"The source of ancient books is hand-copied, and the Dunhuang Canon is a national treasure. ”

"If you can write a scroll of scripture paper, you don't need to be trendy. ”

In the study room of the courtyard, Zhang Kun was like a teacher in a private school in ancient times, holding a book in his hand, shaking his head and reading it, and behind the desk, Qi Xiangyang followed Zhang Kun to learn seriously.

In mid-air, Yao Zhiping looked at the two with a smile, spoke from time to time, pointing to the content of the book to explain, while Zhang Kun always acted as a microphone, conveying Yao Zhiping's words to Qi Xiangyang word for word.

Yao Zhiping taught seriously, Qi Xiangyang studied carefully, but Zhang Kun was bored, but there was nothing he could do.

After all, no matter how difficult it is, you have to work hard to achieve it.

Time passed little by little, and outside the mahogany window of the study, a ray of sunset sprinkled in, accompanied by a burst of music.

"Time ripples slowly, like the faint fragrance of the moonlight, and the sound of the piano is like a dream's clothes......"

The sound of music drifted from far to near, from the far open space, over the wall, over the window, and into Zhang Kun's ears.

Hearing this familiar music, Zhang Kun knew that it was almost six o'clock.

Turn your head to look at the sunset outside the window, hanging on the top of the mountain in the distance.

Zhang Kun smiled and closed the book in his hand: "Okay, let's stop here today and take a rest." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang!" Qi Xiangyang hurriedly stood up.

There is a small open space 200 meters outside the courtyard, which is a place for vendors to sell during the day and a resting place for middle-aged and elderly people at night, among which of course the square dance of Chinese aunts is indispensable.

Every day at this point, the basic music will start to play slowly.

The music is not loud, at least it will not disturb people's livelihood, but it is also inappropriate to teach under music.

So every day at this time, Zhang Kun can finally rest after being a microphone for a day.

Zhang Kun put the "Antique Calligraphy and Painting" in his hand back on the shelf, and then was about to leave the study when he heard a sudden ringtone of his mobile phone behind him.

"Time ripples slowly, like the faint fragrance of the moonlight, and the sound of the piano is like a dream's clothes......"

Zhang Kun was slightly stunned, turned his head to look at Qi Xiangyang, who was holding his mobile phone with an embarrassed expression, and stood there at a loss.

Zhang Kun smiled: "What's the matter, you haven't gotten tired of listening to this music every day?"

Qi Xiangyang scratched his head a little embarrassed, and then explained in a low voice: "I was a little unaccustomed to listening to it at first, but I listened to it a lot every day, and I thought it was quite good, so I made a mobile phone ringtone, if I didn't like it, senior brother, I ...... it." ”

Before Qi Xiangyang finished speaking, Zhang Kun smiled and waved his hand: "There's nothing you don't like, if you like it, keep it, answer the phone first!"

Qi Xiangyang nodded hurriedly, opened the answer button and heard a few sentences, and then hurriedly sent the mobile phone to Zhang Kun: "Senior Brother Zhang, it's Boss Hou's call, looking for you." ”

Zhang Kun was slightly stunned, and then took the phone: "Boss Hou, good evening." ”

"Zhang Kun, don't you have your mobile phone? I have rang your phone several times, but no one answered. ”

"Mobile phone, oh, it's probably in the bedroom, what's the matter, what's the good thing to say hello to Boss Hou?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen you for a few days, please have a meal together, make an appointment with Tang Xinhua, let's rub together, do you have time?"

"Boss Hou, you say hello, you have to have time if you don't have time, Cheng. ”

Zhang Kun smiled, and then the two said a place and hung up the phone. Zhang Kun took Qi Xiangyang and greeted the cook out of the courtyard.

After walking a distance, they came to the main road, and then hailed a taxi, and the two went straight to the private restaurant that Boss Hou said.

The capital's traffic is also notoriously congested across the country, especially during the evening rush hour.

Zhang Kun was sitting in a taxi, and after hearing a certain piece of music playing on the taxi for the third time, Zhang Kun turned his head to look at the driver, chuckled and said, "Master, you also like this song?"

The driver, a middle-aged man in his forties, turned his head and smiled when he heard Zhang Kun's question, and then continued to look ahead.

"It's okay, I've seen a lot of friends listening to this song recently, so I'll get it down and listen to it, it's not very good, but it's okay, just listen to it, if you don't like it, I'll change it for you." ”

As he spoke, the driver stretched out one hand to the operating table, and Zhang Kun hurriedly smiled: "Don't, that's it, anyway, just listen to it casually, and it feels okay." I just think that a lot of people have been listening to this song lately. ”

"That's, this song has become popular recently, I don't know how it came out, it seems to be everywhere all of a sudden, many people sing this, and I also read a friend's recommendation, so I listened to it. ”

"It feels okay, I was a little unaccustomed to it at first, but it was good to listen to, in fact, it was quite pleasant to the ear, and the time was slowly rippling, like a faint fragrance ...... moonlight. ”

The driver also sang casually, Zhang Kun smiled, and then turned his head to look out the window.

At this time, the taxi happened to pass through a large square, and on a huge electronic display screen in the square, the song MV called "Moonlight" was also playing.

Fu Zhe .......

At this time, in a studio, on the lighting stage, Fu Zhe was wearing a neat casual suit, and there was a makeup artist next to him who was doing the final finishing of Fu Zhe's appearance, and there was an assistant next to him, explaining the performance content to Fu Zhe for a while.

Listening to the assistant's words, Fu Zhe nodded from time to time, but suddenly, the assistant paused, and then pointed at Fu Zhe's face in a panic: "Brother Fu Zhe, you, you have a nosebleed." ”

Fu Zhe was slightly stunned, then lowered his head and wiped his nose with his hand, and a touch of bright red appeared on his hand.

The assistant next to him hurriedly found a tissue and handed it to Fu Zhe, Fu Zhe thanked him with a smile, took the tissue and wiped it, then crumpled the tissue into a small piece and plugged it in his nostrils, and then looked at the assistant with a panicked face.

"It's okay, it's probably been a little busy lately, and I'm on fire, just take a break. I went to the bathroom. ”

After speaking, Fu Zhe took the remaining tissues next to him and walked towards the bottom of the stage.

In the bathroom, Fu Zhe locked the door of the bathroom and then came to the mirror.

The tissue under his nose was already red, Fu Zhe took it gently, and suddenly a bright red sprayed down, dripping down his lips and chin.

Fu Zhe looked at himself in the mirror, his face silent for a while.

Hold on, it's fast, it's going to be done right away, hold on .......

A few minutes later, when Fu Zhe returned, there was no trace of blood on his face, so he found a makeup artist to touch up his makeup a little, and then stepped on the lighting stage again with a smile on his face.

Ten minutes later.

Today we invited the most popular and popular singer of "Moonlight" recently, ...... Fu Zhe. ”