Although the customer service team and operation and maintenance engineers are a little emotional, traffic means salary, overtime represents salary, and everyone is happy when they think of overtime pay. It's painful and happy.

I'm very happy to see these celebrities doing trouble, but why do they like to make trouble in the middle of the night!

What the hell is used to!

In the space, Fang Zhao played a song, thanked him, and left quickly. It's not his show, he's going to have to leave the stage for the band invited tonight.

However, now the band is under a lot of pressure, and they feel that they are shooting themselves in the foot.

What Fang Zhao's strength was before his training, they didn't have a clear idea, and everyone didn't know what his level was after training, but now, they were clear.

"I knew he was strong, but I didn't expect to be like this!"

"The kind of strength that can only be felt deeply at close range."

"I can only execute plan B."

They had thought about it before, if Fang Zhao's performance was unsatisfactory, they would implement plan A, and be a little restrained during the performance to save Fang Zhao's face, but if Fang Zhao was too powerful, they would implement plan B to save their own face. Obviously, now only Plan B.

"In the future, I'll communicate with him in private."

"When is Fang Zhao's graduation concert? Where will it be held? Let's get a few tickets to listen to it live, their final concert works may not all be public. ”

Everyone in the band still has strength, coupled with the pressure exerted by Fang Zhao in front, several people can be said to have played extraordinarily, and the atmosphere in the venue has also been brought hot, but the influence brought by Fang Zhao has not faded away.

Nati Woods didn't care about anything else at this time, he said that he would ensure Fang Zhao's safety, and he would block entertainment and all kinds of troubles, and he did it, and after arranging the signatures of some customers, he let people take Fang Zhao upstairs to rest. After all, Fang Zhao was in retreat for more than ten hours today, and he didn't have time to rest for the performance at zero o'clock, so he should be tired now.

"Sleep well, don't worry about things here, I won't let people disturb you." After Nati Woods summoned Fang upstairs, he hurried to deal with things, and he was not destined to be peaceful tonight, so he had already received several phone calls after going upstairs for a while.

Fang Zhao's commercial value is coveted by many people, and some of Nati Woods' partners or relatives and friends also inquired about the situation with him at this time, and a music variety show that cooperated with Nati Woods also found Nati Woods here, asking if Fang Zhao could be pulled into this variety show, and the appearance fee was negotiable.

In this regard, Nanti Woods asked Fang Zhao, but Fang Zhao refused, he was still in his further study, and he didn't want to be distracted to participate in too many commercial activities or variety shows.

Of course, Nanti Woods also understood that Fang Zhao was just returning his favor today, otherwise he would not have shown up in the store at such a time. What kind of traffic and topics does Fang Zhao lack?

Zuo Yu didn't plan to sleep tonight, he just glanced at the street downstairs from the window, there were a lot of entertainment squatters outside, and he didn't know how many people were mixed in the space store downstairs, he had to ensure Fang Zhao's safety, the person sent by Nati Woods was an outsider after all, and he, a genuine bodyguard, couldn't be left behind.

When he was guarding the door of the room, Zuo Yu swiped the online news again, and sure enough, it was a hot topic about Fang Zhao.

#方召夜店指弹#

#方召一曲封神#

#真正的艺术家#

There was also a video of Fang Zhao's performance taken from the live broadcast, as well as a video of some noise taken by people in the venue from various angles, which caused a new wave of quarrels.

"I just watched the video edited by a certain anchor, and I can only say that it's okay, I don't feel much."

"Tune the effects for me and I'll be able to play it! Me + effect = Fang Zhao, looking at it this way, the gap is not big. ”

"Don't blow or black, in terms of playing techniques, don't talk about Yanzhou, our school can count ten who don't lose to Fang Zhao!"

"As someone who listened to the scene, I watched you pretend. It is difficult for those who are not present to imagine the feeling of having their brains out of control, and the whole person feels like they have been taken away. Maybe that's the gap. Finally understand the reason why many people prefer to listen to the scene, the real close range can deeply feel that powerful expressiveness, Fang Zhao can have today's height is really not a false tout. ”

"Some people have already uploaded their playing versions, but after listening to so many versions, there are many cattle, it is undeniable that these are played very well, and some people have slightly adapted them to increase the difficulty of the technique, but it is still different. After listening to the scene, you will find that when Fang Zhao plays, there is a very peculiar appeal that cannot be replicated. Not an exaggeration. ”

"It's true that the beat looks stable, but the sense of artistic conception is difficult to express, so don't blow it to the one in front! You can't play it even with effects! ”

"Is the technique as simple as you say? I tried it, but the overtones are so difficult, the timing is not easy to master, and the playing is always not smooth, let alone the artistic conception or something. ”

"In terms of technique, Fang Zhao still has a foundation, the important thing is his expressiveness that cannot be replicated. The way of music and rhythm is really magical, but it's a pity that I couldn't feel it at the scene. ”

"That's it, summoning gods is not like some people, they only know how to show off their skills when they come to power, and they can't show their connotation!"

"Hey, just say Fang Zhao, don't step on others. We can't compare like this, the style is different, the artistic expression is not the same, some people emphasize the meaning, some people emphasize the form, some works emphasize melody, and some works emphasize rhythm. ”

"Let's not talk about the artistic conception of the technique or anything, I just want to ask what the name of this song is called by Fang Zhaodan! I just listened to the song and didn't recognize it!! ”

There was a lot of noise on the Internet, and outside the space, reporters who came over one after another blocked the guests who came out.

Fang Zhao's song, Ron was not the only one who felt deeply, after the emotions were brought in, it was difficult to get out, so some people left the space after Fang Zhao stepped down, and did not continue to stay inside.

The reporter of "Qi'an Morning News" happened to be interviewing nearby, and after receiving the news, they also hurried over, but they did not enter the space, but stayed outside to pick targets.

What a chance, Fang Zhao can't let go of this topic, and it's okay if Fang Zhao can't be blocked from interviewing other people, and it's just right to report in the morning.

Seeing a few people coming out of the store with their shoulders hooked, the reporter hurried over.

These people looked like they had drunk too much. It's good to be drunk, to talk without scruples when you're drunk, to say whatever you want, and to have a high degree of authenticity.

The reporter went over to test it and knew that these people were here to attend a small party, they had graduated for 30 years, and recently there happened to be an opportunity, and a few classmates who had a good time in high school came to a small party here.

"Do you also listen to Fang Zhao's works?" The reporter asked.

The drunk man who was asked sniffed: "Listen, but I usually listen to him 'sleep and you are paralyzed' type I listen to a lot, and it is ...... to hear him express his feelings."

"Uh-huh?" The reporter's eyes lit up.

"Someone's life!" The drunk began to howl again.

He was drunk, his brain was a little uncontrollable, and he couldn't say why, he just wanted to cry, like some emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were finally dragged out and couldn't be contained.

The four or five big men were suddenly stimulated again, as if they thought of something, hugged each other and cried, snot and tears, and the scene was very spicy.

The reporter silently got out of the way.

They are serious newspapers, and they have to report seriously, and yesterday they also said that they should have a correct attitude, not make things up, and not exaggerate their reports in order to attract attention like those entertainment reporters, although they seized the opportunity to come to the street to interview today, they still have to be treated seriously.

Obviously, in the interview just now, the other party's description was too exaggerated, not serious, and not true, which is not in line with the temperament of their "Qi'an Morning News", or a more sober person.

There are so many people coming out of space, why are you staring at these spicy eyes?

Glancing at the person who came out of the space, the reporter chose a person, well, this person looked very sober, not drunk, and he was quite happy to look at it, with a smile on his face, and he would definitely cooperate with the interview.

The reporter gained confidence and hurried over to stop the person.

"You also listened to Fang Zhao's performance just now?" The reporter asked.

"Listen."

"Do you like it?"

"I like it!"

"That'...... In your heart, what level is Fang Zhao's song? ”

"What level?" The man's face was full of confusion.

"Yes, that is, in your heart, what level is Fang Zhao's head?"

The man thought about it for a moment.

"Air purifier level!"

Reporter: "......"

The man raised his hand and patted his chest: "Ah~~~~ The feeling that all the haze has been removed!" ”

Reporter: "......"

This must be Fang Zhao's brainless fan!

Brain-dead fans are not good, and it is not in line with the neutral nature of their "Qi'an Morning Post".

The man didn't care what the reporter was thinking, kept his face full of emotion, laughed again, put aside the entertainment note in front of him, and hummed a small tune to the taxi.

A cold wind blew, and the reporter's assistant asked weakly next to him, "Shall we continue the interview?" ”

"Pick!"

The reporter's critical gaze swept back and forth, and soon, he chose someone who looked steady and calm. This kind of is very neutral at first glance.

The reporter went over and asked the man what he said about Fang Zhao's performance tonight.

The man didn't refuse the interview, and the answer was quite serious.

"Evaluation? Very good work, there is sadness and beauty in it, and I listen to it with rich emotions. ”

"I saw someone crying, are you sad to hear it?"

"Not sad."

"Melancholy?"

"Not melancholy."

"Happy?"

"I'm not happy."

The reporter looked at the other party's face with a lack of expression: "......"

Where are you emotionally rich!!

"What about you?" Journalists don't give up.

The other party maintained an unfathomable cold face: "You don't understand." ”

Reporter: "??? ”

"That sublimation of the state of mind."

“？？？”

"After listening to it, I felt like I was atoning for my sins when I went back to write my paper."

Reporter: "......"

Poison it!!

Fang Zhao didn't know what the people outside thought of him, and after he entered the room, he received a call from Mo Lang.

It was already morning on Huangzhou's side, and as soon as Mo Lang woke up in the morning, he was told by his assistant about Fang Zhao's presence in Yanzhou. I thought that Fang recalled Yanzhou to cooperate with the investigation, but I didn't expect that it could still stir up the wind and rain, so worried that the old man hurriedly dialed a phone call to ask. Alas, sure enough, Fang Zhao was the most worry-free when he was locked up on Whale Island.

Fang Zhao received a call and also explained the matter to Mo Lang.

Mo Lang smiled with satisfaction after hearing this, and continued: "Come back quickly after the matter over there in Yanzhou, you are still in the period of study, don't always ask for leave, forget about this friend's invitation, it is better to participate in those commercial and entertainment activities outside, you still have the endorsement of the flamingo in your hand, and you don't have to worry about money, so you don't need to rush to endorse others." ”

"yes, I know." Fang Zhao said.

"It's good to know. Is that song you're playing new? It's really good, but it's not suitable for the graduation concert. ”

Mo Lang analyzed the pros and cons for Fang Zhao, the academy has the scoring criteria of the academy, and the final concert works have the review conditions for completion, he is worried that Fang Zhao is young and easy to be pitted, and some things that need to be paid attention to are also emphasized again.

Seeing that Fang Zhao's attitude was sincere and not perfunctory, Mo Lang was relieved, so he didn't say much, but before hanging up the phone, he remembered something and asked, "By the way, what is the name of that song you play?" ”

"Time Travel."

The old century, the extinct century, the new century, spanning incredible time, things from a longer time ago, Fang Zhao thought he had forgotten, this school emblem reminded him a lot.

Ants on the ground, stardust in the sky. The number of sands in the Ganges River is full of living beings.

Being in a one-way passage, you can only move forward. However, the memories are there, occasionally opening the door to the past, allowing him to look at those memories from a longer time ago, to see the secrets of the passage of time.

Like, he thought that he only remembered the dead branches and ruins under the ruins of the extinction century, but he didn't expect to clearly remember the row of leafy sycamores outside the classroom, covering the road with thick shade and a pleasant breeze.

Fang Zhao glanced at the school emblem in the collection box, and after a brief cleanup, he didn't go to sleep.

Well.

The state is good, suitable for revision.

Hanging a sign of retreat at the door, Fang Zhao spread out the notebook in which he wrote the final concert work and began to change the score.

Natty Woods, who had finally come over after a while, fell silent at the sign on the door that read "Retreat."

Is inspiration so easy?

Is it the talent gap or am I really getting old?