"It's possible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThey're hyped up well. You see, aren't we just talking about him now?"

"Isn't it? hype ......"

At this time, the mobile phone surnamed Li rang loudly, interrupting their conversation.

The surnamed Li took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID, quickly shushed and said, "Quiet! A friend of mine called from the rehearsal site." Soon he answered the phone and said with a smile, "Hello!

The other party said very excitedly: "Mr. Li, I heard a very beautiful song just now, it is really amazing! This song will definitely be popular, and it will be a big fire!"

The man surnamed Li was not so excited, but asked with a smile, "Who sang it?"

The other party said: "Zhou Yan! It's Zhou Yan who sings! Male and female chorus, these two people will be on fire!"

The man's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the man surnamed Zhao opposite, and asked loudly: "What is Zhou Yan singing? is that song written by a high school student......?" What is the most ethnic style?"

"Yes, yes, it's this one, a high school student, can't it?...... I don't know if it was written by a high school student, I just know that this song is particularly good. Speaking of this, the other party pondered for a moment, and then said, "If it is really written by a high school student, you better find him immediately, this is definitely a gold mine! If he can write one poem, he can definitely write two, three, or even dozens of songs, isn't this a cash cow?"

He paused and muttered exaggeratedly: "Damn, Mr. Li, don't you know, just now I heard that the pores of my whole body were opened, and the directors of the director team were dumbfounded, really...... , If my estimate is correct, the appearance position of this song will definitely be adjusted, and it will definitely be adjusted to Zhou Yan and them, Tianji Media has issued a ...... Okay, I'm going to continue watching the next show, maybe someone can surprise me again. I almost fell asleep just now. Hang up. ”

The man surnamed Li let out a dejected sigh, put away his mobile phone in disbelief, and asked the man surnamed Zhao: "Mr. Zhao, what you said is true or false? Is there a high school survivor in the end, should we go all out to find this high school student?"

Although the man surnamed Zhao did not hold his mobile phone, he was sitting not far away, and the office was very quiet, so he also heard the conversation on the mobile phone. Seeing the man surnamed Li ask him, he shook his head and said, "Didn't you just say that high school students can't write good songs against the sky? Why do you believe it all of a sudden now?...... But I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe in the existence of this high school student. I guess it was made up by Tianji Media, on the one hand, to create a gimmick to attract the attention of public opinion, and on the other hand, to protect the real author of it. ”

The man surnamed Li glanced at the other party suspiciously, and said, "It's impossible, right? Tianji Media uses high school students as a gimmick? They might as well use a destitute homeless man as a gimmick, which would be more eye-catching. …… , no matter what, we still send someone to follow up, we can't watch Tianji Media get rich and we are indifferent. ”

The man surnamed Zhao nodded and said, "That's fine, at least you have to figure out the situation." The company immediately arranged for someone to follow up ......"

When "The Most Dazzling National Style" set off a small storm in the media industry in Beijing, Meng Wentian was still doing his winter vacation homework. Now he is doing his homework faster and faster, and now he can do the problems that he used to think about a little time, and some physics problems, math problems, and chemistry problems can even think of several ways to solve them, which was unimaginable before. At this rate, he could complete all his homework during the winter break in less than a few hours.

Guo Qiulan, who was sitting on the bed reading a novel on the quilt, glanced at Meng Wentian from time to time with the afterglow of her eyes, many times it was just a short glance, but sometimes she was also attracted by his serious appearance, and she couldn't help but look at it a little longer, and her eyes were too focused, and when he seemed to notice it and turned her head, she immediately retracted her gaze and pretended to fall on the book.

But her blushing face betrayed her heart, and her pounding heart showed that her mood was not as calm as outside. She felt like a little mouse stealing something to eat, coveting his plate.

Fortunately, Meng Wentian didn't find out, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

It wasn't until half past eleven in the evening that Meng Wentian said that he wouldn't do it today and packed up his books, that Guo Qiulan spoke up: "I can't imagine that you kid can really calm down and do your homework." I'm going to be touched by you. ”

Meng Wentian smiled: "No way, who told me that my grades are poor, I will take the college entrance examination next year." ”

Guo Qiulan said: "With your current ability, what does it matter if you go to college or not? You can live a good life in the future, definitely better than most college students." ”

Meng Wentian smiled and said sincerely: "Then I still hope to go to university." ”

Guo Qiulan naturally wouldn't persuade him not to go to college, but she was reluctant to let him leave immediately, and said with a smile: "I won't study today?...... Why don't we talk?"

Meng Wentian said: "Okay. But what are we talking about?"

Guo Qiulan smacked him with her beautiful eyes again and asked, "What do you mean?" …… , you can talk about your relationship with Tianji Media, talk about how you can create songs, and talk about how you can repair cars. Anyway, you kid has too many secrets, I don't even know if you are a fairy or not. …… , Meng Wentian, tell you the truth, did you take what others created for yourself in "The Most Dazzling National Style"? It must be, right?"

Meng Wentian said: "The question is who can create such a beautiful song. You've lived with me for so many days, haven't you noticed that I'm very capable?"

Guo Qiulan's face suddenly turned red, and she said, "Phew, who lives with you?"

Meng Wentian glanced at her playfully and said, "What do you think in your heart? We both live in an auto repair shop, aren't we together? Do I have to make it clear that you live upstairs and I live downstairs, so you don't have ambiguity?"

Guo Qiulan was a little shy, so she said angrily: "Don't be poor, I don't like to listen to this kind of hooliganism." …… You haven't answered me yet, when did you learn about music? This songwriting is not a fight, you are good at fighting, is it also good at writing songs?"

Meng Wentian said: "You will definitely not believe what I said. ”

Guo Qiulan said: "As long as you tell the truth, I will definitely believe it." ”

Meng Wentian said: "I don't understand music, but I was born to hum songs, do you believe it?"

Guo Qiulan was stunned for a moment and said, "I believe you...... Genius...... Boy, did you really hum that song?"

Meng Wentian said depressedly: "How many times have you asked this sentence? How do you want me to answer? Okay, I admit that I didn't hum it, nor did I create it." Now you should be relieved, right? This answer should make you fall asleep. …… Okay, it's too late today, go down to bed, goodbye. ”

As he spoke, he walked out with his schoolbag, and when the door was closed, he waved his hand: "Good night!"

Guo Qiulan looked at his back a little reluctantly and went out, and responded mechanically and numbly: "Good night." ”

It's finally the New Year.

This year is only twenty-nine, and there is no Chinese New Year's Eve. Meng Wentian got up on time at six o'clock in the morning, opened the door of the duty room, and found that it was white outside: it was snowing!

However, the snow is not deep, only a thin layer.

Meng Wentian was in a good mood, hummed a little song and rushed into the snow, and began to insist on exercising every day.

Guo Qiulan slept comfortably, until Meng Wentian took a cold shower after exercising, and then used an electric donkey to heat sweet wine eggs and glutinous rice cakes, all of which were eaten, she walked down from the stairs with sleepy eyes and said to Meng Wentian: "You are really boring, how can you ruin the good snow scene?"

Meng Wentian didn't bother to pay attention to her, hurriedly washed his dishes and chopsticks, and then started to do his winter vacation homework.

When Guo Qiulan washed up and came up after breakfast, Meng Wentian had completely completed the last remaining bit of winter vacation homework, and the rest was to read books or find exercise papers by himself.

Seeing him pack up his books, Guo Qiulan sat beside him and asked, "Hey, how was Zhou Yan's rehearsal last night?"