After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

"How does it feel to be a mentor?"

After Song Xingli went downstairs, he happened to meet Director Huang, and the two went to the small conference room to chat.

"It's easier than expected." Song Xingli smiled: "After all, I've been sitting."

Director Huang heard the relaxed meaning in Song Xingli's voice, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief: "It's good to feel comfortable. I was worried that you would not be able to adapt to variety shows. After all, you have never tried it. This time the effect is very good, beyond my expectation , you are still as good as ever, and you really live on dancing."

The small meeting room is a temporary meeting room, which is used for the discussion of the program group. After entering, I saw a staff pouring tea on the table. It happened to be two cups, which seemed to be a good confession.

Pushing open the door, Song Xingli faced a tall and fat staff member, nodded politely, and walked in with Director Huang.

The door of the meeting room was slowly closed, and the staff stood at the door and watched for a long time.

did not leave.

"Sit down, I want to chat with you about the next plan." Director Huang sat on the sofa and beckoned Song Xingli to sit down, and took out the butter biscuits he had hidden under the sofa.

Song Xingli was amused by Director Huang's action. After laughing for a whole day, he finally laughed out loud: "Why are you hiding the biscuits?"

"Hey, I'm a middle-aged man. My assistant doesn't let me eat these, but occasionally I want to eat two bites. This butter biscuit is really delicious. Try it." Director Huang opened the tin box Opening up to Song Xingli: "Xingli, in fact, it will take a long time to take the road of variety shows and start again. It is not because of your ability, but because of the differences in the cultural market. You really decided to go this way? "

Song Xingli took a mouthful of biscuits, and the rich milky aroma spread in his mouth. Sweets really can heal people. While eating, he looked at Director Huang with a slightly worried look. He naturally knew that Director Huang was not worried about the effect of the program, but worried about it. he.

"You know, I have nothing to fear. This opportunity is also what I want to grasp and test the feasibility of domestic ballet that allows me to go all out." He twirled his fingertips, feeling the roughness of the biscuit crumbs repeatedly , thoughtfully: "One time will let me know whether I want to stay in the country. If I lose this time, I may choose to return to the United States."

"That's what I want to ask." Director Huang looked at the biscuit and wanted to eat it but didn't dare to eat it. He could only drink tea to relieve his hunger: "You can come to my show as long as the show is broadcast, I can guarantee that I will let you It becomes popular overnight, this is how this market is, if someone with good looks and ability, coupled with suitable resources, it is easy to make a person popular. Just like Luo Qing did back then, the top entertainment companies cleared the way, With a golden agent leading the way, suitable script resources, and perfect character design, it’s hard not to be popular.”

Song Xingli sat leaning on the back of the sofa, clasped his hands on his lap, his posture was calm and elegant. He was clearly wearing a lazy black shirt, but he couldn't conceal his innate cleanliness. The pride of the proud son.

"Director Huang, you know what I want is not red."

Director Huang couldn't help coughing twice after being glanced at by this proud man of heaven, as if his little thoughts had also been seen clearly: "I know, we are a win-win now, you want to test the entertainment industry's tolerance for ballet, and you also want to test Whether the domestic market can bring the art of ballet, and I don’t want the art to be misinterpreted, and I don’t want to let myself be affected by so many factors. But you have to know that the cultural environment of ballet at home and abroad is different, and there are more traditional cultures in the East and the West. Differences. It will take a long process for this elegant cultural market of ballet to be widely known, understood, loved, and truly appreciated.”

"And this is related to the audience's appreciation level and the appeal of a mass culture. Just like we are doing dance variety shows now, most of the audience's reactions must be to these high-skilled and ostentatious dance moves. It is difficult for them to show a corresponding level of appreciation for the really good parts of the dance, except for the applause."

"So we are doing this right now, aren't we? It's a long road, but I have confidence, don't you?" Song Xingli smiled lightly, holding a small and cute biscuit in his hand, obviously so comfortable and leisurely While talking, people who don't know think it's just a simple chat.

Only Director Huang knew that Song Xingli's calm and strategizing posture, as well as the words he said, were worth a thousand dollars.

Director Huang nodded with satisfaction and laughed: "Xingli, you should have come back long ago. This cultural market has been impetuous for too long, and there should be something with real roots. The culture of the nation has precipitated this circle, maybe There won't be so many flashes in the pan."

"It's not too late to come back now, isn't it?" Song Xingli bent down and took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and wiped his fingers slowly: "Director Huang, I'll invest for you."

Director Huang: "...Actually, you don't need to invest, just say it."

After listening to this kind of slang, you can probably understand what it means.

Gan!Why spend money on one or two of them, enough money, enough money!At that time, the money will not run out, and it is estimated that they will spend money on the stage.

"You can't keep Luo Qing."

Director Huang looked at Song Xingli and said these five words indifferently: "Why all of a sudden, aren't you and Luo Qing—"

"Not anymore."

Director Huang: "Why?"

Song Xingli took another bite of biscuits and felt a little hungry. He smiled and said to Director Huang: "If he asks, just tell me that I said it. Don't waste any more time. No matter how high I climb, I won't do it again." Take a look at him because you hate it."

The recording of the first episode was almost in the evening. After work, Song Xingli felt that his back was sore. He hadn't sat down for a long time at work. He was the kind of person who would rather stand than sit down.

After chatting with Director Huang, I happened to meet some mentors and chatted a few more words.

Such an occasion made him a little tired, but it was also what he had to pay on this long road that he planned to walk on. The smile on his face never faded.

There was going to be a dinner party, but two mentors postponed it temporarily because they had other arrangements. He was relieved. After saying goodbye to each other, he was going to go back to his dressing room to remove makeup. Now he wants to go home and stretch his waist. Sitting all the time is really stiff in the waist.

He is very bad at such occasions, just like entertaining.

This was the reason why he refused to accept the company back then, he was not suitable.

"Star."

Just as he walked into the corridor and was about to go to the lounge, he heard a familiar voice behind him calling him, this is all right, no need to put a smile on his face, how relaxed and comfortable he is.

"Song Xingli!" Luo Qing stepped forward quickly: "I'll just say a few words to you."

Song Xingli didn't turn his head, and said indifferently, "I don't think we have anything to talk about."

"Was it you who gave me Zhizhi berries just now?" Luo Qing's eyes on Song Xingli were tinged with a small light, as if there was hope that he could get Song Xingli: "Are you kidding me?"

"Why should I coax you?"

It was expected that Luo Qing did not hear the answer she wanted to hear, after all Song Xingli was still angry with him, but he would not give up, he would coax her well.

"... Xing Xing, are you on the show because of me? I didn't expect to see you here. If I knew that the mysterious mentor was you, I would definitely practice hard." Looking at Song Xingli's back, he thought of the scene just now. The criticism made him feel uncomfortable, but he knew that Song Xingli must have wished him well before scolding him.

It is true that he did not practice seriously, and he deserved being scolded.

"Do you think you have the ability to let me be on the show for you? Where do you have the confidence?" Song Xingli turned his head, seeing Luo Qing's pitiful and bereaved dog look a bit ridiculous, so why bother? .

Suddenly he felt that Luo Qing and Shi Jin were really like each other, a perfect match, it would be a pity not to be together.

"The confidence you gave me." Luo Qing ignored Song Xingli's disgusted eyes, smiled flatteringly and said, "Didn't you often praise me for dancing well, and after joining the company, the company will also train dancers, and you also said that I have the bottom line—"

"Do you think I praised you before?"

Luo Qing was stunned: "No, isn't it?"

Song Xingli smiled slightly: "I think you are pitiful, and I gave you your praise. I didn't expect to make you complacent for 25 years. I'm really sorry."

Luo Qing put his hand behind his back, grabbed the wrist of his left hand with his right hand with all his strength, and stroked the scar to make him feel safe. He looked at Song Xingli's sneer, and listening to these biting and indifferent words, he found that he couldn't bear Song Xingli's pain at all. Such sarcastic remarks.

So this time being on the show is an opportunity for him to get closer to Song Xingli, and he has to strive to perform better.

Just now I gave him Zhizhi Berry, this must be a test for him.

"If I behave well, will you want me? I will practice dancing hard, and I will not be lazy at all, I swear!"

Song Xingli looked at Luo Qing's handsome face seriously and well-behaved, with sincere eyes, it was this appearance that deceived the two of them, it was really unexpected that they were so dark in their bones.

And he raised his hand to swear, with a cute and serious expression, like a good student promising the teacher that he will get a perfect score this time.

It's really unbelievable, how did Luo Qing manage to switch so freely, how did she do something wrong and still hang around in front of him nonchalantly.

"You can stay and talk."

"Xing Xing, I'm sorry, I—" Luo Qing wanted to get closer.

"Don't call me Xing Xing again!!!" Song Xingli blurted out unbearably. Afterwards, he also noticed that his tone of voice had improved a little. He subconsciously clenched the hand by his side to control his emotions, and regained the calmness he had just said: "Don't mess with me now. , do you hear me?"

Luo Qing stood on the spot honestly, and pointed to the distance of two meters between herself and Song Xingli:

"Then can I stay so far away from you?"

"No."

Song Xingli's soft voice echoed clearly in the corridor, these three words were clearly so gentle but felt like a cold knife cut on the heart, Luo Qing stood still and did not move, with her head bowed in frustration.

Song Xingli turned and left, all the smiles on his face were put away, leaving only indifference.

Just as he was about to turn a corner and walk towards his lounge, he accidentally bumped into a tall and fat man in overalls, and was hit by the wall unexpectedly, and was stunned for two seconds.

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry. I didn't look at the road. Didn't I get hurt?" The staff put their hands on Song Xingli's back, then let go and bowed apologetically, as if Song Xingli was some kind of scary person.

Song Xingli was taken aback by this staff member, and when he saw someone bowing to himself frantically, he quickly supported him: "It's okay, you don't have to be so nervous, you were careless."

It was a scary bow, and it was as if he was so frightened of him that he would condemn him.

The tall fat staff looked at Song Xingli tremblingly, his eyes were red: "Are you really okay, Mr. Song, I'm afraid that I'm so big and hurt you."

"It's okay, it's just a trivial matter, don't take it to heart." Song Xingli saw that such a big and strong boy was crying. Is he so fierce? He thought it was a little funny. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the staff: "Wipe Wipe your tears."

The tall and fat staff took the handkerchief with some emotion: "Thank you, Teacher Song."

"Don't take it to heart, it's just a trivial matter, people will be careless sometimes." Song Xingli smiled and wanted to go to his dressing room.

"Ms. Song, I, can I ask you for an autograph?"

Song Xingli paused, and he turned to look at the staff: "Signature?"

Seeing that Song Xingli turned to look at him, the tall and fat staff member wiped his hands on his trouser legs, then took out a portable notebook from the large pocket of his overalls, opened a page, and carefully stretched out the notebook towards Song Xingli, She bowed her head shyly and asked, "Can I have an autograph? I really like your dance, Mr. Song."

Song Xingli thought he was asking him to do something, but it turned out that he wanted to sign an autograph, and the corners of his lips rose slightly: "Of course there is no problem."

He reached out to take the notebook.

Unaware that the timid eyes of the tall and fat man were covered with disgust the moment he lowered his head, he was completely different from the submissive state just now.

"Brother Xingli! Brother Xingli!"

Before Song Xingli got the notebook, he was startled by vv's voice. He put down his outstretched hand. He looked at the startled vv and ran towards him, holding...

roses?

Vv just ran out to pick up the roses from the florist. She originally wanted to send them to the male god as soon as she stepped on the stage, but the clerk of the florist delayed her so much that she missed the good opportunity.

This was arranged by Mr. Shi. Now that it's done, she will definitely have to deduct a small amount of money.

She rushed to Song Xingli immediately, without caring about what the staff who were standing in front of her were doing, she squeezed between them and gave Song Xingli a large bouquet of roses, smiling: "This is for you!" your!"

There was a slight 'snap', and vv didn't notice that the bouquet bumped and dropped the notebook in the staff's hand on the floor.

Song Xingli was dazed by the roses brought by vv, he took the roses and looked at vv: "Where are the flowers?"

But the roses are beautiful.

He was fiddling with the delicate roses with his hands, and his eyes couldn't help but smile.

"Of course it was given by someone with a heart!" vv began to boast: "You don't even know that there are many people chasing you. Just now at the door, a lot of people are holding roses and waiting to give them to Brother Xingli. , and then I picked the one that was the most pleasing to the eye, and brought in his flowers, take a quick look, there is a small card on it, this person must be your loyal fan."

She tiptoed and pointed to the small card in the bouquet, thinking that Song Xingli would see it quickly.

Song Xingli glanced at the excited VV, and always felt that something was wrong: "Where do I get fans from?"

"Fans of the show!"

"The show hasn't aired yet, how can I have fans?" Song Xingli asked with a smile.

vv: "...just." Glancing at Song Xingli, Jio seemed to be exposed, that's not okay, even clues are not allowed, so she dragged Song Xingli back to the dressing room: "Brother Xingli, you must be hungry, I was already hungry just now Someone prepared the favorite food of the Black Forest, let's eat something before leaving."

With a bang, the door of the dressing room was closed.

The staff member slowly bent down to pick up his diary, patted his hand on the cover, straightened his eyes and looked at the closed door, on the door was posted 'Song Xingli Lounge', his eyes outlined the words Song Xingli Looking over and over again, as if confirming something.

"It turns out that Song Xingli really knew my brother, but he actually bullied my brother on the show, which made our brother Luo Qing unable to get off the stage. He even insulted his brother in private, punched and kicked the staff, and played big names in disrespect. Instructor, he should be eliminated, we can't let him affect Brother Luo Qing, I've already attached a tracker to him, and I'll take action later."

He lowered his head and touched the invisible earphone in his ear, and said to the person on the other end, then turned to the safe passage and wanted to go down the stairs to leave.

The tall fat man thought he had succeeded and was thinking of getting out of the way, but he pushed open the door of the safe passage, turned around and faced Luo Qing with a gloomy expression, and froze in place.

The lights in the safe passage were dim, and Luo Qing's face was gloomy as if a rainstorm was about to come.

"Who told you to touch my man?"

The tall and fat man has never seen his beloved brother Luo Qing look like this, this is their most gentlemanly and gentle brother Luo Qing, why did he——

Luo Qing unceremoniously picked up the tall and fat man's collar, her eyes were red with anger: "Following me, violating my private life, I'll forget about it, but how dare you touch Song Xingli to take a look!! I will definitely kill you!!!"

A person's loss of control is just a momentary thing. At this moment, he will be desperate to overthrow his disguise and protect the person he wants to protect.

Even if that person never wants to see him again.

The author has something to say: In fact, they are all quite alike.

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感谢在2020-08-2121:00:00~2020-08-2211:15:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 44 bottles of loread; 3 bottles of Koukoukou; 1 bottle of Qianshu and Yichuan Yanyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!