The Idol Group and the Crown

The advantage of not having an exam for the time being is that his time can be much more relaxed.

Huo Jian used to sleep at twelve o'clock every day from 4:30, but now he doesn't have the task of practicing male group dance.

He still allocated time according to the previous schedule, and went to the multimedia room while waiting for Saturday to arrive.

When entering the door, several trainees secretly opened the window to smoke, and when he came, he waved his hand symbolically, and did not intend to hide it.

Huo Jian picked a well-ventilated position and put on headphones to search for documentaries and talk shows.

Many association entries jumped out one after another, and the star movie star had it all.

In the front row, there are trainees quietly playing cs, and the mouse knocks frequently on the desktop.

Huo Jian looked at a few lines of video listings, his eyes stopped on a familiar name.

[Interview with Mei Heng]: From Selling Fish Lang to Top King

He stopped breathing for two seconds and clicked on the video.

The interview program was recorded two or three years ago, and the picture quality is not very clear. There are still some cards in the first few minutes.

"Right and right, burst his head!"

"Hey, will you?"

Huo Jian turned up his voice a bit and curled up next to the wall to watch the interview.

He wanted to understand the path taken by other seniors.

The picture begins with a brief introduction to the characters.

Mei Heng was still selling fish on the street when he was fifteen. After being spotted by scouts, he strayed into the business. He made his debut with the album the following year, and burst into popularity.

He had a handsome face when he was young, and now he is well maintained.

He became famous as a young man, and his four albums consolidated his position one after another, which allowed him to open a personal concert at Shidu Stadium at the age of eighteen.

A variety of criticisms and rumors followed.

The media catches the wind and catches the shadow, rumor has it that he is a drug addict to find creative inspiration, holding the needle eye on the back of his hand as iron proof.

The female entertainer publicly stated that he had frequent hair color and emotional harassment for text messages, and even refused to apologize even if the honorary case was lost.

Car accident door, Yange door, plagiarism door, he has been in the art for more than 20 years, standing on the cusp of fame and fortune and controversy, still with a calm posture and a warm smile.

Huo Jian vaguely felt that the air conditioner was a little cold and wrapped his jacket tightly and continued to look down.

He is very curious about these things, and wants to hear the confession and analysis of the king in front of the camera.

Mei Heng was thirty-four years old when recording the show, but his skin was well maintained, and he looked like a young man in his early twenties.

"When I first entered the business, I didn't actually think about anything artistic." He smiled a little ashamedly. "My parents all do small businesses at home. I miss them. I just want to make an early debut to make money. Some can share some."

He sat next to the host, slowly telling his story.

How to be appreciated unexpectedly, how to write songs and compose all night.

He was in a car accident when he was red, and his best friend died soon after suffering a serious illness.

The song mv and awards clips are interspersed with play. The narration tells about his broken records and the awards he has received over the years. The long ones seem to never be reported.

Mei Heng led the staff to visit his studio and showed them the manuscripts left over ten years ago.

Piles of piles are like Baishan, with creative ideas marked next to the staff, and the paper is slightly yellowed.

Huo Jian looked a bit indifferent in the first ten minutes, and began to empathize unconsciously, empathizing with him.

"Actually...everyone is eager to burst into red overnight."

"Some people are in luck, some people have a lot of accumulation, and different people have different ways of living."

Mei Heng's voice was gentle, with a kind of indifference after reading Qianfan.

"Famousness and qualifications are actually very fictitious, so fragrant that it can be popular all over the country today, and no one will be interested tomorrow."

"Only works and strength are true."

The host smiled and said: "But now the craze for stars is sweeping, more and more young people are eager to realize their dreams through the stage."

"Some may just blindly follow the trend, and some children are working hard, but they may not necessarily get the results they want."

"For them, do you have anything to say?"

The man pondered for a moment and looked at the camera again.

Huo Jian subconsciously stepped back a bit, as if he was looking directly at him in the illusion.

Mei Heng reviewed the many ups and downs of his life in the first forty minutes, and the expression at this moment was nostalgic and relieved.

He paused for a few seconds before speaking, and his voice contained power.

"You will continue to move forward on the basis of fatigue and pain."

"You have to choose against the criticism and slander."

"You want to be the only light."

Huo Jian froze for a long time, and did not close the webpage until the cast of the cast was finished.

A few lines of characters seemed to be suddenly nailed into his brain, clearly carved.

He sat in his place for a while, and suddenly he could perceive the secret emotions that had always been deep in his heart.

Longing, anxious, dazed, ambitious.

The fine emotions intertwine and sink, making his throat dumb.

When returning to the instrument room, Bo Jue just picked the score here, holding several books in his hand.

He glanced at the sound of footsteps and curiously said, "How come you came early?"

Huo Jian pointed to the instrument hall not far away: "I'm curious about them, I want to see them."

Bo Jue smiled and understood his thoughts: "Want to learn something else at the same time?"

Huo Jian is afraid of his misunderstanding: "I will practice the piano well and it should not be delayed."

"No, thanks for telling me about your affairs." Bo Ju pulled him in and pulled his waist and hair around his wrists, itchy like a willow branch.

The instrument hall does have everything, and as long as you write an application form with the staff at the door, you can lead it to practice.

"Try it all first?" Bo Ju said generously: "You are very suitable for learning musical instruments, and I am comfortable teaching, I don't have to worry about anything else at this time."

Huo Jian was very curious about this place before. He wiped his hands with a wet tissue and touched it the same.

In addition to the conventional instrument such as the guitar bass violin, folk music and western music are also equipped with a lot.

The flute, flute, yueqin and guzheng are put together, and there are also single oboe cello snare drummer organs.

He tentatively plucked the guitar string twice and looked at Bo Jue curiously: "What else do you want?"

Bo Jue's long hair turned back into a proud little swan: "Anything."

"I don't believe it," Huo Jian surprised. "There are at least a dozen instruments here."

Bo Jue embraced the guitarist in his face and tuned his guitar. Erlang started to play classical jazz as soon as his legs were curled. A curtain of long hair fell like a waterfall. His **** turned into flamenco again, imitating the rough style of Spain. The most wonderful.

After the guitar was hung, he picked up a violin at random, raised his hand and began to play "Flying Bee", the dense notes were played on the palm, and there was no mistake of rushing up and down.

Then there are the wooden flute and erhu, the nail puffs are worn again and again, and the pipa, the glorious plucking of the ten-faced ambush, the sounds are scattered, with the blood and strength of the man, he repeats all the killings of Zhou Xuan, and hears several The trainees of Qinfang came to watch.

After a long stretch of play, the little swan pinched his long hair behind his ears, pretending to be cold and alienated: "Little meaning, nothing."

The trainee applauded next to the circle: "Awesome!!! Even the pipa plays so well!"

Bo Jue sent them away in two or three sentences, turned to help Huo Jian hang the instrument back, his eyes with a little pride.

"Actually, I haven't practiced for two years.

Xiao Huo respectfully bowed his head respectfully: "It's really too strong. I've never seen anyone with so many musical instruments."

"Hey," Bo Jue was a little sad to hear this, and mumbled: "But Xie Liyun understands more musical instruments than me, and he will play shamisen."

Huo Jian blinked, thinking he had misheard.

"But I still have an essential difference with him." Bo Ju turned his head to draw a clear line, clearing his throat seriously: "I am a performance class, it is commonplace to perform in the Golden Hall, and I can sing and dance more freely than him."

"Xie Lianyun is mainly...a miscellaneous learner."

"It's very special."

Huo Jian helped paved the steps very consciously: "You played the guitar just now, and you seem to have changed several styles."

"That's it." Bo Ju changed the subject with a smile: "I don't necessarily have time to teach you these things, but you can also follow the video."

Huo Jian watched him turn over the show just now, and he was a little bit enthusiastic now.

He made two rounds around the hall and finally picked a novice guitar.

"This one?"

"Okay." Bo Ju helped him to get the registration form: "Let's start with the C chord and try to play and sing next month."

The staff received the ID card registration information, took out the guitar bag to help him install it, and plugged in a capo.

Bo Jue still has to practice the piano. The door of the fixed piano room has long been waiting for several young fans who want to ask him to give one or two pointers.

Huo Jian said goodbye to him in two or three short sentences, back to the dorm with his piano on his back.

As soon as the door was opened, Chi Ji was inside, his eyes greeted brightly: "Huo Huo is back-is this a guitar?"

Xie Lianyun came over and picked it up, unzipped it and looked inside: "Three or four hundred pieces of goods, why don't you get a better one?"

Huo Jian said truthfully: "I haven't practiced it, I'm afraid I'll break it."

"It's really quick to get started, but it hurts when I play." Xie Rianyun touched the cocoon on his index finger and turned his hand to rub Huo Jian's head. How many things are in your little head in these three or four months?"

Chi Ji pulls his clothes corner: "Take care not to mess up."

Huo Jiete let him rub his head obediently, holding the guitar suddenly said: "Is this an advantage for me?"

Do you learn everything fast, and can you learn at the same time?

Xie Lianyun smiled and sipped him: "Did you find out?"

"There is no emotional learning machine like you in spf. Do you find another one for me?"