Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　"My friend has it, so I'll give you hers, okay?"

　　"Yes. Then... please, Doctor Wu. Don't worry, I will pay the copyright fee!"

　　"That's okay... uh... well, I'll send it to you, you can send it."

　　"Uh-huh!"

　　After hanging up the phone, Chen Xi sent Wu Shaobai his email address through his mobile phone.

　　Just when he forwarded it to Jay Chou with full of speechlessness, Chen Xicai asked;

　　"Mr. Wu...Is it... Jay Chou?"

　　"Correct."

　　"...you two know each other well?"

　　"Well, it's fine."

　　"...It's amazing. Jay Chou asked you to write the words!"

　　"Where and where... It can only be said that it is a coincidence. Coincidence~"

　　Wu Shaobai shook his head.

　　At the same time, there was also a faint sense of absurdity in his heart.

　　In less than 5 minutes, Chen Xi received a letter in her mailbox. She didn't read it and handed the phone to Wu Shaobai.

　　And Wu Shaobai glanced at it, a kind of ironic emotion surged in his heart.

　　Sure enough, this "Fireworks Easy to Cold" is not "Fireworks Easy to Cold".

　　If that's the case... then take it as an effort.

　　He took out a notebook from his bag:

　　"I wrote it on the paper, can you send it to him for me?"

　　"...???"

　　Chen Xi was stunned. .

Chapter 585

　　But then again.Although he decided to send the original lyrics to the other party, Wu Shaobai didn't say that he sent them all in one go.

　　First, he had never heard the song DEMO, and secondly, he did not know how to match the song and the lyrics.

　　It would be a little scary if they all rhymed in the same way.

　　So he took a different form.

　　"The sound of prosperity enters the empty door, breaking the world."

　　"Cold dreams come and go, and a few love debts."

　　"Life and death are like trees."

　　"Withered a few rings."

　　"The Buddha Pagoda is broken, the soul is separated, how many floors do you still remember back then?"

　　"The moss of the ancient temple, one lantern, the mountain gate - no longer."

　　"Whose wine is still the same, and the guzheng is silent."

　　"It's raining, and the old hometown is deep."

　　"It can be heard that the city gate is mottled, and the old tree alone has no roots."

　　"The slate is the same as before, and Yu Yin is waiting for someone."

　　"The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell into the barren village."...

　　Wu Shaobai is writing and Chen Xi is reading.

　　The more he looked, the more speechless he became.

　　A cold, lonely city.

　　how lonely...

　　She watched silently.

　　In a trance, it was as if he saw himself.

　　I saw that I was alone in the ancient temple of Qingdeng, but I didn't wait for that person.

　　How much she likes Mr. Wu...

　　Just took a look and fell in love.

　　From bringing the warmth and joy of being at home on a night in a foreign country, to the love at first sight when you see yourself.

　　But...he had a good man.

　　this word...

　　Are you talking about yourself?

　　……

　　"It's written, please send it to me."

　　"...Well, Mr. Wu, this is a song, right?"

　　Chen Xi asked with a smile like a flower.

　　Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"Forget it, although I haven't heard this song, but looking at the words he sent, I feel that this format should fit. Guofeng, the background of this song's creation is from the Northern Wei Miscellaneous "Luoyang Galan" "Record", which tells the story of a royal general and a woman. The woman fell in love with the general at first sight, but when the general went abroad to fight for years, when he returned, the woman was no longer there. Only an ancient temple was left with half a green lantern. The story of death, unheard of."

　　"So that's it..."Luoyang Jialan Ji"...I'll go back and see~ This poem is really beautiful."

　　"Haha~ I've won the prize. Hurry up and eat, the show is about to start after eating~"

　　"Mmmmm~"

　　……

　　"Mr. Wu, I'm in charge of an agency now. If you want to find an agent, you can give me priority~ hehe."

　　"Okay, but I don't have this plan for the time being. If I talk about cross talk, if I don't act or sing, I'm going to lose money if you sign me."

　　"Hey hey~ I'm losing money to earn money... But Mr. Wu, you don't think too much. I didn't say that I deliberately approached you because I wanted to sign you. I like you, and just after returning to China, my father asked me what I wanted to do. Then you threw this company to me. No matter what, I'm still your fan, this will not change, our friendship can't be changed because of my words~"

　　"Ha, I know. But you can't send such expensive things in the future, can you?"

　　"Um... as much as possible."

　　"..."

　　"I think it's suitable for you, it's enough."

　　Listening to the girl's words, Wu Shaobai rolled his eyes:

　　"Then I won't have dinner with you next time."

　　"Hey hey~ That's not good~ I'm Wu Chui, the number one in the steel wire nest. If you don't invite me to dinner to please me, I'm going to be in Cao Ying and in Han!"

　　"...Do you like He Yunwei?"

　　"I don't like it."

　　Looking at Chen Xi with a look of disgust, Wu Shaobai shook his head and laughed:

　　"Okay, I'll go to the back to prepare for the performance."

　　"Mmmm! I'll send it to him as soon as it's ready. Don't worry, Mr. Wu, I won't give it to anyone! This is the most meaningful gift you gave me!"

　　"Uh... not so much?"

　　"As for it! Hehehe... And don't worry, I will keep it a secret! I promise not to let others know that our Mr. Wu has a girlfriend!"

　　"That doesn't matter, haha~ I'll go first."

　　"Mmmmm~"

　　Watching Wu Shaobai leave, Chen Xi, who was still smiling, quickly turned disappointed.

　　She carefully put away the words "Fireworks Easy to Cold" written by Wu Shaobai and put them in the interlayer of the bag.

　　The figure looks...

　　Lonely than fireworks.

　　……

　　"Shaobai, this is the job set by me and Teacher Sun. There are three paragraphs listed, you can take a look first."

　　As soon as Wu Shaobai arrived at the backstage, Yue Yunpeng came over with a notebook.

　　"okay."

　　Nodding his head and taking a look, he found that Yue Yunpeng was good at some jobs, and he felt relieved.

　　Then he looked at Sun Yue:

　　"Mr. Sun, have you seen these activities?"

　　"I've seen it. It's fine if you hold it, but you still have to find the style."

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　　"In terms of style, I have some ideas."

　　Wu Shaobai walked over to him and sat down.

　　The small sofa that could have seated three people came to him...the two of them were crowded.

　　Seeing this, Yue Yunpeng sat directly on the armrest of the sofa beside Wu Shaobai.

　　It wasn't because he thought he was close to Wu Shaobai that he sat like this, but because Sun Yue had been here for more than half an hour, and the air conditioner was still sweating while the fan was blowing.