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Although there are equals here, except for Tan Wei, the youngest Wu Lei is also a round older than Deng Zheng, so Deng Zheng didn't hold it at all, and basically let go of it. Drunk to seven or eight points.

Fortunately, the wine atmosphere in the south has never been strong, if he was in his hometown of Beihua, he dared to let go like this and did not refuse, and the two of them would have fallen under the table.

At the end of the banquet, Deng Zheng came out to go to the bathroom and met Lian Inscription who was swallowing clouds and fog in the courtyard.

The moon stars are scarce. The sound of insect waves.

Not far away, across the wooded public hot spring spa area, the lights are brilliant and dye half of the sky, although the view is blocked, you can still hear laughter and waves.

Deng Zheng stepped forward and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Liantai, you can't smoke, it's very hard to endure." ”

Lian Inscription, who was born in the military, smoked the famous old smoking gun very fiercely, but today there are two ladies including Tan Wei, and he takes the lead, and many smoking men during the banquet are still quite gentlemen. It's just that there are always people running out, making it like a collective kidney loss.

Lian Mingwen waved his hand and took a few puffs before he said: "I should let your sister-in-law come over today, let her take a good look, can I endure a meal without touching the smoke." Nagging every day. ”

"Sister-in-law is also good for you. Everything is in moderation, and you smoke too hard. The body matters. ”

Lian Mingwen shook his head, spit out a string of smoke rings, and said in a long voice: "Don't mention it, your sister-in-law also bought fitness equipment a few days ago, so that I can do aerobic exercise every night to lose weight, control my weight, and keep my blood pressure stable...... A set of sets, noisy. ”

Deng Zheng was slightly drunk, smiled narrowly, and teased softly: "This is not right, isn't my sister-in-law just ready-made fitness equipment, why spend that unjust money." ”

"Ahem!" Even the inscription didn't seem to expect this kind of meat words to come out of Deng Zheng's mouth, he choked on a puff of old cigarettes, pointed at Deng Zheng with his finger, and glared: "You stinky boy......", said, but suddenly laughed, the two seemed to be a lot closer, patted Deng Zheng's shoulder hard, and said arrogantly: "Yes, the old man is always polite, and he is holding the shelf to do the ball, which is the right taste!"

After talking for a while, Lian Inscription suddenly said: "The situation of "Gu Shooting", my brother knows." ”

Deng Zheng nodded.

This is an ancient style song created by Su Cheng and Su Wei brothers, the style of music is ethereal, based on the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" in the Gu Shooting Fairy, once launched, it was widely acclaimed.

Originally, it was nothing, but it was edited into an animated MV by a netizen with a self-made anime portrait of the little dragon girl with this song, which caused an accident all of a sudden, and in just a few days, it was actually hyped into the most suitable theme song of the "Condor Heroes" TV series.

Say it's tailor-made.

I don't know if anyone pushed it, but there were many fans who petitioned, and even launched a campaign of "You must shoot Gu, otherwise you won't watch it", and the responders gathered and had a great impact.

This situation has attracted the attention and inquiries of the key potential owners of the online copyright of the TV series "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", as well as several key customers of this weekend's advertising investment conference. After all, it is the money, and I definitely want to avoid risks as much as possible.

Lian Mingwen said: "What is my brother's opinion, why don't I let Taili come forward and contact the Su family brothers?"

"No, I don't. These guys are here for me. If I don't come forward and give them back the face they lost before, they would rather keep the copyright rotten in their hands than let "Condor" use it. ”

"What then?"

Deng Zheng smiled: "Cold salad." Don't worry, I'll bring Tan Xiaowei here, it's not just as simple as having a meal. In three days at most, this obscure "Gu Shot" will become history. ”

……

After returning to the hotel, I rested for two hours, answered a phone call, and woke up groggily. When I got up, I found that outside the window, the last street light had been extinguished.

The night was thick, as thick as ink that could not be dissolved, sweeping in, like a silent monster, silently, easily devouring a city.

told Tan Wei that she wanted to record a song at night, so the girl waited, and after Deng Zheng washed up briefly, when she knocked on the door and went in, she was sitting in the living room flipping through the book - "The Condor Heroes".

"It's only a temporary cramming now, it's too late. Let's go, pianists they're already in place. ”

The two took the elevator together to the mini theater on the 16th floor of the hotel.

In the center of the small stage is a piano, and a dim blue light shines from the top of the stage, enveloping the piano.

Just after Deng Zheng and Tan Wei came in and sat down, a girl with long hair fluttering and wearing white clothes floated up to the stage like a ghost from the side of the stage and sat quietly at the piano.

Deng Zheng leaned over and whispered: "Xiaowei, this song is very difficult to sing, don't read the lyrics first, feel it carefully, and grasp the original emotions." ”

Tan Wei said "um", very solemn.

She knew that this song was going to compete with the Su brothers' "Gu Shooting", and to defeat everyone's preconceived notions, she had to at least be a step higher. There is no room for sloppiness.

In her heart, Brother Zheng's creative level is absolutely undoubted, and what she can do is to do her best to deduce the effect he wants without dragging her feet.

On the stage, this international-level live pianist carefully pondered the desolation, tenacity and emotion after watching the film during the day, and brewed emotions for half a minute, and then stretched out his slender and white hand.

Under the blue chasing light, the fingers were a little pale and cold, and the fingertips gently caressed the snow-white keys, as if touching an unreachable memory.

With a faint sigh, her fingers flicked lightly, playing softly on the keyboard, and the sound of the piano poured out like water.

Each note is like a leaping flame, lonely and cold, swaying in the wind, flickering in the light, in a trance, and the melancholy and melodious melody spreads out.

Tan Wei's whole body suddenly tensed, and the water cup in her hand slipped silently, and Deng Zheng was quick to pick it up in her hand.

Tan Wei silently stared at the lonely and lonely back with fluttering white hair in the light and shadow of the stage, sighed, closed her eyes, and reveled in the pure sound of the piano, completely forgetful.

In a trance, her mind fused with the plot of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" that she had just flipped over, such as the departure of the little dragon girl and jumping off the cliff, and even, the imagination was further expanded and extended, forming some pictures, on the barren plain, there was a small wooden house, and in front of the wooden house stood a woman in white with fluttering clothes, beautiful and cold, she had been waiting for the lover who might never see her again.

At the end of the plain is the sea, and at the end of the sea is the endless void, and her lover is far away at the end of the void and can never be seen......

I don't know how long it took, but the last note fell, and there was silence in the small theater.

Even though he had heard it many times, at such midnight, under the wonderful performance of this pianist, Deng Zheng still showed a trace of deep amazement on his face.

"Brother Zheng, this song...... How can it be so beautiful?" Tan Wei muttered, a trace of sadness on her face, her voice was soft and low, as if she was whispering in a dream, and after she finished speaking, she fell silent again.

As if sensing something, Deng Zheng moved his palm to Tan Wei's smooth face, touched the moist corners of his eyes, touched her head, rested lightly on his shoulder, and comforted him in a soft voice: "Why are you still like a child......"