Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

The shooting lasted for three hours, and the photographers of the photography agency finally caught an opportunity to shoot a big star, and they couldn't wait to shoot all the memory cards in the camera.

Leng Youyou cooperated without complaints, and Zhou Lin felt tired when he saw her pose so many times.

Everyone also secretly praised it, worthy of being a big star, and there is no one with this work attitude.

Finally finished filming, Feng Yue and the others excitedly ran back to the club to do the post-production, and vowed that everyone would do it all night and would be able to come up with a finished film the next day.

When night fell, he lay on the sofa in the large living room downstairs and lazily, and after taking a sip of the instant coffee brewed by Zhou Lin, he frowned and said: "I said that you live in such a big house, can't you buy a better coffee machine, and actually entertain me with instant coffee, it's too unusual!"

Zhou Lin scratched his head and said, "I think instant coffee is relatively simple, and the taste is okay." ”

"What are you doing, what's the difference between this and the smell of brushing pot water?" Leng Youyou rolled his eyes.

Zhou Lin said in his heart, Have you ever drunk the brush pot water? But this question was wisely left in his stomach.

complained about the taste of instant coffee in his mouth, but Leng Youyou still drank the coffee, and then said: "I also took the photo, and the agent Sister Zhang also asked her to prepare the contract." Now it's time for you to sing for me, right?"

Zhou Lin said: "Thank you so much." ”

When Leng Youyou called the agent, Zhou Lin was next to him, and he clearly heard the agent's thunderous anger, thinking that Leng Youyou had been deceived.

Zhou Lin estimated that if it weren't for Leng Youyou's insistence, that agent Sister Zhang would have rushed to Songjiang immediately and hacked him to death!

"Say thank you less, give the song!" Leng Youyou held out his hand.

Zhou Lin said helplessly: "You haven't said what type of song you want." ”

Leng Youyou raised his eyes to the ceiling. After looking at it for a few seconds, he said, "First song, I want Huafeng." ”

Zhou Lin nodded, took the blank paper that had been prepared a long time ago, and wrote it down.

Leng Youyou said a little curiously: "What do I want, what can you get?"

Zhou Lin wanted to answer that he was a small pocket of Doraemon and had everything in it. But remembering that there was no more Aemon in this life, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Probably." ”

Leng Yu Yu is a little angry.

She read music at the age of four, wrote her first song at the age of six, got the first copyright fee in her life at the age of ten with a submitted song, formed a band at the age of thirteen, debuted at the age of fifteen, became a big star known to the world at the age of seventeen, and now she is just twenty years old, known for her talent. There is no one in the world who doesn't know that she can write songs. There is no one who does not know that the songs she writes are nice and beautiful.

There have always been only others who envy her talent, desire her talent, favor her talent, and envy her talent.

But this time, the emotions of envy, longing, favor and jealousy were actually transferred to herself. She saw Zhou Lin writing strings of notes and words on the paper, and her heart was full of joy.

Yes. Joy.

It's like the last woman on earth suddenly meets the last man on earth, like a traveler in the desert who suddenly finds an oasis. It's like a lonely person suddenly discovering that there is a soulmate in the world, just like a baby looking in the mirror for the first time and finding that there is a self inside.

Sympathy, probably these four words can best describe Leng Youyou's mood at the moment.

Zhou Lin quickly finished writing the first song and handed it over.

Leng Youyou picked it up and took a look, the title of the song is four words: "Fireworks are easy to cold".

I don't know why, I just read the title of the song. There is a kind of loneliness and sadness that rises from the bottom of my heart.

The fireworks were so brief that they were brilliant in an instant, and then they disappeared across the sky and turned into cold residue. Such an image has been reflected in the pen of many songwriters, and there are too many adjectives of all kinds. It doesn't seem to be much new to write.

Leng Youyou knew that Zhou Lin couldn't be the same as others, otherwise it would be impossible to write "Wild Son", "Dream Chasing Pure Heart", "Once Upon a Time", "Blue and White Porcelain", and Tian Zhenzhen's fascination, she couldn't help but look down, wanting to see what fresh tricks Zhou Lin could write.

"The sound of prosperity, escaped into the empty door, tormented the world,

The dream is cold, tossing and turning for a lifetime, and there are a few love debts,

If you acquiesce, life and death wither, etc.,

Waiting for a circle, another circle of rings......"

In the first paragraph, Leng Youyou was shocked.

"Is this a story?" Leng Youyou asked subconsciously.

Zhou Lin nodded and said leisurely: "Yang Xuanzhi of the Northern Wei Dynasty wrote a "Luoyang Jialan Ji", which describes Luoyang City, the thousand-year-old capital that collapsed after being extremely prosperous. This story is about a royal general in Luoyang City who met a woman by fate, and the two fell in love at first sight and made a private decision for life. The general was requisitioned by the imperial court to fight on the border, and the two were separated. In the years of war and chaos, the imperial capital Luoyang fell into ruins and dilapidated, the woman waited for the general for many years, and finally fell into the nun, and so the general returned from the wind and frost to find the woman monk in the ancient temple of Jialan, but she had already passed away. The general was told that there was a woman waiting for him all the time. ”

Leng Youyou nodded thoughtfully and continued to look down. With the background of the story, concrete scenes appeared in front of her eyes.

"Futu Tower, how many layers are broken, whose soul is broken,

Pain went straight to it, a broken lamp, a collapsed mountain gate,

Let me wait a little longer, history turns,

Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play a guzheng ......"

The ancient Buddha of the green lantern, the broken mountain gate, the lonely mountain forest, the collapsed ancient city, a general, a beloved, gathering and scattering, death and life, a turn, is a lifetime.

The three thousand green silks that the beloved man shed, the lonely long night of the general's battle, will the thoughts be transmitted between the Buddhist temple and the battlefield?

"It's raining, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep,

I've heard that you're always alone,

The mottled gates, entrenched in the roots of old trees,

The slate reverberates and waits.

The rain is coming, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep,

I have heard that thou art still guarding the lonely city,

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village,

Fate is our ......"

It was drizzling, the vegetation was flourishing, and the mottled gates, the destroyed walls, and the lonely figure that had been waiting for a long time could be seen in the grass.

The old street bluestone, the outskirts of the hometown, the sound of the shepherd's flute, the deserted countryside and wild village, one by one images surged, so that Leng Youyou involuntarily rose a chill, like the incarnation of the poor lover who stood in the rain and looked into the distance, missing his lover but unable to see him.

"Listen to youth, usher in laughter, envy many people,

The annals of history are gentle and unwilling, and the pen is too ruthless.

Fireworks are easy to cold, personnel are easy to divide,

And you're asking me if it's back, seriously.

Thousands of years later, the love of the world is deep, who else is waiting,

And Qingshi, how can it not be true, Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are following, you have passed through the door in your previous life,

Follow the red dust and follow me, wandering all your life......"

After reading a song, I burst into tears and couldn't cry.

Zhou Lin didn't comfort her, because when he heard this song for the first time, he almost cried.

Fireworks are easy to cold, personnel are easy to divide, every time he hears these eight words, he wants to drink a pot of wine, smoke a cigarette, and pay tribute to a piece of the past.

PS.5.15 "The starting point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters!(To be continued.) )