Lin Yan was writing music scores while the barrage was on. He kept his head down and worked hard on his career. The popularity of the live broadcast has also increased a lot compared to when it first started broadcasting.
[Anchors who are engaged in career are the cutest. 】
[This career fan really likes this kind of atmosphere. The anchor is quietly working on his career. I watched it in the live broadcast room. There is a kind of quiet beauty of time. 】
[Does anyone know what the anchor did before? He knows a lot, he can actually write songs, and he looks very professional. 】
[Guitar, drums, composing music, blind guessing that an anchor used to specialize in music. As for racing, maybe it was a hobby? 】
[OK, the new name of the live broadcast room I gave to the host: "I was reborn as a big boss in the music industry", "I became the king of music and supported the company", "I inherited the family business after becoming the singer in the music industry" ", wait for an anchor to praise a few singers, double the market value of the company, and severely beat those Lin family members. 】
[Laughing to death, regarding the YY speed of career fans, as soon as the anchor broadcast reached 1, you thought of π. 】
[The previous brother is a fan of career per capita, but I am different. I am a fan of the anchor's appearance. I hope the anchor will be careful in his words and deeds and stop tempting me like this. This posture is a bit too beautiful and beyond my tolerance. I almost screamed out. The sentence "wife". 】
[What does a man want to do when he looks like this? Damn it, protect my precarious sexual orientation. 】
[The host really has something, these few lines he sang are so nice. 】
[Little anchor, you must stay away from the six-person group. I was afraid of the meal I had at noon today. I always felt that the starting point group was jealous. What a terrible word. I actually used these four words for two men. Straight men tremble. 】
[Ang, Duan Ci's sentence "You haven't heard the anchor sing, right?" was overflowing with pride, but Lu Ji blocked it with "Do you want to tie your hair?" There was an inexplicable subtlety in that part. 】
[How can you see so many things? I just think that if the anchor has time to have dinner with the protagonist group, it is better to finish writing the song first. 】
[This is the difference between career fans and CP fans (laughs). There are still very few CP fans in Dianjia. 】
[Brother, you are too strict. Young anchors also need to relax. 】
[Although, if this live broadcast room was placed in Jinjiang or Huajia, everyone would already be consuming it. It's up to you to order it. I want to find someone to do CP, but I can't find anyone who likes it. I just do it secretly by myself. What a pain! 】
[What kind of cult is it? Is it interesting to have a career if you take CP? 】
[Of course not. 】
【? ? ? 】
[Welcome Tie Xue Du Wei to give a speech. 】
【......】
Immediately afterwards, the barrage started arguing about which one was more interesting, "eating CP" or "doing business." Until Lin Yan finished writing the complete score, he got up from the soft bed and put the score away.
He should contact An Huai, but he did not have the contact information of the other party, so he could only send a message to Zhang Le: [Mr. Zhang, I have something to contact An Huai tomorrow. Please help me contact him. 】
Zhang Le was originally studying with his son at home. When he heard his cell phone ringing and looked down, he saw Lin Yan's words. Of course there was no problem, but after thinking about it, he asked one more question: [Of course there is no problem, but Mr. Xiao Lin , can I ask what you want her to do? 】
Lin Yan: [Write a song for her. 】
Zhang Le:? ? ?
What, wrote a...song?
This humble second young master of the Lin family can also write songs? He didn't study music, let alone the kind of bad music he copied from here and there. Although our company is not big, we can't ruin our brand.
This is also An Huai's doubt.
An Huai is a female singer who debuted in the talent show. She was signed by Kunlun Entertainment after she failed to form a group. Kunlun Entertainment is not a complete music company. An Huai can have more professional choices, but at that time Kunlun Entertainment promised her many agreements, such as using Her manager's connections helped her find famous musicians to compose music and lyrics to create a customized album.
After receiving the news from his manager, An Huai was inexplicably nervous. Firstly, he didn't understand why the new boss wanted to write a song for him. Secondly, he was glad that it was just a song. If it didn't work, he wouldn't promote it at all and let it go. Quietly sinking into the bottom, who hasn't had a few top-notch songs yet?
Rejecting the boss was something that a young artist like her couldn't do. Even if it was a bad song, she still had to sing it.
An Huai frowned and looked at each other with his manager. When Lin Yan opened the door and came in, the two bitter faces quickly turned into smiling faces.
The agent took a step forward: "Hello, Mr. Lin."
An Huai: "Hello, Mr. Lin."
Lin Yan responded. He grabbed a piece of paper in his hand. It was a simple white paper with a little wrinkle, and handed it to An Huai.
An Huai unfolded the paper and took a look, and found that the music score was written with a pen on it. There were traces of alteration on the paper. It was obvious that someone had revised the score after thinking about it.
She suddenly remembered that the young man was in front of her that day and asked her what song she wanted.
At the time, she thought her boss was asking her what kind of music she liked so that she could find a composer who was good at that style of music to write music for her.
So An Huai said: "When I participated in the audition, I sang the same type of songs. If possible, I still stick to this idea. I want to sing lyrical songs."
I just didn't expect that Lin Yan himself wanted to write a song for her. Looking at the score, it was still a decent half-finished product.
Lin Yan met her gaze: "You try it."
The young man thought for a moment and then added, "It doesn't matter if you don't like it."
That can't be done, you are the boss, and if you refuse the boss, you will be hidden.
An Huai sighed sadly, and under the tangled gaze of his manager, he looked at the sheet of paper and tried to sing a few lines from the score.
Um?
How does it feel...it sounds pretty good.
Sing a few more lines.
Well, just finish singing.
"..."
An Huai's voice is very suitable for this song, after all, it was specially written by Lin Yan based on her timbre.
The young man leaned against the wall: "I named it 'Glimmer'. I hope you will like it."
An Huai's eyes suddenly lit up.
*
After coming out of Kunlun Entertainment, Lin Yan took a look at the time. All his classes today were in the afternoon and there were no classes in the morning. When he came out, he hailed a taxi and went straight to Sang Ning's studio.
Amy sent a message to Lin Yan yesterday, wanting to invite him to the studio again, saying that Sang Ning wanted to see him for something.
What could be the matter? Could it be that Jinjiang Shou hasn't painted enough of his hands yet?
Passing by the convenience store downstairs of the studio, Lin Yan walked in and bought a red bean bread for lunch, along with a box of milk, and walked into the elevator.
Unexpectedly, it was not Amy who was waiting for him at the front desk this time, but Sanning himself.
The color of Sanning's body today is still only black and white. The white shirt that has remained unchanged for thousands of years is worn on him. It is worn by the thin man to give him a different look. His hair is neatly combed behind his head.
He stood in front of the painting hanging on the wall, and because of his tall and straight figure, he looked like a painting on his own.
Lin Yan remembered that the last time he came here, all the paintings hanging here were portraits without hands, but this time they had been replaced by another batch of paintings.
The painting facing Sanning was even stranger than the previous handless portrait.
The portrait is of a man sitting on a chair.
This man has no face. The artist only focused on his hands. The painting was very detailed. He must have put a lot of thought into it. And when his arms were connected to his chest, he was wearing a very short T-shirt, and there was nothing underneath the T-shirt. of a piece.
Yes, this man is half a man, cut in half.
Except for the blank space at the waist, there are only empty pants from below, not even ankles.
The painting style is inexplicably weird.
Lin Yan couldn't help but take another look, which made his waist hurt.
Sang Ning seemed to have just realized that he had arrived, and turned to look at him. Lin Yan resisted the urge to comment on the painting, coughed slightly, and looked at Sang Ning: "Hello, boss."
The young man changed into sportswear today. A yellow kitten was reflected on the chest of the clothes. He was lazy but beautiful. At his age, no matter what he wore, he looked full of youthful vitality. People couldn't help but sigh when they passed by. Take a few glances.
The originally quiet and unpopular studio became active because of his arrival.
The young man held the last half of the bread in his left hand. Seeing him looking over, he stuffed it into his mouth in one breath.
The top was slightly longer, and the hem hung dangling around the young man's waist.
Sanning's eyes fell on it and he paused for several seconds. He could even imagine that the waist hidden under the clothes was being rubbed back and forth by the fabric.
Maybe some redness.
It looks so tender after all.
Sang Ning was lost in his imagination for a while. It wasn't until Lin Yan called him in confusion that he said, "Come with me after eating."
Lin Yan nodded, swallowed the bread, threw the milk carton into the trash can, and followed him into the innermost office.
Sanning's office has not changed much from before. Only the flower on the window sill has been replaced by a pot of orchid, which is placed under the sun. The warm sunlight shines in through the window, making the colors on the orchid petals more vivid. Permeated with a light floral fragrance.
Lin Yan sat down on his seat, rolled up his sleeves, and asked calmly: "Are you still a painter today?"
Sanning didn't answer.
He sat down opposite Lin Yan and lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking about some difficult problem.
Sang Ning said nothing, Lin Yan sat there and thought wildly--
Some time ago, Sang Ning went to the beach, and Xie Wuyan also went there. He only met Xie Wuyan, but not Sang Ning. He didn't know if they had met before.
If they had met each other, why did Sang Ning ask him to be a model? Shouldn't he be painting Jinjiang Gong?
Maybe it was because both of them were too cold, so there was no spark between them.
Jinjiang Gong is aloof, and Jinjiang Shou is not the proactive type. The two of them may be on the road of respecting each other as ice, so they might as well split up. Jinjiang Shou is matched with Haitang Gong or Qi Qi Gong, which is a complementary style.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Sang Ning on the other side say, "Can you please take off your shirt?"
Lin Yan: "..."
Lin Yan:? ? ?
His eyes widened, as if he was thinking about how to refuse in order to make the scene less embarrassing. He hesitated for a long time and said, "I'm not a prostitute, Boss Sang."