Han Guanhai looked at Ye Leiyang and said with a smile: "Writer Ye, is this character written for someone?" ”

Ye Leiyang was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "No, I just wrote it casually." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Really?" Han Guanhai glanced at Ye Leiyang meaningfully: "But how do I think that your words are talking about a person." ”

Ye Leiyang frowned, in fact, if the guess in his heart was wrong, the two of them chatting like this now actually had a bit of a shallow meaning in it, after all, they had only known each other for a long time, and in fact, they had met a few times, and Han Guanhai said this to himself, which was a little inappropriate.

But if your guess is true, and people say so, you really can't refute anything.

Then you just admit it?

Ye Leiyang is obviously not a person who admits defeat so easily, so he smiled and said: "I just write a random word, the Book of Poetry is the essence of our country's traditional culture, and these words are relatively famous, I just write casually, don't think too much." ”

Han Guanhai laughed: "I didn't think too much, Writer Ye, you are in such a hurry to explain what to do." ”

"Where I have an explanation, I'm just stating the facts."

"And what about this painting?"

"What to do, what to do, what's my business." After saying this, Ye Leiyang picked up his coat and said to Han Guanhai, "I'll leave first if it's okay, there are a lot of things going on today." ”

Han Guanhai looked at the back of Ye Leiyang leaving in a hurry, and after thinking about it, he suddenly laughed evilly, took out his mobile phone to turn on the photo function, and took a photo.

After the shooting, Han Guanhai laughed and said: "Dear sister, whether you can be happy in the future depends on yourself, as an elder brother, I can only help here." ”

After speaking, he picked up the painting and left the room directly.

First of all, Ye Leiyang is sure that he is not a person who likes to be in the limelight, and secondly, he doesn't think that he needs to stand in front of the stage like other public figures, because he feels that doing so is a bit grandiose, but life is life, sometimes it's not whether you want to do it or not, but whether you don't want to do it.

Many times Ye Leiyang is thinking about whether to forget it, in fact, there is no need to do things that he doesn't want to do, the world is so big, there is a place where he can eat and wait for death.

But whenever this kind of thought came to his mind, Ye Leiyang felt very unwilling.

After all, I am a reborn person, and if I still can't achieve anything in my life, this feeling is too bad.

Ye Leiyang sat in the audience under the stage, watching the artists who had finished the rehearsal retreat to the backstage one after another, and now it was time to eat.

The staff of the venue gathered around and waited for takeout, and the clouds in the sky were very white and blue, like marshmallows.

Someone on stage is still putting the finishing touches on making sure the lights and sound are working properly at night.

In fact, this kind of song will not have a high degree of attention among the audiences of the two countries, and the things that spend so much money every year to get up still have a bit of an official flavor to put it bluntly.

Naturally, the official is not like the people, they will not care about the income of this kind of small concert, and the real situation is true, whether it is in China or South Korea, most of the tickets for the Sino-Korean song will be sent out for internal digestion.

The venue was open-air, and it was empty as far as the eye could see, only Ye Leiyang was sitting there.

The concert is about to start.

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Ye Leiyang stood in front of the mirror and sorted out the neat suit on his body, this is the clothes that Qian Wenhua just sent, the cut is very decent, you don't have to think about it to know that it must be from a famous person.

There was a hustle and bustle outside, the concert was in full swing, and the cheers of the audience came from time to time.

Most of the artists who came this time were well-known among young people, so they naturally received a lot of attention.

Ye Leiyang, whether in his previous life or in this life, is accustomed to being a behind-the-scenes worker silently, paying attention to self-cultivation, reading and writing requires quietness, and he has no experience in appearing on such occasions.

It's certainly false to say that you're not nervous at all, but to say that there is, it's actually just a little bit.

"Old Qian is unwell, Writer Ye, as his disciple, took the stage to present words on behalf of his old man, it has been hard work." An official from the South Korean Ministry of Culture said politely to Ye Leiyang.

Ye Leiyang smiled bitterly and nodded: "The master's fate is difficult to disobey, and I am honestly afraid." ”

In fact, the moment he learned the news from Han Guanhai's mouth, Ye Leiyang had already guessed that Old Man Qian was not unwell at all, but just to find an excuse to push himself to the forefront.

The ghost believes that the old man who plays Tai Chi for an hour every morning and insists on teaching students when he has nothing to do will have something to do.

Of course, Ye Leiyang's idea is also thinking about it in his heart, he still remembers the conversation between Qian Wenhua and himself before he came, since the old man is thinking about himself, then Ye Leiyang will not disobey his kindness.

There was a knock on the door, and the staff came in and said, "Mr. Ye, you can go to the backstage and standby." ”

Ye Leiyang nodded, got up and walked out of the lounge.

The concert has come to an end, and all the participants are standing on the stage, with a domestic artist and an artist from South Korea acting as hosts.

After the domestic artist emotionally said something like the friendship between China and South Korea according to the script, he entered the theme: "Then at the end of this unforgettable concert, we are fortunate to invite Mr. Ye Leiyang, a famous young writer in China, to give us a word on stage." ”

Applause rang out.

People turned their heads to look.

Ye Leiyang was dressed up by professional stylist Jin Xing, his bangs were shaped to reveal his forehead, and his face was smeared with some powder and face cream that I don't know what it was, but it was really a little whiter.

The four treasures of the study have been set up in front of the stage.

Ye Leiyang bowed slightly to the audience, and then walked to the desk.

"And such a handsome writer?" Some audience members in the audience sighed slightly, and then raised their cameras one after another.

Dipped in ink, Ye Leiyang leaned over to inscribe.

The friendship between China and the ROK has lasted for a long time, and this has long been set in the Taiwan script.

When Ye Leiyang finished writing, his own staff held the words high and reflected them on the big screen.

"Good word."

A certain big man in the audience sighed.

Applause ensued.

Ye Leiyang stood there quietly, he was still thinking that from today onwards, he might not be able to live a quiet life anymore.

I always feel a little reluctant, but there is no other way, who makes his foundation too shallow.

He ignored the applause and cheers.

He also ignored that someone was staring at him.

This is regrettable.

But it is only a very small and insignificant regret among the countless regrets in life. (To be continued.) )