Chapter 99 I Can Only Sing Songs I Wrote!

The Shonan Satellite TV Building is located in the most prosperous area in the center of Shonan. Standing up from the ground in the center, it looks so mighty.

Is this the building?

This is the first time I have seen such a large building with my own eyes!

call!

This building is fine!

When Lu Yuan got out of the car and looked up to see this towering satellite TV building, he couldn't help being shocked to show his respect.

Standing under this building, no matter how you look at it, you feel extremely small.

Like ants.

"Director Lu, hurry up, put this on quickly..."

"what?"

"This puppy headgear, is it okay? I carefully prepared it for you..."

"I'm going to wear this thing now?" Lu Yuan was taken aback.

"Yeah, except for individual rehearsals and in the room, you have to wear it at other times. The program needs it..."

"This……"

Lu Yuan took the headgear that Liu Shuyao brought from the back seat, feeling inexplicably complicated.

You have to wear it at other times, how can you stand it?

I'm not Spiderman!

Is it necessary to be so cheating to participate in a show?

"Hurry up, Director Lu, put it on quickly, those paparazzi reporters are coming soon..." Liu Shuyao hurriedly urged after seeing a few figures running over not far away.

"Okay... okay." Lu Yuan thought for a while, anyway, he put on the mask and headgear after about two days.

At first he thought the mask was heavy, but after putting it on, Lu Yuan realized that it was just right and did not affect his breathing. It seemed that it was made of a relatively light material.

It seems quite humane.

"Director Lu,

After wearing it, no matter what questions people ask you, you don’t have to say anything, I will handle everything for you, you just need to stand up, well, this is the responsibility of my agent! "

"Oh...OK, thank you." Lu Yuan nodded.

Just when Lu Yuan put on the mask and was about to adjust the position of the headgear, a group of excited reporters and a group of screaming fans who didn't know who they were suddenly rushed over...

"Hello, audience friends. Now I am at the foot of the Shonan Building. Next, we will welcome the last contestant in our "Crossover Masked Singer" competition. Come on, follow my footsteps and let's go explore and see if we can win." Can't reveal a little bit of secrets..."

"Hello, what is your occupation? Why did you join this program?"

"Hi Shuyao, can you tell me more or less about the origin of your singer?"

"Hello, Mr. Dog, can you tell me about your impression of Shonan Satellite TV? What is your occupation?"

"What's your occupation? Are you an actor? Are you married? Is your lover Ye a person in the circle?"

"Hi, may I ask... are you from the mainland or Taiwan?"

"Are you a draft singer?"

"What's your name, please..."

"..."

"..."

After Lu Yuan faced all kinds of questions from the reporters, he just remained silent after listening to Liu Shuyao's words.

To be honest, even if he asked him to answer, he didn't know how to answer.

do not adapt.

The light from the camera made him uncomfortable, and he couldn't keep his eyes open. At the same time, he felt that his eyes were dry, so he quickly blocked them with his hands.

To be honest, although it is not the first time he has experienced this kind of battle, he is still not quite used to it.

Always feel very uncomfortable.

It seems that I was not born this material.

"Hi everyone, I can't reveal too much about the identity of my Mr. Dog singer. The only thing I can reveal is that he is an existence I admire very much. Well, he is also very popular in the entertainment industry. Oh, yes , he sings very well, he can be said to be a singer, his songs are more vicissitudes and inspirational, and... ah, I can't reveal too much, so that's it, see you on stage!" Liu Shuyao said He showed a pretty smile to the camera, then stuck out his tongue cutely when he realized that he had talked too much, and led Lu Yuan into the building under the questioning of the group of reporters.

The security of the building stopped the group of reporters, who looked at each other in blank dismay.

"The first message, vicissitudes of inspirational singer?"

"It's probably very old! At least about forty years old!"

"Yes, I also think he is very old, he should be in his forties..."

"Maybe a grassroots singer?"

"Grassroots singers are famous in the circle?"

"It doesn't seem to be..."

"By the way, how many vicissitudes of inspirational singers are there that are popular in the entertainment industry?"

"It seems that there are quite a lot..."

"Is it a professional singer?"

"No, this is the program "Crossover Masked Singer". It is definitely not a professional singer, it should be an amateur singer."

"Yes, can you guess it?"

"I can't guess, but just listening to his songs, I can tell who he is just by listening to his voice, as long as he is famous in the circle!"

"right."

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Originally, Liu Shuyao was going to take Lu Yuan to wander around the city in southern Hunan, and take him to eat local stinky tofu, but Lu Yuan finally refused.

Nonsense, wearing a hood mask to go out, even if the mouth is exposed when eating is inconvenient, and Lu Yuan himself is tired after so many trips, and he has no energy to go out to eat.

So he went back to the hotel and had a good night's sleep.

Nothing to say all night.

The next day, it began to rain lightly throughout southern Shonan.

Lu Yuan got up around six o'clock and looked at the light rain dripping outside the house.

In the distance, there are row upon row of high-rise buildings, standing in the city with a radius of hundreds of miles. From a distance, countless vehicles are coming and going...

It's not a bad morning.

But Lu Yuan always felt that something was wrong, as if he felt a completely different change from a few months ago.

What is the difference?

Lu Yuan fell into deep thought.

After thinking for a few minutes, when he subconsciously touched his pocket, he realized that something was different.

He took out his cigarette and lit it silently.

The person is still the same person, but the number of smoking has been much less.

It's hard to imagine that he, who usually takes one pack a day, seems to have only smoked two or three cigarettes from yesterday to today, and I don't know why it's becoming more and more unpleasant to smoke.

As soon as Lu Yuan smokes, he thinks of the plot of "The Vagabond". When he thinks of the plot, the desperate scene of the protagonist "Wang Jiaming" twitching and rolling on the ground emerges in Lu Yuan's mind...

Lu Yuan shook his head, took three or four puffs and then extinguished the cigarette butt. Although his body wanted to smoke, his mind seemed to be imprisoned.

The whole person is inexplicably contradictory.

The plot of "The Wanderer" came to his mind.

This "Wanderer" should be my first and last movie, and I will try my best to play it well.

No matter what the ending is, as long as there are no regrets.

It can be regarded as adding some color to my farewell.

I waved my hand without taking a single cloud with me.

Lu Yuan suddenly thought of this poem, and then slightly raised his head to look at the sky at forty-five degrees, his face became serious, with one hand slightly behind his back, looking like a literati...

In fact, I am also quite culturally accomplished.

Lu Yuan fell into the stinky fart of self-indulgence...

It's a pity that Lu Yuan's self-pretense can never last for a second, and the moment he was immersed in the state of substituting himself into the state of a literati and poet, there was a knock on the door outside the room, interrupting Lu Yuan's self-pretense.

Lu Yuan was helpless.

What are you doing this early in the morning?

Someone came so early?

When he looked outside through the cat's eyes, he saw Liu Shuyao outside.

He opens the door.

"Hee hee, good morning Director Lu."

"morning."

"Let's have breakfast."

"So early?"

"Yeah, your rehearsal is very tight today, you need to help you get in shape early so you can go on stage tomorrow, oh, this time it's a live broadcast without any editing at all, so you'd better not make any mistakes, or you will lose weight." What about points... Director Lu, are you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous..." Lu Yuan shook his head.

He didn't take it seriously.

He doesn't even feel any tension.

Go on stage and sing a song and that's it. After the singing is over, go back and continue filming...

How do you care about his business in the end.

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After breakfast, Liu Shuyao immediately took Lu Yuan to practice.

The program team arranged for Lu Yuan a music instructor named Chen Ming.

This is a middle-aged man with hair dyed forgiveness green and wearing white glasses.

Lu Yuan felt that this person looked a little exaggerated, and at the same time carried a little bit of arrogance.

In short, when Lu Yuan walked in, he always looked at Lu Yuan with a little bit of disapproval and contempt.

Chen Ming looked at Lu Yuan and shook his head.

Another layman...

It's hard to hide the disdain in my heart.

He used to be a singer, and he used to be an original singer. He was also a little heavenly king in the mainland more than ten years ago.

Later, he left the music scene for half a year due to illness, and when he returned to the music scene half a year later, he found that his luck was gone.

The music scene is changing with each passing day, countless talented singers are on stage, and countless wandering groups dominate the screen...

Although he also released an album later, and the album sales were not bad, but after all, it gradually went downhill.

In the past ten years, the entire Chinese music scene has undergone tremendous changes. New singers appear every day, and every day there are powerful little fresh meat dominating the screen.

Although he worked very hard, his performance was getting worse day by day, and finally he became a marginal figure in the music scene.

Apart from the occasional introduction of him in the Huaxia music scene, no one on the Internet knows who he is now.

Even so, the arrogance in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, and his temper is getting weirder and weirder. If it wasn't for the manager to come here to help train the crossover newcomers today, he wouldn't even watch this kind of show!

He felt it was an insult.

Little fresh meat, traffic stars, directors, and even screenwriters can sing. Isn't this an insult to the music industry?

It was these people who ruined the music scene and made it impossible for talented singers to really sing!

What a disgusting time it is!

So he didn't like Lu Yuan when he heard someone introduce him as a director when Lu Yuan came in.

He doesn't watch movies and rarely listens to popular songs.

He stubbornly feels that the songs on the market are all rubbish.

"You are Lu Yuan?"

"Yes."

"The director of "Buried Alive"? A young man who has become popular recently?"

"Cough, cough, okay..." Lu Yuan was modest.

"I don't care how popular or powerful you were before, but you have to remember one thing in front of me, you are just a newcomer, you are not qualified to put on any pomp."

"okay."

"Brother Chen, Director Lu is..."

"Go away, no one can interrupt in my class!"

Seeing that Chen Ming's attitude towards Lu Yuan was not good, Liu Shuyao quickly stood up and wanted to remind her, but was interrupted roughly by Chen Ming.

Chen Ming is uncomfortable looking at anyone now.

They are all a bunch of waste who rely on their faces to make a living.

Liu Shuyao was so interrupted and suffocated that her face turned red, and she became inexplicably angry.

Why is this man like this? How can the program team invite such a person?

She was about to come over to remind Chen Ming that Lu Yuan is actually a singer, a great singer, but Lu Yuan shook his head at her, telling her not to do anything.

Then she fell silent.

"You smell like cigarettes, do you smoke?"

"Um."

"From today until the end of the game, you are not allowed to smoke."

"okay."

"Okay, can you play the guitar?"

"know a little……"

"Play it for me, and let me see your skills."

"Oh."

Chen Ming handed the guitar to Lu Yuan, then narrowed his eyes.

Lu Yuan took the guitar, hesitated for a moment, and then played "Night", which is still popular in this world.

"Snapped!"

"That shit doesn't make sense, what are you playing, doesn't the guitar need to be tuned?" But just a few minutes after playing, I heard Chen Ming pat the table next to him and stare at Lu Yuan.

"Then I'll adjust it again..." Lu Yuan looked at Chen Ming, then took a breath and started tuning. He thought the guitar was already tuned.

"Forget it, don't tune it for now, you can sing Chen Jinhong's "In the Mood for Love" first and let me hear how your voice is."

"Huh? "In the Mood for Love"?" Lu Yuan was taken aback when he heard this strange name.

"Yes! Let me listen to the voice of an orgasm..."

"I don't know..." Lu Yuan shook his head, he had never heard this song before, how could he?

"Then Li Yong's "Forever Youth"." Chen Ming stared at Lu Yuan.

"I won't either..." Lu Yuan raised his head in a daze.

"Zhou Xian's "Lonely Song"!" Chen Ming's eyes were slightly unkind, and he even narrowed his eyes.

"Neither... can I listen to it first?"

"Chen Hong's "Farewell"!"

"Won't……"

"You can't do this, you can't do that, then what do you know... Are you really a singer or a troublemaker!" Chen Ming was angry.

He felt that Lu Yuan was a thorn in his side.

Is there anyone who can't sing these famous songs?

Come here to argue?

"I can only sing the songs I wrote." Lu Yuan looked up at Chen Ming slightly, helplessly.

He's really not messing around.

It's just that he really doesn't know these songs.

"What!" There was a hint of sarcasm in Chen Ming's eyes, and he even showed a disdainful smile unabashedly, "You can't even crawl, so you want to fly?"

His impression of Lu Yuan was extremely bad.

"Maybe you can fly by yourself?" Lu Yuan looked at Chen Ming!

"Okay, I'll watch how you fly today and sing the songs you wrote! I'll listen!"