Qu Dehui posted on Weibo suggesting that he had seen a ghost, and fans were worried. However, netizens found this to be a little unreasonable.
[A little zebra: I remember that the rooms in the apartment were very close together. Whether it was a person or a ghost, if someone really knocked on the door, Qu Dehui would not be the only one to hear it. Could it be that the ghost was still harassing me in a targeted manner? It felt a little too unreasonable. 】
[The eagle flies from grass to spring: I thought I was the only one who insisted on materialism. Really, if you can wake someone up by knocking on the door in the middle of the night, there must be other people hearing it. Is it possible that you are under too much pressure and may be hallucinating? I'm not talking about it, I'm just talking about it. 】
[Sweet and sour pineapple rice: It's not my fault, it always feels like it's overheating. It seems that no matter which program Qu Dehui participates in, something will happen to him, and then fans will tear up the program crew. The last time I participated in "Let's Go Traveling", it was the same. Even though it was a very small matter, I had to post a complaint on Weibo, which made all the fellow artists get scolded emmmmm]
Qu Dehui is considered to be at the forefront of the music industry, but speaking of it, his achievements are basically achieved in the past.
Over the years, singers have emerged one after another. Fans like Qu Dehui, who has not had a new masterpiece for a long time, are basically old fans. Except for those who specifically commented on him, most of the other people who left messages were passers-by. Naturally, everyone had different opinions.
Qu Dehui originally thought of abusing fans online, but he didn't expect that the fans would not abuse him that much. In the end, he was even abused by netizens.
People retorted to him that it was impossible to see a ghost and it was hard for him to express his stance, otherwise it would be like blatantly promoting feudal superstition, which was completely inconsistent with his personality.
The manager called and said that he should not have posted on Weibo without a certificate in the first place.
"Am I not living proof?" Qu Dehui was furious, feeling that his entire anger level was rising. It's okay if people on the Internet don't believe him. Even his agent's attitude is like this, which is simply challenging his patience.
"No, Brother Hui, I'm saying this for your own good. Is it possible that you've been too stressed recently, or maybe you're smoking again?"
"You're the one who sucked it. It's been a long time since I touched it. It's definitely not a hallucination, okay?" Qu Dehui hung up the phone angrily, punched the wall with his fist, and secretly cursed twice in pain.
"Oh my god, isn't it?" Tao Yingbo originally wanted to follow him to see his reaction, but he didn't expect to hear such exciting news.
He glanced at Qu Dehui and felt that he looked a little embarrassed now.
"Forget it, I have to record a show today, so I won't touch your forehead for now."
Tao Yingbo couldn't hide the secret, so he left here immediately and ran to tell Lu Xu and Ji Xiunian about the matter.
There are many temptations and pressures in the industry, and there are many artists who go astray in one thought.
Lu Xu didn't mean anything about this, he just said to him: "Xiaobai has sent the investigation results over there. Most of Qu Dehui's more popular songs were written by others, which is also amazing."
Perhaps because the first album tasted the sweetness of the talent label, Qu Dehui's team began to package the persona of the singer-songwriter.
On the surface, it is said that the songs were written by Qu Dehui, but in fact, they were bought from others with money and passed off as his own. Different singers have different styles and different writing qualities. This is why the quality of Qu Dehui's subsequent albums has fluctuated.
Tao Yingbo never expected that this person could be so despicable.
"It's so shameless to treat other people's works as your own." Tao Yingbo felt a little melancholy when he thought of something, "But people like him should have a strong mental capacity. They will definitely not feel it when they feel it. I will admit it..."
"Hmm." Lu Xu nodded, "So you still have to give him some strong medicine."
"Shall I come?" Tao Yingbo didn't know why, and looked a little stunned.
Lu Xu hooked his hands and whispered a few words.
Tao Yingbo nodded while listening, suddenly feeling a little excited.
The morning time passed in a flash, and Fan Zeng didn't start today's recording until the afternoon.
When they got the music written by Tao Yingbo, the other members of Lu Xu's team were all excited.
"Did Teacher Tao really write this arrangement in one night? It's so amazing, a god writes songs."
"I'm not saying that. Brother Xu's lyrics and Teacher Tao's music are unrivaled in the world. I feel like we will be the most beautiful kids on the performance stage."
Gu Wen'an also thinks Tao Yingbo's song is well written. It incorporates a variety of musical elements without making people feel cumbersome.
"Teacher Tao's level is really high, and it feels like he has reached the top level. I don't know why, but it seems to be a bit similar to the style of Teacher Qu's first album. Anyway, it sounds good."
Every successful songwriter basically has his own unique style. Even if the two songs don't overlap in beats, you can tell by hearing the style that both songs have a strong personal style.
Gu Wen'an also creates music himself, so he is more sensitive to things like music style.
In fact, the only album he considered a classic was Qu Dehui's first album. At that time, he was still wondering how there could be such a talented person in the world. However, after his first album hit the top spot, Qu Dehui never wrote another album that could compare with it.
Listening to the following songs, I always felt that they were not at his level. They were high and low, and some people even said that he was buying songs...
Gu Wen'an didn't mean anything else when he said this. He just sighed subconsciously after listening to Tao Yingbo's music.
Lu Xu laughed next to him and said following his words: "What a coincidence, I think it's the same."
The more Gu Wenan listened to it, the more he liked it, and he couldn't help but ask Ji Xiunian: "Xiunian, can you help me ask Teacher Tao if he has any intention to cooperate? I am currently preparing a new album, and if possible, I really want to invite him to collaborate. "
"Wow!" Tao Yingbo nodded wildly, wanting to cooperate with Gu Wen'an. But he is a ghost, and no matter how excited he is, others cannot see him at all.
Thinking of this, Tao Yingbo felt a little disappointed.
Ji Xiunian watched on the side and couldn't tell what he was feeling, but he couldn't help make a promise. He just said to Gu Wen'an, "Let me ask him for you."
"Okay!"
A few people chatted for a while and then started busy rehearsing. There were only a few days left before the second performance. With such a good song, the team members are all working hard to perform well on the stage.
Qu Dehui was absent-minded all day long, always wondering if he had really seen a ghost.
In fact, what netizens said makes sense. If the door knocks so loudly in the middle of the night, someone should be around to hear it.
Shen Chengyu lives next to him. Today he even asked carefully, but the other party swore that he didn't hear it. The less likely that person was to lie, the more uneasy Qu Dehui felt.
Even the vocal part of the coaching contestants was not in good condition. Yu Manman was almost the one who supported the whole performance.
Even the assistant who doesn't know much about music couldn't help but mutter: "Brother Fan, do you think we really hired the right person?"
At first, the program team went there because of Qu Dehui's personal talent. They originally thought that they could guide the trainees' vocal music even if they were not in the singing and composition group. But who would have thought that most of the time his comments were off-topic, and he didn't look like a top-notch singer-songwriter at all.
"It's already like this. If it doesn't work, just cut it off." Fan Zeng didn't expect it to be like this and couldn't help but sigh.
Fortunately, Yu Manman is reliable, otherwise it would really be troublesome.
At this time, Qu Dehui didn't know that his footage was going to be compressed, but he was full of doubts about whether he should find a master who understood this to take a look.
When he passed by the dance studio, Lu Xu and the others happened to be practicing a new song.
The familiar music style hit Qu Dehui's heart directly, making him lose his mind for a moment.
This feels so much like the first album he was immortalized in. His success today is all due to that album. The more others praise him, the less he likes the album. The person who actually created the album is dead, but the trouble is left to him.
Qu Dehui couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to maintain his usual level if the man named Tao was still alive.
There were so many people who bought his songs, but that one person jumped off the building. He didn't know how to appreciate it at all.
The man's death had no impact on him. No one would care about what a little person had said, and no one would even know about him.
He can only quietly disappear into this world, but he can gain both fame and fortune. This is his destiny.
Qu Dehui has always thought so for so many years. He has money and resources, so isn't it normal to spend money to protect himself?
Just when he first heard this genre of music, Qu Dehui couldn't help but think of that person.
Like, it's really similar.
I don't know if he is too concerned about this matter, but Qu Dehui is very familiar with Tao Yingbo's personal style.
"It's impossible, he's already dead."
Although he was trying hard to build himself up, Qu Dehui still unconsciously opened the door to the practice room.
Seeing him come in, Ji Xiunian's eyes darkened a little: "Teacher Qu, what do you think of Lu Xu's songs?"
"Very good." Qu Dehui was a little distracted, and then he couldn't help but chase after Ji Xiunian and asked, "Which contestant wrote this song? It couldn't be Lu Xu, right?"
"The lyrics were written by Lu Xu, not the music."
"Who composed the music?" Qu Dehui's tone was filled with urgency, and even he himself was not aware of it.
Ji Xiunian lowered his head and smiled, then said in a calm tone, "It's Teacher Tao."
"Teacher Tao?" Qu Dehui was inexplicably frightened by this surname, and his tone of voice inevitably increased by two degrees. When I came back to my senses, I found that everyone was looking this way, waving their hands in embarrassment. He had known before that the program team had hired a little-known composer to be the mentor of the singing and composition team. He didn't think it was a big deal at the time, but after hearing this style of music, he always felt a little guilty.
Qu Dehui finally calmed down, and then continued to ask Ji Xiunian, "Why doesn't Mr. Tao like to show up?"
"My personality." He wanted to know more, but Ji Xiunian had no intention of saying more.
Qu Dehui didn't want his abnormality to be discovered, so he could only smile and stand next to Ji Xiunian to watch the performance.
I have to say that this teacher Tao is really good at composing music. Even if he is thinking about something, he still thinks this song is good.
But as he listened to it, Qu Dehui felt that the lyrics were not right——
"Despicable thief, the crown of vanity turns into a sharp sword of judgment..."
Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Qu Dehui always felt that Lu Xu and the others were singing about him. Once I had this idea, the more I listened to it, the more I felt like the whole song was sung to him.
Does the so-called despicable thief mean that he used that person's song?
"Teacher Qu, you don't look good. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Ji Xiunian's sudden concern next to him made Qu Dehui feel even worse.
He shook his head and said he was fine, then excused himself as tired and left the dance studio.
Ji Xiunian looked back at Lu Xu. The two exchanged glances and smiled together.
The seeds of doubt have been sown. As long as a fire is added at the right time, there will definitely be a prairie fire.
Qu Dehui lay on the bed at night, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.
Open bottles of red wine and whiskey were scattered around the room, and it looked like he had drunk a lot.
Ordinarily, he shouldn't drink when recording a show, but he couldn't help but have random thoughts, and subconsciously wanted to use alcohol to numb himself.
I just had something on my mind. I was obviously top-heavy, but I still couldn't fall asleep.
Before, someone would knock on the door every three o'clock in the morning, so he was always waiting for this time.
"I'm not lying, someone is really knocking on the door." Qu Dehui became angrier as he thought about it, and sat up from the bed. No one believed that someone was harassing them and making him look like a liar.
Seeing that it was almost three o'clock, Qu Dehui couldn't help but click on Weibo to join the fan base.
There are many late-night champions among them. Seeing him, Kong Jiang was very excited and kept confessing his love.
[Yeah, catch a Hui! 】
【Ah ah ah, am I dreaming? I actually waited for the male god in the middle of the night]
[Brother Hui, why aren't you sleeping yet? Is that pervert knocking on the door again? 】
.....
Qu Dehui now felt depressed when he saw the word "knock on the door", and replied with red eyes -
[I'm not lying, someone knocks on the door every early morning. It's almost three o'clock now. Can I do a live broadcast to prove it to you? 】
Knowing that he was going to start a live broadcast, fans naturally supported him——
[Although I'm a little scared, Brother Hui, just go ahead, we're with you.
[Let's go, let's see what kind of ghost dares to bully my male god. I will scold him until he wants to die again]
Alcohol makes people impulsive. Seeing that the fans were supporting him, Qu Dehui's head was filled with excitement and he clicked on the live broadcast. He adjusted the viewing angle to rear-facing, then held his phone to the door, quietly waiting for three o'clock to arrive.
The author has something to say: Ding dong, Mr. Qu, your lunch box is ready, please pick it up in time╭(╯3╰)╮
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