The reason why Meng Fanzhu was stunned was because he had never seen such a girl's room, a pink dream world. The bedroom is about 20 square meters, with a pink glass chandelier on the head, surrounded by pale pink wallpaper with rose patterns, medium pink curtains hanging on both sides of the marble window frame, a bright pink bedspread on the European-style princess bed, a large pink Love rabbit on top, pink veils and tassels hanging on the bedside image wall, a pink carpet at the foot of the bed, a dark pink lamp on the ivory white bedside table, a pink chair cover on the dresser seat, and even a teddy bear puppet on the chest of drawers is wearing red clothes. I never imagined that Anya, who has an elegant temperament like an iceberg snow lotus, is actually a little girl in pink!

A little embarrassed, he took Meng Fanzhu's hand and walked into his bedroom, "This is my room, you are the only boy who came in, you are not allowed to go out." ”

"I will swear to keep this secret to the death," Meng Fanzhu raised his hand and swore. I was very relaxed, this was my girlfriend's room, what was there to be nervous about. I looked at it, there was no other chair in the room except the dresser, so I sat on Anya's bed, my hand touched Love Rabbit, pinched, I felt that it felt very good, and I held it in my arms, which was very comfortable.

Anya sat next to Meng Fanzhu, her face was as red as a ripe apple, pointed to the ragdoll rabbit and said, "Her name is An Meng, she has only been hugged by me"

"An Meng, is it made up of a combination of our surnames? I think Meng An is better to listen to, and I can only be hugged by the two of us in the future, right? Meng Fanzhu scratched his head and winked at Anya. Anya said angrily, "It's a dream that a dream comes true, it's called An Meng, not Meng An." After speaking, he blushed and lowered his head to rub the skirt. Knowing that the girl was already shy to the extreme, Meng Fanzhu, who accepted it when she saw it, asked, "Okay, our family Anya has the final say." I don't see a desk here, where do you usually study, take me around. ”

"Oh, good. Anya nodded, struggled out of her shyness, and led Meng Fanzhu to the study next door, which was simply furnished, with two bookcases and a desk in the middle, and a laptop on it. After a brief glance, he followed Anya downstairs.

Meng Fanzhu didn't know that Anya's mother had been watching them with the door open after they went upstairs, afraid that the young man would do something out of line. After they quickly went downstairs, they were very satisfied with Meng Fanzhu's decentness and also walked out of the room. It just so happened that Meng Fanzhu was planning to leave, although he wanted to stay with Anya for a while, but he would not leave a good impression if he didn't leave for the first time. Seeing Anya's mother come out, she said goodbye very politely, told Anya to practice singing hard again, and walked out of the girl's house.

While walking home, I hummed a song, and I was in a very good mood, thinking that today's performance should be considered excellent, at least leaving a good first impression on Anya's mother. When he got home, Meng Fanzhu was just about to make lunch, and the phone at home rang, he picked up the microphone, and just said the word "hey", his father's voice came from inside, "Where did the stinky boy run again, he was not home in the morning!"

"I'm going to the same school to discuss the weekend program, what's the matter, Dad?" Meng Fanzhu was a little hungry, rubbed his stomach, and replied weakly.

"Your Uncle Sun Weichang asked you to come to the studio to record a song, so come over quickly if you're fine. Dad said

"No, I'm hungry. Meng Fanzhu wanted to take the opportunity to let his father invite him to a big meal.

"Stinky boy, you haven't become a big name yet, so you play a big name. Order takeout for you, and it will arrive within half an hour. With that, he hung up the phone. Meng Fanzhu felt that it was necessary to get a mobile phone card, otherwise it would be more troublesome to find him. Pack up and go out for a taxi. Uncle Sun's music studio is not far from his home and is also in the Economic Development Zone. Uncle Sun bought an office building for his studio in his early years, and many people said that he was a loser and spent money indiscriminately. As a result, housing prices have now increased more than 5 times, and he has effectively hit back at those who say three or four, which has also become one of the proofs for him to brag about his vision. Dad often sighs, this guy who does things purely by interest, his luck is really against the sky, several investments, no market research at all, no later planning, he thinks he will invest, and the result is all profitable. I didn't feel it when I heard it before, but now that I think about it, Uncle Sun won't travel back from the future!

In the cranky thinking, when I arrived at the place, I looked up after getting off the car and saw that there was a high-rise building in front of me, with 1 to 5 floors being office buildings, and the exterior walls were packaged with dark marble slabs, and the top was hung with the brand of Rongchang Music Media. Above the 5th floor are hotel apartment residences, which are mainly used for investment, and no one who really lives chooses to live in the same room as a hotel all year round.

Walking into the company, the front desk is a very delicate girl, seeing Meng Fanzhu come in, her eyes lit up, very warm reception, learned the name, checked the record, and sent Meng Fanzhu directly to the general manager's office on the 5th floor. made Meng Fanzhu sigh that it was really a world of faces, but fortunately, buddies were also one of the beneficiaries.

Push open the door and enter the spacious office, completely decorated in Chinese style, in the middle is a circle of Chinese sofas, sitting three people are drinking tea, Dad naturally does not mention. Sun Weichang is a middle-aged man with a lot of thin hair, but he is in a high position all the year round and has his own bearing. On his left hand side is a middle-aged woman with a very literary temperament, in her thirties, very heroic, and her posture of sitting and drinking tea is very elegant.

Sun Weichang saw Meng Fanzhu coming, and beckoned to him, "Duoduo, come and drink tea." ”

Meng Fanzhu took a few steps closely, "Hello Uncle Sun, I'm going to trouble you again this time." ”

"Come less, don't pretend to be polite, I'm not used to it. Saying that, he introduced the middle-aged woman next to him, "This is Aunt Lu Yuanyuan, not an outsider, I and your father have been good friends for more than ten years, you can just call Aunt Lu"

"Hello Aunt Lu, if it weren't for the fact that you and my father and uncle Sun were good friends, I should have taught you sister. Meng Fanzhu touched his nose awkwardly, turned to Lu Yuanyuan and greeted him warmly, "This kid, you can really talk, I will also call you Duoduo, I specially stayed to listen to your songs, I like those three songs very much, and they are very well written!"

Meng Fanzhu blushed a little, after all, he plagiarized the works of those music gods in his dreams, "Auntie can like it, I'm so happy!"

Dad pulled Duoduo to sit next to him, "Your Aunt Lu's identity is not ordinary, she is now the vice president and secretary general of the Long Provincial Musicians Association, if you want to engage in music, Aunt Lu is your leader." After speaking, he deliberately paused, "And Aunt Lu is the niece of the writer Lu Yao." ”

"Why do you tell your children about this, my uncle has been dead for more than ten years, his life is too hard, I don't want our descendants to take the difficult road of literature. Lu Yuanyuan said with some emotion.

Meng Fanzhu looked at her father, and some understood why her father was in a hurry to let him come over, this was to introduce herself to Lu Yuanyuan, whether it was her own provincial musicians association or her uncle's resources in the literary world, knowing her would help her future development. Dad is opening up the high-quality social resources around him to himself, and he deserves to be his father. Meng Fanzhu, who has experienced a lifetime, knows the importance of social resources, and in China's thousands of years of forming a humane society, there is no certain social resources, which is really inconvenient. And the writer Lu Yao is indeed one of Meng Fanzhu's favorite writers, regardless of his character or creative attitude

"I like Grandpa Lu's "Ordinary World" very much, and I have watched it more than once. His spirit of writing with his life is an example for all literary backward learners, and I especially like Grandpa Lu's continuous attention and creation to the fate of ordinary people. Meng Fanzhu said sincerely.

"Good boy, I didn't expect that more than ten years after his death, there was still a teenager who liked him so much, and he would be happy to be under Jiuquan compared to his uncle. Lu Yuanyuan was moved by Meng Fanzhu's words, and his eyes were a little red.

Sun Weichang saw that the atmosphere was a little dull, and changed the topic, "Duoduo is a little hungry, let's eat first, and then go to the recording studio to listen to Duoduo's new songs." ”

The four of them came to the reception room next to the office, which is a place specially used by Sun Weichang to entertain friends and customers, the decoration is very luxurious, and the chef is specially invited, so he cooks for the guests in the reception room.

Meng Fanzhu has eaten here many times, and knows the chef's skills, "Wow, there is a big meal at noon, and my father lied to me that I would eat a boxed lunch, or Uncle Sun is interesting enough." Meng Fanzhu always unconsciously shielded the calm personality in his dreams in front of his parents, and restored him to a youthful young man's heart.

Dad shook his head and said to Lu Yuanyuan, "Look, this kid is going to college soon, and he still looks like a child." ”

Lu Yuanyuan likes Meng Fanzhu very much, "Children should be like children, they are all old-fashioned like us, and the world is too boring." ”

"That's right, Yuan Yuan is right. Come, sit down a lot, eat hard at noon, eat enough, and record songs in the afternoon to record well!" Sun Weichang pulled Meng Fanzhu to sit next to him......

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