from the star

"Brother Yue, how did the talk go?" Assistant Wu Dong asked Tan Yue.Tan Yue sat in the back row and got into the car without saying a word, keeping his eyes closed and meditating. If he hadn't seen Tan Yue in the rear mirror and pinched his Jingming acupoint occasionally, he would have thought he had fallen asleep.

"It's not that I said, if you don't make any big taboos, you can take it. The company didn't stop it."

"Wu Dong, how can there be no lights in this world?"

Tan Yue replied inexplicably, so panicked that Wu Dong turned around to look at the people in the back seat while driving, and saw his black eyes open, but he didn't know where he was looking.

"Brother Yue, why are there no lights? Look at the lights on this road."

The street lights on both sides outside the car came towards each other, shining on and off inside the car.Tan Yue moved the corners of his mouth, but remained silent.Wu Dong in front of him wanted to find trouble again, and he had nothing to say.He thought it was noisy, so he simply said by himself: "I just listened to a very nice piece of music last night."

"Really, where is it? In the Daishan Yaju? I'll listen to it later, why don't you invite him to sing for us?"

"You can come up with so many questions with just one word from me. Are you annoying?" Tan Yue pretended to be disgusted, but he was playing the melody just now repeatedly in his heart. When he closed his eyes, he could still see the movements of the performer just now. .Slowly, he will bring in another familiar image, secretly replacing it with the young man playing tonight, he is playing the piano, his face, arms and fingertips... Tan Yue suddenly opened his eyes and sighed.

"He's dead." Tan Yue said seriously to himself.

"Wu Dong. Go back and talk to Hongxin for me. The script can't be vulgar or bloody. The director should be responsible. After all, you check it first, and ask them to change it if you don't like it. Until the end I agreed. .”

Wu Dong thought of Grandpa in his heart, thinking that the conditions proposed by Tan Yue were really harsh.Now there is no commercial movie that is neither vulgar nor bloody.Can Hongxin, with his hard work, be willing to make literary films?But he's just a sounding board, and it's none of his business to feel uncomfortable over there anyway.

"Brother Yue, are you still going to the movie tomorrow?" Wu Dong asked about tomorrow, that is, "The Return of the Soul" at Dahua Film City at six o'clock in the evening on Thursday.According to the schedule, Tan Yue's work during the day was to shoot a commercial, and he just had time in the evening.

Since Wu Dong asked about this matter, Tan Yue also wanted to check Weibo with his mobile phone, and found the two photo posts from a few days ago.It turned out that some unbelievable fans or passers-by left messages saying "it's really true", "unbelievable" and so on.There were also complaints about why he was sneaking this time.Fans who stood by his side immediately replied, "You don't need to be so high-profile to show off your relationship" or "I came to see it secretly to surprise Xiaorourou".

Tan Yue refreshed and saw that there would be some movie reviews under the post.Most of them are girls who cry out why the male god wants to abduct them to watch such a sad movie.Some also said that it was a pity not to see the male god, but it was not a loss to buy movie tickets.

"Xiao Fang's film is really popular." Wu Dong turned the steering wheel: "Wei Feng and Mai Tian are both planning to increase the number of shows. I guess this film will definitely have no problem getting back to the original."

Tan Yue was a little curious about movie reviews.Sure enough, under the movie on Guanying.com, the discussion area was very fierce.A lot of people really watched it.As Tan Yue sighed, he saw that there was a long article below that tried to demonstrate that "nine and 10 minutes don't make sense".Many people commented on this long review and refuted each and every one.Don't talk nonsense here if you don't understand it.The male god has to watch it seven times, and you have only watched it a few times.

"Wu Dong, what time is it tomorrow?"

"Six o'clock in the evening, Dahua."

Tan Yue returned to the Weibo homepage, staring at the photo in a daze.With half of his face in disorder, the eyes under the frame are staring blankly at the camera.This is not the first time I have met this person.Judging from his reaction, he was not impulsive because he recognized or saw Tan Yue again.Perhaps, his public figure is just a passerby to him.Then, he came to the movies out of love.You can feel it in his music.

He is a fan.And an insightful fan.

Tan Yue really wanted to listen to the boat song he played again.Not inferior to the smooth notes of the original soundtrack, full of emotions, and the feeling of deja vu.

"We're going to be on location next week, Brother Yue, why don't we take a good rest first."

"Anyway, it's okay to be idle. I'm not in the mood to rest. Forget it. Go buy tickets early for tomorrow's show and come pick me up." Tan Yue closed his eyes again, and played back the words Ling Qingyuan that appeared on the wide screen.Not just the whole story, maybe for him, those three words also made him obsessed.

Ling Qingyuan received a vague notice from Dong Cheng, asking him to go to the central bar to be an accompanist in two days, starting at [-] o'clock in the afternoon.Ling Qingyuan has been in Yaju for almost two weeks, and he also knows when there are guests and where there are many guests.The central bar with a dance floor is only open at night. During the day, it can be described as empty, and there is no good accompaniment.

What made him even more dissatisfied was that this time made it impossible for him to pick up Cheng Lubai from school at night and teach her the principles of acting by the way.Sure enough, when the girl heard that her brother had to work overtime and leave early tomorrow, she immediately became unhappy.

"Brother, your working hours won't change in the future." Cheng Lubai heard the news on his way to school, and stood at the school gate to refuse to let his brother leave.

"I'm going to be late. I said I'll just work overtime tomorrow. Besides, our family, you're afraid that if you run away, you won't be able to teach you."

"I'm...not afraid." Cheng Lubai let go of her brother, stood against the wall by the school gate, and organized his words: "I always feel that you know so many things, as if you are not my brother." .”

"What nonsense. Your brother is not your brother, what else can it be?"

Cheng Lubai rushed up to reach his glasses frame, but the latter hurriedly dodged to dodge.She looked at her brother dissatisfied and said, "I've always wanted to say, you're not short-sighted, and you're playing cool. Brother, your style has changed so much recently."

"Silly girl, your brother's knowledge book is all in these glasses... If you talk nonsense again, I will kick you into the school gate. Be careful after school tomorrow. Do your homework well." Ling Qingyuan rudely replied to her.Seeing the girl making a funny face and disappearing like a rabbit, I believed that what she just said was just nonsense.

The next afternoon, Ling Qingyuan went to work early as scheduled, and went directly to the Central Bar, which he had never been to before.It's a little thoughtless to say that he has been in Yaju for so long, and he really hasn't wandered around. One is that the working hours are from evening to early morning, and he just doesn't want to wander around when he is tired after work. Second, he doesn't want to look too deliberate. Too deliberate inquiring into this place that is "a place of right and wrong" to him.

Ling Qingyuan walked into the central bar without the slightest feeling of being cramped into a narrow space.It's not an exaggeratedly large place, but its level of luxury is comparable to the gorgeous atrium of a top hotel plus the recording site of a TV show.What steals the spotlight is the lifting dance floor in the middle, and the two large LCD screens on the left and right in the back.There are four bars in the four corners of the house, and the card seats or small round tables are completely decorated with stars like the starry sky at night.

Are you familiar?Do you have any impression of being here before?Ling Qingyuan closed his eyes subconsciously, looking for possible traces with his instinctive consciousness.If he had already drank a lot outside Yaju, if he came to Yaju to drink away his sorrows... the time was late at night, and the time of death was after twelve o'clock in the morning.If someone were going to kill him, would he be drunk in public?

If the room is noisy and lively, and lights and music are playing on the stage, who would care what happens in a secret box.

"...Hebai, Cheng Hebai!"

Ling Qingyuan stood by the door in a daze, while he couldn't find himself, many people had already come to the bar.Dong Cheng's cry brought him back to his senses, and only then did he see a few people in clothes similar to his own standing around him, and he realized that they should be the luthiers of Yaju just like himself.

Why do you need so many luthiers at once?

There was the sound of battery cars running over the gravel road outside the door, and after the sound of chaotic footsteps, another man in his 30s led three young people.The leading man spoke first. Although he was speaking to the person he brought, he intended to tell everyone present.

"I called everyone here today, of course, because you all know how to play the piano and even played in a band. You are artists under Hongxin's banner. Of course, I don't know if those who can only eat can be considered artists. But there is a Opportunity, you can fight for it yourself."

Ling Qingyuan could tell that this thirty-year-old man with a mischievous appearance and anti-trend appearance should be a manager.He heard the ruffian again say a few rules, telling them to behave themselves.

He was a director.He naturally knows about things in the industry. For example, the young artist who has just signed a contract and has not yet seen his stardom belongs to the bottom of the food chain.Several of Yaju's resident luthiers looked at each other in blank dismay, all thinking that they were obviously Yaju's wage earners, how could they be put together with Hongxin's artists.

Dong Cheng coughed twice, said that the next thing would be left to Hongxin, and he turned around and left.Just two seconds after he left, another group of people entered the gate.

Ling Qingyuan saw Weiwei walking in with two men who were slightly similar in appearance and temperament.Those who followed them, even he, who knew nothing about pop music, would recognize them.The two young luthiers next to him made a commotion and immediately called out AQUA.

"Brother, uncle, it seems that the uncle really cleared the place for us." Wei Wei said to the two men next to her, and suddenly remembered her stingy uncle and sneered: "That's what we bought with our money."

Ling Qingyuan immediately recognized the shrewd-looking middle-aged man with a beard and mustache.Not to mention the distant intersection, he had seen him at his memorial service recently.His name is the producer Shao Lirong, who is also the manager of Hongxin Media.

The young man on the other side, Ling Qingyuan had a vague impression of his previous life, remembering that he was holding countless contracts of artistes in his hand.The executive president of Hongxin Entertainment, the manager of the performing arts department.

AQUA, who was only three and one missing, was not very excited, at least not as relaxed and active in front of their boss as they were in front of the camera.They nodded to Shao Weiwei and walked towards the stage without saying a word.Four microphone racks have been set up there, drums and electronic pianos are also ready to be placed, and bassist Quin brings his own bass.

Shao Lirong and Shao Weiming came forward to participate in the selection of keyboard players, which also shows the importance of AQUA to Hongxin's entertainment circle.At this moment, Hongxin's ruffian manager had adjusted the positions of the tables and chairs, facing the center of the dance floor.Shao Lirong and Shao Weiming took their seats naturally.

"No way……"

Ling Qingyuan heard the whisper of the luthier next to him: No way.The popular band AQUA is missing a keyboard player, and judging from today's posture, they want to choose a newcomer to fill the vacancy.If you can become a member of AQUA, not to mention the remuneration and value, the glorious stardom is imminent.

Ling Qingyuan was not very happy.Of course he knew about Hongxin Company. When he was a director, the company extended an olive branch to him, and it was Shao Lirong who asked him to be a contract director.Ling Qingyuan refused without even thinking about it.Although the contracted director has the guarantee of capital chain, actors and even distribution, he can no longer shoot his own subject matter.This is killing him.

Moreover, Hongxin Company has always had a reputation in the entertainment industry as an artist-making machine and a blood-and-sweat company.

Ling Qingyuan's palms were a little sweaty, and he was not sure whether he should jump or retreat at this time - he was in front of him, and the reborn young man, Cheng Hebai, also yearned for the entertainment industry.Is it time to return to this puddle now?

Shao Weiwei clapped her hands and signaled for a total of seven backup keyboard players to stand up and listen to her.

"As you can see, AQUA's keyboard player Unus has left the team. You are lucky, you can try to fill in this hole. The instruments on the stage have been set up, and everyone will have 10 to [-] minutes later to play four songs with AQUA. Up to five pieces. It may be an improvisation, or it may be their work, whether you have heard it or not, what you want is the greatest degree of coordination and perfect live effects."