Chapter 166: The Coming Grammy

It's always a pleasure to spend time with your lover.

It's a pity that Jessica and Luoyang have jobs to do and can't stay too long, so after breakfast, they left the mountain pheasant for a while.

Needless to say, Jessica has been very busy with all kinds of schedules, and she has to take advantage of the jet lag before she can work properly.

Luoyang is a little freer, and after sending Jessica back, he can go back to the pheasant's house and work in the recording studio built at home.

Although it seems to be idle, Luoyang has always been very busy, because not only does he occasionally have to go out to solve the tasks given to him by Zhang Xianzhong, but he also has to write songs all the time to prepare for Jessica's album.

His brain turns faster than ordinary people, at least one song a day, and as his proficiency rises, sometimes he writes several songs a day, and it takes time and energy to do so.

has written so many songs, and there are a lot of high-quality products in them, which has long been enough to release an album, but Luoyang is very picky, either don't do it, or do it to do the best.

As Jessica's singing skills became more and more excellent, the power she burst out every time she recorded always made Luoyang feel that the song was not good enough, so he was always changing and writing.

Jessica has the same problem, don't rush, just do a good job.

Anyway, she doesn't have to make money by selling albums now, but like Xue Moumou, she is completely making money and making music.

So in her spare time, she basically spends her free time in the recording studio, accompanying Luoyang to make music slowly.

And when the song is difficult to decide, the theme of the album, the concept and other things, the planning department has no way to start.

So the speed can't be fast.

As for Taeyeon's album...

Hm... Just pick it from the one written, what's the matter, the silly hat has its own production team, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

"Sleep. ”

After hypnotizing Jessica and putting her to a deep sleep, Luoyang took a pen and paper and prepared to write a song in the recording studio of the pheasant's house.

It was already late at night in Kimchi Country at this time, and Jessica had to sleep for jet lag, but she had just woken up not long ago, and it was difficult to fall asleep, so Luoyang simply helped her do hypnosis.

Driven by what little conscience he had left, Luoyang walked to the door of Sunny's room and looked at it, and found Sunny lying on the bed, looking physically and mentally exhausted.

Xiujing has already left, she is a person who is afraid of life, staying with people she doesn't know well is completely torture for her, and she doesn't know when Jessica will come back, so she almost didn't say a word the whole time, and left after a few awkward chats.

None of Sunny's whims and worries happened.

But she was still tired.

Luoyang was a little weak-hearted, knocked lightly on the door a few times, and said, "Are you okay?"

Sunny got up, and when he saw that it was Luoyang, he immediately walked up to him with a resentful face: "How can you treat me like this!"

"What's wrong with me?" Luoyang tried to quibble.

Sunny was aggrieved: "I don't speak English, I don't know Chinese, I don't look like a Celestial Empire, aren't you afraid of me to help?"

"Wow~" Luoyang shook his head in disbelief: "Aren't you born in the United States? ”

"I went back to China before I learned to speak English, how could I speak English?"

Luoyang looked at Sunny, who was particularly young, and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, it's my fault." ”

The sudden frankness made Sunny's chest feel tight, and he felt like he had punched the cotton with the wrong force, and he couldn't get angry for a while.

So he clutched his chest and hummed and asked, "How is it?

"It's going well, Jessica and I may be getting married soon. Luoyang's eyebrows danced.

Sunny was inexplicably a little disappointed and sighed, "Congratulations. ”

Luoyang asked curiously: "Aren't you a lot of girlfriends? In addition to the same team, there are also Hyuna, Hyomin and others who have filmed shows before, as well as SISTAR's good friends, why don't you play with them?"

Sunny looked at him with an idiot look in his eyes, then pointed to his face, "You asked me to play with them like this?"

Luo Yang said helplessly: "I said to play games." ”

Sunny sighed, "Nobody likes to play games. ”

Luoyang patted Sunny on the shoulder, and said with a little sympathy: "Only my wife and the game can't be disappointed, don't worry, I have to play games when I get married, so we can still be good friends." ”

"Cut, who is rare. Sunny rolled his eyes out of the sky, then looked at the pen and paper in Luoyang's hand and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Luoyang honestly confessed: "Write songs." ”

"Now, I wish you all the best. Sunny waved goodbye boredly.

Luoyang also waved goodbye, and then disappeared abruptly in front of her eyes.

He simply left.

A friend is a friend, although he is in love for the first time, he also knows very well how to draw a line with the opposite sex.

In the next moment, Luoyang had already appeared in the spacious living room of the Luoshan Chicken's house.

"Welcome home. ”

Han Jian sat on the ground without any image, playing with the remote control robot with great interest.

Under her control, the robot bravely charged towards Luoyang, and then rushed to Luoyang's feet, attacking Luoyang's leather shoes.

While attacking, Han Jian also dubbed in the voice of a Minion: "Ahh

Luoyang was speechless, and couldn't help laughing, feeling that Han Yan was really naΓ―ve.

But seeing her so happy, he didn't want to ruin her fun, so he fell to the ground very cooperatively, with a villain's shocked face: "Na... Accept... Nani!

Then close your eyes and stop breathing.

At this time, Han Jian couldn't stand it anymore, and covered his face shyly: "Ahhh

"Do you know that you are still playing?" Luoyang got up from the ground and looked at her funny.

"I like it. Han Yan sprinkled coquettishly, as sweet as honey.

"Okay, okay, okay! Bow down to the malicious selling of cute underworld forces. Luoyang had no resistance at all, and lay back on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Han Yan couldn't laugh, and hit Luoyang on the stomach with the robot.

Luoyang screamed weakly: "Kill, whip the corpse..."

After being naΓ―ve for a while, Han Jian put away the robot with satisfaction, and said to Luoyang who was lying on the ground: "You're back to write songs, aren't you?

"I also relaxed, I wrote too much and was a little out of breath. Luoyang lay on the ground, his eyes closed tiredly.

Han Yan looked at him a little distressedly, didn't say anything, put down the robot, turned around and walked to the refrigerator.

Then take some vegetables out of the fridge and go to the kitchen to wash them and cut them into pieces and put them in the juicer.

As the machine operates, the vegetables become vegetable juice, which is very healthy and unpalatable at first glance.

"No, vegetable juice, come and drink it. ”

Luoyang looked at the vegetable juice in disgust, and turned his head to pretend not to hear.

However, the Great Demon King's order did not dare to disobey after all.

He rebelled for only a few seconds, then obediently got up from the floor, walked over, raised his glass, pinched his nose, and drank it all.

"Bang!"

Luoyang put down the cup with a bitter face, feeling like he was back in the days when he was a child, forced to take Chinese medicine by his mother.

Han Yan nodded contentedly, rubbed his shoulders and said, "Okay, let's go to work." ”

Luoyang still had a bitter face and couldn't speak, so he had to make an OK posture, and then turned around and went upstairs.

"Is it that unpleasant?" Han Qiao pouted, a little unconvinced, so he stretched out his tongue and licked the remaining vegetable juice on the wall of the cup, and then crossed his waist and said unconvinced: "It's delicious." ”

β€”β€”β€”β€” naΓ―ve and middle two demon kingβ€”β€”β€”β€”

Turning on the computer and debugging the equipment, Luoyang sat on the swivel chair, ready to start working, and as soon as he put the pen and paper in place, the mobile phone rang.

When I took out my phone, I saw that it was Charles, the owner who hadn't appeared for a long time.

By the way, he also said that he was going to introduce him to someone, but he forgot about it completely.

With an inexplicable sense of guilt, Luoyang answered the phone: "Hey, Charles, it's been a long time." ”

"Oh~no~ Luo, don't tell me you don't know yet. Charles's voice was filled with excitement.

Luoyang was a little inexplicable: "What happened?"

"Unbelievable, you really don't know!" Charles screamed and said excitedly, "Grammy!

Luoyang shrugged: "emm... To be honest, I really didn't expect it if you didn't say it. ”

"Oh... Oh, God... Bieber's album is so hot that you don't have any thoughts about the Grammys?" Charles was speechless, unable to understand Luoyang's thinking.

Luoyang scratched his head and said, "I just made the arrangement of a song... Maybe I helped him when you wrote the song... But to be honest, I don't really do a lot of work, so I always feel like Bieber's album doesn't have much to do with me. ”

Charles's excitement suddenly disappeared, and he complained dissatisfiedly: "Please, give me some confidence, okay? I really don't like your Oriental humility culture." ”

β€œOK。 Luoyang cleared his throat, and then said in an arrogant tone: "Let's see! Charles! The best arrangement of this year must be mine, if Bieber's album does not win the best album of the year, it must be because the producer is you and not me!"

"Uhh

Luoyang returned to his normal tone, and said a little cheaply: "How is it?

"Not good... It seems that modesty is still necessary. Charles finally came to his senses.

"Well, no kidding, the best arrangement won't be my turn, and the song "Sorry" is not a Grammy thing. Luoyang sighed: "I can only wish you success." ”

"Anyway..."Charles was only depressed for a moment, and immediately cheered up again: "If you want to go, tell me, I can get you a ticket, and experience it up close, the best musicians gather to perform on a platter, this kind of scene can only be seen once a year!"

Luoyang said helplessly: "Charles, I want to go too, but I have to make two albums now, and I have to accompany Taeyeon to the competition." ”

"I've heard the song you wrote, Lo. Charles advised: "Trust me, they're good enough, you might think your first album means a lot, but IMHO, there's no good in being overly nitpicking, and as for the competition, I don't think it's difficult for you at all... Anyway, I hope you can come. ”

β€œOK... I try my best. ”

Hanging up the phone, Luoyang fell into a tangle.

He didn't know if he should listen to the advice of his seniors...