Zhang Bicheng did not come to open the door for Wang Kun, but a female assistant.

The female assistant poked her head out and looked around for a while before closing the door to the room.

Zhang Bicheng said apologetically: "Director Wang, it's a big night, I'm sorry to trouble you, I really have to go back in the next two days." ”

The female assistant put a glass of water in front of Wang Kun, and then sat far away.

Wang Kun said politely: "Understand, understand, the main responsibility lies with me, it should have been given to you a long time ago." ”

After greetings, Wang Kun said with a straight face: "Come, Bicheng, sing a song, I'll listen to your timbre." ”

Zhang Bicheng asked Wang Kun's opinion, "Which song to sing?" ”

'Eighteen touches. An idea popped up in Wang Kun's mind, shook his head to dispel distracting thoughts, Wang Kun brought a warm smile, which made people feel close, "Sing the song that you think you are good at." ”

Zhang Bicheng nodded, then took out his mobile phone, played it on mute, and sang a cappella according to the lyrics.

It spreads its hands, it hangs its head.

It never saw the surroundings.

It stood on its feet.

It froze its face.

This song The Nutcracker is a song written and sung by Zhang Bicheng herself last year, and the song was released as a promotional song for the movie "Alzheimer's Village".

Judging from Zhang Bicheng's choice to sing this song, Zhang Bicheng should like this song very much.

may also want to show his lyrics and composition skills in front of Wang Kun.

Wang Kun closed his eyes and listened to the song quietly.

I have to say that Zhang Bicheng has two brushes.

Although his singing skills are still very immature to Wang Kun, he has great problems in ventilation and pronunciation tone, which is far from those former music divas.

But among his peers, Zhang Bicheng's singing skills are very good.

It doesn't matter if Zhang Bicheng cooks, others can change the dishes.

This year, it is all up to peers.

Although it is written on the lyrics and songs by Zhang Bicheng, Wang Kun does not know whether it is or not.

Anyway, in the eyes of Wang Kun, who has master-level musical ability, this Nutcracker can only be regarded as mediocre.

The so-called mediocre does not mean that it is bad, it can only be said that it has no characteristics.

In addition to fans, other people have heard such songs and forgotten them.

After singing the song, Zhang Bicheng looked at Wang Kun expectantly, wanting to get Wang Kun's approval.

Whether it's singing skills or recognition in lyrics and songs.

Zhang Bicheng doesn't care about the recognition of ordinary people, but if Wang Kun, who has bottomless musical literacy, recognizes himself, then Zhang Bicheng will be very happy.

Wang Kun looked at Zhang Bicheng strangely, and said bluntly: "What are you expecting?" Singing skills are average, lyrics and music are average, you won't wait for me to praise you, right? ”

Zhang Bicheng has a question mark in his head, why don't you play cards according to the routine, shouldn't it be a compliment at this time, and then put forward an opinion?

Zhang Bicheng hurriedly said: "No, I'm just expecting Director Wang to give his opinion and point out the shortcomings." ”

Wang Kun said in a deep voice: "You are a singer, let's not mention the lyrics and composition, let's talk about singing skills first." ”

The stern Wang Kun reminded Zhang Bicheng of his teacher when he was studying.

Wang Kun did not hide his secrets, pointed out the shortcomings in Zhang Bicheng's singing skills, and gave a solution.

After almost an hour, Zhang Bicheng's small notebook was almost full, and Wang Kun stopped, "Do you understand?" ”

Zhang Bicheng: ...

Do you have some misunderstanding of my abilities?

"Got it?" Zhang Bicheng is like listening to the teacher's lectures in class, such as listening to a book from heaven, but he is still a dead duck with a hard mouth and a person who understands.

Wang Kun looked at Zhang Bicheng with a smile, "Very good, then you can demonstrate the singing skills I taught you." ”

Zhang Bicheng was numb.

When I was a student, I couldn't understand the class, and I could mix in a group of people and shout that I understood, betting that a wave of teachers would not draw me.

But now it's one-on-one teaching, and you can't do it if you want to fool around.

Zhang Bicheng hardened his head and began to demonstrate his singing skills.

Just as soon as he opened his mouth, he was stopped by Wang Kun, and Zhang Bicheng had a bitter face.

Dozens of meters from the hotel, outside the fence of the construction site with lights on.

Paparazzi Xiao Li sneakily wandered outside the construction site with a camera bag on his back.

"Bang bang!"

The paparazzi Xiao Li came to the gate and banged on the tin door.

"Who?" An old voice rang out.

Paparazzi Xiao Li whispered: "Uncle, open the door, there is something good to find you!" ”

Behind the door, the uncle's voice sounded slowly, "What's a good thing, why didn't I see it?" ”

Paparazzi Xiao Li rolled his eyes, took out his wallet, took out five red tickets, thought for a while, and took back three more.

Take two hundred dollars and stuff it under the crack in the door.

Paparazzi Xiao Li said confidently: "Uncle, look at your feet, is there anything good?" ”

Behind the door, there was an uncle's surprised voice, "Huh? That's a good thing, thank you, boy. ”

Paparazzi Xiao Li couldn't wait to say: "Uncle, the benefits are also for you, you can open the door, right?" ”

After the uncle put the money in his pocket, he turned his face and didn't recognize anyone, "What benefits you gave, these two hundred yuan are obviously dropped by the people on the construction site, don't talk nonsense." ”

Paparazzi Xiao Li almost vomited blood in anger, damn, this old man doesn't talk about martial arts!

The paparazzi Xiao Li endured it, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, if you open the door, I will give you another two hundred." ”

Uncle Oil and Salt didn't come in, "That's not good, if you are let in, something is lost on the construction site, I can't afford this responsibility." ”

Paparazzi Xiao Li accompanied the smiling face, "Uncle, I am a photography enthusiast, I want to come in and take pictures of the real scene on the construction site, I am alone, I can't pick my hand on my shoulder, what can I steal." ”

The uncle said confidently: "How do I know what you are going to steal?" ”

The paparazzi Xiao Li's fists were hard, and his chest was undulating.

Gritted his teeth and said, "Five hundred, no more!" ”

"Deal!" The uncle made the final decision, opened the door, and stretched out his hand.

Paparazzi Xiao Li counted the money and handed it to the doorman.

After the uncle collected the money, he chattered, "Young man, I have to follow you, the construction site is full of potholes, don't have an accident." ”

Paparazzi Xiao Li raised his head, looked at the tower crane towering in the night, and asked, "Uncle, can I go up to the tower crane?" ”

The uncle said happily: "Yes, but that's another price." ”

The paparazzi Xiao Li looked unkind and said, "Didn't I just give you five hundred yuan?" Why do you have to give it again! ”

The uncle said happily: "Then you go up." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Li's face softened.

Xiao Li's body is flexible, like a monkey, and he climbs up a lot bigger.

The uncle muttered in a low voice: "Don't listen to the old man, the loss is in front of you, there is a tower crane anti-climbing device, I see how you go up!" ”

Ten minutes later, the paparazzi Xiao Li came down with a black face.

Reluctantly took out the money and got the key from the uncle.

The uncle took out the safety lock and rope from the security room, "Don't ask for your money in vain, na, two sets of safety locks, use them instead, you must tie one before you can untie the other, and shoot more clearly at the end of the tower crane." ”

Paparazzi Xiao Li was stunned, "Uncle, do you know what I do?" ”

The uncle smiled and said, "Isn't it a dog. Ahem, freelance photographer, if you had been here yesterday, you could have made a pair. ”

Paparazzi Xiao Li looked up at the forty or fifty-meter-high tower crane and was a little speechless, is the paparazzi so rolled?

Climb onto the driving platform, the night wind blows.

The paparazzi Xiao Li swallowed his saliva, and his feet were a little soft.

After thinking about the flatbread that the boss drew for himself, the paparazzi Xiao Li took out the lock and tied it, and moved towards the end of the tower crane arm little by little.

It took a short distance of a few tens of meters for half an hour.

Taking a few deep breaths, the paparazzi Xiao Li sent a text message to Wang Kun, and then raised the camera.

in a hotel room.

Wang Kun corrected Zhang Bicheng's vocal skills.

The screen of the mobile phone in his hand lit up, Wang Kun unlocked it, and quietly put it in his pocket.

Wang Kun said with a smile: "The temperature of the air conditioner in the room is a bit high, and it is a little hot after being turned on for a long time, so open the window to breathe." ”

Zhang Bicheng nodded, "It's a little hot." ”

Wang Kun opened the curtains and opened the side windows in the corner.

Floor-to-ceiling windows offer an unobstructed view of the night.

Back in his seat, Wang Kun said to Zhang Bicheng: "I want to put my hand on your chest and feel the vibration frequency when you pronounce, so that I can better correct the tone of your pronunciation." ”

Zhang Bicheng was a little embarrassed, but looking at Wang Kun with a righteous face, Zhang Bicheng still agreed.

Wang Kun's hand was in good order and did not exceed it, but Wang Kun's hand was too big.

It's normal to be a little bumpy in teaching, right?

Wang Kun had encouragement on his face, "Yes, that's it, it's good, do it again." ”

Zhang Bicheng, who was still a little unable to let go, lost himself in Wang Kun's praise and played better and better.

At the end of the tower crane arm dozens of meters away, the paparazzi Xiao Li's feet were shivering, and he raised the camera in the cold wind to take a click!

What is a profession?

This is called professionalism!

(End of chapter)