The splendid life of Korean entertainment

After hanging up the phone, Song Ya stood by the window. "Did I be too harsh on Jaejong just now?" I blamed myself in my heart, and wanted to call back, but just as my finger touched the button, I remembered what Jin Baora said——

"Yami, you have to have a degree in protecting Kim Jae Jong. Do you think you are doing it for him? No, you are wrong, you are very wrong. Children, especially boys, you can't spoil him. There are two younger brothers in my family, and I understand them better than you. A boy of seventeen or eighteen is a wild horse. If you keep being humble, he will keep pushing forward. Yami, if you really care about Zaizhong and really want to In Zhonghao, then, you have to be ruthless to him. You are also a trainee, and you want to become a star. If you don’t endure hardships and experience setbacks, it will be difficult to train your mind. Think about it yourself.”

Sighing, Song Ya put the phone away.The windows were open, and it was November, but the evening wind was not at all chilly.Then, she heard the sound of lightly plucking guitar strings from the rooftop of the opposite teaching building.

Just listening to the prelude, she knew it was Krauss's "When You Say Nothing At All", her favorite song. "When You Say Nothing" is a must-listen song after every love and breakup.

However, to Song Ya's surprise, it was a young boy holding the guitar.Wearing the school uniform of this school, her hair was blown back by the wind, revealing a smooth and full forehead.The boy was very handsome, and his fingers plucked the strings lightly, as smoothly as mountains and rivers. As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Ya was surprised, because his English pronunciation was surprisingly accurate.

It's not that Song Ya looks down on Koreans, but the English they speak is really bad, as if it is another language, which can drive Europeans and Americans crazy.

Krauss' version of "when you say nothing at all" is a lyrical pop song, but the boy changed the song into a gentle ballad more suitable for male vocals.Coupled with his slightly hoarse voice, which is still in the period of voice change, it sounds very interesting.

After singing the song, Song Ya couldn't help clapping her hands. She thought that there was a distance between the two sides, and the young man couldn't hear it, but the people around the young man heard it.

"Hey! Ronghe, look quickly, is that the heroine, Sister Song Yamei?" Zhang Minhao excitedly pointed to Song Ya who was standing by the window in the opposite building.

After all, it is a movie adapted from a popular novel. With the development of filming and some media reports, Song Ya's popularity has increased.Although there is a huge gap between Jiang Dongyuan, who has a large number of fans behind him wherever he goes, occasionally, when walking on campus or waiting on the set, people who look like students will come over and ask for autographs and group photos.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the filming is not delayed and the crew allows, Song Ya will meet everyone's requirements.For newcomers, the first thing to do is to accumulate popularity, and the character of being kind and polite is a plus.

Zheng Ronghe didn't expect to see Song Ya here. Didn't the crew go to another old teaching building to shoot in order to avoid the interference of fans?

"You sing very well!" Song Ya shouted loudly, not stingy in her praise to this strange boy.

Zheng Ronghe was taken aback, stood up holding the guitar and wanted to say something, but he was at a loss for words.This was the first time in his life that he had such close contact with a so-called star, and he was a little excited and a little nervous.If it wasn't for his elder brother, he wouldn't have known who Song Yamei was at all. After watching a few episodes of children's programs hosted by her on TV, he couldn't say how much he loved this sweet-looking, laughing and lively sister, but he also There are indeed a few more little likes.

The Zheng family has no daughters. For Zheng Ronghe, who has always dreamed of having an older sister, Song Ya's image and temperament are exactly what his older sister looks like.

"Stupid? Ronghe. At least say something and respond to Sister Yami." Zhang Minhao reminded him.I feel a little jealous in my heart, but I am more happy for my good buddy Zheng Ronghe.It seems that in the eyes of women, talented men are more likely to be valued.Just start tomorrow, and I will learn a musical instrument too.

"Thank you!" After being reminded by Zhang Minhao, Zheng Ronghe just came to his senses and quickly waved to Song Ya to thank him.

Song Ya smiled, didn't say anything, the time was almost up, and she was going back to filming.As soon as he turned around to leave, he heard the boy shout, "Sister Yamei, wait a minute!"

"Is there something wrong?" Song Ya stopped.

The boy muttered for a moment, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "Sister, can you sign for me?"

In fact, Rong He has always wanted to help his elder brother Rong Can to get an autograph. Unfortunately, the production crew has set the shooting time at night these days. He had no chance, so he had to wait patiently.

I thought Song Ya would refuse, but I didn't want Song Ya to wave her hand, and said quite straightforwardly: "Come on, I'll wait for you at the entrance of the corridor!" After a pause, "But hurry up, I will start the machine in 2 minutes."

"Understood!" Zheng Ronghe jumped up happily, carried the guitar on his back, and rushed downstairs as fast as he could.

Zheng Ronghe ran up quickly. "It really is a boy!" Song Ya leaned her back against the wall, waiting there and lamented that the boy is really like the wind.

"Thank you, sister." Seeing Song Ya, Rong He said with a bright smile.

"It's okay, it's just a signature, you're welcome." Song Ya said.Looking at Zheng Ronghe, he waited for a while before asking, "Where is the signature?"

"Ah!" Zheng Ronghe slapped his forehead, and quickly opened his schoolbag to find a book.But the schoolbag is full of homework, which is not suitable for signing at all.The notebook my brother gave me must have been forgotten at home.After thinking about it, Zheng Ronghe's eyes suddenly brightened, he put down the guitar and held it up in front of Song Ya and said, "Sister, just sign here."

Song Ya shook her head with a smile, and said, "Change it to another one, I can't sign my name on your guitar."

Although she has never released a record, Song Ya still knows a thing or two about the rules in the music circle. To a musician, a musical instrument is another soul. If she is a singer, she might consider signing her name on the boy’s guitar But she is not, and she is not prepared to enter the music industry.What the young man is doing now is just impulsive, Song Ya believes that as soon as he steps out of this building, the young man will probably start to regret it.The monologue in my heart, Song Ya has already thought about it for him——

"Am I a fool? To let a third-tier starlet sign my favorite guitar?!"

Song Ya didn't want to make the teenager dislike the guitar that was always by her side because of herself.The loss outweighs the gain.

"Just sign here, sister." Zheng Ronghe probably understood why Song Ya refused, although he also felt that his actions were a little impulsive. The guitar is his favorite thing, and if he is touched by others on weekdays, he will be angry for a long time .Wherever he touches, even if there is no trace of branding, he will keep wiping it with the best quality cotton cloth until he feels it is clean.

"Is it your child?" The younger brother loves the instrument, and the older brother Jung Yong Chan expressed his understanding.But isn't Ronghe's approach a bit too clean? "Aren't you afraid of offending people?" Rong Can was very worried.No matter how "picky" Zheng Ronghe is, his family understands, but if he is in school, he will probably offend a lot of people, right?

Zheng Ronghe didn't take his brother's concerns seriously: "I don't want to be president. Why do I want so many people to like me? Also, brother, please pay attention to the wording of your words. Guitar is not my child, but my partner."

"... Ronghe, you are crazy." Finally, Zheng Rongchan said worriedly.

For Zheng Ronghe, the guitar is like a partner and a friend. When he is sad, he can play it and sing a song to cheer himself up.When he is happy, he also picks it up and improvises a short piece. He doesn't know what he is playing or singing. Outsiders only think he is crazy, but Ronghe likes the feeling of singing unscrupulously.This kind of wonderful mood can only be felt when picking up the guitar, cherishing each other, only music understands him best.

"Really don't regret it?" Song Ya confirmed again, holding a carbon pen in her hand, she was still hesitating, "There is no turning back when you open the bow." When you regret it, and then drop the guitar, don't rely on me superior.

Song Ya really loves this guitar. Although it doesn't look very expensive, it has already revealed traces of quietness polished by time. Presumably, on weekdays, teenagers love and cherish it very much.

"Let's sign it on the notebook." Song Ya said, "If it's an exercise book, just tear off that page at home." ?Hastily asked again: "If the teacher finds out that you tore up a page of your homework book, you won't be scolded, right?"

Zheng Ronghe was taken aback for a moment, he thought he had heard wrong.Once again, he carefully looked at Song Ya in front of him.Is this really an entertainer?Although he doesn't chase stars, he often hears his classmates who like gossip news talk about how artists are good to their fans, but most of them are pretending. Without fans, what do they eat?Without fans, what are they doing?Without fans, they are shit!Don't look at their smiling faces in front of people, they probably start cursing and signing autographs for fans as soon as they get in the car, which is a waste of my time.

Everyone has two sides. Artists are also an industry that makes money by working hard. You have delayed people's time to rest and catch up with their schedules.Not only is he not angry, but he also smiles at you amiably. To be honest, do you believe it yourself?

Zheng Ronghe didn't believe it.The reason why he doesn't chase stars is because he thinks of himself.On the stage, he shines brightly, is liked by his classmates, and is sought after by his classmates. Although he always says, I don’t need everyone to like him, but in fact, among fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers, who doesn’t have a vanity that yearns for attention? Heart.

That kind of attention will make you more confident, but if you have too much, it will also upset you.There are always girls or boys he doesn't know waiting for him at the door, because he said casually during a performance: "I hope to make more friends through music."

This is what you said yourself, is it still false?So we all came here to make friends with you.

please!I'm really just saying it offhand.Although he was smiling, Zheng Ronghe really wanted to chop off all the people surrounding him with knives!Just like in the game, those monsters blocking his progress, cut them all off!

"So, why don't you sign it in the homework book?" Song Ya said again patiently.I wondered why the boy in front of me suddenly became silent.

At this time, Song Ya's cell phone rang, and it was Jin Baora.

"Hey! Where are you? Do you know that it's about to start up?! Did the whole crew wait for you alone? Come back soon!"

"That... I have diarrhea..." Song Ya whispered.

"Ah? Is it serious? Do you want to take medicine? Can you still stand up? Tell me which floor you are on, and I will pick you up."

Even through the phone, Song Ya could hear that Jin Baora had stood up, and the chair was rattling.

"No need, Sister Paula, I'll be fine right away, wait for me for 2 minutes." Song Ya hurriedly hung up the phone for fear that Jin Baora would find her.Turning to look at Zheng Ronghe, his face was still amiable, without the slightest bit of impatience. "How about it, have you thought about it?"

"Think it over." Zheng Ronghe nodded, and raised the guitar in front of Song Ya, "Just sign it here, sister."

"Okay." Song Ya really couldn't afford to waste time. "May I have your name."

"Zheng Ronghe."

"Okay, Zheng Ronghe..." Song Ya signed her name on the guitar while reading.When returning the guitar to Zheng Ronghe, she said sincerely: "You sing very well, really, very well. If there is a record in the future, I will definitely be the first to buy it. But, don't use your stage name, I I'm afraid I won't recognize you by then."

In a few years, a boy will grow up.As long as he doesn't suffer from a sudden endocrine disorder like a child prodigy, he will definitely grow up to be a handsome and elegant young man in the future.Song Ya finally said: "I hope we will have the opportunity to meet again in the future. Study hard, practice the piano well, come on."

Song Ya turned around and ran away. Zheng Ronghe watched her run towards the end in the sunset, and there was a small flame in his heart about the future and ideals, which was gradually burning.