This mentor's name is Wen Yu, who is older and an artist.

The program team invited him to sit in town, and he was much more tolerant of these young people than Xi Nancheng.

Meng Fu is a major attraction of the show, and the rumors about her are far more known inside the show than on the Internet.

In a talent show, there was a trainee who didn't even know the score.

For her impression, Wen Yu had a little change last time, and felt that she was still a talent that could be created.

Can ...... now

Wen Yu looked at the words on the white paper, his posture was horizontal, the iron painted silver hook, unrestrained at all, at first glance, it was written by a person with a very deep foundation, looking at the words like looking at people, this word is really beautiful to the extreme.

Wen Yu is good at studying calligraphy and painting, and he is ashamed of the word Meng Fu.

Just looking at these words, they are almost two images from the short-sighted and uneducated one Wen Yu saw in the show before.

Wen Yu was surprised.

"Teacher Wen?" Xi Nancheng was thinking about Ye Shuning's question, and when he walked to the door, he found that Wen Yu hadn't followed.

Wen Yu was a little reluctant, so he withdrew his gaze, took two steps forward, and said in surprise: "I just found out that Meng Fu's handwriting is very beautiful, you go and take a look." ”

"Words?" Xi Nancheng glanced at the table and smiled, "Teacher Wen, maybe you can take a look at Ye Shuning's handwriting, she won the second prize in calligraphy, but she never talked about it in the show." When you see her handwriting, you know that some of the characters are not calligraphy. ”

The whole show is for the sake of frying Ye Shuning alone, keeping Ye Shuning hot every once in a while.

Listening to Xi Nancheng's words, Wen Yu paused: "Nancheng, you are too prejudiced against Meng Fu. ”

Xi Nancheng smiled and didn't explain, "Teacher Wen, I still have something." ”

Everyone else is practicing dance, only she is writing, Xi Nancheng is used to seeing this kind of trick in the circle.

Xi Nancheng also had to discuss with the director to invite Ye Shuning to a private teacher, greeted Wen Yu, and left directly, without looking at the paper on the table.

**

Toilet.

Meng Fu leaned against the door, stuffed the earphones in one hand and put them in his ears, unscrewed the faucet with the other, and washed off the shallow black marks on his hands, "Sister Zhao? ”

It was Zhao Fan who called her.

"You find a time to come out at night, six o'clock," Zhao Fan should still be in the company, and his voice was a little small, "Brother Su is back, remember, you must not be late." ”

Meng Fu leaned against the sink and began to slowly wash his other hand: "What's the matter, we still have to rehearse at night." ”

She knew that Brother Su in Zhao Fan's mouth was her assistant.

To be precise, the cloud assistant who only lives in the mouth of a female reporter and Zhao Fan.

In the month after following the female reporter, Meng Fu did not see anyone once.

Of course, Meng Fu didn't understand, why Zhao Fantang was an agent and called an assistant "Brother Su"?

"You haven't always wanted to find a vocal teacher, I told Brother Su a few days ago and asked him to help you find one, he just came back today, he should have helped you find a teacher," Zhao Fan pressed his mobile phone with his hand and said, "You remember, I will pick you up at five o'clock in the afternoon." ”

Zhao Fan hung up the phone.

Meng Fu took out a piece of paper from the side of his hand, wiped his hands dry, and then went to Tang Ze to ask for leave.

Although Tang Ze was a little surprised, he didn't embarrass her.

Meng Fu is a little special in the entire program group, others including Ye Shuning have never left the program group during the training period, but Meng Fu is an exception, he can come when he wants, he can leave when he wants, and he rarely lived in the program group during that time before.

Even the director acquiesced to this.

Tang Ze sometimes suspected that Meng Fu had an extremely large backstage.

Xi Nancheng came over from the other side, just in time to see the back of Meng Fu leaving Tang Ze's office.

"Why did she come to Teacher Tang?" Xi Nancheng glanced at Meng Fu's back and asked the staff.

The staff paused, "Excuse me, it seems to be going to ......"

Xi Nancheng raised his hand directly and said lightly: "Don't talk about her." ”

**

Meanwhile.

T-City.

An old restaurant in the old street, overflowing with the fragrance of tea.

On the second floor, near the window, the old man sitting on the chair played the erhu extremely elegantly, and the girl next to him sang in a low voice.

It seems to take people into the illusion of another world.

Not long after, Zhao Fan came in with Meng Fu.

When he arrived on the second floor, Zhao Fan looked around, asked the waiter, determined a box, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Soon, the word "enter" came from inside.

Zhao Fan glanced at Meng Fu and immediately pushed the door in.

The box was not big, and there seemed to be sandalwood burning inside, wisps by wisp, which calmed Zhao Fan's originally nervous heart slightly.

Meng Fu kept his head down and played with his mobile phone, his expression was lazy and lazy, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be hooked.

Smelling this sandalwood, she couldn't help but raise her head.

At a glance, I saw the man standing by the window.

The other party was wearing a clean white thread coat, clean and smooth, and his posture was elegant, like green bamboo.

"Brother Su." Zhao Fan lowered his voice and spoke.

Su Cheng turned around, Meng Fu saw that he was still holding a teacup in his hand, his bony hand reflected the cyan teacup, which became more and more white and slender, cold and jade-like, he put down the teacup, raised his head slightly, and the light blurred his outline: "Sit first, people will arrive soon." ”

The voice is calm, like a clear stream in the starlight of a cold night.

Meng Fu dragged away a chair and sat down, rubbing his ears with his hands, this sound is really good.

She just sat down.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Zhao Fan immediately stood up, "It should be the teacher who is here!" ”

She went straight to open the door.

Outside was a middle-aged man, who followed Zhao Fan in, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Su that Old Chen said?" ”

"Hello," Su Cheng paused on Meng Fu's face, Fu'er looked at the middle-aged man, and raised his hand to make a pot of tea refilled, "Did Old Chen say that I was looking for you something?" ”

Middle-aged man with his head bowed.

Su Cheng poured a pot of tea again, and Zhao Fan hurriedly explained the basic situation of Meng Fu to the middle-aged man.

"You say it's her?" Only then did the middle-aged man understand the reason and set his eyes on Meng Fu.

Zhao Fan nodded, "It's her, teacher, what do you think?" ”

The middle-aged man frowned, he glanced at Meng Fu, thought for a while, and still shook his head, "I'm sorry, I've already accepted a student this afternoon." ”

If it was in the past, the person introduced by Chen Lao, he would not easily refuse.

But this time it was different, the student in the afternoon was introduced to him by Xi Nancheng, and when Zhao Fan said it just now, he also introduced the fact that Meng Fu didn't know any music theory, which made him almost wonder if Zhao Fan was here to smash the field.

Choose one of the two, and you don't need to think about it at all.

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It's still the flower of the ticket~~