Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 60

Yu Zhile walked to the front of the stage and stood beside Yan An.

The clapping audience in the audience gave thunderous applause very cooperatively, and some held high light sticks and billboards. In those sparkling cheers, she saw Yan An's name and the song "Yanzhi".

The male host on the side greeted her with a smile: "Miss Zhile, hello."

Yu Zhile looked at him, nodded and said, "Hello."

The male host nodded seriously, and looked at the audience: "I finally know why Mr. Yan can't forget Miss Zhile. If I had such a beautiful female classmate, I should also want it... Well, I don't know how to write songs. Maybe write her a diary, haha."

The hostess gave him a gouged look: "Why is it a classmate? I still have a female classmate with a story. Zhile should be a student of Teacher Yan, right?"

Yan An approved.

"What did you learn from him?"

Yu Zhile replied, "Guitar."

"The one you brought today?"

"Correct."

Seeing that the two of them kept a distance, the hostess stood stiffly, and raised one hand: "You two just stand like this? Don't you want to hug?"

Hearing this, Yan An glanced sideways at Yu Zhile, as if asking for her opinion.

Without thinking, the woman opened her arms slightly.

Yan An was surprised and Shaoqing hugged her. A short hug also caused screams from the audience.

What followed was the chorus of the two hosts, and most of the targets were Yan An.

Yu Zhile only has a few words, but the main theme is always on Zhile's single.

Hostess: "I heard that the lyrics and music of the song "Yanzhi" were written by Mr. Yan himself?"

Yan An: "Yes, that's right."

The male host picked up a board in front of him and glanced at it: "I have read the lyrics, they are very beautiful and have a sense of imagery, a beautiful and vivid image of a woman can automatically appear in front of my eyes, does it also represent some impressions of Teacher Yan's Zhile Woolen cloth?"

Yan An was very easy-going: "Of course, it was written for her after all."

Hostess: "Mr. Yan, isn't it afraid that the female fans will be sad when he says that?"

Yan An just laughed and didn't reply, as if acquiescing.

The male host urged: "We'll talk about it until the end of the show, why don't we listen to the song first, I believe the audience below will be very interested."

The hostess looked at Yu Zhile, who had been silent all the time, and signaled that she could sing.

The brightly lit shed instantly went dark. According to the requirements of the script, Yu Zhile embraced the guitar, sat on a high stool, and sang the whole song very dutifully.

Aqua-blue light filled the audience, and Yu Zhile, who was dressed in a white shirt, looked like a murloc under the sea, with bright skin and scaly tails, drenched in moonlight, singing at night.

Yan An stood by the stage, staring at the woman in the center of the stage without blinking, his eyes filled with tenderness and pride.

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause.

Yan An stepped forward to meet her, while Yu Zhile was still smiling slightly.

The two sat back on the leather sofa together to start the next formal interactive conversation process.

The host began to ask questions in an ambiguous manner, deliberately creating a gimmick.

Topics are created between the lines, with a rhythm.

On the way, Yan An was also asked to hum a short part of the song "Homecoming", the relationship between the two of them that day was obvious.

This was enough to cause an uproar after the show was broadcast.

Yu Zhile sat on the side, did not talk much, occasionally asked questions, just followed the example, and responded simply.

Until the hostess gossiped and asked Yu Zhile, "After knowing that Teacher Yan wrote "Yanzhi" for you, does Zhile have the feeling of going back to the beginning? From apprentice to junior sister, will the two feel closer? some?"

Yu Zhile didn't know the script here, she just lowered her head slightly, then raised her eyes, and denied with a smile: "No."

The face of the host changed slightly.

But Yu Zhile remained calm, and responded: "Actually, I didn't know that Teacher Yan wrote this song for me at the beginning. I didn't know everything until I was in the background. It must be the teacher. Surprise me."

This time, even Yan An looked back in surprise.

The woman was not affected, and the curvature of her lips remained unchanged: "So before going on stage, I improvised a song to thank my former teacher, Mr. Yan."

Everyone on the stage looked surprised, the cameraman turned his head and winked at the director.

Such unexpected changes did not make the experienced director feel inappropriate, on the contrary, he became interested and wanted to continue watching.

He raised his right hand, signaling to all parties to continue, please stay calm.

The hostess followed quickly: "Is Zhile a cappella?"

Yu Zhile glanced at the guitar leaning against the sofa: "Can I sing while playing?"

The male host raised his hand: "Of course."

Yu Zhile walked back and took her own guitar. She crossed her legs and put the guitar on. She turned her head to look at Yan An beside her, "You can listen to it as you like."

Both hosts laughed, and said straightly: "How can we be casual, we have to listen carefully."

Yan An didn't expect to see it either, but he still moved the Lima for Yu Zhile, pressing it to a height suitable for her.

Yu Zhile thanked him, and plucked the string with his fingers.

To everyone's surprise, the first sentence she opened her lips was exactly the same lyrics and music as in "Yan Zhi":

"How do you know your day and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter..."

But at the next moment, the string tone changed abruptly, changing to another tone, and the lyrics were symmetrical but different from the previous sentence:
"How do you know that my tide rises and ebbs at sunset..."

Everyone present was a little surprised, but they still chose to continue listening.

The woman seemed to have entered the land of no one, playing and singing defiantly:

"

I don't know how long you were shy and ignorant,
How can I know that I am not as youthful as I used to be;
How do you know that your eyes are like stars and you live in them,
How can I know that my heart is vast and the sea is tolerant;

How could you know that you are so delicate and red with light makeup and heavy makeup,
How can I know that I will not wither but stand like a green pine;
How can I know that you are as graceful as a majestic and exquisite,

How can I know that I am wandering, Xiao Xiao, looking forward to the vicissitudes of life;

How do you know that your dancing can pull the rainbow,

How do you know that I kept my mouth shut and lighted the fire quietly;
How can I know that your smile and tears are like a pool of clear water, making people want to hug you,
How do you know that my love and hatred are like fine sand, and I wave my hands and everything is empty..."

It was only at this moment that everyone realized that it was not so much an improvisation as a deliberate adaptation.

The anti-customer made a big fuss, and slammed Yan An's original lyrics back sentence by sentence.

But it's not necessarily an adaptation, because the sentences that belong to women are more spacious, clean and open-minded than the original ones.

Those tunes can be subtly integrated with the melody of the original song without being abrupt.

High judgment.

Yan An was sitting on pins and needles, trying to maintain a smile.

At this moment, Yu Zhi's playing and singing has come to the chorus part.

This paragraph, completely changed by her, is very different from "Yanzhi":
"you are not a fish, how to know the joy of fish,

The child is not me, how can I know that I have the sky,

In the vast sky, unwilling to be mediocre, breaking through the cage, I have taken the wind.

Ah... riding the wind...

Counting to nine in the cold winter, smiling and looking at each other,
The spring is in harmony, drunk lying on the flowers.

The son is not me, how can I know my joy,
A child is not a fish, how do you know that a fish has a sky,

There is a fish in the dark north, which turns into a bird, its name is Peng, and it breaks through the waves and rides the wind——

Ah... riding the wind... I have been riding the wind..."

Yu Zhile closed his eyes and hummed softly.

Her voice is light and long, distant and ethereal, and also extremely charming.Just like the breeze, also like the white waves, the gulls flutter their wings and scream, and the sea and sky are blue.

The scene was silent.

The director didn't turn around until he heard her finish singing, and then asked Manager Tao, who was standing beside him with folded arms: "You really didn't discuss it well?"

Tao Ning looked at the stage and laughed out of the blue: "No."

After returning to the company, Lin Youheng, who learned about this, didn't care about a word.

A week later, the show aired on Saturday as scheduled.The program group retained the section of Yu Zhile, and hardly changed or castrated any of the scenes.

That night, the names of Yan An and Yu Zhile were on the trending searches side by side.

Lin Yue likes to check Weibo, so he caught this news immediately.

As a bad friend, he didn't immediately send a screenshot to the "Take the Hand" group to stimulate Jing Sheng's fragile heart, but just found a song to share and remind.

Song name: Hulun Buir Grassland.

Jing Sheng is a good boy. He never let his friends stand in the cold. He clicked on the link and listened to a few words, then closed it. He replied: What bird song.

Lin Yue: A song for you.

Jing Sheng:?
Lin Yue sent another emoji: Falling in love with a wild horse with the Hulunbuir Grassland above his head.

Jing Sheng:? ? ?
Lin Yue: Go to Weibo to see for yourself.

Cut out non-stop, opened Weibo, clicked on the trending list, Jing Sheng held his forehead, ah, his head suddenly hurt so fucking badly.

He clicked in to watch, and the headline was the video of the program "Talking about the Stars and Arts", with more than 2 comments, almost all of which were violent and scolding.

It's not just scolding Yu Zhile's newcomer, using old feelings to hype, disrespecting his elders, and acting like a bitch, or scolding the program group and company for deliberately using and slandering the heart of the little uncle Folklore for the program's effect.

Of course, there is no shortage of distressed little uncle Yan An coming to my arms, or supporting Yu Zhile, thinking that it is very cool for her to show that she is young and out of blue.

What's more, I left a sentence "extraordinary and refined", am I the only one who thinks this song is very good?

Jing Sheng clicked on that video, watched it once without missing a frame, watched it again, and watched it three times in a row.

Tsk, Yu Zhile is so beautiful.

Oh, the song is too good to hear.

Jing Sheng kept feeling emotional.

In the end, he got back to the point.It's obviously not the effect of the show, he can't understand his woman's demeanor and movements?She is not the kind of character who easily accepts her fate and accepts arrangements, and it is even more impossible for her to voluntarily sing the song written by that stupid ballad boy.

He knows this better than anyone else.

Jing Sheng clicked on the comments, and found the one with the most hot comments and praises, "This woman is a scheming whore, stepping on the head of her old lover teacher, pretending to be noble and writing a song aimed at him to distance herself from the relationship and stir up herself, so Zhile, out-and-out stinky bitch, you sing for a day and I hate you for a day, I wish you and your family explode in place."

Jing Sheng typed immediately, "Come in front of me and tell me, I'll see who blows up first."

He paused, his brows furrowed for a moment, and then suddenly relaxed, as if he had made up his mind, he forwarded them all to his Weibo.

Jing Sheng doesn't post much, but he has a V on Weibo, and the certification is still very precious: "President of Jingyuan Real Estate, director of Jingyuan Group"

Because of the good-looking travel photos and the occasional flashy cars, over the years, there have been many wife fans who rush over to show their love when they have nothing to do, and male dicks who are so envious and jealous.

With this retweeting, the comments skyrocketed, because Jing Sheng had never commented on the entertainment industry.

The "young wives" cried and shouted, and the male fans tried to persuade them with good words, but Mr. Jing stayed rational and didn't make blind statements and meddling.

A vulgar person replied, this woman is doing a good job, why are you defending her like this?
There are also yin and yang comments, no wonder, it turns out that Yu Zhile has such a big backer and background.

This weird message was naturally praised by many weird netizens.

Jing Sheng rolled up his sleeves and went to battle in person: What did I say on my Weibo, it's none of your business?With my support, she deserves it, do you deserve it?You only deserve to be scolded by Lao Tzu.

Some female fans were still unwilling to excuse him: That is, why did Jing Sheng say a few words to the artists of his company?
Netizen A: It seems that Yan An is not from his company.

Jing Sheng replied: Get out, no.

Female fans: ...

The chain reaction alarmed the second uncle.

For about half an hour, Jing Sheng, who was fighting with netizens on his Weibo and choking the audience by himself, received a call from his second uncle.

The second uncle was very anxious: "Ancestor, you can stop in moderation, okay?"

Jing Sheng was furious, and asked back: "I just watched them call me a woman?"

"Being an artist has to go through these things."

"The artist's boyfriend also has to go through this with me."

"..." The second uncle had no choice but to bear it: "Jing Sheng, what are you doing?"

"Don't do it," the young man took a long breath, announcing a major event in a tone that cannot be questioned: "From now on, I will stop stocking, and Yu Zhile belongs to me."

(End of this chapter)