The king of longing for entertainment

Watching them go back to the room, Lao Wang walked to his queen's seat, clicked a few times on the computer, and turned off the camera lens in the girls' room, "Try to edit the scene just now, and leave it for three to five seconds apart!"

"Okay!" The little assistant nodded and wrote in the notebook.

The director has already spoken, which means that there is no chance of sending the material back to the stage, and a lot of things will be directly deleted in half, so as to avoid a verbal battle after returning.

The entire program group didn't really like to argue with leaders big and small in the station.

It’s just something simple enough, if it’s deleted, if it can’t be restored, then it’s over. You don’t have to offend the guests who came, and you don’t have too much trouble for yourself, which will save you a lot of trouble in the future.

A lot of programs just can't keep their secrets and the details are not done well, so there will be a lot of things that are exposed, making the show stinky, not to mention, and making myself a scapegoat for nothing.

In particular, this scapegoat is not necessary to be carried by oneself, but it has to be carried by those leaders once or twice.

"Have you washed it?"

After finishing his own affairs, Li Yu walked back and checked, looking at the little guy with a clean body, he raised his elephant trunk to check inside to see if there was any muddy water left.

The little guy is a bit naughty. If you fire a big water cannon while you are eating, tsk tsk, you will feel like squatting and thinking about it.

"Yo yo yo moo woo woo"

The little elephant, whose nose was scratched a few times, let out a puff of breath, but unfortunately, the water in its stomach was all sprayed, and even if it wanted to spray, there was no water for it to play with.

I had no choice but to stomp my feet to avoid Li Yu's big hands, and started running around the yard. The swaying body was very funny.

"It's good with you." Maomao sat on the steps, propped his head on his hands, and his eyes were a little blurred.

"Animals, the more innocent an animal is, the more you can feel what you are thinking in your heart. As long as you treat it sincerely and protect it, it will treat you twice as well!"

Pushing away the little guy's big head and letting him go to the side to play by himself, Li Yu took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside Maomao.

In terms of being simple-minded, Maomao seems to be a bad guy. All he thinks about is his own songs, but he is a little autistic and introverted, and he doesn't know how to communicate with people more.

That is, I know something about music so I can chat with him.

Otherwise, in the mushroom house, Huang Lei may be able to chat with it a few words, but there are not many topics to talk about.

Brother Wolf and Mr. Zheng Jun can't accompany you to chat about music as a young man, can they?

Their era is different from the present era, that is, the concept of music is different, and their attachment and thinking about music are not people on the same path!

"That's right!" Zheng Jun walked over with a basin in his hand.

He is in charge of making lotus root noodles. Although he can't eat it himself, he just wants to make it himself if he is interested.

Peeling the skin of the lotus root, Zheng Jun raised his head and said with a smile: "If you understand it, you can understand everything. It doesn't matter whether you treat music or animals. If you can communicate with music, you can write popular songs. "

"If you can communicate with it, then it can accept your kindness, get close to you and is willing to get close to you, just like Xiaoyu!"

"No, no, no, I can't do what he did, I'm still a little scared!" Maomao shook his head in a hurry, and when he saw the little elephant looking at him, he immediately withdrew his hand.

He knew that Li Yu likes to wave and call the little guy to come and play.

As long as he sees him waving, he will immediately run over and play very intimately next to him.

He really admires Li Yu's ability, but if he is allowed to come, forget it!

"Haha, I didn't ask you to play with it, but to play with your music!"

"Hahahaha"

Chapter 399 The Braised Clouds in the Sky

After a while.

Maomao, who probably figured it out, started to take out his notebook, and then began to write and draw on it. Li Yu and Zheng Jun glanced at the stave and some scale symbols.

It looked like he was writing songs, but he didn't know what kind of songs he was writing.

"Genius creator?" Zheng Jun rubbed his chin and asked.

"Maomao's songs are very popular nowadays, and they are sought after by many young people. Even the older ones like to listen to his songs!" He Jiong came over with two glasses of water.

A cup was handed to Li Yu, and a cup was placed on the ground next to Maomao.

It's not that he doesn't pour water for Zheng Jun, but his own water glass is placed on the dining table not far away.

He was peeling lotus roots there just now, and he walked down curiously when he saw Li Yu and Maomao sitting there chatting, and then the three chatted and said a lot of things.

"It's really nice!" Li Yu also gave him a thumbs up.

Received unanimous praise from everyone, even Mao Mao, who was immersed in the creation, smiled a little embarrassedly.

I looked up and looked at everyone whispering, "Every time I can listen to stories and music, give myself some inspiration for my thoughts, and write half a song, I feel peaceful in my heart."

"Even if many songs are just written and played by myself, I still feel enough. Swaying in the world of musical notes can make people feel the beauty of the soul. Maybe it can make me not afraid of many things!"

While talking, he glanced at the little elephant next to him, and the little guy walked to his side before he knew it.

Imitating Li Yu and Zheng Jun on the side, looking into Maomao's notebook, then retracted and flicked his ears and trunk, as if he was thinking about something.

"Is there a nice melody you want to sing?" Li Yu asked suddenly.

"No...no!" Maomao rolled his eyes, with a few black lines hanging on his face, "Even if you praise me, I can't rap, so I'll sing you an original song, right?"

"The inspiration is dry, and I can't write anything now!"

"Tsk, it seems that you are not only not a genius creator, but also a fool creator!" Li Yu squinted at him, with the word idiot written in his eyes, and he almost didn't say it directly.

"Hey, hey, even if we have a good relationship now, but if you slander me, I will still sue you!" Maomao was very nice.

"Aren't you?" Li Yu pouted and got up and left, "I'm a director, you asked me to improvise a song, then do you want me to improvise a script for you?"

"Then you compose a song according to the script, let's collaborate together?"

"It seems to be good too," He Jiong muttered.

There was some emotion in his expression. In his eyes, both of them were considered geniuses. One was a genius as a screenwriter and director, and the other was a genius as a songwriter. It seemed that they couldn't cooperate.

Maybe there will be a boutique, then it will be really fun

"Don't do it!" Li Yu threw a sentence from the room.

"Hey, I'm not going to do it with you!" Maomao also left a word, and went straight into the kitchen to help with things.

Yu Wenwen, who just came out of the shower and changed her clothes, looked at these two guys with a slightly puzzled look. Couldn't they have a good time at noon?

Why did you quarrel?