The recording studio is like a giant ship, sailing in the sea.

And Chu River's "The Song" is a lighthouse, illuminating the dark sea.

Liu Zhiqing looked at Chu He blankly, the shock in her heart was indescribable, her beautiful eyes were wide open, although she was only separated from Chu He by a glass window, it seemed to be separated by a thousand mountains.

That annoying little white face instantly became unfamiliar.

The familiar and melodious sound of the conch, is it the song of the ocean that night?

When dawn came that night, in the dark rock pile, was he blowing a conch?

Liu Zhiqing's lips opened slightly, and there was consternation, admiration, and puzzlement in her eyes. No one loves the conch more than she does, and that's when she grew up hearing a loud voice.

Even if he is happy to hear such a conch master, he can't understand Liu Zhiqing's special feelings for conch.

That entrusts my grandmother's love and my entire childhood.

The rest of the people were also very shocked, but the reaction was not as big as Liu Zhiqing's, Chu He's conch skill level 2 was equivalent to the seventh level of the piano, but it was only because of the particularity of the instrument that it attracted attention.

Chu He's skill is probably only half a cut lower than that of Lewen Gao and Shen, and it has not reached the point of shocking the world.

"Wonderful!" When the sound of the conch stopped, he applauded Lewen.

The tuners and staff couldn't help but applaud, they didn't expect Chu He to blow so well, and they weren't even as happy as him.

Chu He put down the conch and exhaled softly.

Outside the window, Liu Zhiqing pursed her lips tightly, her fingers pinched and loosened, and her finger bones turned white.

Her mood is as complicated as the sea, not because she was slapped in the face, but because one of her "dreams" was shattered.

The song of the ocean in the rock pile that night was not as beautiful as the Chu River, but it brought Liu Zhiqing the deepest emotion at first, just like her grandmother came back.

That night was her beautiful dream.

However, the master of the dream seems to be Chu He, and no matter how pleasant it is, that familiar feeling lingers.

"Sister, Chu He is too powerful!" Su Muyan was simple-minded, and now he only cares about clapping his hands and putting on a look like Chu He is so awesome.

Liu Zhiqing sniffed, and her complicated expression quickly turned into a dead lake, as if she didn't care about everything.

It's just that when Chu He opened the door and walked out, Liu Zhiqing clenched her fingers again.

"I ask you, was you blowing a conch that night on the beach?" Liu Zhiqing had the last hope, she didn't know what she was expecting, she didn't want her fantasy object to be Chu He.

"Well, it's me." Chu He nodded in acknowledgement.

At that time, he went to pretend to be invisible, just to earn pleasure points, but he didn't expect Liu Zhiqing to think about it now.

Hearing Chu He's admission, Liu Zhiqing completely let go of her fingers, she didn't know whether she was disappointed or resentful, and silently looked at Chu He for a while.

Chu He looked at her calmly, and at this moment, he seemed to be turning against him.

The arrogance that has been tortured by society for several years should have sunk to the bottom of the water, but now it has just floated up, stubbornly looking up at the sky.

Liu Zhiqing looked at him, and stubbornly refused to look away, like two brute bulls competing, why should I back down?

Almost everyone is aware of the smell of gunpowder in the air, especially the smell of it. He is an uncle in his thirties, and he sees the subtle contradictions and estrangements between Liu Zhiqing and Chu He.

It's just that he didn't know that Chu He was the little white face raised by President Liu, otherwise he would definitely drop his jaw in shock.

Of course, there was another person here who didn't notice the smell of gunpowder, or rather, she was playing dumb.

"Ahh Su Muyan collided with a wild boar and gave Chu He a fist, and the small fist hit Chu He in the stomach.

Chu He's gaze immediately relaxed, and Liu Zhiqing won.

"Chu He, what are you staring at cross-eyed? Teach me how to blow a conch! Su Muyan dragged Chu He to the inner room of the recording studio.

She also didn't forget to tell the staff: "I'll pack it for two hours, 10,000 yuan, do you want to do it?" ”

The staff came back to their senses and smiled, can such a two-handed financier not do it?

"Howler!" The tuner was immediately ready, and Su Muyan tossed for two hours.

Liu Zhiqing sighed in her heart, as if resentful and self-deprecating, and turned to leave.

No one could guess what she was thinking.

Le Yu breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the door and went in to find Chu He: "Mr. Chu, I can get off work." Can you give me my contact information? I have time to contact you, and now I'm going back to accompany my wife. ”

"Contact me? Is there anything inconvenient to say now? Chu He was puzzled.

"No, I also have an identity as the vice president of the Jiangcheng Musical Instrument Association, and I sincerely invite you to join the Musical Instrument Association. Happy to hear is not without excitement, Chu He is a talent for conch performance.

Chu He was not moved after hearing this, mainly because he was a little white face and relatively lazy by nature, so it was not suitable to join the association.

Unexpectedly, Su Muyan agreed to him: "Okay, okay, I know the Jiangcheng Musical Instrument Association, which promotes national musical instruments, I heard that your president has also appeared on CCTV's "Yongle Ceremony", right?" ”

Su Muyan's eyes flashed, she even paid attention to traditional musical instruments.

"Yes, yes, "Yongle Ceremony" is the Spring Festival Gala in our industry, but outsiders rarely pay attention to it, I didn't expect Miss to know it at such a young age." Le Yu Wen was overjoyed, those of them who played traditional musical instruments were actually holding their breath and being suppressed by Western musical instruments.

Someone who likes traditional instruments couldn't be better.

"I've seen it occasionally, it's very good-looking, and I'm the head of Jiangcheng's musical instrument to perform, so I remember it." Su Muyan said livelyly, and then poked Chu He: "If you join, if you have a chance to become famous, Sister Zhiqing will ......"

She said and shut up, after all, there were outsiders.

Chu He was helpless, Su Muyan was also a rich woman she wanted to serve, if she didn't listen to her, she would turn into a little tiger and bite people.

"Then I'll join, but I'll only go to the party when I'm free." Chu He nodded in agreement.

Happy to hear it and laugh, even said okay. He's getting acquainted with strangers, but he's a haha.

Subsequently, Leyi Wen hurried home to eat with his wife, so as not to be beaten.

Chu He was forced by Su Muyan to teach her to blow a conch.

Several staff members were secretly covering their ears because it was too ugly.

Chu He's the sound of the conch, Liu Zhiqing's is the sound of the snail, and Su Muyan's is the Fushou snail, and he eats it to death.

And when the two were playing the Fushou snail, Liu Zhiqing had already returned to the villa.

She didn't do anything else, she walked around the beach, silently looking at the end of the sea and sky.

Walking to the pile of rocks, she stood for a long time, her expression extremely complicated.

It's hard to see a glamorous female president have such an expression, just because of the conch.

When the sun set, Liu Zhiqing also left.

She did not stay at the villa for vacation, but went back to her home in the city.

But there was an extra note on the living room table in the villa, and there were few words on it.

"The conch blows beautifully, I look down on you, you can stay if you want, and you should be friends for a year. From now until today next year – May 5th. ”