I'm not illiterate

Chapter 10 Selected Songs from "Questioning the Ancients"

Dong Fei followed Zhang Yue's thinking for a while.

A rich woman is still a good-looking rich woman.

He directly hissed.

"How did Xu Mu resist the temptation for so many years?"

Zhang Yue sighed: "Although Xu Mu is stupid, he is really honest."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yue suddenly turned around, picked up the bag in his hand and threw it at Dong Fei: "So!"

"Do you know that if Xu Mu wants to get away with it, even if he doesn't get along with the rich woman, he can go back to the modeling circle and get along well!"

"Can you be more handsome than Xu Mu? What retreat do you have?"

"Xu Mu knows how to act now, you're still insane! You don't know what your last name is when you play the leading role!"

Zhang Yue's sentence pierced Dong Fei's body like a knife.

Just stupefied people.

"Sister, I know I was wrong!" Dong Fei yelled strangely when he was hit by the bag.

At this moment, at the door of the warehouse, Xu Mu came out.

……

After Xu Mu took off her makeup and changed back into her own clothes, she left the warehouse.

Looking around, his car hadn't arrived yet, so he called Xie Chen.

"Mu, go outside the playground, we'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Mu saw the director Hu Yueping squatting in front of the warehouse.

He muttered something about making a comeback.

"Director, I'm coming back."

"Hey, Xu Mu, go back and rest, my assistant will send you tomorrow's schedule later."

Hu Yueping now looks at Xu Mu more and more pleasing to the eye.

"You don't have many scenes tomorrow, but I suggest you come and see it."

After all, Hu Yueping is the director, and he can tell today that although Xu Mu's eye scenes are good for some reason, there are too few changes in his performance.

Although Xu Mu's performance today completely exceeded his imagination, there is no end to learning.

He wanted to take Xu Mu with him.

"Okay, I'll wait for your notice tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go back."

After bidding farewell to the director, Xu Mu walked towards the gate of the playground.

After walking a few steps, Xu Mu suddenly felt something in his pocket prick him.

"What the hell?"

Xu Mu took out the things in his pocket and took a look. It was a biography he wrote this morning, and several pieces of paper were folded together.

So get stiff.

It was the corner of the paper that pricked him just now.

He no longer needs the biography of this character, it has already been memorized in his mind.

So Xu Mu found a trash can and threw it in.

"Sister, what did he throw? It's like a note!"

From the moment Xu Mu came out, Dong Fei and Zhang Yue in the nanny's car had been watching him intently.

Dong Fei screamed strangely when he saw him throwing something like a note into the trash can.

He's a little nervous now.

Because he couldn't believe that a person who failed the film examination three days ago was actually so good at acting now.And everyone seems to have a little desire to pry into other people's privacy.

"I gonna go see!"

Dong Fei watched Xu Mu get into the van, disappeared into the night, and then tiptoed out of the nanny's van.

Because there were too many group performers gathered in the playground today, the trash can was already full of disposable paper cups, and the folded papers were at the top of the trash dump.

"Hurry up~" Zhang Yue poked his head out of the car window, feeling quite guilty.

Dong Fei quickly ran to the trash can, picked up the few pieces of paper, and opened it without thinking about running back.

"The reason for the formation of Lu Heng's character..."

"Lu Heng's family atmosphere..."

The paper was densely packed, all of which were Xu Mu's homework.

"Fuck!" Dong Fei's eyes widened instantly.

"What's written on it?" At this moment, a voice appeared in Dong Fei's ear.

"The biography, Xu Mu actually made such a detailed biography!" Dong Fei replied subconsciously.

Then he suddenly felt something was wrong, why did it sound like a man's voice just now.

Dong Fei raised his head, and it was Hu Yueping's big face that appeared in his eyes.

Hu Yueping also watched Xu Mu leave just now, so he also saw Xu Mu throwing the note.

"Let me see!" Hu Yueping snatched the paper from Dong Fei's hand.

The more he looked at Hu Yueping's eyes widened, and finally his hands began to shake.

No wonder Xu Mu acted so well today, it turned out that he did so much homework in private.

On the other side, Dong Fei felt his face was burning, but his heart was cold.

Zhang Yue's words just now lingered in his ears. Xu Mu is a person who has reached the top position and can not mess around with men and women. Even if he is confused now, if he can get out, he will have a way out.

And I am a person who has just debuted and is still climbing.You can ask yourself the same way to treat D-type scripts, how do others do it, how do I do it.

I still mock him today.

Damn me!

One's diligence should not be laughed at,
Even if he didn't get particularly good grades!

"He's a pretty good kid. He must have been squeezed out at the big star company that day and didn't have time to think about homework." Hu Yueping sighed sincerely.

"Director, I'm going to think about the characters again." Dong Fei said in a muffled voice.

"Okay, I'll go back and study the lens."

As he said that, Hu Yueping put those pieces of paper into his pocket.

At this moment, the director and actor of this D-type script seem to have the determination and awareness of a top crew.

……

On the other side, Xu Mu and Xie Chen had a midnight snack together and then returned to the apartment.

Because there might be another scene tomorrow, Xie Chen didn't let Xu Mu drink, but went back to his room with a case of beer.

After returning to room 502 and closing the door, Xu Mu felt a burst of intense fatigue.

"This artist is not so easy to be."

After changing his shoes, Xu Mu lay down on the sofa, dazed for a while, recalling everything about today.

This is the first day he traveled here.

Unexpectedly, it feels a little full.

Contributed a song and filmed a scene.

By the way, I also contributed a song.

Xu Mu got up suddenly and turned on the computer.

This is the case for first-time contributors, who can't help but read the background news.

I logged on to Sile.com and looked at my backstage, but there was no news.

Xu Mu simply browsed the forum board again.

ho~
At night, this forum is very lively.

As soon as it is refreshed, seven or eight new posts appear.

Maybe those who engage in art are night owls.

Xu Mu watched boredly.

Suddenly, he saw a post.

Qiming Entertainment Xie Chen (3 minutes ago): "Bosses, is there a song that doesn't require much singing skills! An artist under my hand wants it, and the price is negotiable. My artist was delayed due to some things a few years ago. But in fact, he has a good voice and is obedient, let the bosses teach him whatever he wants."

Brother Chen begged for a song on the forum.

And looking at this description, it seems to be me?

Is it because I mentioned that I wanted to write a song today?

Xu Mu clicked in, and there was already someone replying below.

"Brother, don't be a singer if you don't have high singing skills. Now that you are very good at all walks of life, if you have time to ask someone, it's better to let him practice singing."

Tianxing Entertainment Shao Kun: "Brother Chen, drink again. I know who you are talking about. I know his singing skills, so he can't sing."

There are a bunch of replies downstairs.

"Who, who?"

"This man will definitely make you laugh when he says it."

A second later, Xie Chen deleted the post.

Xu Mu sighed.

Xie Chen is really nice to him, but it's a pity that his current singing skills are really bad.

"Forget it, or practice your voice if you have the opportunity."

Half an hour later, Xu Mu lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

And in Jingzhou, thousands of miles away, the people from the "Questioning the Ancients" program group are still awake.

In the meeting room of the "Questioning the Ancients" program group, there were three people yawning and starting to screen the submissions from the past few days.

The leader is an old man in his fifties, named Meng Xiyan, who is in charge of collecting songs for the "Question of the Ancients" program group.

The two next to him, a man and a woman, are both his students.

At the moment, the three of them are looking at the submissions one by one.

"Teacher, there are fewer and fewer manuscripts now, and it is probably almost saturated." The female student asked.

"Well, and the quality is getting worse."

They have already watched more than a dozen songs today, but none of them caught their eye.

"Teacher, look at this song, it's even a rap." The male student suddenly said excitedly.

"Oh? Ancient poetry and rap?"

"Let me read the lyrics to you." The male student cleared his throat.

"Look at the sunset slowly disappearing along the valley, and watch the waves of the Yellow River heading towards the sea!"

"I want to see the scenery farther away, so I look around, and I become stronger as I continue to climb towards the top."

Meng Xiyan was a little interested at first, but then he lost interest.

"This word is general, nothing special."

"Teacher, what do you think is the name of this song?" The male student held back a smile.

"It's called "Climbing the Stork Tower"!" The male student finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"This lyrics is the translation of the 20 characters of 'the sun is at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and if you want to see a thousand miles, go to a higher level' into the vernacular and rhyme it!"

"What nonsense!" Meng Xi glared at the student angrily.

Isn't this just mixing the things of the ancestors with some boiled water.

Although this term is not bad, it does not meet the requirements of "Wen Gu".

With that said, he clicked on the next submission.

"Lovesickness"

Lyrics, fools.

Compose, fools.

"Lovesickness, lovesickness again, a lyric poetry section, out of ten submissions, five songs are called lovesickness."

"Also, what is the pen name of The Fool?"

Then, Meng Xiyan clicked on the accompaniment, and looked at the score and lyrics at the same time.

(End of this chapter)