Compared with two years ago, the god of song has not changed much, he still looks like a middle-aged uncle, with a pair of flip-flops under his feet, a vest and pants, and a chin covered with just grown stubble, a very ordinary outfit.

However, because of the unique aura of the god of songs, although this dress is ordinary, it also has a unique flavor when worn on the body, giving people the feeling that the golden scales are not in the pool.

Another point worth mentioning is that perhaps because the last time the god of song and He Xiao were captured by the media at the airport, netizens photoshopped into various emojis, when he saw the god of song again, no matter what he did, he had an inexplicable sense of joy.

Just going to that station like this, people can't help laughing, as if the next moment a sentence "you" will pop out of his mouth.

"Lao Zhang, are you back?"

Lin Yunkai, who was about to make a call, turned around and saw that Zhang Juncheng happened to be back, so he put away his mobile phone and greeted him with a smile.

However, there is something wrong with his words, and it sounds like going to a restaurant to eat and being asked, "Dude, come to dinner", which is a verbal greeting.

Zhang Juncheng also heard the words that were purely taking off his pants and farting, carrying the vegetables in one hand and the key in the other, and said expressionlessly: "No, I just went out." ”

"Uh......" Lin Yunkai choked suddenly, and after thinking about it, he reached out and took the dish in Zhang Juncheng's hand, and said with a smile: "Yo, this dish is quite heavy?

"No, I picked it up on the side of the road. Zhang Juncheng glanced at him, and his expression began to gradually develop towards the trend of emojis, and complained: "Didn't I say that you Lao Lin, who has a face on August 15 and eats with big shoulders and a round waist, why do you say things that are not nutritious every day?"

“……”

“！！！”

Lin Yunkai made Zhang Geshen stunned, he looked down at his round figure, felt ashamed for the first time, and suddenly had the idea of losing weight.

"Uncle Zhang, long time no see. ”

He Xiao had drunk with Zhang Juncheng before, and he knew that the singer's personality was very easy-going, and his speech was also very jumpy.

"Hah, pretty boy, is that you?"

Zhang Juncheng saw He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian, a smile bloomed on his face, but he was not as casual as when he faced Lin Yunkai, but went with the attitude of welcoming guests.

Obviously, his relationship with Lin Yunkai is very close, and the-for-tat between the two when they first met was just a mutual loss between friends, so when facing He Xiao and Lin Yunkai, he naturally would no longer have the attitude of running a train with his mouth full of mouths, and he was very hospitable.

"Hehe, this kid's studio is thriving, and his life is much better than ours. Lin Yunkai patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

After He Xiao broke away from Le Jia, his development in recent years has been really smooth, with a bumper harvest in career and love, and many people are envious.

It is no exaggeration to say that He Xiao's current living standard surpasses at least 95% of the people in the entertainment industry.

"Young people, it's a good thing to have a little energy, the future music scene depends on them!" Zhang Juncheng laughed, said hello to Xiao Wangnian again, briefly talked about the old days, and then invited everyone into the villa.

This villa is not too big, it belongs to small and medium-sized, after all, only Zhang Juncheng lives alone, too much space will make people who live alone feel a sense of fear and loneliness, and the overall decoration is presented in Chinese style.

"What about the tea I brought you last time?

As soon as Lin Yunkai entered the house, it was like returning to his own home, and he naturally went straight to open a cabinet to find something, while He Xiao and Xiao Xiaonian sat on the sofa with some restraint, looking at each other, and they were all smiling bitterly.

Maybe in front of the famous god of songs, only Lao Lin can be so casual and natural, and he also treats the god of songs as silver?

After Zhang Juncheng went home, he put the dishes in the kitchen, held a pair of walnuts in his hand, sat down on a chair made of pure mahogany, and said with a smile, "I have already finished drinking, and I didn't say to bring me some more for my birthday this time?"

"You old loser, that's the best tea I bought at a great price, why don't you know how to save it?" Lin Yunkai was angry when he heard this, and scolded Zhang Juncheng for squandering indiscriminately, but the latter smiled indifferently and said: "Okay, okay, don't you just drink some tea from you, it's like asking for your life." ”

Lin Yunkai's angry head was about to smoke, and he quarreled with Zhang Juncheng for a while, and then he stretched out his hand and asked, "Have you written new songs recently, show me." ”

"I wrote two poems, why do you want to test my level?" Zhang Juncheng opened a drawer at hand, took out a few manuscripts from it, and handed He Xiao and Xiao Xiaonian a copy by the way.

He Xiao was stunned for a moment, looking at the manuscript in front of him with some surprise, this is a manuscript written by Zhang Juncheng himself, and he handed it to him so trustingly, it seems that the character of the god of song is more bold and generous than he imagined.

As the manuscript was opened, the room fell silent, everyone was mixed in the circle to the top of the top musicians, in the music can be said that everyone is professional, these new songs written by the god of songs, soon let them all immerse themselves in it.

After a long time, Lin Yunkai let out a long sigh and said, "Juncheng, your level has indeed improved a lot compared to previous years, have you recorded a sample?" ”

Zhang Juncheng shook his head, "What's the use of writing a good song? ”

"After all, I'm not the same person I was twenty years ago, and I can't make up the treble part that I used to be proud of, and if I sing this song, I can only choose to lower the key. ”

Drop key!

As soon as these words came out, He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian glanced at each other, and their hearts sank.

The god of song really doesn't have the strength he had back then.

It's not a regression in the level, it's a physiological aging, something that no one can avoid.

"What can I do about this?" Xiao Wangnian suddenly became a little anxious, he looked at Zhang Juncheng and chose to tell the truth.

After all, the god of song is the last face of the Chinese music scene, if this line of defense is breached, then the status of the entire Chinese music scene in Asia and even the world will fall to the bottom!

"Korean singer Lee Seung-shin?"

After Zhang Juncheng heard Xiao Xiaonian's words, he just smiled faintly and said proudly: "What are you afraid of? A group of young people, I went to South Korea to perform ten years ago, and their rock godfather will shout a senior when he sees me!"

Although Zhang Juncheng's words were domineering, everyone present knew that the actual situation was not so optimistic, but Zhang Juncheng knew his position, and he had to stand up, otherwise if even he was afraid, then the Chinese music scene would be really sad.

Everyone was silent for a while, and at this time, there were only three days left before the birthday banquet of the god of songs.

In fact, Zhang Juncheng doesn't really want to hold this birthday banquet, no one would want his birthday to become a huge business banquet competing for fame and fortune, and the most comfortable state is to eat some side dishes and drink a little wine with three or five friends.

But he can't, he is the god of song, and when he is praised by the media to this position, he has to accept these rules that are forced in.

People want to slap him, it is impossible to give gifts for no reason, they can only pick a day, and birthday is the best time.

So I don't know when it started, Zhang Juncheng received a variety of gifts on his birthday, and more and more people came to visit, and over time, it became this form of banquet.