One hundred and seventeen. Hug, hug

Da Le raised his head and met Li Yingjun's face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

This face is angular, in the words of the storyteller, the nose is like a hanging gall, the eyes are like a star, what a handsome character - but this face is now in a state of stupidity.

"Dad."

No response.

Da Le's face sank: "Dad, how is it?" ā€

Still no response.

The book "snapped" and fell over, just hitting Li Yingjun's face: "It's good to hear you give a word!" ā€

If Li Yingjun didn't react again, he would probably be sent to the hospital, but fortunately, he came back to his senses.

"Ah, it hurts me." The bridge of the nose was hit by the side of the book, and it was very sore, and Li Yingjun's eyes immediately moistened.

"What? Da Le, what do you ask? ā€

Dale turned from anger to sadness: "Dad, you have been distracted, sure enough...... Still doesn't sound good, right? ā€

Li Yingjun understood, leaned forward, and rubbed Da Le's head: "Silly boy, Dad hears God." It's so good, is this a new song that your brother Haizi wrote for you? ā€

Da Le's expression was a little embarrassed: "Really? You don't lie to me? Does it really sound good? ā€

"Hmm." Li Yingjun nodded, a little confused, and said while flipping through the notebook: "The bangs style is quite diverse, and it is not the same as the previous ones." ā€

"The ......"

"Huh?" Li Yingjun's eyes widened.

The notebook is obviously Da Le's handwriting, scribbling and altering the lyrics just now, and there are many ghost drawings - that is, music scores that Li Yingjun doesn't know.

"Wow!" Da Le was anxious: "Don't look at it, don't look at it!" ā€

Li Yingjun couldn't believe his eyes: "Da Da Da Le, this is what you wrote?" ā€

"Don't look at it...... This time it's embarrassing, it's a big deal......" Dale muttered in a low voice.

"What's this called shame?" Li Yingjun looked carefully, and then his nose was sour again. Around the sentence "There is a person who can make the night sky as bright as the sun", a very scribbled little person was drawn, facing a big sun, the sun has a nose and eyes, it looks very silly, and there are two small words next to it: "Dad".

Li Yingjun coughed twice.

Old. Recently, it has become easier and easier to be moved.

Da Le rubbed his nose: "Tell you, I took care of you because you were in a bad mood recently, so I let you listen first, but...... Don't praise me just because I wrote it, I don't appreciate it. ā€

"Silly ......" Li Yingjun took Da Le's head into his arms: "Da Le, you are ...... Thank you. ā€

The door opened.

Li Yingjun didn't know Da Le, anyway, his heart jumped to his throat all of a sudden, there was a feeling of fire burning on his face and ears, his eyes had a feeling of not daring to look at people, and his hands and feet had a feeling of not knowing where to put it.

It was Wule who came in.

"Where's the food?"

Da Le just broke free of his head, blushed and asked angrily, "Who told you that there is food here!" ā€

"Sister Gao Lu said, she said that you came here secretly, you must have bought delicious food and wanted to hide it from me."

Li Yingjun said in his heart: "This death is high. ā€

Wule squeezed Da Le away, climbed into Li Yingjun's arms, and said, "I want my father to hug me too." ā€

"Okay, good Wule." Li Yingjun glanced at Wule, and then looked at Dale.

Da Le looked out of the window without saying a word, and after a while, he took out a few pieces of candy from his pocket, put them in Wule's hand, and said viciously: "No one is allowed to say anything about what happened just now, or I won't give you anything delicious!" ā€

Wule blinked: "What happened just now?" ā€

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In today's entertainment industry, if anyone can't write a song or something by themselves, they are embarrassed to tell others that they are powerful singers, even if they are idol singers, they often use which song in it is composed by themselves to advertise, to show that it is not a vase that can simply sing - it is still a creative vase.

So when Li Yingjun took this lyrics and music - of course, it was a neat copy of the lyrics and songs, and brought it to Liu Hai and others, it was obvious that they were also as shocked as Li Yingjun, and when Liu Hai roughly used the guitar to go through it, everyone was overjoyed.

Dale didn't come, and it was said that he was embarrassed.

Liu Hai said: "Brother Da Le, there is spirituality." ā€

Gao Lu said: "Aren't we having another signboard?" ā€

Li Yingjun nodded: "You guys make arrangements, especially Xiaoren, and see if you can insert it into your settings." ā€

Li Zhengren said: "Uncle, this passage is actually written by Dale deliberately imitating the style and plot of the previous songs, and it can be seen that he has a very deep understanding of the main story line I said." It's no problem to adopt it right away, and I think of the scene right away if I need to. ā€

Li Yingjun thought for a while: "Aren't you still thinking about wireless?" ā€

"It's okay, it's not very busy." Li Zhengren scratched his head: "However, uncle, in fact, you should think about whether the effect will be good if the singles of the five people are released in one place." I think fans would also like to see FE tunes again, instead of always being a one-man single. ā€

"Good!"

Li Yingjun suddenly shouted.

"What are you doing, uncle, my heart is very fragile when I was shocked." The heart is not necessarily fragile, but Gao Lu is really exaggerated, his eyes are round, and he is still caressing his chest like Xi Shi.

"Xiaoren said it well!" Li Yingjun sighed: "Recently, it seems that I have been doing a good job of making a personal single, but I haven't looked at the big picture, Xiaoren's question is very sharp." All of us here should learn from him, and if there is anything wrong, we should speak out immediately, so that it will be an efficient group. ā€

Bangs said: "That's right, I've been making singles lately, and I've completely forgotten about the group." ā€

"That's the noise." Li Yingjun frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly waved his hand: "Xiaoren stopped the idea of wireless, just an advertisement, and it can't affect our company's development strategy." Gao Lu, you will terminate the operation of the wireless group tomorrow, save the data for later use, and all the manpower will immediately devote themselves to the lyrics and songs of Da Le, and Gao Lu will prepare a propaganda strategy. ā€

"It's a pity." Gao Lu waved his hand: "It's a pity for me to move, I don't have the fate to wait for such a fitting advertising song." ā€

Li Yingjun pondered for a while: "Liu Hai, you still prepare the soundtrack, you are a professional, if there is any problem, try to call the big music, discuss it together and revise it later, and teach him more - also, you are a professional, help me see which music school has any good composers." ā€

"Uncle wants Da Le to learn this?" Bangs was a little surprised: "Actually, for the combination, such a thing can be done occasionally, and it's very tiring to learn this." ā€

"If Da Le has the interest and talent in this area, I still have to cultivate him through a more formal way." Li Yingjun smiled: "You are also a graduate of the Conservatory of Music, although there are times when you are down, but once you get up, whether the basic skills will help you now I think you know best." ā€

"Okay." Liu Hai nodded: "Uncle Li, let me help you ask, you must let Da Le follow a first-class famous teacher." ā€

Li Zhengren blinked and listened to them: "Uncle, it's not fair, Da Le's words are also very good, why don't you let him study literature......"

Li Yingjun walked up to Li Zhengren, sighed, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's too tiring to engage in literature, it's not easy, there are living examples in front of you." ā€

"Uncle......" Li Zhengren was poked in the sore spot, turned around and looked at Gao Lu pitifully for comfort.

Gao Lu also patted Li Zhengren on the shoulder: "Xiaoren, what the uncle said is right, I was embarrassed to say it after thinking about it a few times, so I took this opportunity today to say it." Gao Lu suddenly pinched Li Zhengren's faces on both sides: "Your servant street book is a eunuch, a eunuch, a eunuch!" ā€

"Don't, don't, don't!" Li Zhengren wanted to shake his head, but his face would hurt even more, so he had to look at Gao Lu firmly and shout.

Li Yingjun said: "Gao Lu, don't force him, man, a little hobby is right." ā€

"I'm not good at that career." Li Zhengren had already flashed into the corner, squatting there with two fingers poking and poking.

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For the following group of people, it is not too much to say that the policy of Feiyu's top management is "changing the order overnight", but it is convenient for small groups to fight, and there are so many people in total, and they will be put into another one immediately after withdrawing from this project.

Li Yingjun also held a song naming activity within the company, evaluating the first, second and third prizes and participation awards, and each participant was given a shopping coupon of 500 yuan, the third prize was 1,000 yuan, the second prize was 2,000 yuan, and the first prize song title was accepted, and the reward was 5,000 yuan. In fact, it is a disguised relaxation, take everyone to play together and send some money by the way, the company is happy from top to bottom, and everyone actively wrote a song title and threw it into the collection box.

In the end, Li Baoan was selected with a concise name - "start" the bird's screen, and the company also held an award ceremony like a decent, when interviewing Li Baoan why he thought of this name, the honest Li Baoan touched his head and smiled: "It's nothing, in fact, I can't read, these two words do know, it is the word under the button of the monitoring device at the door, look at the lyrics, I picked it out......"

Everyone in the room rolled their eyes together.

This side is "activated", Gao Lu is not idle there, she is looking at Li Yingjun nervously, Li Yingjun is holding her propaganda strategy in her hand.

"Okay." Li Yingjun said.

Colus breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good."

Gao Lu was overjoyed.

"Very good!"

"Huh? Uncle, are you alright? "It's rare for Li Yingjun to praise Gao Lu like this, and there is every reason to suspect that he has a fever.

Li Yingjun frowned again: "But it's ......"

"Huh?" Although he frowned and expressed his dissatisfaction, so that he was as handsome as usual Li Yingjun, Gao Lu was still a little disappointed: "Is there anything that needs to be modified?" ā€

Li Yingjun shook his head: "There is no way to modify it, it has already passed." I mean, if you come up with this strategy a day earlier, you can do it a day earlier, or even the first MV. ā€