. After trying many instruments, he settled on Guzheng.