The person who can make Zhao Fusheng feel the princess's illness is undoubtedly Mu Qingqing.

For this girl, his thoughts are very complicated, the goddess who used to be only able to look up to is now often appearing in front of his eyes, such a change sometimes often makes people feel very weird.

Sometimes, Zhao Fusheng will think of his college life, at that time, he was not as mature and sensible as he is now, and he didn't think about how to become strong, and it seemed that most of his time was wasting his years.

During that time, there were beautiful and frustrated ones, some people were making trouble and some were laughing.

Zhao Fusheng, who left the studio, came to the girls' dormitory building in the fourth school district, and said hello to the administrator's aunt, and soon Mu Qingqing appeared in his sight.

"I always feel like you're avoiding me. Mu Qingqing looked at Zhao Fusheng, and the first sentence made him smile bitterly.

"Is it that obvious?" Zhao Fusheng blinked and smiled innocently.

"It's obvious. ”

Mu Qingqing nodded, with a serious face, it was obvious that this was a big thing in her heart. After all, since childhood, few people will dislike themselves like Zhao Fusheng.

"Hahahaha, that, let's talk about business. Zhao Fusheng hurriedly diverted the topic, what kind of joke, he didn't want to be hated by a woman, especially a beautiful woman.

There is no doubt that a beautiful woman is a creature that usually represents beauty and danger.

"It's not easy, you still have this time. Mu Qingqing covered her mouth and laughed, Zhao Fusheng's gesture, she saw it for the first time, but she thought it was very interesting.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, so he simply ignored her.

Mu Qingqing teased a few words, and when she saw that Zhao Fusheng was not in the trap, she naturally lost interest.

"What the hell are you looking for me?"

After chatting a few words, Zhao Fusheng asked Mu Qingqing.

Tan Kaixuan told himself before that Mu Qingqing wanted to see him no matter what, and even asked Hu Xia to say hello, he was really a little inexplicable, when did Mu Qingqing become so interested in him.

In Zhao Fusheng's opinion, since the song has been sold to Mu Qingwan, it has nothing to do with him, and there is naturally no need to reconnect with Mu Qingqing.

He doesn't like trouble, business belongs to business, and friends belong to friends.

What's more, Mu Qingqing can only be said to be a classmate with a good relationship with Zhao Fusheng at best, and the word friend is not so easy to say.

"Well, my aunt had already recorded that song, but I always felt like something was wrong. Mu Qingqing said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Something is wrong?" Zhao Fusheng looked confused, and couldn't get Mu Qingqing's meaning at all: "What's wrong?"

"It just sounds, not the feeling you sang that day. Seeing this, Mu Qingqing said helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, he seemed to understand Mu Qingqing's meaning a little, it seemed that it was the composer Mu Qingwan who was looking for to recompose the tune.

Thinking of this, he shrugged his shoulders and laughed: "I guess you have a preconceived idea after listening to me sing." After all, your aunt is professional, and the person she is looking for must be more professional. ”

In his opinion, the song has been sold to Mu Qingwan, how to compose it is people's freedom, as for whether the song can be popular, what does it matter to himself?

Such an idea may be a bit irresponsible, but in Zhao Fusheng's opinion, this is indeed the case, Mu Qingwan paid the money, the song is someone else's, how to compose the music is Mu Qingwan's business, and it has nothing to do with herself.

Of course, if Mu Qingwan was willing to give money, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't mind helping her.

In the real society, the reality of human life is not wrong at all.

"I don't know anything about professionalism, but I'm sure that that song must not be sung like that. Mu Qingqing shook her head stubbornly, with a serious face, and didn't seem to accept Zhao Fusheng's statement.

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "Then what do you mean?"

For people like Mu Qingqing, she really has no choice, this girl is not a bad person, but her ideas are always too naïve, in Zhao Fusheng's words, she is purely because she is protected too well, so that she lives in a fairy tale.

"I want to ask you to BJ. Mu Qingqing looked at Zhao Fusheng and said word by word.

"Poof!"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Mu Qingqing with a shocked face: "You're not joking, are you?"

"Do I look like someone making a joke?" Mu Qingqing replied.

"Miss, I'm a layman, I think about the songs myself, your aunt bought them, you don't like other people's compositions now, let me go to BJ to guide those professional composers and singers, are you going to watch me being beaten out of the capital?" Zhao Fusheng's face was full of absurdity, and he complained to Mu Qingqing speechlessly: "There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, there is a specialization in the art industry, some people are suitable for doing certain things, we are not professionals, so don't get involved." ”

What he said was in his heart, once when he had just joined the work, he quarreled with the advertiser because of an advertising design problem, and Zhao Fu angrily asked the supervisor to evaluate. The old-timer who has been immersed in the industry for many years gave him two suggestions: first, go and apologize to the advertiser, because the other party is the god who spent money, and you must respect the customer. Second, to self-examine, as a professional, to quarrel with a layman over his own professional problems seems to be very amateurish.

He still remembers the joke that the senior said to comfort him: "Don't believe me, if I told an expert who studies spacecraft that the launch of a rocket requires lighting a newspaper with a match, and then putting the chopping wood and then the briquettes, then he would lose even if he looked at me." ”

Since then, Zhao Fusheng has known that no matter how capable he is, he must maintain enough respect for those who are not in the professional field.

It's not just about respecting others, it's also about respecting knowledge.

Therefore, although he knew that the composer Mu Qingwan found might not write the tune of the song "Prose Poems Written by Father" very well, but in Zhao Fusheng's opinion, there are a thousand "Hamlets" in the eyes of a thousand people, and even Shakespeare can't do it, so why should he force it.

But it's a pity that he thinks so, but Mu Qingqing doesn't think so.

"Either way, I feel like this song shouldn't be what it is. Mu Qingqing looked at Zhao Fusheng and said seriously: "I haven't met your parents, and I don't know how you feel about your father, but I believe that if you can sing this song, in your heart, you must have your own understanding of the word father, do you want this song to be buried for such reasons?"

Zhao Fusheng's eyes were complicated, and he sighed softly, as if he had seen a stubborn child.

Experience this kind of thing, often as people grow older, people are always reluctant to admit it, but the fact is that the younger we are, the more innocent and pure we tend to be.

What the years have washed away is not only our frizzy temper, but also our fearless pursuit and serious heart.

"I was reluctant to admit it, but you convinced me. Nodding helplessly, Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly.

Mu Qingqing's words, in fact, Zhao Fusheng didn't listen to them, but she had a sentence in Zhao Fusheng's heart, for his father, Zhao Fusheng was guilty.

If he hadn't been in this mood, he wouldn't have worked so hard now.