Slightly sweet when I first heard it

Professor Jiang smiled kindly, "Perfect things are more likable with a little flaw."

Discussion between Suona and Dizi Pipa Guzheng:
"Did our old man cultivate to the great perfection of the golden core, and the next step is to become a fairy. I can't understand his words more and more."

The assistant explained blankly: "What the professor means is, people like us who are full of flaws, don't lean over to scold us."

Professor Jiang is so eccentric, he even plans to lend Yan Jinghuai the "Drum King" in his group.

The assistant refused to obey, and refused to lend out the pillars no matter what.

The professor can only step back and let Yan Jinghuai learn from the 'King of Drum'.

Time passed quickly during the rehearsal, and it was almost the day of the program recording.

Wen Qingyin is fine today, and came to the recording studio with Yan Jinghuai.

Professor Jiang was the oldest, so the staff arranged for their group's first rehearsal to facilitate the professor's rest.

Wen Qingyin watched from the audience.

She wanted to listen to Yan Jinghuai's songs, but she refused to take out her hearing aids, but she was worried about howling, so she sat far away.

The hearing effect of one ear is different from that of both ears.She was a little curious, how nice this song would be if it was a normal person.

She suddenly hated that she couldn't hear.She hasn't been in this mood for a long time.

Yan Jinghuai didn't know that Wen Qingyin was in the audience.

He thought she was in the background, so he wanted to call her. A staff member came over and asked, "Mr. Yan, do you have any specific requirements for the dance beauty?"

Yan Jinghuai has always only cared about music and never considered these things.

Seeing him in a dilemma, the staff suggested, "Why don't you talk about the inspiration of this song, or what do you want to express?"

Yan Jinghuai was embarrassed to say that he was moved by the scientist's scientific research spirit, so he had to say vaguely:

"I don't have any ideas. I just think, everyone, it's not easy."

"No matter what you do, others can only see your glorious moment, and the pain and grievance behind it can only be digested by yourself."

The staff was stunned. The other groups were all about the righteousness of the family and the country, promoting traditional culture and so on. Yan Jinghuai did not expect Yan Jinghuai to be so frank.

Suona snapped his fingers, "I'll tell you why I burst into tears when I played it, because this is my own story." "I went from ignorant to professional. Our music, from being despised by others to becoming the country's pride--"

He pinched his eyebrows like Professor Jiang, "It's really not easy for us."

His classmates had the same mental journey as him and were equally moved.

Lao Zhou was also a little moved when he thought of their difficult years.

Only Professor Jiang was alone and indifferent.He said coldly:
"You didn't have tears in your eyes, but you lack confidence, skills, and basic skills. Report to my office tomorrow, and I will watch you practice."

Suona's face fell down, wishing to give herself a head start.

Their lineup is really scary, and other groups come to watch.The producer behind Yan Jinghuai was desperate. Now it's not a question of whether to win the first place, but how to not lose too embarrassingly.

Professor Jiang heard his complaint, called his assistant and gave some instructions in a low voice.

The assistant immediately negotiated with the producer: "Let's change the order, we will follow Yan Jinghuai's group."

What a blessing, the producer is very happy.He asked, "Are you so confident?"

The assistant said with a straight face: "I call early death and early death."

After all, Wen Qingyin was the boss, so she sneaked in to watch a rehearsal, and was soon arrested and went back to work.She and Yan Jinghuai couldn't get together in time, and they couldn't even see each other at dinner.

It's also very alien.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the last big row.

The program team didn't refer to Yan Jinghuai's idea at all, and directly arranged a stage beauty of Jin Ge Rongma.

The program team was quite conscientious, worried that the artists would not be able to accept it, so they asked the chief director and chief planner to explain.

It's not that the show doesn't respect people, it's that there is no money.They spend all their money on music, and even the choreography is recycled.

Of course, the more important reason is that a program introducing national cultural relics has been very popular recently, and the program team strives to gain popularity.

Yan Jinghuai is very conscious of being a proprietress, saying that we are a music show, music is the most important thing, and other things don't matter.

It is also very good at saving money for Xiao Wendong.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the live broadcast begins.

Yan Jinghuai really hit the spot, some producers were inspired by 'Filling the Pond' and mixed Qin opera with rock.

Lao Zhou listened for a while, and said to Yan Jinghuai: "Don't talk about it, it's really exciting, let's have one when we have time."

Professor Jiang glanced at him, "Qin opera is the rock and roll of our country."

Lao Zhou felt that their mood in art was very unstable. Although he could not understand Professor Jiang, he was afraid that he would give him another blow, so he could only shut up aggrievedly.

But it didn't take long for him to endure, and soon it was their turn to play.

The audience was still immersed in the high-pitched coda of the previous singer, and the cool pipa quickly pulled them into Yan Jinghuai's world.

Later, someone on the Internet commented on this song:
Like an avalanche.

The snow fell silently, and it accumulated like a mountain quietly.At the moment of the collapse, the momentum is majestic and magnificent.

Between heaven and earth, there is nothing to stop.

When the last drum beat fell, some audience members sobbed softly.

According to the program flow, the host invited Yan Jinghuai to share his creative experience.

Yan Jinghuai took the microphone and introduced: "This song is called "General". It is a general who recalls the years when he walked step by step from a small soldier when he went out to fight."

Art does not need footnotes, people can shape their own Hamlet as they like.

Originally the introduction was over here, but thinking that Wen Qingyin was looking at him, Yan Jinghuai said again:

"I hope we all have a good outcome."

"It doesn't matter if you slow down, as long as you keep going, one day—"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Jinghuai's mask fell off.

Although there was no problem during the rehearsal, Yan Jinghuai asked the props team to borrow a mask because he was worried that he would suffer from camera phobia.

He caught the mask that fell, and smiled helplessly and lazily at the camera.

The mask was rough, and there was a red mark at the corner of his eye.The red mark was pulled out into a flamboyant arc, adding some wanton evil to his face.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and when Yan Jinghuai bowed and left the stage, the audience remembered to scream.

Someone yelled, "Lanling King!"

Then it was boiling again.

Lao Zhou didn't hear clearly, "What the hell? What's wrong with Nanniwan?"

"The next group will sing." Yan Jinghuai didn't take the commotion at all.

He hurried back to the lounge, he wanted to ask Wen Qingyin if he liked the song he gave her.

The program team learned the lesson from last time, this time the lounge is well prepared, not only a big sofa with massage function, but also a small TV with a view of the stage.

Wen Qingyin sat in Yan Jinghuai's seat and saw the amazing scene just now.

She had never seen Yan Jinghuai like this.

Her heartbeat quickened unconsciously, and her face flushed.

This emotion came out of nowhere, in order to calm down, she casually picked up something from the table, and absent-mindedly took it apart.

Zhou Hesong also thought his boss was handsome, imitating that expression while facing the TV.He took a moment to look back, but he didn't expect the sky to fall:
"Are you crazy, why did you take off my earphones. This is the latest model from 'Enormous', my pocket money for last month!"

He also wanted to shout to Wen Qingyin that Yan Jinghuai is back.

"Why did you talk to our little Wen Dong?" Yan Jinghuai was dissatisfied, "Shouldn't you just take off your earphones, put them back on for you, and you'll be done, stingy."

Zhou Hesong burst into tears, "Boss, you don't love me anymore!"

Yan Jinghuai gave him a numbness, pulled him aside, pulled a chair and sat down beside Wen Qingyin:
"Do you like the song just now?"

When he talks to Wen Qingyin, he always lowers his voice unconsciously, sounding very doting.

Wen Qingyin glanced at the red marks in the corners of his eyes, and immediately lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Yan Jinghuai was upset, and pinched her chin, making her look directly at him.There was a little grievance in his voice: "Why don't you look at me."

Not knowing what went wrong, Wen Qingyin really didn't dare to look at him.

As soon as she looked away, she heard Zhou Hesong yelling from the side: "Boss, you are acting like a baby, you are disgusting."

Lao Zhou and Chen Xu covered his mouth tacitly, and dragged him outside.

Chen Xu also thoughtfully helped them close the door.

Wen Qingyin patted Yan Jinghuai's hand, "Let go."

"No." Yan Jinghuai relied on his long fingers and wrapped her cheek with a big hand: "Tell me quickly, do you like it or not?"

Wen Qingyin was tortured by him and had no choice but to say, "Hi, I like it."

Yan Jinghuai made an inch of it, "Are you moved? Answer me quickly, are you moved?"

Wen Qingyin was helpless, "I'm touched, very touched."

Yan Jinghuai was willing to let her go.

Wen Qingyin was afraid that he would find that she was blushing, so she quickly lowered her head by restoring the earphones.

She murmured, "You're so childish."

Yan Jinghuai approached her ear, smiled and said, "Your Majesty, your ears are red."

Wen Qingyin refused to admit it, "I didn't!"

Suddenly, she widened her eyes, "Hey, what is this?""

Yan Jinghuai thought that she was deliberately changing the subject, so he wanted to say that he would not be fooled a second time, but he saw her picking up an earphone part on the table and looking at it carefully.

Yan Jinghuai took her hand, "Can't you put it back? It's okay. I'll buy him another one."

Wen Qingyin let him hold one hand, while with the other hand he struggled to find a photo in the phone:
"Look, are they the same?"

Here's a photo of a part on a hearing aid.

The equipment factory Xu Danian has excess production value, but I didn’t expect that headphones can also be used

To what extent does a song become popular?
In the past week, even if he went to the bathroom, Lao Zhou could still hear the song "Will Go".

He finally couldn't take it anymore, and urged:

"Hurry up and find someone to write a serious lyrics and post this song."

"I f*cked up a short video. The ones who keep cats and sell flowers and catch mistresses are all about your song "Will Go". That's all, I haven't counted those who were sung with sour lyrics."

Wang Defu is a very responsible manager. He collects Yan Jinghuai's data on the Internet every day.

He agreed with Lao Zhou's words, "You've been very popular recently, and it's a good opportunity to release an album."

Yan Jinghuai thought for a moment and agreed.

He is ready.

The next few days were spent in recording, choreographing and coordinating the team to shoot the MV.

One night, two people who haven't seen each other for a long time meet at home.

At that time, Wen Qingyin came out of the study and was going back to the bedroom to sleep.Yan Jinghuai just came back.The two collided in the living room.

Wen Qingyin didn't go to sleep anymore, and followed him from the kitchen to the bathroom.

Yan Jinghuai has a very full schedule these days and looks a little tired.

Wen Qingyin felt a little distressed, "What can I do?"

Yan Jinghuai wiped his face casually, and joked with her: "The boss helped me solve the problem that I couldn't solve, and then asked me to produce the results as soon as possible."

"No." Wen Qingyin handed him the towel: "Wen Qingyin wants to do something for Yan Jinghuai."

"Although I know there are no easy jobs, I still worry when I see you working hard."

Yan Jinghuai kept silent and looked at her in the mirror.Wen Qingyin blushed when he saw him, and said fiercely: "What are you looking at?"

Yan Jinghuai said, "I want to ask you for something, but I'm afraid you'll hit me."

Wen Qingyin was dissatisfied, "What do you think of me. Tell me, I promise not to do anything."

Yan Jinghuai approached slowly and looked into her eyes: "Really?"

It's the familiar menthol tobacco flavor again.

Obviously, the two of them used the same type of toiletries, but he always had a mixed aroma of mint and tobacco on his body.

This fragrance is a bit overbearing and has a sense of presence.

When he washed his face, he wet his neck, and those water marks went down the line of his neck, wet his T-shirt, those translucent fabrics were stuck to his chest, and he could see the shape of his muscles when he heard the voiceless sound.