Lin Hao originally planned to stay at Yu Lanxin's house today.

But Yu's father is obviously unable to fulfill what he said.

I can still insist on dealing with a few sentences in front.

But after a short drive for a taxi.

And the man fell asleep completely.

And he snored.

Arrived home.

It's just troublesome for the driver to help him to the door.

Lin Hao had an injury on his leg.

There's really nothing you can do.

He can do it.

It's to tip the driver's brother 50 yuan.

The other party is quite realistic.

I don't want it politely.

Lin Hao forced it several times before accepting it.

at the doorway.

Seeing that Yu's father was unproductive.

Mama Yu was about to have a seizure with a gloomy face.

But after seeing Lin Hao behind, he suddenly turned into a big smile.

"Xiao Hao is here, come in."

hurriedly beckoned into the house.

Noticing that he was on crutches.

I asked with great concern.

Tell the whole story.

I immediately went out to buy some big bone sticks and made soup for him to make up for it.

Then.

Yu Lanxin also followed.

She also had to go to the pharmacy to buy some gauze and iodophor to help him get his medicine and new ones.

At night.

Yu's mother made a table of sumptuous dishes.

But Yu's father didn't wake up.

Only the three of them ate.

"Xiao Hao, eat more today, I see that everyone has lost weight, and there are injuries, it is the time when you need nutrition, Lan Xin, don't be stunned, give him more vegetables."

On the dinner table.

Yu's mother maintained her usual enthusiasm.

Lin Hao ate a lot at noon.

Actually, not very hungry.

can face the results of Yu's mother's hard work all afternoon.

I can't bear to waste these new ideas.

You can only force it into your mouth.

But these dishes she usually likes to eat.

Now I feel like I've lost my original taste.

The taste is the same as chewing wax.

A meal down.

It's all up to the throat.

I feel like I can spit it out even if I go down in a squat.

Hold on strongly.

Yu's mother coaxed the two of them to go upstairs.

She cleaned up alone.

Upstairs.

Lin Hao leaned on the head of the bed and didn't want to move.

Yu Lanxin went to the bathroom to change her clothes.

It was intimate to bring him a basin of foot washing water.

Lin Hao stood up and was about to come by himself.

But Yu Lanxin directly grabbed his two feet in his hands.

Take off your socks and press them down.

At this moment, she has already changed her sexy cheongsam into pajamas.

It's a little bit more homely.

More gentle.

Lin Hao enjoyed it with a big face.

After that.

Yu Lanxin poured the water out.

Socks washed out.

I went downstairs and got a pair of Yu Dad's pajamas and handed them to him.

Lin Hao didn't shy away from it.

I put it on in front of her.

As early as after buying the house in the 'Bright Sky City'.

The two lived together for a while.

Although only one level of second base.

But basically none of the contact and ambiguity that should have been left behind.

"Auntie won't bring me a quilt to sleep on the sofa, will she?" There was no problem when there were two of them, but at present, Yu's father and mother were here, and Lin Hao really didn't dare to be presumptuous.

"Maybe."

Yu Lanxin smiled.

"I'm a wounded, you can't do that to a wounded." Lin Hao protested.

Yu Lanxin gave him a blank look.

Ultimately.

Didn't say anything else.

After applying lotion in front of the dresser.

Went straight to bed on his own initiative.

It's still early.

Neither of them was sleepy.

Yu Lanxin turned on the projection on the bedside, intending to catch up with the romantic dramas she usually likes.

Lin Hao didn't like these.

At the moment, I just want to do something to get closer to each other.

But before he could act.

Suddenly, the pilot of "I Am the Producer" played on the wall.

He was stunned.

I couldn't help but look up and follow.

I saw that the big words 'I am a producer' fell like huge stones.

There was also a small amount of smoke and dust around the area.

I have to say.

This special effect is quite emotional.

With the name of the show appearing.

Followed by.

The picture changes.

The first thing to play is the daily work of the music producers behind the scenes collected by the program team.

These producers are not high-profile contestants.

Most of them are obscure small characters.

However, this kind of struggle process is particularly empathetic.

The program team also did not patronize the filming.

Interviews were also conducted along the way.

The picture was quickly given to a producer.

"What is the difference between a music producer and a singer for you?"

"Well, I think it's divided into three points, firstly, the two definitions are different, the producer is more like an editor, mainly engaged in the creation and production of music, and secondly, the professional requirements are different, simply speaking, the singer is responsible for the front of the stage, we are behind the scenes, of course, the existence of some all-round singers is not excluded, I am only talking about the current mainstream, the last point, that is, the role is different, we are more responsible for generating music, and the singer is the interpretation."

Screen switching.

A second producer appears.

"Without the dazzling light of a singer, do you feel lost because you have been behind the scenes for a long time?"

"No, not at all, I'm very happy to be a music producer, and I'm proud of myself, sometimes, songwriters are like students, and the singers who control them are teachers, and good singers help students improve their grades, the two are not contradictory, but complement each other."

The screen continues to switch.

Again became the third producer.

"What's the happiest thing you've ever done as a music producer?"

"At present, the works I wrote are bought and used by others, but one day in the future, I hope that it can become a song that I have created and become popular all over the country."

Interviews one after another.

Wait until the image disappears.

However, it was replaced by the backstage process of the program team sending invitations to various producers with letters.

This period.

To keep it mysterious.

The producer's name is marked with a mosaic on it.

Lin Hao looked amused for a while.

The invitees to the program group are obviously all by phone and email.

This is quite a bit of an acting element in it.

At last.

The screen extends to the venue.

Stage.

Audience.

Lounges and other places.

Then 'Bang Bang Bang' smashed down another line of big letters.

"This July, "I Am the Producer", Jindu Satellite TV, is about to officially attack!"

The pilot film is over.

Yu Lanxin's TV series is just seamlessly connected.

"I thought you were here to watch this audio variety show, and you co-authored it to wait for the TV series." Lin Hao said speechlessly.

"Are you talking about the show "I Am a Producer"? I'm also paying attention to it, but I don't know what the program lineup will be. Yu Lanxin said.

"What if the lineup isn't good?"

Lin Hao asked curiously, "Then are you still watching?" ”

"Well, let's see how the song is written." Yu Lanxin thought for a moment and said.

"What variety shows do you usually watch?" Lin Hao asked again.

""The Singer Arrives" and "The Look of the Ballad", I've watched one or two episodes."

Yu Lanxin said: "I haven't watched much of the others, I've been chasing this TV series for a long time." ”

"Okay, so do you have a favorite singer?" found that Yu Lanxin also watched this kind of show, and Lin Hao inexplicably wanted to pretend to it.

"Singer"

Yu Lanxin thought for a moment and said: "There is no one in the show, but it is more popular now, 'Whale Fall' and 'Ai Bing'." ”

Hear have yourself.

Lin Hao was satisfied.

Next.

He didn't have much of the heart to watch TV.

went to Yu Lanxin's side.

From the two bedside to the other in their arms, go one step further.

Lin Hao felt that he was very talented.

Although there is no substantial breakthrough.

But overnight beauty is not enough for outsiders.

Next.

Yu Lanxin didn't go to work.

I took a leave of absence to accompany him at home.

But it is difficult for two people to maintain the space of the two-person world.

Because most of the time.

Lin Hao was dragged by Yu's father after sobering up to study literature.

such as

Master Zhang Xinlin's calligraphy.

Master Wang Xuehai's winter scene.

Master Zheng Yanming's koi picture.

That's really watching over and over again.

Even talk with praise.

It took more than two hours.

There is no duplication of vocabulary.

Lin Hao admired the five-body throw.

It's just that

Yu's father was happy all morning.

Afternoon.

Cen Renguo and Chen Detong killed several old friends.

Yesterday I saw him drunk.

I didn't take anything.

Today certainly cannot be delayed.

When the time comes, it will be troublesome if he doesn't admit it.

It's just that a few people didn't expect Lin Hao to be there.

All of a sudden, I was even more excited.

Surrounded by a group of literature lovers, they talked about the east and west.

Lin Hao simply wanted to cry without tears.

It's a pity that no one can save themselves.

can only be dry and empty with a few people.

"Lao Yu, hurry up and roll up this painting, I'll take it today." Chatting and chatting, Cen Renguo opened his mouth here.

"Damn, I promised you, can I give it to you, what's the hurry." Yu's father was dissatisfied.

"Why are there only these three, the poetry couplets written by Lan Xin's girl?"

Cen Renguo has a clear goal.

But Chen Detong didn't find his share after a look in the study.

"Ahem. Yesterday, I drank too much, and several masters at the dinner table asked me for it, and they all gave it away. Dad Yu said with an embarrassed face.

"What?"

Chen Detong suddenly stopped, and immediately blushed and said with a rough neck: "Okay, you old boy, I asked you not to give it, and you will give it when the master speaks, how can you drop it, look down on us old brothers?" ”

"When a few masters speak, I can't help but give face." Dad Yu couldn't help but explain.

"Okay, it's no problem if you want to save face, then Master Wang's winter picture is sent to me."

Chen Detong said that he was about to roll up.

Where is Dad Yu willing to do it.

hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and said, "Don't worry, Lan Xin is at home, I'll ask her to write it to you again." ”

"Can that be the same, it's the first draft at the literary meeting! You don't understand what the first draft means, do you? Chen Detong still did not relent.

"Isn't it a rut, anyway, you can't even think about the winter scene." Yu's father is also a scoundrel.

"Hey, I don't believe it."

Chen Detong rolled up his sleeves.

I'm going to go ahead and grab it.

Lin Hao was speechless for a while.

It's all this age.

Also the whole paragraph.

As a junior, he was not good at watching, so he immediately stopped: "In this way, Uncle Chen, don't rob it, if not, I'll write you another one." ”

Well?

Write another one?

Chen Detong made a move.

I can't help but be amazed.

That's right.

The main character is here.

Why do you have to go far and near?

(End of chapter)