Chapter 100

Xiangnan satellite TV Tower is located in the most prosperous area in the center of southern Hunan. It seems that the tower is very powerful.

Is this the building?

This is the first time I have seen such a big building with my own eyes!

Whoa!

This building is OK!

When Lu Yuan got out of the car and looked up at the towering satellite TV building, he was shocked to show his respect.

People standing under this building, no matter how you look at them, they feel extremely small.

Like ants.

"Guide Lu, come on, put on this..."

"Ah?"

"This little dog headgear, is that ok? I prepared it carefully for you... "

"I'm going to wear it now?" Lu Yuan was stunned.

"Yes, I have to wear them all the time except for rehearsal alone and in the room. It's necessary for the program..."

"This..."

Lu Yuan takes the headgear that Liu Shuyao took from the back seat. He is inexplicably complicated.

How can I stand the rest of the time?

I'm not Spiderman!

Do you have to be such a loser in a show?

"Quick, guide Lu, put on your clothes. The paparazzi reporters are coming soon..." Liu Shuyao saw not far away, seems to run over a few figures, hastened up.

"Well All right Lu Yuan thought about it. Anyway, he put on his mask after two days.

At first, he thought the mask was heavy, but after wearing it, Lu Yuan found that it was just right and did not affect his breathing. It seems that it is made of light material.

It seems quite human.

"Guide Lu, no matter what questions people ask you, you don't have to say anything. I'll help you with everything. You just have to stand. Well, this is my agent's responsibility."

"Oh OK, thank you Lu Yuan nods.

Just as Lu Yuangang put on his mask and was just about to adjust the position of his headgear, a large number of excited reporters and a group of screaming onlookers rushed by

"Hello, audience friends, now I am at the foot of Xiangnan building. Next, we will welcome the last contestant of our cross border masked king of songs contest. Come on, follow my steps, let's explore and see if we can find out a little secret..."

"Hello, what's your occupation? Why are you on this show? "

"Hello, Shuyao. Can you tell me more or less what your singer came from?"

"Hello, Mr. dog. Can you tell me your impression of Xiangnan satellite TV? What is your occupation, please

"What's your occupation? Is it an actor? Are you married? Is your lover a member of the circle at night

"Hello, may I ask you From the mainland or Taiwan? "

"Are you a talent show singer?"

"May I have your name..."

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Lu Yuan was silent after hearing Liu Shuyao's words in the face of reporters' various questions.

Seriously, even if he was asked to answer, he didn't know how to answer.

Not adapted.

The light of the camera made him feel uncomfortable. He couldn't open his eyes. At the same time, he felt that his eyes were dry, so he blocked them with his hand.

To tell you the truth, although it is not the first time that he has experienced such a battle, he is still not quite used to it.

I always feel uncomfortable.

It seems that I was not born with this material.

"Hello everyone, I can't reveal too much about the identity of Mr. dog singer. The only thing I can reveal is that he is an existence that I admire very much. Well, he is also very popular in the entertainment industry. Oh, by the way, he sings very well. It can be said that he is a singer. His songs are full of vicissitudes and inspirations, and Ah, I can't reveal too much. That's it. I'll see you on the stage Liu Shuyao showed a pretty smile in front of the camera. Later, when she realized that she had said too much, she spat out her tongue lovingly. Then, under the questioning of this group of reporters, she took Lu Yuan into the building.

The security guard of the building stopped the group of reporters, who looked at each other.

"First message, inspirational singer?"

"I think it's very old! At least 40 years old or so! "

"Yes, I also think he is very old. He should be in his forties..."

"Maybe a grassroots singer?"

"Are grassroots singers famous in the circle?"

"It seems not..."

"By the way, how many inspirational singers are popular in the entertainment industry?"

"It seems that there are many..."

"Is it a professional singer?"

"No, it's the cross-border masked king. It's definitely not a professional singer. It should be amateur.""Yes, can you guess?"

"I can't guess, but just listen to his songs. I can tell who he is by listening to people's voices, as long as he has some fame in the circle."

"Yes."

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Originally, Liu Shuyao was going to take Luyuan around the city of southern Hunan and take him to eat local stinky tofu, but Luyuan finally refused.

Nonsense. It's inconvenient to go out wearing a mask. Even if his mouth is exposed when eating, it's very inconvenient. Moreover, after Lu Yuan himself has made so many trips, he is also tired and has no energy to go out to eat.

So he went back to the hotel and had a good sleep.

There was no word all night.

The next day, a light rain began to fall in southern Hunan.

Lu Yuan got up at about six o'clock and watched the drizzle outside.

There are many tall buildings in the distance, standing in the city of hundreds of miles. From a distance, there are countless vehicles coming and going

It was a good morning.

But Lu Yuan always feels that something is wrong. He seems to feel that he has changed a lot from a few months ago.

What is the difference?

Lu Yuan fell into deep thought.

He thought for a few minutes, and when he felt his pocket subconsciously, he knew what was different.

Take out the cigarette and light it silently.

There is no change in the person or the person, but the frequency of smoking has been much less.

It's hard to imagine that he only smoked two or three cigarettes a day from yesterday to today, and I don't know why it's getting worse and worse.

As soon as he smoked, Lu Yuan thought of the story of the tramp. When he thought about the plot, Lu Yuan saw the desperate scene of the protagonist "Wang Jiaming" shaking and rolling on the ground

Lu Yuan shook his head, took three or four puffs and then put out the end of the cigarette. Although his body wanted to smoke it very much, his mind seemed to be imprisoned.

The whole person is inexplicably contradictory.

The story of the tramp came to his mind.

This tramp should be my first and last movie, and I will try my best to play it well.

No matter what the outcome is, as long as there is no regret.

It can be regarded as adding some color to my farewell.

I waved, not a cloud.

Lu Yuan suddenly thought of the poem, then looked up at the sky a little 45 degrees, his face became solemn and serious, his hand slightly behind his back, looking like a literati poet

In fact, I'm also quite literate.

Lu Yuan falls into the stink of narcissism

Unfortunately, Lu Yuan's self imposed pressure will never last for a second. He is immersed in the feeling of putting himself into the state of a literati and a poet. In a flash, a knock on the door interrupts Lu Yuan's self imposed compulsion.

Lu Yuan is helpless.

What did you do in the early morning?

So early?

When he looked out of the cat's eye, he saw Liu Shuyao outside.

He opened the door.

"Hee hee, Lu daozao."

"Good morning."

"Let's have breakfast."

"So early?"

"Yes, today's rehearsal is very tight. I have to help you find out the state early, so I can be on stage tomorrow. Oh, this is the whole live broadcast without any clips, so you'd better not make any mistakes, or you'll be given less points Director Lu, are you nervous? "

"Not nervous..." Lu Yuan shook his head.

He didn't think so.

He didn't even have any tension.

Sing a song on the stage is over. After singing Hi, I go back to continue filming

How it turned out to be nothing to do with him.

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After breakfast, Liu Shuyao immediately took Lu Yuan to training.

Lu Yuan was assigned a music instructor named Chen Ming.

This is a middle-aged man with blue hair and white glasses.

Lu Yuan thinks that this man looks a bit pompous, and at the same time, he still carries a little bit of pride.

In short, when Lu Yuan came in, he always looked at Lu Yuan with a little disapproval and contempt.

Chen Ming looks at Lu Yuan and shakes his head.

Another layman

It's hard to hide the disdain in my heart.

He used to be a singer and an original singer. More than ten years ago, he was also a little king of heaven in the mainland.

Later, he left the music circle for half a year because of his illness. Half a year later, when he returned to the music world again, he found that his fortune was no longer there.

With the rapid development of the music world, countless powerful singers appear on the stage, countless wandering groups dominate the screenAlthough he later made albums, album sales are not bad, but in the end is gradually declining.

In the past ten years, the whole Chinese music world has changed greatly. Every day, new singers appear, and every day, fresh meat dominates the screen.

Although he worked hard, he got worse and worse day by day and finally became a marginal figure in the music world.

In addition to the occasional Chinese music can also hear a few words of his introduction, now no one on the Internet to know who he is.

Even so, he is more and more arrogant, and his temper is getting more and more strange. If he had not been asked by his agent to come over to help train new cross-border people today, he would not have watched this kind of program!

He felt it was an insult.

Little fresh meat, traffic stars, directors and even writers can sing. Isn't this an insult to the music world?

It is these people who destroy the music world and make it impossible for real singers to sing!

This is a disgusting time!

So when Lu Yuan came in, he heard that someone introduced him as a director, and he didn't like him.

He doesn't watch movies and seldom listens to pop songs.

He stubbornly feels that the songs on the market are all sick and groaning rubbish.

"Are you Lu Yuan?"

"Yes."

"The director of buried alive? Young people who have been hot lately? "

"Cough, cough, how are you..." Lu Yuanqian is modest.

"I don't care how angry and fierce you were before, but you should remember one thing in front of me. You are just a new person, and you are not qualified to show any style."

"Oh, good."

"Brother Chen, Lu Daohe is..."

"Go along, no one can interrupt in my class!"

Liu Shuyao saw that Chen Ming's attitude towards Lu Yuan was not good, so she quickly stood up to remind her, but she was brutally interrupted by Chen Ming.

Chen Ming is not comfortable with anyone now.

It's all a bunch of rubbish who eat by their faces.

Liu Shuyao was so interrupted that her face was a little red. She was inexplicably angry.

Why is this man like this? How do we hire people like this?

She was just about to come over to remind Chen Ming that Lu Yuan is actually a singer and a great singer. However, Lu Yuan shakes her head and tells her not to do anything.

Then she was silent.

"You smell of smoke. Do you smoke?"

"Well."

"No smoking from today until the end of the game."

"Oh, good."

"Well, do you know the guitar?"

"A little bit..."

"Play it to me. Let me see what you can do."

"Oh."

Chen Ming handed the guitar to Lu Yuan, then narrowed his eyes.

Lu Yuan took over the guitar, hesitated for a moment, and then played the world's popular "night.".

"Pa!"

"It's bullshit. What are you playing? Don't you need to tune your guitar?" But just a few minutes later, I heard Chen Ming clapping at the table next to him and staring at Lu Yuan.

"I'll readjust..." Lu Yuan looks at Chen Ming, and then starts to tune. He thought the guitar had been tuned.

"Forget it. You don't have to tune it. You can sing Chen Jinhong's" in love for love "and let me listen to your voice

"Ah? In the mood for love Lu Yuan was stunned when he heard the strange name.

"Yes! Let's have a climax. I'll listen to the sound line... "

"I will not..." Lu Yuan shakes his head. He has never heard this song. How could he?

"Then Li Yong's youth forever." Chen Ming stares at Lu Yuan.

"I will not..." Lu Yuan looked up in a daze.

"Lonely song" by Zhou Xian Chen Ming's eyes are slightly bad, and even squint.

"Not Can I hear it first? "

"Farewell by Chen Hong!"

"No..."

"You won't be able to do that. What will you do Are you really a singer or a troublemaker? " Chen Ming is angry.

He thinks Lu Yuan is a thorn in the head.

Is there anyone else who can't sing these famous songs?

Did you come here?

"I can only sing songs I write." Lu Yuan looks up at Chen Ming, but he is helpless.

He's not a troublemaker.

It's just these songs that he really can't.

"What!" In Chen Ming's eyes, there was a trace of ridicule in his eyes, and he even showed a rather disdainful smile: "even if you can't climb, you want to fly?"

His impression of Lu Yuan is extremely poor.

"Maybe it can fly itself?" Lu Yuan looks at Chen Ming!

"OK, I'll see how you fly today. You sing the songs you wrote! I'll listenwww.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!