Four years of crisis [entertainment]

The weather is getting cold.

Guan Mingsong is very busy this month. He has to do a mathematical modeling and spend several days in the laboratory.Song Jinfeng was very curious. He asked Guan Mingsong, what does the math laboratory look like?

"The full name is the Mathematical Sciences Laboratory, but it's actually the computer room." Guan Mingsong didn't know how to explain to Song Jinfeng how to do the math experiment, so he had to give a perfunctory answer.

Song Jinfeng was very unhappy, as if he and his wife were from two worlds.

When Guan Mingsong came out of the laboratory building that day, he ran into Huo Wenchu.

"Mingsong." Huo Wenchu ​​smiled and waved to Guan Mingsong.

"Wenchu?" Guan Mingsong was very surprised. He walked towards Huo Wenchu ​​and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Come back and visit my alma mater." Huo Wenchu ​​approached Guan Mingsong, and whispered in his ear: "I plan to donate to our college in my own name, and come to chat with the people in the college today."

"Boss Huo is Boss Huo."

"What kind of boss, I'm just taking advantage of my father and brother." Huo Wenchu ​​said with a smile.

Huo Wenchu's father is at the helm of Huo's enterprise, and his elder brother was trained as a successor and is taking over the core business.Huo Wenchu, the second child, is relatively leisurely.

Huo Wenchu ​​spoke close to Guan Mingsong's ear, looking very intimate from a distance.A man wearing a black mask, black sunglasses and a black hat came out from behind the poplar tree in front of him. He leaned against the poplar tree and waited for Guan Mingsong to come over.

When Guan Mingsong walked by, the man stretched out his hand to give him a hand, and pulled down his sunglasses.Guan Mingsong showed a surprised expression, lowered his voice and asked nervously, "Why did you come to school?"

The man pointed at Huo Wenchu ​​and said, "University A is a fully open campus, why can't I come if he can come?"

This was quite blunt, but Huo Wenchu ​​was not annoyed. He smiled and said, "As an alumnus, I came back to visit my alma mater today. Song Daxing came here alone, isn't he afraid of being surrounded by student fans? An undergraduate primary school Brothers and sisters are the craziest chasing stars." After finishing speaking, he naturally pulled Guan Mingsong, and said to Guan Mingsong: "In the past, there were a few girls in our class who skipped class to go to the concert, and the teacher found out about it." Yes, I searched for that star’s singing video and showed it to us, then frowned and asked us: ‘Where is math fun in this?’ Hey, do you know which teacher it is?”

"Which teacher?" Guan Mingsong also laughed.

Huo Wenchu ​​said the teacher's name, and said with a smile, "Did you also take his class?"

Song Jin was furious, and the two of them were chatting there, treating him as nothing, and he couldn't get in the conversation.

"Second Master Huo comes to his alma mater, why does he meet Ming Song every time?" Song Jinfeng interrupted their chat.

Huo Wenchu ​​shrugged gracefully, "Fate."

Guan Mingsong was worried that Song Jinfeng would be exposed, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Huo Wenchu, and pushed Song Jinfeng back home.

Back home, Guan Mingsong asked Song Jinfeng, "Why are you going to the campus of University A?"

"You talk about doing experiments every day, so I just want to see what the place where you stay and do experiments looks like. I also want to try to understand your life."

Guan Mingsong softened his heart, "My life is very ordinary and boring, far less colorful than yours."

"No, I think the life of someone like my wife who devotes herself to academics is the most meaningful." Song Jinfeng gave Guan Mingsong a kiss.

"By the way." Song Jinfeng thought of something, and asked Guan Mingsong suspiciously: "Does Huo Wenchu ​​contact you every time he goes to Metropolis A to meet you? Why do I feel that you always meet?"

"No, it's really a coincidence, don't think too much about it."

But Song Jinfeng couldn't stop thinking about it.Could it be that Huo Wenchu ​​is having an affair with my wife?Song Jinfeng narrowed his eyes.

Fire prevention, theft prevention and alumni protection, um.

"Who is the King of Singers" reached the final stage, Song Jinfeng gave Guan Mingsong a ticket and asked him to come.Guan Mingsong didn't want to go at first, and he wanted to continue to stay in the laboratory, but looking at Song Jinfeng's expectant eyes, he was too embarrassed to refuse.

"Who is the King of Singers" invites all top singers in the circle, and the program production team is also top-level. The final is undoubtedly an audio-visual feast.For this kind of program, it doesn't matter who is first and who is second, Song Jinfeng has a good attitude.

He Weizhi is the special guest of the final. The songs he wrote are very popular. This is his first appearance on a variety show, and it must be a hot spot when it is broadcast.

Before the start, Tang Yuan took Guan Mingsong to the backstage. Guan Mingsong saw Song Jinfeng in the lounge who had put on makeup and changed clothes.

"The shape is good, but the makeup is too thick." Guan Mingsong commented.

"Stage makeup is like this. When you look at it face-to-face, it looks very thick, but it looks like light makeup when you look at it on the TV screen. It's your first time to come backstage. I'll take you to meet the stars. You put on a mask and pretend to be my assistant. "Song Jinfeng had a whim.

"You're all boring..." Guan Mingsong said so, but he did put on a mask to play with him.

When they walked out of the lounge, they met Mo Shenglin.Guan Mingsong knew him. He was an old singer. He was very popular ten years ago. After a period of silence, the popularity rose again with the hit of "Who Is the Singer".

Song Jinfeng's expression was a bit weird, but he quickly returned to normal. He smiled and greeted Mo Shenglin politely: "Teacher Mo."

Unexpectedly, Mo Shenglin showed a disdainful expression towards Song Jinfeng, and said to him in a low voice: "Don't make a fool of yourself when you are on stage."

Guan Mingsong was stunned for a moment, is this senior so difficult to get along with?

Song Jinfeng was neither humble nor overbearing. Although his tone was still polite, he did not give in at all: "Mr. Mo, after thinking about it, I still think there is no problem with my singing. If Teacher Mo thinks it is wrong, it doesn't matter. After all, in the field of art, everyone We all have our own opinions and opinions, and while we insist on our own positions, we also need to accommodate different art forms."

Mo Shenglin snorted, and said angrily, "The juniors nowadays are becoming less and less like juniors. Back then, who dared not listen to seniors' corrections? The world is getting worse."

Song Jinfeng said with a relaxed smile: "It's been so many years, and people's concepts will change. People nowadays respect their predecessors very much, but people now are more independent, and they know equality while respecting. I think the younger generation should not Blind and arrogant, seniors don't rely on the old to sell the old, this is the best state. Teacher Mo, what do you think?"

When Mo Shenglin heard the words "relying on the old and selling the old", his nose turned crooked.He walked away without looking back.

Guan Mingsong pulled Song Jinfeng and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Song Jinfeng spread his hands, showing a helpless expression, "Well, let's start with the final rehearsal a few days ago."

During the rehearsal that day, after Song Jinfeng sang on stage, he felt that the effect was not perfect, so he stepped off the stage to discuss with the band teacher.Song Jinfeng chose a Chinese song, but made a bold adaptation of the singing method, adding a lot of Western elements.He once studied in a music academy in Europe and was greatly influenced by European classical music. This time he wanted to try to combine Chinese and Western music.

At this moment, Mo Shenglin didn't know why he came. It stands to reason that during the rehearsal, each star can repeat the song several times on stage. Everyone's time should be arranged well so that there will be no conflicts.

"Nonsense, what are you singing about!" Mo Shenglin shouted from the corner.

Song Jinfeng was taken aback, and when he found out that it was Mo Shenglin, he hurriedly said hello: "Teacher Mo!"

Mo Shenglin came over with a gloomy face and said, "I've sung this song before, it's not sung like this, and you shouldn't spoil it like this." After he finished speaking, he was still angry, and commented: "Trash! "

Mo Shenglin's speech was too ugly, and Song Jinfeng's face was also a little ugly, "Mr. Mo, I have adapted the singing method and added western elements. I have heard your singing version before, and it is very good, but it does not mean that my version is Rubbish."

Mo Shenglin and Song Jinfeng had an argument over the singing method.Mo Shenglin felt that as a senior, he gave Song Jinfeng his opinion, and it was fine if he didn't appreciate it, but it was embarrassing and irritating for him to refute it.Song Jinfeng was also puzzled. He felt that Mo Shenglin was too stubborn. He didn't understand his innovative ideas at all.

"Well, Mr. Mo might as well wait until the day of the official competition to see the audience's evaluation." Song Jinfeng finally said.

After listening, Guan Mingsong asked, "Did you quarrel with him?"

"I think this is called a debate. But he thinks my attitude is to quarrel, so there is no way."

"He is a senior, so why not give him face if you let him go?"

"I don't like this kind of words the most." Song Jinfeng curled his lips. "What the seniors say is not necessarily right. The juniors can point out the mistakes of the seniors. Eastern classrooms teach obedience, but in Western classrooms, students who stand up and question the teacher They can be found everywhere. In my opinion, we just can’t encourage the unhealthy trend of relying on the old and selling the old.”

Guan Mingsong didn't speak, but looked at Song Jinfeng.Song Jinfeng asked him: "What are you looking at me for?"

"I suddenly felt that you haven't changed at all." Guan Mingsong said.

Song Jinfeng said with a smile: "Of course I haven't changed, especially my heart for you. I haven't changed at all."

There was no one around, Song Jinfeng felt itchy looking at Guan Mingsong, and furtively scratched Guan Mingsong's palm a few times.

"Jinfeng." Suddenly a voice came, and Guan Mingsong hurriedly shook off Song Jinfeng's hand.He Weizhi came around the corner with a smile on his face.

"Teacher He." Song Jinfeng greeted He Weizhi.

He Weizhi looked at Song Jinfeng, then at Guan Mingsong, and said hello to Guan Mingsong: "Hi Mingsong."

Guan Mingsong only met He Weizhi briefly, and He Weizhi memorized his name and appearance.

"Hello, Teacher He." Guan Mingsong said quickly.

"Jin Feng, come on later, I'm very optimistic about you." He Weizhi said to Song Jinfeng.

"Thank you, Mr. He."

He Weizhi and Song Jinfeng exchanged simple greetings and left.

At the beginning of the show, Guan Mingsong sat in the auditorium and lamented that the competition between top singers is different. Anyone can sing well, and each has its own characteristics.And the effect of listening to it live is different. The singer's wonderful voice coupled with superb music skills can really make people cry.

Song Jinfeng appeared on the stage, his performance was excellent, and the song adaptation was also eye-catching, but there was one thing that was annoying, his eyes and gestures were always pointing in the direction of Guan Mingsong's seat, frightened Guan Mingsong was covered in cold sweat.

In the voting session, Song Jinfeng had a high number of votes. Although he was not the first, he was in the top three, higher than Mo Shenglin.Mo Shenglin's complexion was not very good. During the exchange session, he really raised his doubts about Song Jinfeng's singing.

He raised the topic, Song Jinfeng did not show weakness, the stage was a bit stiff, of course, this part will definitely be cut during the broadcast.

"I am very honored to hear two top singers discussing art." At this moment, He Weizhi spoke, with a warm smile on his face, and his voice was as mellow as running water, which instantly eased the atmosphere.

"Art requires the collision of different voices and opinions. Sparks are the most perfect, but fire is not so good." After He Weizhi finished speaking, a burst of laughter came.

He Weizhi said again: "No matter what the result is, Shenglin and Jinfeng both enjoyed the stage tonight." He glanced at Song Jinfeng and said jokingly: "Jinfeng always looks at the auditorium tonight, where is there money or beauty? "

Everyone continued to laugh.

Guan Mingsong was suddenly a little uneasy, he felt that He Weizhi saw something.