Wang Ying was depressed, the bell used to be very well-behaved, and she was willing to listen to anything.

But tonight, it's so rebellious!

It's all to blame on that Qian Hao, if it weren't for him...... No, you have to guard against him, otherwise the bell will be abducted by him.

Bell is going to become a diva, and that kid is a talent singer......

Although she was cranky, she didn't forget her business, and called Lin Shuhai as soon as she left the company.

Lin Shuhai, the so-called Teacher Lin, is nearly middle-aged, but he is bold, but he still looks like a young man.

He is unique in the music scene, and his lyric style is the same as his life style. It's just too arrogant and arrogant, and it's used to being outspoken, otherwise it will definitely be famous.

Wang Ying still has some ability, dialed the phone, and said euphemistically: "Mr. Lin, your song is very good, our bell wants to be included in the new album." It's just that...... The voice said that the style was too bad, so ......"

"Oh, is that so?" Lin Shuhai raised his thick eyebrows, and said in a somewhat strange voice.

Probably because of anger, Wang Ying rolled her eyes and replied in a low voice: "I heard that the song uses Qian Hao...... Qian Hao? Well, it's a good voice contestant. ”

"Huh, the style doesn't match? A contestant's song? Okay, needless to say, my song is a good song for China. ”

Lin Shuhai was very impatient, and after finishing speaking, he hung up after brushing the ground.

And what he said meant was that the song didn't need to be discussed, and I wouldn't sell it.

Wang Ying listened to it anxiously, this song was asked by Hua Bell. However, it was useless for her to be anxious, and as soon as she wanted to speak, Lin Shuhai hung up the phone.

Lin Shuhai hung up the phone, still indignant in his heart, thinking that Qian Hao was the second generation of the family, looking for someone to write songs, and making a good voice no longer fair.

Thinking like this, he felt bitter when he drank, so he opened Weibo unhappily.

"The Voice is starting to be unfair too? The opening song of the second game, reject me, choose the contestants?

Hehe, if it's Brother Zongren's song, I don't have a word. However, a contestant, I don't believe his songs are better than mine.

It just so happened that my song was going to be a good song program. Although good songs are not as popular as good voices, I still put my words here: after the two songs are released, my songs are not as good as those people, and I will never write songs again. ”

This person is really outspoken, and a Weibo has offended many people. If it is someone else, the first sentence is definitely not to blame a good voice, and in the middle it will not be said that a good song is not as good as a good voice, and in the end, it will not be a pen.

Although it offends people, it is still on fire after all. Also, his reputation is not low in the industry, and his good voice and good songs are very popular.

Naturally, his remarks also became popular.

For example, that Liu Fei jumped out again at this time, talking about him left and right, and vaguely said that Qian Hao was the second generation, and the previous songs were all bought.

However, people who don't know Qian Hao's remarks believe it, and those who know it all laugh and say that Da Liu is stupid again.

Qian Hao didn't know about this.

He stayed in Feiyang Music for two hours, instructed Hua Bell, and said, "It's not too early, Bell, I and the little sister will go first." ”

Hua Bell was fascinated by the song, didn't say anything, waved his hand and continued to sing.

Qian Hao didn't care, greeted Wang Jin, and walked outside the company.

After a while, they returned to the Chang'an Hotel.

It was very late, and Le Zhishan and the others rested. Therefore, after saying a few words, they went back to their rooms to rest.

The next day, Qian Hao got up a little late, probably because he drank a lot of wine yesterday and slept too late.

No, when he went downstairs, everyone was already sitting around, drinking porridge and eating steamed buns.

"Hmm, preserved egg and lean porridge, my favorite!"

He walked into the dining table and saw the porridge and the circle of cakes, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took his seat.

Wang Jin looked funny, and couldn't help but quip: "Slow down, slow down, otherwise the porridge will bite your mouth." ”

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.

Qian Hao buried his head in it, and drank porridge and ate circle cakes wholeheartedly.

After eating a piece of bread, he took out a paper and wiped his mouth, and said with a smile:

"Flowers cannot be without butterflies, mountains cannot be without springs, stones cannot be without moss, water cannot be without algae, trees cannot be without vines, and people cannot be without habits.

Haha, this eating is my big habit. ”

Everyone was still laughing, and when they heard Qian Hao's sophistry, their eyes couldn't help but light up.

And Le Zhishan touched his beard and scolded with a smile: "You, you, you still come up with such a set of words in order to eat." ”

"The teacher is right, starling, you are quibbling." Fan Jun knocked on the bowl and seconded.

Qian Hao stopped talking, buried his head and continued to eat, and after eating, he touched his stomach and said: "It's wrong, it's wrong, actually, what is my fetish...... If there is no beauty of the flower moon, I don't want to give birth to this world; If you don't have Hanmo chess wine, you don't have to be a human body. ”

"Wow, starling said this well!" Fan Jun's eyes lit up and he said first.

Others also lit up and chewed on this sentence.

But at this time, Qian Hao said slowly: "Of course, there is no food, the above is all nonsense." ”

Burst......

For a while, everyone sprayed rice!

Qian Hao didn't know that after he became a great writer, this ordinary breakfast, because of his two paragraphs, successfully left a name in history and became his celebrity anecdote.

"Stop talking about all the jokes, and take you to a poetry meeting today." Le Zhishan secretly wiped his mouth, pretending to be stern and said, "Don't embarrass me, and Tang is drunk, you are not allowed to compose poems!" Alright, let's eat. ”

Qian Hao couldn't cry or laugh, and the teacher actually specially told him not to write poems. Moreover, his expression is so serious!

Poetry will be poetry, what can you do if you don't write poetry?

Originally, he didn't participate, he only knew a thing or two from the articles of the ancients, and he still yearned for it.

Can ...... now

Qian Hao's interest suddenly decreased, but everyone still yearned for it. Especially Fan Jun, clapping his hands and applauding, he also gloated at Qian Hao.

This made Qian Hao even more reluctant, but after eating, Le Zhishan gave an order, and he still had to follow obediently.

The poetry club is not far away, just near Laihong Restaurant, a place called Taoyuan.

When Qian Hao arrived, there were already many people in the park, but most of them were young people.

At this time, Le Zhishan turned around and said to them: "Don't worry, you guys will visit a few people with me first, and then play separately." ”

Qian Hao and the other disciples naturally did not agree, and they all followed Le Zhishan towards the garden.

After a while, they turned a few corners and finally saw a pavilion.

In the pavilion, there were three or five old men, as well as some young Junhiko.

Qian Hao didn't think about it at first, but when he got closer, he couldn't help but look slightly gloomy. Among these people, there is actually a Hanjiang Qing madman. Moreover, this Hanjiang talks and laughs freely, and seems to be very popular.

It was not only Qian Hao whose face sank, but also Wang Jin and others, even Le Zhishan.

However, even so, Le Zhishan still had to walk over with his head.

Naturally, Qian Hao and the others also had to walk over.

ps: Well, there is a third chapter in the evening, which may be a little late~ (To be continued.) )