The night in Shenzhen on Thursday was no longer hot, and the dark clouds piled up in the sky could no longer bear the weight of the body, and it rained heavily throughout the night, flooding the balcony of Fenglinzhai 301, and even some water stains flowed into the dormitory from the threshold of the balcony, and the rain seemed to be a little heavy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This night, Tang Lin had insomnia, he was a little distracted, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the window outside the window, and he was a little distracted.

The dawn of dawn stopped the rain that had been falling all night, bringing a touch of coolness to the summer after the sweltering heat.

The fresh air after the rain fills the entire campus, and the flower beds on the side of the school road exude a scent of earthy fragrance, and the crystal clear water droplets hanging on the tips of flowers and plants are like dazzling diamonds in the morning light.

On a new day, the Shenzhen market was washed by a rainstorm like a spotless mirror.

Friday, an ordinary Friday, doesn't seem to have much to care about other than the expectation that most workers can look forward to the coming weekend.

But this Friday seems a little unusual.

Before ten o'clock in the morning, in the official blog of the Empress Yu Tingjuan of the Chinese Kingdom, a private Weibo was published, which made all the people who paid attention to the queen's official blog a little dumbfounded.

"This morning, I suddenly heard that there is a song in China, called "Where Has Time Gone", and when I recommended the audition, I asked myself: For me, where is my personal time funny? The answer, of course, is that it is all taken up by work. I recommend this song to all the people, I hope that everyone will not forget the old mother and father at home in addition to work and study, they are worthy of our care and companionship!#"Where has the time gone" moved fugitives have surrendered#"

Chiguoguo's propaganda, but no one thinks that anyone has the ability to make the Empress of China so publicized.

As soon as this official blog came out, it didn't take too long for the power of the people to put the words 'where has the time gone' and 'recommended by the empress' on the top two hot search keywords.

So, on the third day after Tang Lin uploaded the music source, this song once again ushered in a blowout of clicks, auditions and downloads, as long as it is a person who is used to being active on the Internet, there may be many people who don't know who Tang Lin is, but basically no one will say that I haven't heard the song "Where Has Time Gone".

If you use one word to describe the current Tang Lin, it should be that the song celebrity is not popular.

At the same time, orders and warnings were constantly passed into the hands of some people, and in the case of deterrence, some follow-up measures against Tang Lin had to be forcibly stopped, but the person concerned, Tang Lin, did not know about these things.

Today's Tang Lin has no intention of leaving the school again, and he has regained his spirits, so he still decided to take one step at a time, and write the plan first, which is what he should do now.

So after 'encountering' Qin Ru again, Tang Lin, who returned to the dormitory, sat in front of the computer without moving and typed the thoughts in his head into the document word by word.

At around eleven o'clock in the morning, Wu Hao and the three of them, who were supposed to be studying in the library, suddenly pushed the door out of the dormitory and surrounded Tang Lin as if they were looking at strange animals.

"What's the matter, this is? You don't obediently study in the library, and you run back to get out of the way?"

Tang Lin stopped typing, and looked up at the three 'Dharma Protectors' on the left and right with some amusement.

"Come back and express my admiration for you like the flooding of the Yellow River," Zhou Haoran replied.

Feng Peng and the others also nodded, agreeing with Zhou Haoran's statement.

"Wood, you are too good now, we now seriously doubt that you are a relative of the emperor, and you can actually move the empress out to help you do propaganda, confess leniently, resist strictly, you hurry up and explain honestly. ”

Tang Lin lay back in his chair, let Wu Hao 'massage' on his body, pouted and said, "Where did you hear the gossip again?

Wu Hao said: "Now it's crazy on Weibo, Empress Yu Tingjuan gave you a thumbs up on the official blog early in the morning, if it doesn't matter at all, she will pay attention to your mung bean sesame?"

"There's such a thing? Why, show me. ”

When Tang Lin spoke, Feng Peng stuffed his mobile phone into Tang Lin's hand, and a Weibo page opened on it, and the content happened to be the Weibo posted on Yu Tingjuan's official blog.

"I'm going, I didn't expect this song to be so popular!" Tang Lin was also shocked when he saw it.

"I'll just say it, the evidence is conclusive, what else do you want to say?" Wu Hao said as he pressed Tang Lin's shoulder.

"People just like my song, not give me a thumbs up, if you want to say that the emperor's relatives are also this song, it has nothing to do with me, okay?"

"What difference can this make, don't say that the Empress really heard this song inadvertently, who can believe you. ”

"Cut, believe it or not, I'm not bad anyway. ”

For this kind of matter of benevolence and wisdom, Tang Lin felt that there was no need to dwell on it, so he broke the hand that was pressing on his shoulder, and began to type on his own.

Seeing this, Feng Peng and the three of them did not continue to ask, depending on the situation, Tang Lin did not know in advance, and could only say that he might not know when he was smashed in the head by Fuxing.

"Wood, are you preparing some big move?" Feng Peng looked at the rapidly growing number of words in the document and asked Tang Lin, who was constantly snapping with the keyboard.

"I'm writing a plan for a show," Tang Lin took the time to say, his hands continuing his codeword.

Wu Hao interjected next to him: "Wood, do we have a chance to be on your show?"

"Hmm. ”

"Really?"

"Really, but wait until you're done with the exams, not right now. ”

"If you can do it, Gaga, I can't imagine that my brother is also going to be a star!"

"Celebrities aren't so fun!" Tang Lin stopped the action of code words, and said with some emotion, inexplicably being suppressed, thinking about it, he was a little upset.

"Cut, how can the rich know that the poor are suffering, you are hypocritical! Remember, don't forget your brother when you turn around," Wu Hao said, "Do you want to go to dinner with us later?"

Tang Lin hadn't gone to the canteen with them to eat for a while, because when Tang Lin arrived at the canteen during this time, he had a feeling of being watched.

"No, you guys will help me pack a meal and come back later," Sure enough, Tang Lin refused Wu Hao's invitation.

"Okay, it's not happy to have beautiful women watching, looking down on people like you who waste national food," Wu Hao muttered, and Feng Peng and the others put a few books on their respective bookshelves, and left the dormitory in a hurry, just as they came back in a hurry.

Tang Lin shook his head, it is not so easy to hold Buddha's feet temporarily, as for the arrangement for Feng Peng and the three of them to participate in the show just now, it is indeed within the scope of his consideration, and inviting celebrities and the like is not in his consideration for the time being, because the cost of the program is limited, as for the effect, you need to know after watching the recording, and it is currently arranged like this for the time being.