Still not satisfied with their drinking, the two went to a night market stall and drank until dawn.
Wang Hao no longer remembers how much he drank that night. He only remembers that the system's "not drunk after a thousand cups" effect seems to have passed.
And he seemed to have gotten drunk at some point!
It was a pair of strong arms that dragged him to the bed...
…
When Wang Hao opened his eyes again, his first impression was that it was cold. The surrounding environment seemed very humid, and he could still vaguely hear the sound of water droplets ringing in his ears.
Through the light reflected from the window, Wang Hao found that he should be lying on a bed, and there was a figure beside him.
The heavy snoring made him slowly recall the scene last night, and the identity of the man next to him gradually emerged in his mind.
"Second brother?"
Wang Hao called out tentatively.
"Hmm~" the figure responded, turned over towards him, and muttered: "What are you calling for? It's still early, let's sleep some more."
As he spoke, the snoring sounded again,
"Wipe..." The smell of alcohol coming towards him made Wang Hao frown. He subconsciously turned over and faced the young man who claimed to be his second brother.
But after lying down for a while, he thought about it and turned over again so that his butt was leaning against the wall. He felt that this way he would feel safer.
…
Soon, the sun was rising three poles high.
The light outside the window gradually brightened, and just when Wang Hao was about to reach out and open the curtain, a crumpled cigarette was suddenly handed over to him.
"Have one?" A hoarse voice sounded in my ears.
"Don't smoke, it's too choking."
Wang Hao shook his head, rejected the cigarette, and reached out to the curtain again.
In his previous life, he liked to have one whenever he had nothing to do, but since he traveled to this body, he cherished this hard-won health very much.
You can drink alcohol, but never smoke.
"Crash..."
With a burst of noise, the curtains opened wide, and the dazzling sunlight poured in like a naughty little fish.
Wang Hao let out a sigh of relief at first, but then couldn't help but frown.
I hadn't noticed before, but why did the environment in this room look like a garbage dump?
The wine bottles and cigarette cases all over the floor even covered the original white tiled floor. A pungent smell like vomit kept pouring into his nose, making him cough violently.
"Cough cough cough..."
"Oh? Second brother? Your land is a pigsty, right?"
Wang Hao couldn't help but got up and opened the window. With the influx of fresh air outside the window, the pungent smell in the room finally weakened a lot.
"Hahahahaha..."
As if he saw Wang Hao's embarrassment, the young man burst out laughing: "How about it? I know that big stars like you can't adapt to this environment."
Wang Hao was stunned for a moment: "Do you know me?"
As the smoke filled the air, the young man rolled his eyes: "Tch, you're probably not kidding me. If I don't even know Brother Hao, who is very popular recently, then I don't need to hang out in this circle."
"Huh?" Wang Hao looked him up and down and said in surprise: "You are also from the entertainment industry? Which company are you from? What path are you in? Are you an actor?"
The reason for the speculation that he was an actor was actually because Wang Hao saw the books placed by the bedside.
"Actor's Self-cultivation"
"On How to Be a Good Actor"
"The Self Reflection of Acting Skills"
…
Wang Hao has a background in academics, and he has already memorized these books by heart. Therefore, he knows very well that these three books are recognized as a three-piece set for actors.
"I don't have a contract with a company, and I'm not a professional actor. I'm just making a living."
The young man shook his head and glanced at the corner subconsciously.
Wang Hao followed his line of sight and saw a fiery red electric guitar leaning quietly on the shelf. It was not stained with any dust. It was obviously because it had been wiped frequently.
At this moment, Wang Hao suddenly remembered the electric guitarist he saw in the bar last night.
"Prince of electronic music, Lin Feng..."
He turned his head subconsciously, intending to ask something, but when he spoke, he was suppressed by the sadness in the young man's eyes.
"You haven't told me yet, what's your name?" Wang Hao changed the subject.
The young man put out the cigarette butt, buried his head in the bed, and responded angrily: "Xiao Zhicheng, you can call me second brother like everyone else."
"Xiao Zhicheng..."
Wang Hao vaguely felt that the name seemed familiar, but when he subconsciously prepared to search the Internet, he found that his phone had been turned off at some point.
After reluctantly giving up the idea, he simply lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walking with difficulty on the floor that was densely covered with beer bottles and cigarette boxes.
After fumbling with the switch, the light in the room became brighter and brighter.
While Wang Hao was looking around for the charger cord, a voice suddenly sounded from the bed: "Where are you going? Didn't you say that the wine can be enough? What? You want to break your promise?"
"What the hell? You haven't drunk enough?"
Wang Hao couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He had already remembered that this guy drank nearly 100,000 yuan worth of wine!
At first it was just beer, but later on it was red wine and white wine, and the waiter was so happy that his molars were exposed.
"How can you ever drink enough wine? If you don't have three meals a day, my brother will feel itchy."
"6..."
Wang Hao shook his head helplessly and explained casually: "I still have things to do. Let's continue next time. Alas! I don't know where there is a private recording studio open to the public in Shanghai."
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
Xiao Zhicheng sat up suddenly, his voice improved a bit, "You want to record a song?"
"Yes," Wang Hao nodded and did not hide anything from him: "The fourth episode of Extreme Challenge will be broadcast on Sunday. I promised Director Yan to upload the song sung in the show to Kule simultaneously."
"It keeps raining?"
"Yes, that's the one!"
"The song is quite good. It tells the life trajectory of a scumbag. I didn't expect you to have experience in this area. I admire you, I admire you!"
Wang Hao:('')Get out*~●
Wang Hao suddenly had a somewhat clear understanding of this guy's poisonous tongue.
At such a young age, he doesn't know what is worthy of his cynicism...
Suddenly, Xiao Zhicheng's voice sounded again: "I'll help you find a recording studio. How about you treat me to a drink tonight?"
Hearing this, Wang Hao's eyes suddenly lit up.
This guy has an electric guitar at home, so he must be an "insider". Maybe he really has recording studio connections.
As for a drink, how much does it cost?
"Okay, it's a deal!"
…
Afternoon, two o'clock.
Under the leadership of Xiao Zhicheng, the taxi made many twists and turns and finally arrived at a remote area in the suburbs.
"Are you sure there is a recording studio somewhere?"
Looking at the dilapidated environment around him, Wang Hao became suspicious of Xiao Zhicheng for the first time. Could this guy want to secretly abduct him?
Xiao Zhicheng rolled his eyes and retorted unceremoniously: "Tsk, what the hell do you, a big star, know? This is called hiding in the city."
Wang Hao shrugged and did not argue with him.
He could finally tell that this guy definitely had something on his mind, or he might have been emotionally hurt in some way, so he always behaved like a cynical person who had seen through the world of mortals.
Soon, under the leadership of Xiao Zhicheng, the two came to a small courtyard.
Looking at the wooden plaque hanging at the entrance of the yard, Wang Hao said curiously: "Messenger Music Studio? This name is quite unique!"
"This is called a hermit! It will open your eyes once. The boss' craftsmanship is very professional, and the recording studio here is very good."
While mumbling, Xiao Zhicheng raised his hand and started knocking on the door.
"Lao Wang! Lao Wang, open the door quickly and I'll introduce you to a job!"
"I'm coming……"
There was a reply from the yard, and a middle-aged man was seen running out of the backyard with a hoe and walking quickly towards the two people outside the door.
"Hey? Isn't this a waiter? Why do you have time to come to my place today? Are you ready to go back to your old job?" The middle-aged man put down his hoe and opened the door, saying with a smile.
This sentence also convinced Wang Hao that Xiao Zhicheng was definitely in the music industry before, but he quit the music industry for some unknown reason.
And he keenly noticed that when the middle-aged man said this, a hint of regret seemed to flash through Xiao Zhicheng's eyes?
"Return to the old business, I've stopped being in this bad circle a long time ago,"
Xiao Zhicheng spoke directly, then pulled Wang Hao over: "Here, let me introduce to you, this is my fair-weather friend, his name is Wang Hao."
As he spoke, he looked at Wang Hao again and introduced: "This is Wang Weiliang, the owner of Messenger Music Studio. He has the same surname as you and is from your own family. You can just call him Uncle Wang."
"Hello, Uncle Wang." Wang Hao said obediently.
The middle-aged man in front of him should be about the same age as his father. Not to mention that he still needs help from others, the age difference between them is enough for him to respectfully call him uncle.
"Wang Hao? Why does this name sound so familiar?"
Wang Weiliang frowned and looked at him in confusion. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh suddenly and said in surprise: "Wait? Are you that Wang Hao?!"
"The past you, Ordinary Road, A Diao, these songs were all sung by you, right? It turns out it's you!"
Wang Hao nodded and smiled: "Yes, if nothing else happens, I will be that Wang Hao."
"Hahaha, I particularly like your song "The Past You". Every time I hear it, it reminds me of the past. I didn't expect to see myself today!"
"Thank you very much. Despite my virtue and ability, I have a song that you like," Wang Hao replied modestly.
Seeing the two of them looking like they were so late to meet each other, Xiao Zhicheng on the side suddenly curled his lips: "Tch? Isn't that just singing? I'm so excited."
With that said, he walked straight past Wang Weiliang and towards the backyard.
Both of them understood his character and didn't care about his words. They chatted with each other and walked into the backyard.
"Let me guess, the waiter brought you here to record songs, right? Have you written a new song again?" Wang Weiliang asked with some anticipation.
Wang Hao nodded, and while nodding, he looked around: "Yes, yes, there are indeed a few songs to record."
"Haha, okay, let's go, let's go to the recording studio now."
Wang Weiliang greeted Wang Hao excitedly and threw the hoe and gloves aside.
As a song producer, Wang Weiliang has a natural love and sensitivity for music. When he was young, he participated in the production of songs for many well-known singers, and he was well-known in the industry.
Now that he is older, he has already enjoyed the prosperity of the entertainment industry, so he retired and returned to his hometown and opened a small music studio here.
In addition to planting flowers and plants on weekdays, Wang Weiliang's daily work is just to record a few songs for the singers who come to him, and earn some money to buy money.
People who come to record songs with him include super big names, as well as well-known Internet singers.
No matter who comes to record the song, no matter what tune the other person sings, he will patiently guide and work hard to achieve the effect the other person wants.
He is not doing it for money, it is purely a unique spiritual hobby.
Maintaining his dreams while being leisurely is Wang Weiliang's attitude towards life!
He really likes a lyric in the song "The Way You Were": "After experiencing all kinds of ups and downs in life, this smile is still warm and innocent..."
For Wang Weiliang, this lyric is a true portrayal of him now.
It was precisely because of this song that he became curious about its author Wang Hao. What kind of mentality could enable a young man in his twenties to write such a moving song?