The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing God and Playing Ghosts No. 20 Days He nodded slightly and held up a finger reservedly: "Eat one more."

The finals are scheduled for a week later, and the entire Restart schedule is in full swing. For the students, the pressure and burden have accumulated to the extreme.

But this does not include Jiang Yiming.

After a few days of lingering in Zhong Sheng's apartment, Young Master Jiang ran back to his own villa, and acted coquettishly and lazy to his doting parents in this life without any pressure.

"Mingming lost weight. It must be because of the hard training. Get a good rest when you get home. Don't do any messy performances, be good." Jiang's mother stroked Young Master Jiang's soft, fluffy curly hair and said lovingly.

So, Jiang Yiming lay down at home with peace of mind and made a salted fish.

Bao Qiwen bit his handkerchief, not daring to break into Jiang's house to pull Young Master Jiang up to rehearse the show, so he had to bombard him on WeChat every day.

After Jiang Yiming blocked Bao Qiwen's ten mother chicken accounts, he received another message from Rapunzel.

Rapunzel.: Have you rehearsed yet? !Ready for any talent show? ? ?Don't lie in bed! ! !The little belly is coming out!It's going to be powdered! ! !

Jiang Yiming was lying on the cushion at the head of the bed. When he received the news, he was shocked and sat up straight from the cushion.

Zhong Sheng? ? ?

Jiang Yiming carefully looked at the profile picture that was the same as Zhong Sheng's, and then looked at the nickname display above the message bar, and finally found a tiny "." after the four words "Rapunzel".

The corner of Jiang Yiming's mouth twitched, he didn't know that Bao Qiwen had put his trumpet inside, it was so secretive.

For the sake of Bao Qiwen's hard work, Jiang Yiming reluctantly edited a message and sent it: Get up, get in line, and all the audience stood up and applauded and screamed for me.

Bao Qiwen looked worriedly at the latest news that popped up on his phone. Judging from Jiang Yiming's previous performances, he was basically able to stand and never move. If he moved, he would walk lazily for a few times and then stop.

He was even more worried that on the stage of the finals a few days later, when it came to Jiang Yiming's solo session, Young Master Jiang couldn't support the stage of the Restart Finals by himself, and then the audience booed, and Young Master Jiang's self-esteem was broken into pieces.

Bao Qiwen turned his head and told his assistant: "Please invite a group of sailors to the scene. You don't need to do anything else. Just scream and applaud and stand up after Young Master Jiang's performance. By the way, arrange for them to sit apart and avoid the sailors." too obvious."

"Oh!"

"People from our team also went to the scene to observe, remember..." Bao Qiwen said after thinking about it.

"Stand up and scream and applaud after the young master finished." The assistant has learned to answer quickly.

Bao Qiwen nodded in relief. He had worried too much for Young Master Jiang's self-esteem.

And the young master Jiang in the Jiang family's villa is still heartless.

He asked someone to make himself a pear-shaped instrument, about the size of an adult's hand, with a mouthpiece on the top and sound holes on the side wall.

After Jiang Yiming got the customized Xun, he played with it for a while.

Xun was first used in sacrificial activities, and later, somehow, it gradually became an important member of court music.

In his previous life, he seldom played the xun in front of others, not because of any reason, but because he didn't have a chance. Later, the emperor heard it and praised him for playing it wonderfully. Listening to the king, he felt refreshed and happy.

Jiang Yiming didn't care if it was a lie told by the emperor to praise him as the national teacher, anyway, he felt that he was indeed much better than the vocal teachers invited in the court.

On the stage of the finals this time, since he wanted to show off his style solo, Jiang Yiming simply brought Xun back to the stage.

The xun in Jiang Yiming's hand is made of purple sand pottery, with red lacquer all over, depicting golden dragons and cloud patterns. It is simple and magnificent, not like a musical instrument, but like an exquisite handicraft, which makes people unable to move it. open your eyes.

Jiang Yiming lowered his head to familiarize himself with the Xun in his hand, and couldn't help laughing. He asked the butler for a custom-made Xun, but he didn't expect that the other party brought him such a flirtatious little thing.

The housekeeper's grandfather was serious and old-fashioned, and said in a respectful and gentle voice: "The musical instrument that the young master wants must be in line with the young master's identity and temperament. An ordinary xun is not decent."

Jiang Yiming's eldest brother, Jiang Xunchuan, saw such a xun, held it in his hand and looked at it over and over again, and finally frowned and asked displeasedly: "Why does the golden dragon on this only have gold powder? It's too poor, how can it be worthy of our Mingming?" "

Jiang Yiming snatched the Xun back and made a face at Jiang Xunchuan: "Brother, the show is over."

Hearing this, Jiang Xunchuan withdrew his expression, scratched the back of his head honestly, and smiled: "Really? But, really, don't I need someone to make a new one?"

"I thought I was a rich second-generation son with solid background, not some upstart." Jiang Yiming raised his chin reservedly.

Father Jiang nodded in agreement: "That's right, Chuanchuan, you should read more fashion and aesthetic magazines to cultivate yourself."

Jiang Xunchuan rubbed his chin. He remembered that he had just appeared on the June cover boutique man selected by a magazine last month. Is there something wrong with his aesthetics?Must not.

With a gold necklace on his neck, Jiang Xunchuan leaned on Jiang Yiming's shoulder with his long legs crossed: "Mingming, brother wants to hear you brag about this little thing."

Jiang Yiming turned his head to look at his 1.8-meter-tall elder brother, and acted like a baby to him?unacceptable.

But Jiang Yiming's heart softened, and while curling his lips, he brought the Xun to his lips: "Just blow for a while."

Jiang Xunchuan opened his eyes slightly, he probably didn't expect his request to be granted, he nodded immediately: "Okay, okay."

Then quietly turned on the recording.

Jiang Yiming lowered his eyelashes halfway, took a light breath, the air flow slowly poured out from his lips, and his pale and slender fingers were full of power, skinny and transparent.

Zisha Tao Xun's vocal range is wide, and the tone is ethereal and vicissitudes. Jiang Xunchuan didn't know what song Jiang Yiming was playing, but he felt suddenly empty in his heart, as if he had lost something.

He sat up straight and looked at his younger brother.

The young man's slender neck bent in an elegant and beautiful arc, and his eyes, which were always shining with jokes, were half covered, so that Jiang Xunchuan could not see clearly what the other party was thinking at this moment.

Jiang Xunchuan thought, is the sound he heard and the feelings he felt the same as Jiang Yiming's feelings at this moment?

He frowned unconsciously, until the last note of the song fell, and then he lost all expression, turned off the recording, put on a carefree surprise, and suddenly hooked Jiang Yiming's shoulder: "It sounds so good! What is Mingming?" When will it be? As a big brother, I don’t even know.”

"...The interest clubs in the university, just learn it." Jiang Yiming froze a little, and found an excuse to prevaricate, and then added superfluously, "Talented, learn quickly."

Jiang Xunchuan laughed, very much Jiang Yiming's explanation.

He didn't delve into it too much, but just rubbed Jiang Yiming's soft curly hair, and said in agreement: "Our Mingming is a genius, and we can learn everything quickly."

It was rare for Jiang Yiming to accept this praise with a guilty conscience.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother bent their eyebrows gently, looked at the two brothers who were fighting in front of them, and said nothing.

Jiang Yiming practiced the Xun at home for two days, and then he couldn't bear it anymore. Every time he blew the Xun, Jiang Xunchuan stood at the door of his room, looking at him with kindness and unconcealed sadness, as if he It's like carrying some heavy suffering on your body.

He fled back to Zhong Sheng's apartment.

Because of this, Jiang Xunchuan also missed his baby brother's singing practice, which made Jiang Xunchuan, the younger brother, know that he regretted it afterwards.

Zhong Sheng cut a plate of fruit and put it in front of Jiang Yiming. He sat cross-legged on the carpet next to Jiang Yiming's sofa, leaning against the sofa where Jiang Yiming was sitting, and forked an apple slice and passed it up.

Jiang Yiming lowered his head and stretched his neck to take a slice.

Zhong Sheng fed to his heart's content, Jiang Yiming ate until his belly swelled, Bao Qiwen... didn't see anything, otherwise he would die of worry.

The time for the rehearsal and preparations passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the eve of the finals. All participating students were required to go through the rehearsal and perform a collective opening dance.

Compared with the dances performed in previous competitions, the opening dance was very simple, and it took only one morning for eight people to get all the dance poses.

Ren Zhongyuan found Jiang Yiming in the break. Jiang Yiming was sitting on the cushion, biting the sunglasses he wore during the rehearsal, and twisting the bottle cap.

Seeing this, Ren Zhongyuan naturally took the mineral water bottle from Jiang Yiming's hand, subconsciously unscrewed it for the other party and handed it back.

Jiang Yiming looked up at the other party in a daze, and raised his eyebrows: "Thank you?"

Ren Zhongyuan came back to his senses, he didn't know why he did it naturally, his face blushed, and he looked at Jiang Yiming with some embarrassment: "...You're welcome."

"Is there something wrong?" Jiang Yiming asked.

"...No, I just came to take a look." Ren Zhongyuan touched his nose, and he shrank back again, feeling that he didn't seem to have the confidence to stand in front of Jiang Yiming.

Lu Kan sat next to Jiang Yiming familiarly, saw Ren Zhongyuan leaving awkwardly, he whispered: "Ray is still thinking about Mr. Duan Fei, he didn't see you coming to the rehearsal a few days ago, he was in a panic."

"Didn't he apologize? What are you holding back?" Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows in doubt.

"But you didn't forgive him." Lu Kan said.

"I said I forgive him." Jiang Yiming disregarded the relationship, "It has nothing to do with me."

Lu Kan clicked his tongue: "Then your attitude towards him doesn't look like forgiveness at all."

Jiang Yiming understood, and he rolled his eyes: "Do you still want me to shake hands and touch his shoulders, and get together lively? Before this happened, I didn't know him so well."

Lu Kan was choked by Jiang Yiming's words, and felt that it made sense, but also felt that something was wrong.

How come there is no love for teammates who have been together day and night for more than three months?

Jiang Yiming stood up, patted his buttocks, "Is the rehearsal over? I'm going to have lunch, see you in the afternoon."

"Eh? Aren't we together?" Lu Kan also stood up.

"I'm going to have a seafood feast, Buddha jumps over the wall, is AA coming?" Jiang Yiming asked.

"No, I can't afford it." Lu Kan twitched the corners of his mouth.

……

The rehearsal in the afternoon was a one-person cutscene, and Jiang Yiming was the finale and came last.

When it was Jiang Yiming's turn, the staff at the scene had already ordered takeaway supper.

Jiang Yiming mingled with a group of staff members, and was having a good time eating a few spicy crayfish.

Choreographer Xue Ke twitched the corners of his mouth, hesitating whether to disturb Young Master Jiang for supper.

"Jiang Shao? Jiang Shao? Have you eaten? Let's go to the rehearsal?" Director Xue asked humbly.

Jiang Yiming wiped the oil on his mouth, and his lips were bright red and beautiful from the stimulation of the spicy oil. He nodded slightly, and raised a finger reservedly: "Eat another one."