Brilliant

The two lived a life of sweetness for a few weeks, and Wen Mingyuan joined the crew. Fortunately, most of the shooting of "The Skeleton Crown" took place in the studio. Go elsewhere to shoot.

However, once the filming started, the chances of the two meeting each other were much less. Occasionally, when they met, they just hugged and chatted for comfort.

Mo Beicheng's new song has reached the stage of polishing. This song has a special meaning to him. He hopes that the production and promotion of this song will be carried out by his own studio.However, Mo Beicheng suffers from not having a reliable singer in his studio. Needless to say, Jiang Haishan has nothing to do with music.Gao Yue sang a few lines, you can listen to it, but if you want to say it well, it's pure nonsense with your eyes open.Yuan Ai wanted to try it, but Mo Beicheng heard it and thought it was just that.

As for Mo Beicheng himself, according to Mo Nanxuan, his singing voice was better than Mo Beicheng's singing when he scalded pig skin with a red-hot knife.

Mo Beicheng was worried about where to find a singer, but Jiang Haishan paid him attention.

There are many resident singers in the bars in the capital, and some of them are really good, but it's a pity that there is no chance to become popular. Mo Beicheng can try there.

Hearing this suggestion, Mo Beicheng went to the bar to try his luck that night. He went to several bars in one go. The singing he heard was unbearable, so Mo Beicheng had to go to the shabby bar on the corner of the street, but there, Mo Beicheng Met a girl who could sing well.

The girl's face was painted with thick smoky makeup, and she was wearing a leather jacket. She was not a beauty in the public's aesthetics today, but in Mo Beicheng's view, she had a unique charm.

Mo Beicheng went to several stores but couldn't find a suitable singer. Now he met a good-looking one, so he went straight to the point and gave some tips. He walked up to the stage and took out his violin, and asked the girl to match him Singing on the violin, if it is suitable, choose her.

The girl looked at his rich and powerful appearance, thinking that he was the second generation ancestor of some molesting singer, the girl rolled her eyes and asked, "Will you play Habanera?"

Mo Beicheng frowned, yes he would, but he never thought that the singer would make such a request.

Mo Beicheng nodded, recalling the classic fragment of "Carmen" in his head. He focused on the girl's inhalation movement, and the first note blended perfectly with the girl's libretto.

But Mo Beicheng didn't expect that the girl was not singing French, but serious Chinese.

"Love is just an ordinary thing, not unusual at all. Men are just a kind of pastime, what's the big deal..."

This line of lyrics made the audience roar with laughter, and Mo Beicheng suddenly realized that the girl was mocking herself by following this song.Mo Beicheng played the whole song with a smile. He had to admit that the girl's singing skills and voice were at a very high level, but he also had to admit that this was the most embarrassing stage performance he had ever done.

He was satirized on stage!

After the performance, Mo Beicheng ran to apologize to someone, explaining that he just visited several bars but couldn't find a suitable singer, so he might not pay attention to what he said, and hoped that the girl could forgive himself.

The girl is not such a fussy person, she has been in this bar for a long time, and she almost wants to be popular, but even if she wants to be popular, she still sticks to her bottom line, even if she spends her whole life in this city, she is not willing Laugh for those disgusting second-generation ancestors.

Mo Beicheng knew that Wen Mingyuan also lived such a life back then, and expressed his understanding of the girl's sensitivity.

"Don't keep calling me girl, I have a name. My name is Qiu Zishan, so is your studio looking for singers?" Qiu Zishan asked.

"Yes." Mo Beicheng replied while handing over his business card, "I like your voice and singing skills very much. Our studio has just started and we lack a good singer. I can give you some time to think about it. This is mine. Business card, if you think about it, you can call me at the number above, or you can come to me if you have any questions."

Qiu Zishan took the business card, saw the character W, and immediately reacted: "Are you W?"

Mo Beicheng nodded.

Qiu Zishan found the photo of Wen Mingyuan and Mo Beicheng that a friend sent her before, and compared it, well, it is indeed W himself, it seems that he is not a liar.

"I have a request." Qiu Zishan said, "I also have a friend who plays the guitar. Is there any shortage of people in your studio? I want to bring her with me. She is also a woman, her name is Chu Qingtian. Look... ...Can you take her with you?"

"Can you only play the guitar?" Mo Beicheng asked.

"I know a little bit of drums, but I'm not as good at playing the guitar." Qiu Zishan explained.

Mo Beicheng calculated the current number of people, "Well, how about this, you bring her to the studio the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and I'll see how she plays."

"Okay, thank you." Qiu Zishan replied, "I'll go back and talk to her."

Mo Beicheng looked at Qiu Zishan's leaving back, and couldn't help but think of himself half a year ago, who was also like this, walking through the streets and alleys with a violin on his back.

It seems that Chu Qingtian is a very important person to Qiu Zishan.

Important enough to tie her to her dreams.

Mo Beicheng finally found a singer he liked, and he finally let go of the pressure that had been on him these days. Just as he was about to go home, someone slapped him on the back.

"Little brother!" Wen Mingyuan suddenly appeared behind Mo Beicheng, startling Mo Beicheng.

"Didn't you go to film?" Mo Beicheng asked.

"It's not my turn these days. I rushed to your studio to find you after an interview. I didn't expect you to be here. Jiang Ge told me that you were recruiting singers in the bar street here, so I ran over to see you. Look." Wen Mingyuan explained, "Have you found it?"

"I found one, but I don't know if I should come." Mo Beicheng replied.

"Then little brother, do you want to see if I can do it and if I can enter your studio?" Wen Mingyuan leaned into Mo Beicheng's ear and asked in a charming voice.

"Forget it, you can only read aloud dramas." Mo Beicheng had heard Wen Mingyuan sing before, just like himself, with the sound of iron skin burning pigskin.

"Then can't I take a special way?" Wen Mingyuan put his arms around Mo Beicheng's waist, "For example... unspoken rules..."

Mo Beicheng suddenly remembered the reminder from Sun Junliang and Shen Fengming before, and quickly pushed him away: "Be careful of being photographed in public!"

Wen Mingyuan was stupid there.

Why are you still so incomprehensible after overcoming the scar ptsd! ! !

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