What's wrong with me promoting my girlfriend as a diva?

The more you sing, the more you will remember.

Lin Moxue was lucky enough to hear Qiao Sheng sing.

In one word, absolutely.

Qiao Sheng is the kind of person who sings out of tune without knowing it.

For a similar template, you can refer to Meng Ziyi.

That day, Qiao Sheng was so excited when he was writing a song that he couldn't help but humming it at his workstation.

As a result, when he looked up after singing, he saw Lin Moxue standing not far away looking at him, with a look of having eaten shit on her face.

He thought he sang well, but to Lin Moxue, it was as if the King of Hell came to claim his life, and the Black and White Impermanence played music and sang beside him.

That was the only time she doubted Qiao Sheng's ability to create.

Seeing Qiao Sheng swearing that there was no problem with his singing, Lin Moxue grabbed the mouse and went to the computer.

In order to figure out whether it was the problem of the person or the song, Lin Moxue read the music score and lyrics and sang it out.

"Listen, the sound of the sea crying,

lamenting that someone was hurt again,

but still not sober."

Lin Moxue's singing was not professional, but it was much better than Qiao Sheng's.

And then there was nothing else.

Lin Moxue dispelled her doubts about Qiao Sheng's talent, but just earnestly told Qiao Sheng not to waste his songs again.

Qiao Sheng was puzzled, what's wrong, you sang exactly the same as me, and I was proud of you?

Since then, whenever Qiao Sheng had the idea of ​​singing along while watching a drama, he would be stopped by Lin Moxue and Yang Yue immediately.

That's right, Yang Yue also knew that it was impossible to hide gossip between best friends.

Not to mention this kind of funny gossip.

. . . . . .

"This song needs a deep and powerful voice to sing in Cantonese, but I can't do it. I don't speak Cantonese."

"Why does it have to be in Cantonese?"

Qiao Sheng pointed to the computer screen and answered Lin Moxue's question: "The story of the movie takes place in Guangdong Province, and the lines and dialogues in the movie are mostly in Cantonese. Using Cantonese songs and movies is more in line."

"Of course, if the movie is released in Mandarin, then it can be covered directly."

Lin Moxue was immediately discouraged. She wanted to say that she could try it, but she didn't speak Cantonese.

"Cantonese?"

Yang Yue, who had been listening for a long time, suddenly spoke.

As a front desk, Yang Yue understood her job responsibilities and her position very well.

Generally, when people in the company talked about work, she never interrupted.

However, after knowing the point of Lin Moxue and Qiao Sheng's entanglement, she immediately reminded Lin Moxue.

"Boss, Uncle Lin!"

"Uncle Lin?" Lin Moxue thought for a moment and immediately screamed, "Yes! Uncle Lin! Why didn't I think of that!"

Uncle Lin's name is Lin Yixiang. He used to be a singer of Xueqiu Entertainment and a good friend of Lin Moxue's father.

As for why it was before, it was because Lin Yixiang chose to retire after his contract expired ten years ago.

Lin Moxue's father advised him that it was a pity to retire in his forties.

Lin Yixiang is very self-aware.

He knows that he can no longer keep up with the ever-changing entertainment industry, and he has no aspirations.

He thinks that it is good to be a first-line singer in this life, and he does not expect to reach the level of a superstar.

Lin Yixiang now lives in Jiangsu Province, which is not far from Shanghai.

After Yang Yue reminded him, Lin Moxue immediately thought of him.

Lin Yixiang is really suitable. He is from Guangdong Province. There is no problem for him to sing Cantonese songs.

The only uncertainty is whether he can be asked to help.

"Qiao Sheng, go and look at the song again, I'll call him."

Whether he can be asked to sing or not, Lin Moxue hasn't seen Lin Yixiang for a long time, so he might as well treat it as visiting an elder.

In fact, Qiao Sheng hasn't even finished the song yet, but this doesn't bother him at all.

When he was a child in his previous life, he watched the movie with this song as the theme song over and over again on the movie channel for no less than ten times.

The lyrics and melody have long been engraved in his bones.

The next morning, Lin Moxue drove a red Mercedes-Benz straight to a small county town at the junction of Magic City and Jiangsu Province.

In the lively farmers' market, people came and went.

What he saw in front of him were elderly grandpas and aunts.

What he heard in his ears was bargaining everywhere.

Lin Moxue turned left and right in the market and finally came to a corner.

This is not a fixed stall, but a place prepared by the market for those vegetable farmers who occasionally set up stalls.

The vegetable farmers are all crowded together, and it feels like squeezing into a train during the Spring Festival travel rush.

Among the farmers dressed in simple clothes, a little old man stands out from the crowd, like a firefly in the dark night.

Glittering.

Lin Moxue saw him at a glance.

Uncle Lin!

Lin Yixiang had gray hair and fair skin. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes did not seem like the years reminding him of his aging, but rather like time adding a bit of mature charm to him.

Such a glittering old man naturally outshined the dark-faced vegetable farmers around him.

He sat there, holding a cigarette in his hand, chatting and laughing with the vendors around him. He seemed abrupt, but so harmonious.

The vegetables in the snakeskin bag in front of him had been sold out, which was in sharp contrast to the full vegetables on other stalls around him.

"Uncle Lin!" Lin Moxue trotted to Lin Yixiang and greeted him affectionately.

"Moxue!"

Lin Yixiang turned his head and saw Lin Moxue, with a kind smile on his face.

. . . . . . .

At ten o'clock in the morning, Qiao Sheng, who arrived at the company on time, just swiped his card to open the door and thought he was dizzy and walked to the wrong floor.

Just because a little old man in a white vest was sitting on Yang Yue's throne eating melon seeds.

8th floor pressed 9, beautiful woman turned into an old man?

Just as Qiao Sheng was about to turn around and go downstairs, he saw Yang Yue coming out of the tea room with a plate of watermelon.

"Good morning, Qiao Sheng."

Yang Yue greeted Qiao Sheng, then put down the watermelon and stood behind the little old man to massage his shoulders.

Lin Moxue came out with tea, and Qiao Sheng threw a questioning look at her.

But she seemed not to see Qiao Sheng, and put the teacup in front of the little old man.

"Puff." The little old man spit out the melon seed shell, "Xiaoxue, is this the guy who wrote the song?"

"Yes, Uncle Lin, he is now the only producer in the company."

Qiao Sheng then realized that the little old man was the Uncle Lin they mentioned yesterday.

"I don't think he's that good." Lin Yixiang looked Qiao Sheng up and down, and the word "disdain" was almost written on his face.

"Hey, Uncle Lin, don't look at him as sloppy." Lin Moxue explained with a smile, "He's very capable."

Sloppy?

Qiao Sheng looked back at the reflection in the glass door.

He washed his hair last night, and just changed into a vest and shorts today, so how could he be sloppy?

Qiao Sheng touched his chin in confusion.

Oh, beard.

But if he hasn't shaved for three days, he's sloppy?

"No matter how much you brag, I won't believe it. Your dad also said Dai Jiabin was good back then, but what happened?"

Lin Yixiang blew away the floating tea leaves, took a sip of tea, and complained without hesitation.

"Anyway, I won't believe your flattery before I see the song."

"The fewer people there are, the more we should pay attention to character. You two girls are the only ones in the company, so don't let others fool you."

"Oh, Uncle Lin, we haven't recruited anyone yet. There will be more people in a while." Lin Moxue patted her shoulders while defending her company, "Besides, Brother Wang and his friends are still on tour."

"Hmph, don't flatter them. They're just going to music festivals, not touring."

When Lin Moxue mentioned Brother Wang, Lin Yixiang got angry for some reason.

"If the four of them could play fewer games and have more meals and socialize with people after the performance, they wouldn't still be going to music festivals!"

"But the four of them have consciences and are good kids. They didn't run away with Dai Jiabin."

When talking about Dai Jiabin, Lin Yixiang's tone was full of anger.

"When your father was still alive, Dai Jiabin acted like a grandson. I didn't expect him to be so vicious! Humph, it's good that he's gone. It's also a lesson for you, so that you can see the evil of human nature."

Lin Moxue could only nod her head and said yes, not daring to refute a word.

Just kidding, Lin Yixiang is an old man who followed her father to conquer the world. They are brothers who are only one step away from severing their heads and burning yellow paper to swear brotherhood.

Not to mention saying a few words to her now, even if he points at her head and scolds her, there is no problem at all.

And from his tone, I can hear more concern and regret.

Such a scene reminds Lin Moxue of her deceased father.

In the past, when Lin Lin had free time, he would often teach her about things in the company.

In this world, Lin Moxue only has a relative like her father.

Lin Yixiang can barely be considered half a relative. From him, Lin Moxue seems to see the shadow of her father Lin Lin.

At this moment, the shadows of her father and Lin Yixiang seem to overlap.

The sorrow that Lin Moxue had suppressed for so long suddenly turned into tears, rolling down like threads.