Chapter 269 267. Please tell your story
"Why did I get rushed?"
After a night of hangover, when Xu Xin got up to eat breakfast in the morning, Xu Xin was a little puzzled when he heard Sun Ting's words.
Today, Sun Ting, who finally got the hang of it and talked about it with Brother Xu and Sister Mi, after explaining the cause and effect, Xu Xin nodded:
"So, the movement of "The Wind" is not small?"
"It's not so much "The Wind"...it's better to talk about the matter between you and Sister Mi. After the interview, everyone is digging out the details of whether you and Sister Mi are in love..."
"Dig and dig, just tell me how hot it is."
"Quite tall."
Sun Ting is telling the truth.
Although the production team does not hear anything outside the window, on the Internet, since Xu Xin's bar was washed away by bees, whether there is any news about whether the two are in love has become a matter that has been talked about. .
True fans are resolutely resisting.
Passerby fans are paying attention.
And even those who are indifferent, know about these scandals passed on by the two of them.
This heat...
Really not small.
When Xu Xin heard this, he thought about it and speeded up his meal.
After finishing a bowl of porridge, he got up and said:
"What time is our flight?"
Yang Mi shook her head:
"Take the plane of the big old king. Don't we have to go to the bend... We won't be able to rest for a few days when we go back. The wheel is very urgent. There are hundreds of people~"
"Tsk..."
Xu Xin responded:
"Okay, then hurry up and wake them up. Let's go straight back to Yanjing."
"Aren't you going to the factory?"
Yang Mi knows what these scandals mean to Xiying Studio.
But Xu Xin shook his head:
"It's fine when things are done. What can I ask the leader now? How am I doing? ... No need, it seems too eager for quick success. What I can do is already done. I can't make wool but I can do it alone, right? So there's no need to go."
"...Okay, then you go and call them up?"
"A good morning kiss?"
Hearing Xu Xin's words, Yang Mi instantly showed a wicked smile:
"Okay, I guess if you continue this kiss, this group of people will vomit today~"
"Haha~"
Xu Xin, who was successfully amused by his fiancée's words, waved his hand:
"I stopped yelling and called them directly. I went to the factory to talk to them about editing and soundtracking."
"Um."
…
"Old Xu, what are you studying?"
On the plane, Wang Sicong looked at Xu Xin, who was pulling the cabinet from time to time, or pushing open the door of the room to probe his head, and asked in puzzlement.
"Study this thing."
Didn't think there was any embarrassment in saying it, so Xu Xin replied openly and closed the bedroom door.
"Is this thing particularly troublesome? What repairs, maintenance... and what kind of routes?"
"this…"
Wang Sicong shook his head sincerely:
"If someone asks, I will definitely blow it. But if you ask, I can only answer you: I don't know either."
Xu Xin was a little speechless:
"What are you bragging about with others?"
"Blow the price, this is Gulfstream, this is what Robert Downey Jr. sat in "Iron Man". What about the sailing speed, Barabara... But the problem is that I know so much, and the rest is a phone call, tell them I Where to go, the group will arrange it. If you ask me, I don’t understand anything else.”
Hearing what Wang Sicong said, Lang Lang on the side also said:
"That's right, Old Xu, don't ask those super-classical questions. If you ask him how the stewardesses are chosen, he will definitely be able to answer you."
"Poof..."
Jay Chou, who was looking at last year's Christie's auction collection album, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Wang Sicong also agreed:
"Yes, yes, please ask, what do you want to know?"
"..."
Xu Xin also understood, it was useless to ask these things.
He simply walked to the side of his fiancée who was dozing off over there.
Yang Mi was hooked by his shoulder in a daze.
"What are you doing?"
"Shall we make this too?"
"…What?"
"Airplane. Shall we get one too?"
"No, it's too high-profile."
Yang Mi refused without even thinking about it.
Then impatiently pushed away the fiancé who was still younger than the elder brother yesterday:
"Get up, you're crushing my hair!"
Then leaned back on the recliner and continued to sleep.
Obviously, "Gu Xiaomeng"'s exhaustion of energy cannot be made up in one night.
Xu Xin, who was making fun of himself, shrugged and sat back beside Lang Lang:
"Hey, let's go find the betel nut Xi Shi after Wanwan?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
The three of them haven't spoken yet.
Yang Mi, who was sleeping behind, mumbled:
"Who will kill who!"
"What does it have to do with us!"
Wang Sicong looked innocent.
Lang Lang said with some emotion:
"Why can't you take Lao Xu with you in the future, it's easy to collapse."
Xu Xin ignored the two guys who were ruthless, but took a look at the booklet in Jay Chou's hand.
It happened that the coloring page that Jay Chou saw was porcelain.
"Hey, are they all for microwave ovens?"
"Hahahahahahaha..."
Under Jay Chou's speechless gaze, the two people beside him laughed like crazy.
Obviously, they would all know what Second Young Master Xu had done.
Jay Chou sighed slightly, closed the booklet and put it aside.
These three people get together, I must not be able to read this book anymore.
"Please, can I have some respect for artwork?"
"Respect, you want Shaanxi people to respect things from the Qing Dynasty?... You have to ask the people of the Tang Dynasty buried in the soil whether they agree or not~ Okay, let's talk about the itinerary. It seems that the Chinese New Year is only a few days away. , how did you design it?"
Xu Xin was complaining, but just as he finished speaking, another sound came from the back of his head:
"Go shopping in Xiangjiang!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
Including Xu Xin, everyone looked at Yang Mi who was obviously sleeping.
"Aren't you sleeping?"
Xu Xin was speechless.
Yang Mi opened her eyes and made a movement.
Stretched out **** and pointed to his own eyes, then pointed to the four people.
That means: ISEEYOU.
It's the same as a police officer looking at a wanted criminal.
Xu Xin turned his head speechlessly:
"Well, let's go shopping in Xiangjiang first."
"..."
"..."
"..."
After being speechless, Jay Chou rolled his eyes:
"Fuck the hell, I'll let you go, I'm a judge, to see if there are any musicians I like. I'm going to go shopping, can you go by yourself, I want rehearsals, I want the Spring Festival Gala!"
"Please, I don't want you in the Spring Festival Gala, I tell you, don't talk like this, super machine woo woo woo woo..."
"Hahahahaha..."
Hearing a group of people laughing wildly, Yang Mi opened her eyes...
Then it closed again.
Forget it, forgive you once.
Next time you dare to disturb my sleep, it will crash!
Hi! !
…
Arriving in Yanjing, the short gathering of friends came to an end temporarily.
Each go back to each house.
Jay Chou will have a rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala tomorrow, and it will be in the morning.
Everyone can leave in the afternoon.
Go to Bend.
Although it’s almost Chinese New Year over there, fortunately, the island itself is not big, and these musicians are all local musicians, so it’s only necessary to give a notice a day or two in advance, and let people come over when the time comes.
And when I got home, the tension was really relaxed.
Even he and Yang Mi didn't communicate much, and the two went back to the bedroom tacitly.
Yang Mi, who slept on the plane just now, obviously didn't get enough sleep.
As soon as he took off his clothes, he closed his eyes under the quilt.
I don’t know how long I slept in a daze, but I finally woke up from hunger.
Looking at the time...it's past nine o'clock.
Beside Yang Mi was still sound asleep, he poked and said:
"Are you hungry? Get up and eat?"
"Don't eat..."
Turning around, Yang Mi fell asleep again.
Xu Xin didn't say much, and walked out of the house.
Then I saw two stainless steel basins on the table. The stainless steel basins were turned upside down, obviously to keep the inside warm.
There are four plates next to it, which are also buckled upside down.
He curiously uncovered the stainless steel basin.
Inside is white with a little yellowish steamed buns.
Opened these plates again, and found that they were full of cold home-cooked dishes.
The handicraft can be seen as father's.
Suddenly, he swallowed.
Although the dish is cold, I don’t even know when my dad made it. But the steamed buns are freshly steamed as soon as you try them.
He habitually ran to the kitchen.
Sure enough, there was still a pot of millet porridge in the pot, which was warm in the heat-insulating rice cooker.
Without saying a word, I filled a bowl, took it to the living room and started eating.
Although the dish is cold, but in the process of cooling, such as peppers and potatoes are "pickled" to taste.
It's simply not too delicious.
Paired with a bowl of hot porridge, the combination of hot and cold taste is absolutely amazing.
but…
Where is Dad?
He dialed Xu Daqiang's phone number, but got a prompt that "the phone you dialed has been turned off".
Dial Li Hao again, but the phone is also turned off.
this…
Dad won't be leaving, will he?
He was a little speechless.
Why don't you just leave.
But it’s understandable, after all, Dad isn’t very busy during normal times at home. But only during the period of the end of the year and the beginning of the year, he really has a lot of things to do.
It is already a rare thing to be able to cook a meal for yourself before leaving.
but…
Now that we’re done cooking, why don’t we make some hand-rolled noodles?
His perception of steamed buns is average.
But Yang Mi likes...
Suddenly, he was taken aback.
After being in a daze for a moment, he shook his head.
Well, I must have thought too much.
No, no, no.
How is it possible...
It’s the old man’s biological baby~
How is it possible?
…
Bend.
Jewel Headquarters.
Xu Xin sat on Jay Chou's boss chair and twisted and twisted there.
Not to mention...
This chair sits quite well.
And Jay Chou watched him turn around to the left and then to the right, and said:
"Aren't you dizzy?"
"This thing can also faint?"
Xu Xin sneered:
"Come here and give me a push, do you believe that I can ascend to the sky with a spiral?... I'm stupid, you two sit there for me!"
Just said a word, but seeing Wang Sicong and Jay Chou standing up at the same time, he hurriedly begged for mercy:
"Wrong, wrong, two big brothers, I was joking."
After confessing, he looked at the empty audition room in the real-time TV broadcast and asked directly:
"Will those musicians come in here? Then we choose?"
"right."
Jay Chou nodded:
"But it's not us, it's the three of you. Everyone is here for me. I can't justify not showing up. So I will be with Lin Mike, A Lang, Wen Shan and the others. Don't you rely on your intuition? Just write down your name and give it to me."
"What about the two of us?"
Wang Sicong was a little dissatisfied:
"Old Xu has a fart intuition, and my intuition is also very accurate, okay?"
"You mean you took me to see the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and it told you that no one would recognize me in disguise, and it turned out that I was stuck in the Ci'en Temple and didn't come out?"
"..."
Wang Sicong, who was speechless for a moment, was still dissatisfied.
It’s just that the dissatisfaction this time is a little guilty:
"This... this man's matter, how can we rely on intuition. Can't we judge from music literacy to something... singing skills?"
"Pull it down quickly."
Xu Xin, who couldn't listen anymore, rolled his eyes:
"Hammer's music literacy. I'll play this for you, I, Goldfinger, you know! Whoever I tap is gold!"
"Eh? Speaking of which, have you two seen that movie? It's a very old movie, and it's about a county magistrate who touches someone and whoever turns into gold..."
Lang Lang suddenly remembered such a thing.
As soon as he said it, Wang Sicong nodded:
"I've seen it, the protagonist looks like a thief. In the end, he turned his wife into a gold one, right?"
"Yes, yes, I have seen it too."
Xu Xin also joined the discussion:
"Golds! Lots of golds! Is that the one? Take a stick..."
"Yes, that movie is good. The movie channel has shown it several times before...what's it called?"
"I forgot too, it's interesting anyway. I remember there was a plot..."
Besides, Jay Chou opened his mouth slightly.
I haven't seen the movie they mentioned.
It doesn't matter...
But the question is why the painting styles of the three of you change so quickly?
Didn’t we discuss music just now?
this…
Finally, he shook his head helplessly, looked at the three people who suddenly fell into deep thought because they couldn't remember the name of the movie, and seemed extremely quiet in the office, and left a sentence:
"I'm going."
"I'm sorry, I remembered! "Legend of the Eight Immortals"!"
"Oh yes yes yes!"
"Hey, there is a computer, see if there is one here at Wanwan! Look for resources! Next~"
"..."
Rely on the cup!
These three people are really...
And just as the three of them were looking for resources on the computer, planning to revisit this old movie with an interesting story, finally, a picture of a contestant appeared on the TV opposite the desk.
"Hello, teachers..."
The three of them just woke up like a dream.
Oh, yes, busy with business.
Both of them returned to sit on the sofa, but Xu Xin felt that the boss chair was quite comfortable.
He knew very well that this selection process was actually very slow, so he simply slid the boss chair and came to the front of the TV.
Xu Xin didn't hear the young musician introducing himself, but when he moved the chair to this side, his singing had already started.
sang a song in Hokkien, but Xu Xin didn't quite understand it.
But listening, he shook his head.
no feelings.
another.
Soon, second, third, fourth...
Lang Lang is not bad. Although he is a pianist, his musical literacy is actually common in some respects.
And he also taught students in Berlin, and the courses were very expensive.
There is patience.
But Wang Sicong gradually became a bit boring.
It was fresh at the beginning, but after a long time... it gradually became boring.
Lighted a cigarette, he muttered:
"so boring."
Nobody paid any attention to him.
Today was supposed to be for the wheels to help.
So even if you are bored, you have to do it with a serious and responsible attitude.
Wang Sicong also knew this, so he just complained, and then leaned on the sofa and continued to stare at the TV.
But as more and more people came, Xu Xin became a little bored.
Because he "has no feeling" for these people.
Because I didn't feel it, my mind always wandered off.
Running and running, I actually started to think about the editing and processing of "The Wind".
He subconsciously shook his head quickly.
It can't be like this.
But... it's really boring to do this.
After thinking about it, he turned around.
Facing Wang Sicong and Lang Lang.
The two of them didn't think too much about it... After all, the singer in front of them really didn't sing very well.
Even, Wang Sicong felt that this was Lao Xu expressing the meaning of "can't bear to look directly".
But Xu Xin found that after turning around, he just listened to the voice, but he was more focused emotionally, so he just maintained this movement and didn't move.
Don't look at the picture, don't look at men and women, just rely on the voice to listen.
If anyone is interested, he turns around.
Occasionally, a certain number will be recorded, and then it will be transferred again.
Over time, Wang Sicong first discovered something was wrong:
"What are you doing?"
"Help him watch these musicians."
"...Then why are you walking around?"
"listen to music."
Xu Xin shrugged:
“I found that listening to music without looking at the picture makes my mind clearer. If there is something that interests me, I turn around, and if I don’t, I don’t.”
Wang Sicong became interested as soon as he heard it.
Looked around, suddenly turned around and asked:
"Are you coming or not?"
He asked Lang Lang.
Lang Lang thought about it, and thought it sounded interesting, so he nodded:
"Come!"
"good!"
Wang Sicong walked out of Jay Chou's office, and soon came over pushing two swivel chairs.
Then the three of them stopped making sofas and just sat on swivel chairs in front of the TV.
Unity faces the TV with its back.
Listening to the singing inside, Lang Lang half-closed his eyes and nodded:
"Hmm... not bad... not bad... eh, no, there is something wrong with this intonation."
Wang Sicong nodded slightly when he heard this:
"Well, then I won't turn. What about you, Xu?"
Xu Xin rolled his eyes:
"It's not a competition, whoever thinks it sounds good will switch... huh?"
Suddenly, a strange feeling rose in his heart.
Weird…
And when he suddenly fell silent, the two thought he was listening, and they didn't bother.
But after waiting for a few minutes, Xu Xin suddenly said:
"I seem to... have an idea."
"What?"
"?"
Under the dubious eyes of the two, Xu Xin twirled his fingers in mid-air:
"Have you ever thought about what if this is a studio?"
"..."
"..."
…
"Okay, that's it for the morning. Thank you for your hard work. Jewell's original intention is to find more like-minded musicians. For the musicians who have already sung, we have videos of your songs and performances. After sorting out , we will conduct a re-examination. During the re-examination, you can bring your own original songs to help us understand you under the premise of copyright filing. It is lunch time, please follow the staff to the restaurant. Thank you. "
As Jewel's music director, Mike Lin finished speaking on behalf of Jay Chou.
Everyone dispersed.
And Jay Chou rubbed his ears, and walked back to his office.
Results just opened the door:
"Hey, it's time to eat..."
Before I finished speaking, I heard a sentence:
"I am stupid! This is good, this is OK!"
"...?"
Isn’t it, aren’t these rotten people listening to music in the morning?
Jay Chou was instinctively speechless.
Then I saw Xu Xin in front of the sofa, who was writing and drawing, and the two generals on the left and right:
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Hearing this, Lang Lang raised his head and waved quickly:
"Hurry up, Lao Xu has come up with a new variety show, hahahaha, interesting, very interesting!"
"???"
Jay Chou was taken aback.
But immediately said dumbfoundingly:
"Hey, I asked you to help me find someone, what are you doing?"
"It's a variety show looking for people, come here, come here!"
Xu Xin pointed directly in front of the TV:
"Go there and stand."
"...?"
Although he was wondering what Xin was going to do, Jay Chou still stood in front of the TV.
"Then what?"
"Hey Hey…"
The three big men laughed at the same time.
Jay Chou, who laughed, felt a little nervous.
At this time, I saw the three people sitting on three chairs, then turned around and pointed the back of the chair at him.
What is this for?
Jay Chou is stupid.
Then I heard Xu Xin's words:
"Please introduce yourself."
"..."
The corner of Jay Chou's mouth twitched...
I?
Player?
You three dare to say it!
Okay, I want to see what you guys think!
So he said perfunctorily:
"My name is Jay Chou, Jay Chou, the king of Asia."
"..."
"..."
"..."
No one said anything.
Then just when Jay Chou thought that his name had "shocked" them, Xu Xin's voice sounded again:
"Well, it's crazy... Please say you... No, please start your singing."
"Hey! Are you playing for real?"
"Hurry up, don't blot. I'll give you a big surprise later!"
"...I believe you are a ghost."
Jay Chou grumbled, and coughed lightly while supporting his hungry stomach:
"Ahem... I can't say why~ I became very confused!"
"Why are the backs of the three chairs facing me~ oh~"
"I want to figure it out~"
"What are you playing!"
"Even my stomach knows how I feel~"
"You three~ what are you doing~ trick~"
"I want you to sing ~live~"
"I want to take you~ the three of you to dinner~together~"
"Talk about work ~ until we are full ~"
"I want to take you to lunch just like this~ Hey!"
"Can you please don't mess with me~ bastard!"
"Damn~ cup you three~"
"I'm~really really hungry~"
"So don't play~ let's go eat~ bastard~"
Finally, Wang Sicong was the first one who couldn't resist his cursing version of "Simple Love".
turned around directly.
Jay Chou stopped singing immediately.
Just wondering what he was doing when he turned around, Wang Sicong waved his hand again:
"Keep going and don't stop."
"..."
As a last resort, Jay Chou could only sing again:
"I want to take you guys to lunch just like this~ eh!~"
"The words I sang just now~ I have forgotten it~!"
"Hey, Ah Xin and Lao Lang~"
"Hurry up and turn around~"
"It's so simple to eat~"
Lang Lang finally turned around too.
But…
"Hey~ let's sing Ah Xin bastard~"
"Why don't you turn around~"
"If you don't turn around, I will ~sing and keep walking~..."
A song ended, but Xu Xin didn't turn around.
Until Jay Chou couldn't take it anymore, he stopped the version of "Simple Love" that I don't know if it is cursing or hungry...
"Hey, what are you doing!"
As soon as he stopped, Wang Sicong and Lang Lang applauded spontaneously.
Frightened Jay Chou thought that there was something wrong with Lang Lang's music appreciation ability.
And at this moment, Xu Xin finally turned around.
Looking straight at Jay Chou...
"This contestant!"
"..."
"I can hear it..."
He nodded slightly at Jay Chou:
"Your singing has appeals!"
"Poof..."
Lang Lang couldn't hold back any longer, and let out a chuckle.
Xu Xin glanced at him dissatisfied:
"Teacher Lang Lang, can you be more serious on this occasion?"
"Ahem... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mine. Teacher Xu, um, please continue to comment."
Wang Sicong on the side was already twitching all over.
At this time, Xu Xin looked at the speechless Jay Chou again:
"Can you tell us about your mental journey when creating this song?"
"..."
Like to play, don't you?
Bad guy.
Okay, I'll accompany you on the show.
Then nodded slightly:
"Okay, Teacher Xu Xin..."
"Poof..."
"Goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose..."
Amid the wild laughter of the two, Jay Chou stared at Xu Xin:
"I wrote this song when I was very hungry. I was very hungry, but someone still didn't eat with me. So, after I finished singing, I will throw him downstairs!"
Unexpectedly, when Xu Xin heard this, his face was calm:
"So that's it... a very touching creative idea. What we lack is such an original musician, two teachers, what do you think?"
"...Um... Puff... Mmm, that's right... Puff... Ahem... I think this musician's thinking is bahahahaha..."
Before he even finished saying "great", Wang Sicong really couldn't hold it back, so he just curled up on the chair while covering his stomach and laughing.
Xu Xin ignored it, but turned to look at Lang Lang:
"Where's Mr. Lang Lang?"
"Well, the low pitch is accurate, the middle pitch is stable, and the high pitch is sweet! Hey, boy, what kind of car are you driving?"
"..."
Jay Chou was taken aback for a moment, and tentatively replied:
"AE86?"
"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."
Wang Sicong simply smiled and covered his face.
The kind of tears that can't be stopped.
Lang Lang nodded:
"Well, the taste is good... Teacher Xu?"
"my words…"
Xu Xin pondered for a moment, then nodded:
"It's a pity. If I knew this singer's creative journey is so touching, I should have turned around earlier..."
"Hahahahahaha...oh fuck...oh fuck...hahahahaha..."
Amidst Wang Sicong's wild laughter that could almost be called a gaffe, Xu Xin spread his hands after commenting on this sentence:
"Well, time will never come back. This Jay Chou player!"
"…what?"
"Next, it's your turn to make a choice! It's your choice to join the Weigang Wang team, who is as rich as a country, young and golden, and ten daughters!"
Wang Sicong subconsciously puffed up his chest with tears in his eyes.
Then Xu Xin turned to Lang Lang again:
"Let's join the top three pianists today, born with a suave, handsome, elegant and good-looking team!"
"Hey, you're welcome!"
Lang Lang clasped his hands together.
Then, Xu Xin extended his palm to Jay Chou:
"The right to choose is up to you!"
"?????"
this…
What is this?
Jay Chou was completely dumbfounded.
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(end of this chapter)