Beautiful lies often hurt more than violence, physical wounds can be healed, but inner wounds cannot be cured-

When he opened his eyes again, the light in the room made Xue Zuining's memory forget for a moment, but the unfamiliar environment was familiar and empty.

The man didn't know when he had already left, and after changing his clothes and going downstairs, he found that the driver, Lao Yang, was carrying the suitcase outside, and Xiaoyu saw the confusion in her eyes, and then smiled and looked up and explained, "Mr. is going to the United States on a business trip for half a month, and Uncle Yang is here to prepare Mr. for a salute." ”

"What about others?" Xue Zuining glanced at the huge space, but there was no man.

"Lu Shao has already gone to the company to deal with the things before leaving, and he will meet me at the airport later, if Miss Xue remembers, he may wish to go to the airport with me to see off Mr. later." Lao Yang stopped what he was doing and replied respectfully.

"Xie Lu Xie, I still won't bother you." Xue Zuining nodded to Lao Yang, and when he saw that he didn't say anything more, he got up and walked in the direction of the restaurant.

In the following days, Xue Zuining spent almost all her time in the sound room, and the ending song of "Falling Flowers" "Butterfly" was handed over to her to be responsible, but it was always unsatisfactory to write and change, but the movie that was originally used as a New Year file was released a week earlier because of the tragedy of the whole play, seeing that the premiere was imminent, all kinds of things stacked up made her can't help but get angry, and two acne appeared on her forehead.

"Sister, you almost didn't eat breakfast, I cooked you red bean soup, you can go down and drink a few sips." When Xiaoyu pushed the door open, she saw her sitting in a pile of musical scores, and the pencil in her hand was revising and revising the musical score from time to time.

It wasn't until there were footsteps approaching that Xue Zuining looked up and realized Xiao Yu's existence, she stood up with a chair and sat in front of the piano, "Xiao Yu, I changed the tune, listen to it, is it better than before?" ”

She looked at the new section intently, inspired by Beethoven's "Ode to Joy", but with a faint sadness in "Castle in the Sky".

She tries to lower the tone of the whole piece, so that the notes are transformed into poems of grief and grief for lovers, like the heartbreak of a butterfly folding its wings.

After the song, Xiaoyu couldn't help but applaud excitedly, "Listen to it!" ”

"Really?" Xue Zuining held the score in one hand, his eyes flashed with satisfaction, the song just now did have obvious emotional color, and it was no longer a monotonous rhythm.

Xiao Yu's affirmative look made her almost jump with excitement, "Great, I'll send the revised score over now." ”

Outside the recording studio, Heng Yuan, the music director of "Falling Flowers", listened to the music from the headphones, and stopped abruptly, but he was still unsatisfied.

"Interested in joining my studio?" He handed out a business card, "You do have talent, don't bury it." ”

"In ancient times, there was a Bole Xiangma, and the daughter bought it, which is enough to see that it is indeed difficult to find a sound." Xue Zuining took the business card with a smile, "It's just that I don't seem to be qualified to take risks." "If she devotes herself to music production, if she fails, she is afraid that God will close two windows for herself at the same time, and she has no capital to challenge the future.

Heng Yuan glanced at her confident but timid, and smiled relievedly, "If you change your mind, please feel free to come to me." ”

"Definitely!" Xue Zuining shook hands with him in a friendly manner, "See you at the premiere." ”

"See you next Thursday!"

The moment she walked out of the recording studio, the sunlight in the room filled the huge space, Xue Zuining raised her head in the bright light, raised her hand, and spread her five fingers, such a distance seemed to give her a glimpse of the distance in the future......

++++ The unprecedented investment and production team of "Falling Flowers" has undoubtedly become the finale of Shengtian Media this year, and this has become a reason for the media to chase such a masterpiece but choose Xue Zuining, who has no basic background, as the heroine.

"Did I make you nervous?" At the moment when the magnesium light was on, Xu Ze turned his head and whispered in her ear, his eyes were even more hazy admiration, just for a moment, all the focus was on the two of them.

Xue Zuining glanced at his hand in the crook of the man's arm, "Is there one?" As he spoke, he wanted to stand away from the man beside him.

Xu Ze quietly stopped her, "What the company needs is this effect, otherwise this premiere will be meaningless." ”

"Do you know that sometimes the vagueness of the imminent separation is the most attractive material in the media's pen." Xue Zuining's eyes swept over the man who was walking in his direction, and he raised his head and smiled faintly.

"Hengyuan?" Xu Ze didn't expect such a low-key person to appear here in a high-profile manner, but he was really surprised.

"Long time no see, two." Heng Yuan smiled politely at Xue Zuining, and raised his elbow and landed on the man's chest, "Good boy, the last time Chong Guan was angry and red-faced was not enough of a sensation!" ”

"You know?" Xue Zuining looked at them, but saw two big men looking at each other and smiling.

"Why don't you know! Everyone in the circle knows that the songs this kid has sung are basically from my hands, so naturally there is some friendship. Heng Yuan squeezed his eyes at him, but said to her, "If this kid hadn't specially mentioned you to me, how would I have handed over that ending song to you to try, you don't know how to do it, when you handed me your work for the first time, I was so angry that I called this kid to complain, and I wondered if this person was carried away by love, and he dared to brag to me about such a level?" ”

"Hey, the more you listen to this, the more you look down on people!" Xu Ze interrupted angrily, but heard the man continue without paying attention.

"Miss Xue, don't get me wrong, I'm not ridiculing anyone, no matter what unpleasantness has happened, you still make me have to be impressed." The song "Butterfly" has changed a lot, Hengyuan, who has always regarded himself as a high man, admires the woman in front of him very much, and also understands why this man wants her to get out of the showbiz, indeed, it is not easy to get out of the mud in such an environment.

Xue Zuining smiled relievedly at the conversation between the two men, "Thank you." ”

“…… Dreams turn back a thousand times, the song is gone, wait for happiness, fall into the butterfly ......"

Hengyuan's lyrics will always bring the coolness and sadness of his ancient rhyme, and the singer's melodious and tactful singing voice made Xue Zuining lose his mind for a moment, and the song ended, when the authoritative music producer announced on the spot that "Butterfly" was officially renamed "Falling in the Butterfly" and announced the identity of the composer behind the scenes, she was the first to shake the entire entertainment industry with music production!

After the press conference, Xue Zuining in the lounge couldn't wait to dial Xue's mother's mobile phone before she even had time to remove her makeup, but the eternal busy sound on the phone made the joy in her heart quietly cool down, she took a look, the time was just past eleven o'clock, and the operation was scheduled for three o'clock in the afternoon, how could no one answer the phone?

When Lu Huaining received a call from his secretary, it was early in the morning.

"Mr. Lu, something happened, the patient went into shock due to overdose of anesthesia during the operation, and it was too late when the doctor found out that it was abnormal, and the operation failed. And the nurse found a syringe with narcotics in the patient's restroom. Yang Qiong's heavy voice was like a sentence, completely shocking the tranquility of the night.