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After South Vietnam was let in, the gate was closed again, making it difficult to enter.

The two people who were hiding by the wall around the corner came out and looked at some thieves, and their eyes were dripping and turning a few times.

One of them checked his camera, intending to pass on the photos he had just taken, and then try to be the first to break the news.

"Huh?" However, when he saw the photos he had just taken, he was a little confused, "I obviously photographed her?" How did you shoot the wall? ”

Another person came over and saw that the few photos were all green, which was a little strange.

turned to his mobile phone, and sighed that he had fortunately made two preparations.

But when I saw the photos in the album, which were the same as those of my companions, I was completely dumbfounded.

The two looked at each other, strange and frightened.

After all, they are also professional in secretly shooting, and they know very well whether they have photographed people or not.

If it's just that one person didn't shoot well, it can be said to be an accident.

But if both of them are like this, it is a little scary to think about it.

"Hey, the one who broke the South Vietnamese news last time, shouldn't he really shoot anything?"

"Didn't you get pressed down?"

The two fell into a deathly silence, and after standing for a while, the man with the camera gritted his teeth and spoke.

"No matter! Shoot again when she comes out! ”

"What if," asked the guy with the phone, "it still can't be photographed?" ”

This question has not been answered, and the person who asked it is actually very clear in his heart.

If you still can't shoot it on the second attempt, then it means that this one called South Vietnam, no matter what the material is in the future, may not be able to take real hammer photos.

On the other side, Nan Yue was led all the way in, bypassing the other office areas and coming to a recording studio.

Inside are Chu Ye and a middle-aged man, with long hair and a shawl, and a mustache, who look like artists.

"Here," Chu Ye stopped chatting with the man when he saw her, and introduced, "This is our Hongyu's music director, Xue Fan." ”

Nanyue greeted politely: "Hello Mr. Xue, I'm Nanyue." ”

"The timbre is very good, and it should be charming when you sing high notes." Xue Fan grinned, and then motioned to the recording studio inside, "Go inside and get used to it." ”

Chu Ye said: "Your teacher Xue doesn't have much time, you go and try those songs, and we'll talk later." ”

"Okay." After Nanyue got down, he opened the door and entered the recording studio.

By the time she came out again, it was half an hour later.

Xue Fan gave her an approving look, and then left first.

Chu Ye sat on the sofa, looking at her with a calm and calm face, and his eyes showed emotion.

"I finally believe now that when you dance the night dream dance, you are completely learning and dancing."

You can watch the dance twice, and you only need to listen to the song once.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's a genius.

Nan Yue also sat down and smiled: "You also watched that warm-up." ”

"Well, I watched your edited version," Chu Ye nodded, and then asked again, "Which one do you like?" ”

South Vietnam did not hesitate: "The last one." ”

She tried three songs, and the first two melodies were in a brisk and simple style.

Only the last one, like gurgling water, is full of deep meaning.

Hearing her answer, Chu Ye was not surprised, and showed a subtle smile.

"The lyrics and songs of this song are all written by the same person, I have never heard of it before, and I don't know where to find the channel, so I handed it directly to Xue Fan."

"By the way, his name is Chaoyang. Sound familiar? ”

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^