from the star

When the sky was getting late, the wind blew up, and the sunset glow that had just been like a curtain suddenly became dim and uncertain, swaying like fishing lights on a boat.Ling Qingyuan was pacing in the corridors of Yaju, the air was very humid and oppressive, his chest was congested, and many complicated and unpredictable thoughts arose.

For the first time, he knew that the relationship between Daishan Yaju and Hongxin Company was so close.As for Hongxin, it has always been a well-known Bawang company in the entertainment circle.

Some people envy Hongxin's performing arts training school for constantly creating grassroots myths, but they don't know how much hard-earned money the artists under the company have to pay.Hongxin's records and stars focus on artists, while Hongxin Media focuses on producing film and television works.The reason why Shao Lirong attended his memorial service before was also because the only meeting between the two was at the negotiating table - Hongxin Media wanted to buy out Ling Qingyuan and become their contracted director.

Could it be because of this reason that Hongxin took revenge on himself and then murdered him?Ling Qingyuan thought about it carefully.It was six or seven years ago that Shao Lirong and him talked about signing a contract. At that time, he was nominated for the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film with "Lonicera". So Hongxin took the opportunity to discuss cooperation with him, and both parties knew it was an opportunity to hype.Things have been going on for so long, it would be too patient to wait until today to start.

Besides, he didn't think that a small director who refused a contract could get into any kind of catastrophe.This is also a common thing in the industry. It's similar to quitting if you can't agree on the salary, or a celebrity who wants to change jobs and breaks up if you can't agree on the negotiation.

But this incident also reminded Ling Qingyuan, no matter whether Hongxin and Daishan Yaju had tampered with his death, Cheng Hebai had to be very careful not to trap this crocodile's maw.

He strolled along the downhill mountain road towards the low and flat terrain.If he is a simple tourist, the left and right scenery can be described as beautiful.Just not far away, there is a pool of rippling water like a fairyland. On a hot day, you can't see the steaming heat, but it is not difficult to guess that it is a group of hot springs.

The mountains and forests and the bamboo and wooden houses are hidden, which makes people think of the habitat of the forest guards, and the materials are taken locally, which is completely natural.Know without a doubt that these premises are places for guests to relax.Ling Qingyuan walked up a section of wooden steps, and the broad-leaved forests on both sides were relatively open like a gate, and the bank of Daixi Reservoir could be seen suddenly.

Ling Qingyuan felt a tightly twisted string in his heart move.Yaju is so close to the reservoir, and there are speedboats and elegant cruise ships moored on the shore.If what he was standing on was the road of no return that day...was picked up by someone on a speedboat from this road, and thrown into the water in the middle of the lake... Ling Qingyuan felt horrified when he thought about it.

The wind picked up again, the sound of trees swaying seemed to be whimpering, the sun lingered on the horizon, and the mountains were blocked by mountains, there was no more light except shadows and afterglow.The surrounding area is desolate, but it seems that there are eyes watching him secretly, and the wonderful illusion of "die again" is strangely attached to his body.

"..."

Ling Qingyuan didn't believe that the tree could speak, and he didn't believe that someone would call him in this natural silence.He was as motionless as a wooden stake, watching the sporadic waves rising from the reservoir tens of meters away, gurgling tides.

What did he look like when he died, his body was covered in algae and mud, and after all, could he still be clothed.He was discovered within a few hours of his death, so he shouldn't be very ugly, and the stench should not be...

"Cheng Hebai..."

"Cheng Hebai..."

Someone called him, someone really called him.Ling Qingyuan's shoulders trembled and he turned back slowly. He saw a man walking down the stairs. From a distance, he could see his pure linen handmade long-sleeved shirt with three buttons open from the chest to the neckline, the tight waist of his trousers and the slim fit. Trousers.

"Shao..." Ling Qingyuan frowned, thinking about that person's name.

"Weiming." Shao Weiming walked to Ling Qingyuan's side just as he finished speaking. "My surname is Shao, and my humble name is Weiming. Please remember that."

Ling Qingyuan's first reaction was that this coquettish young man had watched too many TV series, but then he thought that this is what he does, so he followed his words and replied, "Mr. Shao."

"Is Hebai looking at the scenery here?" Shao Weiming gestured to look around for a week, and then his eyes fell back on the person opposite: "It's a good view, Uncle really has a good view here."

Ling Qingyuan was very unimpressed by the uninvited familiarity of the other party, he politely said: "Daishan Yaju is naturally extraordinary." After speaking, he nodded and turned to leave.

Shao Weiming stopped him, with one hand pressing Cheng Hebai's shoulder, which was already turned away, with light strength but made it clear that he would not let him go.He took two steps and drew a semicircle to turn right in front of Cheng Hebai, obviously blocking his way.

"Mr. Shao?" Ling Qingyuan removed his hand on her shoulder without showing any trace.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just said your collar was blown in the wind."

Ling Qingyuan turned over the collar of his shirt without knowing why, and thanked him politely.Shao Weiming was not satisfied, he looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "Hebai, you are so spotless that I feel ashamed."

"Is there anything else, Mr. Shao?" Ling Qingyuan asked coldly, his voice would not be warmer than the night wind in the mountains, and he pronounced the words emphatically, emphasizing "Mr. Shao".

"I want to listen to your performance, although it may not be your working hours yet. But it doesn't matter... I will pay for it. Whether it is overtime pay or tips, I will pay for it. I want to listen to both Weiwei and Tan Yingdi. The continuous sound of the piano." Obviously, Shao Weiming also deliberately emphasized the word Tan Yingdi, and the irony was beyond words.

President Shao of Hongxin Entertainment is gnashing his teeth at Faide, the leading male star who has overtaken the mountain.

Since it's just ordering songs, it's easy to handle.Ling Qingyuan made a gesture of invitation, led the way first, and signaled the two to go back to the light bar.Shao Weiming scratched his temple, and when he turned around, he felt that the luthier was more like the owner of the place.It's not a showy aura, but a degree of relaxation and the ability to freely manipulate a certain environment.

Shao Weiming has seen all kinds of people, beautiful and ugly, indifferent and lively, strong and weak... A young man who is only 24 years old and has not experienced much in the world, he couldn't find a word to describe it.If I have to use an inappropriate word to describe it, it is "field control".

Yes, it is to control the field, grasp the changing joints around you, adjust yourself, and control the environment.

Some people appear mediocre because of their superior appearance; some people appear vulgar because their temper is too exposed.Shao Weiming didn't expect that there really is a kind of person, not only the texture is not ordinary, but even the temperament is not ordinary.Such as beautiful jade in the mountains, beautiful in the middle.

"Mr. Shao, what song do you want to listen to?" The two returned to the light bar, Ling Qingyuan straightened his clothes and sat down on the piano bench.Shao Weiming didn't intend to sit at the booth bar or sofa, but leaned against the piano, looking at the luthier from top to bottom.

"Weiwei ordered it, and you play all the songs ordered by the actor."

Ling Qingyuan glanced at Shao Weiming inquisitively, and was sensitive to the fact that the young master definitely didn't come to listen to the music—if he was really a drunk, whore and gambler, that would be fine.The most troubling thing is that he is still a spendthrift, but not a beanbag.

Shao Weiming is in charge of Hongxin Starlight and is also the CEO of Hongxin Entertainment.Digging pits to grow radishes was what this man did.

"Hebai, tell me in advance. I don't understand music, not at all. But I can tell who is 'playing' and who is 'acting'. But you don't have to be stage fright, I just want to hear songs that everyone says are good .”

Is this called drawing out the bottom line before giving a bite of candy?Ling Qingyuan smiled inwardly, nodded in response, and raised his hand to start playing.

Ling Qingyuan picked up the three songs that Shao Weiwei ordered.The melody is too familiar, and proficiency has long been no problem. If you mobilize your mental state a little, you can put full emotions on your fingertips.Starting with the rigorous Bach, the prelude warms people up, and the fugue connects the heart and ears, then turns to Swan Lake, full of ups and downs, graceful and gorgeous, and finally pop music, catchy, dynamic and cheerful.

Shao Weiming was so absorbed in listening to it that he even scratched the time randomly in the air.At the end of the song, he looked at Ling Qingyuan with admiration and said: "It seems that Weiwei's words are good, and it really is pleasing music. It's easy to play."

The next song, "Boat Song", Ling Qingyuan felt that something was wrong, and his raised hand did not come down for a long time.Is it because he forgot the fingering or the melody, and he can improvise the blurred parts like last time; is it because the emotion is not in place, but he is as familiar with the content of the movie as a part of his own body.

Seeing those hands fall back to his knees, Shao Weiming asked, "What's the matter?"

"Does Mr. Shao know the origin of this song?"

Shao Weiming asked curiously, "Oh, tell me about it."

"It's called "Boat Song", and it's the theme song of the movie "Passing Water". Well, the movie is about a person who can't step into the same river twice." Ling Qingyuan played tricks, he saw Shao Weiming's slender eyebrows A knot is tied in the middle, revealing less obvious confusion, and it is only slightly refreshed to start playing.

After playing a few bars, the feeling of pressing the keys is still wrong. Whether this subtle error is a problem of timbre or emotion, Ling Qingyuan is not sure.

People who listened to this song for the first time might not be able to figure out these small differences, but how could Ling Qingyuan be like them, he was too aware that this was different from last time.He tried his best to adjust himself, projected the images of the movie in his mind, recalled the feeling of Shuibo, brought into the era of brotherhood and war, and tried to put himself in the perspective of missing relatives and looking for relatives.

Still no success.It's like singing on the empty land of Yimapingchuan, without echo or resonance.

He finally finished the piece smoothly.Of course, there is no doubt about the degree of proficiency and completion, but the overflowing, overflowing, pouring music sounds, like the river water that has finally found its way... This feeling is gone.

Shao Weiming smacked his mouth and rubbed his tongue: "It's played very well. But it seems that the actor only has this level of appreciation."

Ling Qingyuan stood up unhurriedly and faced Shao Weiming, looked straight into his eyes and said, "The theme that this song wants to express is: what you heard tonight is the same song as what you played that night, even if it is the same song, It's completely different."

The two looked at each other in silence, which could be considered a stalemate if not a confrontation.

Shao Weiming pursed his thin lips, and then spun a cactus-like smile: "...I don't have the taste for such a deep meaning. You see, I'm not humble, I said I don't understand music. Tan Yue Mr. is a person who has a style and understands art."

Ling Qingyuan felt a sense of arrogance for no reason, he couldn't understand this man's frivolous expression, his countenance and tone of voice.The two stood up straight and looked at each other. Cheng Hebai was no shorter than Shao Weiming. The age gap between Cheng Hebai and Shao Weiming was overwhelmed by Ling Qingyuan's insight and keen handling of things.

He decided to retreat and advance: "Mr. Shao, even if the difference in performance is subtle, it is my fault. I did not completely reproduce this piece according to your requirements, so that you have a feeling that there is a fly in the ointment."

"Where is that? You said just now that a person cannot step into the same river twice. Since this song is called "Boat Song", isn't your fluctuating expression just like water waves? You have interpreted it perfectly Subject."

Ling Qingyuan was humble one after another.

"The fly in the ointment is my musical ability." Shao Weiming sighed, took half a step forward and leaned forward, his face almost touching Cheng Hebai's ear: "...But I want to know, is your improvisation also counted? part of the song."

"If you think it is, then it is." Ling Qingyuan stood still, letting his gaze circle his ears: "As a performer, it should be an element of the work itself, don't you think so?"

"You know...Cheng Hebai, you are very fond of me."

"Mr. Shao, your description is inappropriate. If my imperfect playing can still give you a beautiful experience, then I am sincerely grateful for your wrong love, and I suggest you to adjust your mental state." After Ling Qingyuan finished speaking Turning his head ninety degrees, he looked coldly at the other head next to his shoulder.

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