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Chapter 271 I Will Write You Another Song
Lin Hao originally planned to stay overnight at Yu Lanxin's house today.

But Father Yu obviously couldn't realize what he said.

I can still stick to a few words before.

But the taxi drove for a short distance.

People fell asleep completely.

And snored.

home.

It is hard to trouble the driver to help him to the door.

Lin Hao had a leg injury.

There is nothing that can be done.

He can do it.

Just give the driver a tip of 50 yuan.

The other party is quite real.

Still politely don't want it.

Lin Hao stuffed it several times before accepting it.

at the door.

Seeing Father Yu's worthless appearance.

Mama Yu was about to explode with a sullen face.

But when he saw Lin Hao behind him, he immediately turned into a big smile.

"Xiaohao is here, come in quickly."

Hastily greeted and entered the house.

Noticed he was on crutches.

I was very concerned and asked.

Know the whole story.

Immediately, I will go out and buy some big bone sticks to make soup for him.

At this time.

Yu Lanxin also followed out.

She also had to go to the pharmacy to buy some gauze and iodophor to help him apply the medicine and renew it.

night.

Mama Yu cooked a table of sumptuous dishes.

But Father Yu didn't wake up.

Only the three of them ate.

"Xiao Hao, eat more today. It looks like everyone has lost weight and is still injured. It's time for nutrition. Lan Xin, don't be dazed, give him more food."

The dinner table.

Mama Yu maintained her usual enthusiasm.

Lin Hao ate a lot at noon.

Actually not very hungry.

But in the face of Yu Ma's hard work all afternoon.

I can't bear to waste these new ideas.

It can only be forced into the mouth.

But these dishes she usually likes to eat.

Now it feels like it has lost its original flavor.

The taste is like chewing wax.

Down with a meal.

All eaten up to the throat.

I feel like I can spit out after squatting down.

Strong.

Mama Yu coaxed and rushed the two of them upstairs.

She packed it up by herself.

upstairs.

Lin Hao leaned against the head of the bed, not wanting to move.

Yu Lanxin went to the bathroom to change her clothes.

She thoughtfully brought him a basin of water to wash his feet.

Lin Hao straightened up and wanted to come by himself.

But Yu Lanxin grabbed both of his feet directly in her hands.

Pressed down after taking off the socks.

At this moment, she has changed the sexy cheongsam into pajamas.

It's a little more homely.

more gentle.

Lin Hao enjoyed it with a big face.

After you're done.

Yu Lanxin poured out the water.

Wash the socks out.

He went downstairs again and got a pair of Papa Yu's pajamas and handed them to him.

Lin Hao didn't shy away.

Put it on in front of her.

As early as after buying the house in 'Brilliant Sky City'.

The two lived together for a while.

Although only a level of second base.

But basically none of the contact and ambiguity that should have been left behind.

"Auntie won't bring me a quilt to sleep on the sofa, right?" There was no problem when we were two, but now that Yu's father and Yu's mother are here, Lin Hao really dare not be presumptuous.

"No way."

Yu Lanxin smiled.

"I'm the wounded, you can't treat the wounded like this." Lin Hao protested.

Yu Lanxin gave him a blank look.

finally.

Didn't say anything else.

After applying lotion in front of the dressing table.

Go to bed directly.

It's still early.

Neither of them felt troubled.

Yu Lanxin turned on the projector on the head of the bed, intending to catch up with her favorite romantic drama.

Lin Hao didn't like this.

Right now, I just want to do something to get closer to each other.

But he hasn't waited for his action yet.

Suddenly, the leading film of "I Am a Producer" played on the wall.

He was stunned.

Can't help but look up and follow.

I saw the big characters "I am the producer" smashed down like a huge stone.

There was also a small amount of smoke and dust all around.

have to say.

This special effect is very exciting.

Along with the program name appears.

Followed by.

The screen changes.

The first thing to play is the daily tidbits of the music producer's work behind the scenes collected by the program group.

These producers are not high-profile contestants.

Most of them are little unknown characters.

But this kind of struggle process is particularly empathetic.

The program team didn't care about filming either.

On the way, people were sent to conduct interviews.

The footage was quickly given to a producer.

"For you, what is the difference between a music producer and a singer?"

"Well, I think it can be divided into three points. First, the definitions of the two are different. A producer is more like an editor, mainly engaged in music creation and production. Second, the professional requirements are different. Simply put, a singer is in charge of the stage. We are behind the scenes, of course, the existence of some all-round singers is not ruled out, what I am talking about is only the current mainstream, the last point, that is, the role is different, we are more responsible for generating music, while singers are performing.”

Screen switching.

A second producer appears.

"Without the dazzling light of a singer, do you feel lost because you have been behind the scenes for a long time?"

"No, not at all. I am very happy to be a music producer, and I am proud of myself. Sometimes, lyrics are like students, and singers who control them are teachers. Excellent singers will help students improve. The results, the two are not contradictory, but complement each other.”

The screen continues to switch.

Once again became the third producer.

"What's the happiest thing about your career as a music producer?"

"At present, the works I write are bought and used by others, but one day in the future, I hope that the songs I created will become popular all over the world."

Interview after interview.

Wait until this screen disappears.

But it was replaced by the background process of the program group sending out invitations to each producer by letter.

this period.

To keep it mysterious.

The producer's name is stamped in a mosaic.

Lin Hao looked amused for a while.

The inviters of the program group are obviously by phone and email.

There is quite an element of acting in this.

At last.

The screen extended to the venue.

stage.

auditorium.

lounge etc.

Then 'kuangkuangkuang' was smashed down in another line of big characters.

"This July, "I Am the Producer", Jindu Satellite TV, will officially launch soon!"

The pilot is over.

The TV series that Yu Lanxin was chasing happened to be seamlessly connected.

"I thought you were watching this audio variety show, and you were co-authoring it to wait for the TV series." Lin Hao said speechlessly.

"Are you talking about the show "I'm the Producer" just now? I'm also paying attention, but I don't know the lineup of the show yet." Yu Lanxin said.

"What if the lineup is not good enough?"

Lin Hao asked curiously, "Then do you still watch it?"

"Well, let's see how the song is written." Yu Lanxin thought for a while and said.

"What music variety shows do you usually watch?" Lin Hao asked again.

"The Singer is Coming" and "The Appearance of Folk Songs", I've seen one or two episodes."

Yu Lanxin said: "I haven't watched much of the others. I've been following this TV series for a long time."

"Okay, then do you have a favorite singer?" Lin Hao found out that Yu Lanxin also watched this kind of show, and wanted to pretend for no reason.

"Singer"

Yu Lanxin thought for a moment and said, "There are none in the show, but the more popular ones are 'Whale Falling' and 'Ai Bing'."

Hear there yourself.

Lin Hao was satisfied.

Next.

He didn't mind watching TV either.

So she went over to Yu Lanxin's side.

Going one step further from two bedsides to hugging each other in your arms.

Lin Hao felt that he was very talented.

Although there is no substantial breakthrough.

But a night of beauty is not enough for outsiders.

The next day.

Yu Lanxin didn't go to work.

I specially asked for a leave of absence to stay with him at home.

But it is difficult for two people to maintain the space of the two-person world.

Because most of the time.

Lin Haodu was dragged by his father Yu to study literature after sobering up.

for example
Calligraphy by Master Zhang Xinlin.

Master Wang Xuehai's Winter Landscape.

Master Zheng Yanming's koi painting.

That was really watching over and over again.

Even talking and boasting.

More than two hours.

There is no repetition of vocabulary.

What Lin Hao admired was the five-body projection.

just
Father Yu was also happy all morning.

in the afternoon.

Several old friends of Cen Renguo and Chen Detong were killed.

I saw him drunk yesterday.

Nothing was taken.

Today must not be delayed any longer.

It will be troublesome if he doesn't recognize it at that time.

It's just that they didn't expect Lin Hao to be there.

All of a sudden more excited.

Surrounded by a group of literature lovers, talking about things.

Lin Hao almost wanted to cry but had no tears.

Unfortunately, no one can save themselves.

They can only accompany a few people dryly and emptyly.

"Lao Yu, quickly roll up this painting, I'll take it away today." While chatting, Cen Renguo opened his mouth.

"Damn, I already promised you, why don't I give it to you, what's the rush." ​​Father Yu said dissatisfied.

"Why are there only these three pictures? What about the poems and couplets written by that girl Lan Xin?"

Cen Renguo has a clear goal.

But Chen Detong looked around in the study and didn't find his share.

"Ahem. I drank too much yesterday, and the masters at the dinner table asked me for it, and they all gave it away." Father Yu said with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"what?"

Chen Detong quit immediately, and immediately blushed and said harshly: "Okay, you old boy, if I ask you, you won't give it, but if the master asks, you will give it. Why don't you look down on us old brothers?"

"I have to save face when the masters open their mouths." Father Yu couldn't help explaining.

"Okay, it's okay for you to save face, then Master Wang's winter scene is for me."

Chen Detong said that he was about to roll up.

Where would Father Yu be willing to do it?

Hastily stepped forward to stop him and said: "Don't worry, Lan Xin is at home, I will ask her to write it for you again."

"Can it be the same? The first draft at the Literary Society is the first draft! Don't you understand what the first draft means?" Chen Detong said still relentlessly.

"Isn't there nothing wrong with it? Anyway, you don't even want to think about the winter scene." Father Yu also played a rogue.

"Hey, I don't believe it."

Chen Detong rolled up his sleeves.

Go forward and grab it.

Lin Hao was speechless for a while.

They are all this age.

Still the whole paragraph.

He was only a junior, and it was not easy to just watch him, so he stopped him immediately: "Well, Uncle Chen, don't steal it, if not, I'll just write you another song."

Ok?
Write another song?
Chen Detong paused.

Could not help but shine.

Yes.

The main character is here.

Why do you have to look far away.

(End of this chapter)