At night, there was light rain in the sky at the airport, and the breeze blew bitingly cold. At this time, no one who usually shoots celebrities goes to work.
In a commercial car, the driver smiled flatteringly at the passenger and said, "Brother Liu, when are you coming? I'm addicted to cigarettes."
Take out your phone, turn on the screen, it's half past nine.
Disgust flashed in the eyes of the man in formal attire sitting on the co-pilot's side, "Don't smoke yet. I'll be here as soon as I get off the plane. The smell of cigarette smoke is not a good impression."
"What do you think Fang Jing is doing? He didn't come earlier. The other teams arrived in the afternoon, so we both couldn't get off work late at night."
"He's a big name. It's up to us to decide when he comes. Stop talking nonsense. The company will pay you overtime pay."
After opening the car door, the man took out a sign from the trunk and held it high. It said I am the pick-up person for a singer-songwriter. The driver got out of the car and helped hold an umbrella.
Tomorrow is the singer-songwriter's second recording session. There are only three days until the first session is broadcast, so time is very tight.
Pedestrians in twos and threes walked out of the airport with large and small bags. In the distance, Fang Jing, wearing a black coat and holding a suitcase, came out. He stood there for a few seconds and took out his mobile phone to call the program team who was picking him up at the airport.
A few minutes later.
"Teacher Fang, please come this way. It's quite hard to come all the way. Please give me the suitcase."
About ten meters away, the driver saw Fang Jing and trotted forward to help pick up the suitcase. The pick-up staff held an umbrella all the way to the car.
"I'm sorry, there was a bit of a delay and I kept you waiting for a long time."
"It's okay, this is what we should do." The airport pick-up staff said with a smile on his face, "It's my honor to meet Teacher Fang. Teacher Fang, are you the only one here?"
"Yes, I rushed here as soon as I finished filming. Are we going to the hotel or the show crew now?"
"The leader said he would take you to the hotel and start recording at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. I will pick you up then."
More than half an hour later, Fang Jing arrived at the hotel. He didn't sleep after taking a shower. He took out his notebook and started revising the script. He had had the story given by Fu Xiaotang for some time, so he tried to turn it into a script during his free time.
He had watched several clips of "The Flashing Girl" in his previous life, and restored the plot to the best of his memory.
The next morning, after eating, I came to the program set. Wang Sulong and Wang Yuan were already there, but he was the last to arrive.
"You guys are here quite early." Fang Jing checked the time and saw that there were still fifteen minutes left before the recording started.
Wang Sulong took a carton of milk and drank: "I just arrived. Wang Yuan and Yu Wenwen arrived early. I don't know when they arrived."
"The stupid bird flies first, and it won't work until it's early." Wang Yuan scratched his head and smiled, "You are all so good, if you don't work hard, I will be eliminated."
Seeing Fang Jing looking at her, Yu Wenwen said: "I came late to avoid being accused of being a big deal, so I had to come early."
"Pfft! Cough cough cough." Milk spurted out of Chen Yihan's mouth and he hurriedly wiped his mouth with paper.
Wang Yuan was embarrassed. Really, what nonsense were you talking about? The three of them were juniors among the few people. They definitely couldn't come later than Fang Jing, Wang Sulong and others. It would be terrible if someone said they didn't respect their seniors.
But they didn't know when Fang Jing would come, so they could only go to the scene 40 to 50 minutes in advance and sit down.
When he came to sit next to Yu Wenwen, Fang Jing smiled and said: "Not bad, you know how to be flexible."
In the past, Yu Wenwen had an aloof personality and couldn't get along with most people. At that time, Fang Jing also concluded that she would have a hard time becoming a star in the future. In just one year, she has changed a lot, and it seems that she has been severely beaten by society.
"Bah bang bang!" I don't know when the director appeared, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention to him.
"Everyone is here. I know you are pressed for time, so get ready to start recording."
While talking, the director glanced at Fang Jing. Due to filming reasons, Fang Jing could only take the whole morning off and had to rush back at noon. His scene was moved to the afternoon.
Because of accommodating one person, the entire program team changed the time and scheduled the recording in the morning instead of the original one in the afternoon.
There is no way, who is Fang Jing, the uncle, or the investor’s father?
Each returned to the area, Fang Jing, Wang Sulong, Chen Yihan, Zeng Yike went to the middle area, Yu Wenwen and Liang Bo went to the upper area, and Hot Dog Wang Yuan went to the lower area.
"The rules of this issue are that the lower zone challenges the middle zone, and the middle zone challenges the upper zone."
As the robot voice announced, Fang Jing looked at Wang Sulong with a smile on his face, "Didn't you say you wanted to challenge me last time? It's a pity that you didn't do it."
With a dry cough, Wang Sulong forced himself to calm down, "There will be a day like this, don't worry, I won't let go."
Huh! Chen Yihan and Zeng Yike breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Fortunately, these two great masters had anal sex. With their two tempers, they must have rushed upward.
There are only two people in the upper district. If Fang Jing and Wang Sulong choose, they will only face Wang Yuan and Hot Dog from the lower district.
In the upper area, Liang Bo shook off the sweat on his palms. Deep down in his heart, he was looking forward to Fang Jing but also a little scared.
"Brother Hot Dog, I'm going first, come on."
Wang Yuan from the lower district chose Fang Jing first, which was shocking. I have to say that young people are just tough.
Liang Bo didn't say anything. He gave Wang Yuan a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart. Even he didn't dare to fuck Fang Jing, so Wang Yuan went up in a daze.
Now, once Fang Jing has competed with Wang Yuan, he can no longer compete with him. He has lost one of his biggest opponents, leaving only Wang Sulong in the middle zone.
…
On the stage, Wang Yuan sang a self-composed song that no one in the world could really relate to. The song was much more mature than the last time he sang it. It was obvious that he had worked hard in private.
But everyone looked at him with pitiful eyes. It was hard to choose Fang Jing. If he had chosen Chen Yihan, Zeng Yike still had a chance to win.
Two minutes early, Fang Jing walked to the aisle and waited. Wang Yuan came down and gave him a hug, encouraging him: "Well done, very good."
"Haha, I came here just to prove myself. Brother Fang Jing, you are my idol. I am very happy to challenge you. It doesn't matter if you lose. Don't let me."
Patting the kid on the shoulder, Fang Jing sighed. Others of Wang Yuan's age were probably still in high school and couldn't bear to win against him.
Backstage, several people stared at the monitor, looking forward to the song Fang Jing would sing next. If it was on the same level as the previous episode, then they wouldn't have to compete.
This is the kind of song you play at the beginning. What will be the quality of the song at the end?
Fang Jing came on stage, and when he was ready, he nodded to the sound teacher. The sad and sad guitar sound slowly sounded, and a few seconds later it came to the piano with a sad rhythm. There was also a cello in between. For a moment, it was hard to tell what it was.
style music.
Ancient style or folk song? Wang Sulong couldn't tell. He only saw the name "Firework Yi Leng" in big characters on the screen behind Fang Jing.
"The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door"
"Shame on the world"
"The dream turns cold and passes through my life"
"A few more love debts"
"The pain goes straight to a broken lamp"
…
Simple background music, desolate and ethereal singing, the whole place was silent, and the scene where singing was like telling a story was back.
After listening to the first few words, the singers in the background felt nervous, and they were in an ancient style. They originally thought that Fang Jing singing with a guitar was at his peak, but now it seems that without a guitar it is really scary.
Could this be the legendary person who plays the guitar with residual health and holds the microphone with full health? While a few people were thinking wildly, Fang Jing had already sang the chorus.
"It rains heavily in my old hometown and the vegetation is deep"
"I hear you are always alone"
"mottled city gate"
"Covered by the roots of old trees"
“What echoes on the stone slabs is wait.”
"It rains heavily in my old hometown and the vegetation is deep"