Chapter 100: I can only sing the songs I wrote! (First update, four thousand words

The Shonan Satellite TV Building is located in the most prosperous area in the center of Shonan. It seems that it is not powerful to stand up in the center.
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 and saw this towering satellite TV building, he was shocked to show respect.
Standing under this building, no matter how you look at it, you feel that you are extremely small.
Just like an ant.
"Director Lu, come on, put on this..."
"what?"
"This puppy dog ​​headgear, okay? I carefully prepared it for you..."
"Do I wear this stuff now?" Lu Yuan was taken aback.
"Yes, except for rehearsal alone and in the room without wearing it, you have to wear it all the time, you need it for the show..."
"This……"
Lu Yuan took the headgear Liu Shuyao had brought from the back seat, feeling a little complicated in his heart.
I have to wear it at other times. How can I stand this?
I'm not Spiderman!
Is it so cheating to participate in a show?
"Quickly, Director Lu, put it on, the group of paparazzi reporters are coming soon..." Liu Shuyao hurriedly urged after seeing a few figures running over not far away.
"Okay... OK." Lu Yuan thought about it for a while, anyway, he put on the mask and headgear after only two days.
At first he thought the headgear of the mask was quite heavy, but after it was put on, Lu Yuan realized that it was just right, and it didn't affect his breathing. It seemed that it was made of a lighter material.
It seems quite humane.
"Director Lu, after putting it on, no matter what questions others ask you, you don't have to say anything. I will take care of everything for you. You just have to stand. Well, this is the responsibility of my agent!"
"Oh... well, thank you." Lu Yuan nodded.
Just as Lu Yuan just put on his mask and just wanted to adjust the position of his headgear, suddenly a bunch of excited reporters and a bunch of fans screaming and wondering who they were...
"Hello, audience friends, now I am at the foot of the Shonan Building. Next, we will welcome the last contestant in the "Cross-Boundary Masked Singer" competition. Quickly, follow my footsteps and we will explore and see Can't uncover a little secret..."
"Hello, what is your career? Why did you participate in this show?"
"Hello Shuyao, can you tell me more or less what is the origin of your singer?"
"Hello Mr. Gougou, can you tell me your impression of Shonan TV? What kind of occupation do you do?"
"What occupation are you? Are you an actor? Are you married? Is your love a figure in the circle?"
"Hello, are you... from the mainland or from Taiwan?"
"Are you a talented artist?"
"May I ask what your name is..."
"..."
"..."
Lu Yuan was silent when he heard Liu Shuyao's words after facing the reporter's various questions.
Seriously, even if he asked him to answer, he didn't know how to answer.
Not adapted.
The light from the camera made him uncomfortable, making him unable to open his eyes. At the same time, he felt that his eyes were very dry, so he quickly blocked it with his hand.
To be honest, although he has not experienced this kind of battle for the first time, he is still not quite used to it.
I always feel very uncomfortable.
It seems that I am not born with this material.
"Hello everyone, I can’t reveal too much about my identity as a singer of Mr. Doggo. The only thing I can reveal is that he is an existence I admire very much. Well, it’s also very popular in the entertainment industry. Oh, yes. , He sings very well, it can be said that he is a singer, his songs are more vicissitudes of life and inspiration, and... ah, I can't reveal too much, let's see you on stage!" Liu Shuyao A pretty smiling face was shown to the camera, and then when he realized that he had said a little too much, he stuck out his tongue cutely, and then led Lu Yuan into the building under the questioning of this group of reporters.
The security of the building stopped the group of reporters, who looked at each other.
"The first message, an inspirational singer of vicissitudes?"
"I'm probably very old! At least forty years old!"
"Yes, I also think he is very old, he should be in his forties..."
"Maybe a grassroots singer?"
"Grassroots singer is famous in the circle?"
"It doesn't seem to be..."
"By the way, how many inspirational singers are there in the entertainment industry?"
"It seems quite a lot..."
"Are you a professional singer?"
"No, this is the "Cross-Boundary Masked Singer" program. It is definitely not a professional singer. It should be an amateur."
"Yes, can you guess?"
"Can't guess, but just listen to his songs. I can tell who he is as long as I listen to people's voices, as long as I have some reputation in the circle!"
"Correct."
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Originally, Liu Shuyao planned to take Lu Yuan to stroll around the city in southern Hunan and take him to eat the local stinky tofu, but Lu Yuan finally refused.
Nonsense, it is inconvenient to go out with a headgear and mask, even if his mouth is exposed when eating, 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 slept well.
No words for a night.
The next day it rained lightly throughout Shonan.
Lu Yuan got up at about six o'clock and looked at the drizzle outside the house.
In the distance, there are row upon row of high-rise buildings, towering in this city hundreds of miles around, looking from a distance, countless cars are coming and going...
This is a pretty good morning.
But Lu Yuan always felt that something was wrong, and seemed to feel that he had undergone a completely different change from a few months ago.
What's the difference?
Lu Yuan fell into deep thought.
After thinking for a few minutes, when he subconsciously touched his pocket, he knew what was different.
Take out the smoke and click on it silently.
The person remains the same, but the number of cigarettes has been reduced a lot.
It's hard to imagine that he usually smoked a pack of cigarettes a day from yesterday to today. He seems to have only smoked two or three cigarettes, and he doesn't know why it is becoming more and more unpleasant.
When Lu Yuan smokes, he thinks of the plot of "The Wanderer". When he thinks of the plot, Lu Yuan's mind shows the desperate scene of the protagonist "Wang Jiaming" constantly twitching and rolling on the ground...
Lu Yuan shook his head, took three or four puffs, and then squeezed out the cigarette butt. Although his body wanted to take it down, he seemed to be imprisoned in his mind.
The whole person is inexplicably contradictory.
The plot of "The Wanderer" appeared in his mind.
This "Wanderer" should be my first and last movie, and I will try my best to act it well.
Regardless of the ending, as long as there is no regret.
It can be regarded as adding a bit of color to my farewell.
I waved, not taking away a cloud.
Lu Yuan suddenly thought of this poem, and then slightly raised his head forty-five degrees and looked towards the sky, his expression on his face became serious and serious, with one hand slightly behind his back, he looked like a literati poem...
In fact, I am also quite culturally accomplished.
Lu Yuan fell into a narcissistic ass...
It's a pity that Lu Yuan's self-pretending will never last for a second. The moment he was immersed in the state of substituting himself into a literati poker, a knock on the door interrupted Lu Yuan's self-pretending.
Lu Yuan was helpless.
What is this early in the morning?
Come here so early?
When he followed the cat's eyes to see outside, he saw Liu Shuyao outside.
He opened the door.
"Hehe, Director Lu is early."
"early."
"Let's have breakfast."
"So early?"
"Yeah, today your rehearsal is very tight. I have to help you find the status early and get on stage tomorrow. Oh, this time there is no editing at all in the whole live broadcast, so you'd better not make any mistakes, otherwise it will reduce you. How about... Director Lu, are you nervous?"
"Not nervous..." Lu Yuan shook his head.
He was somewhat disapproving.
He didn't even feel any tension.
Sing a song on stage and it's over. After singing, go back and continue filming...
How did you care about him?
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After breakfast, Liu Shuyao immediately took Lu to training.
The program team arranged for Lu Yuan a music instructor named Chen Ming.
This is a middle-aged man with hair dyed forgive green and wearing white glasses.
Lu Yuan felt that this person looked a little ostentatious, 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 disapproval and contempt.
Chen Ming watched Lu Yuan shook his head.
Another layman...
It's hard to hide the disdain in my heart.
He used to be a singer, and used to be an original singer. He was also a little king in the mainland more than ten years ago.
Later, he temporarily left the music scene due to illness for half a year, and when he returned to the music scene half a year later, he found that his fortune was gone.
The music scene is changing with each passing day, countless powerful singers are on stage, countless wandering groups dominate the screen...
Although he also released albums later, the album sales were not bad, but after all, he gradually went downhill.
Over the past ten years, the entire Chinese music scene has changed tremendously, with new singers appearing every day, and every day there are powerful little fresh meats.
Although he worked hard, he got worse every day, and finally became a marginal figure in the music scene.
Except for the occasional introduction of him in the Chinese music scene, no one knows who he is on the Internet.
Even so, his arrogance in his heart is getting more and more vigorous, and his temper is getting more and more weird. If he was not an agent today, or if he asked him to help train new crossovers, he would not have watched this kind of show!
He felt it was an insult.
Xiao Xianrou, traffic stars, directors, and even screenwriters can sing. Isn’t this an insult to the music scene?
It is these people who have ruined the music scene and prevented powerful singers from singing!
This is really a disgusting time!
So when Lu Yuan came in, he didn't like Lu Yuan when he heard someone introduce Lu Yuan as a director.
He doesn't watch movies and rarely listens to pop songs.
He stubbornly felt that the songs on the market now are groaning rubbish.
"Are you Lu Yuan?"
"Yes."
"The director of "Buried Alive"? A young man who has been hot recently?"
"Cough, cough, okay..." Lu Yuan was humble.
"I don't care how hot and powerful you were before, but you have to remember one thing in front of me, you are just a newcomer, and you are not qualified to show any style."
"okay."
"Brother Chen, Director Lu is..."
"You go, no one can interrupt in my class!"
Seeing that Chen Ming's attitude towards Lu Yuan was not good, Liu Shuyao quickly stood up to remind him, but then was roughly interrupted by Chen Ming.
Chen Ming is uncomfortable looking at anyone now.
They are all wastes who rely on their faces to make food.
Liu Shuyao was blushing as a result of being interrupted by such an interruption, and she was inexplicably angry.
Why is this man like this? How does the program team invite such people?
She was about to come over to remind Chen Ming that Lu Yuan was actually a singer, a great singer, but Lu Yuan shook his head at her and told her not to do anything.
Then she fell silent.
"You smell of smoke, did you smoke?"
"Ok."
"No smoking is allowed from today until the end of the game."
"okay."
"Well, do you know how to play guitar?"
"know a little……"
"Play it to 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 a song "Night" which is still popular in this world.
"Snapped!"
"Shit shit, what are you playing? Doesn't the guitar need to be tuned?" But after just a few minutes of playing, I heard Chen Ming pat the table next to him and stared at Lu Yuan.
"Then I will re-adjust..." Lu Yuan looked at Chen Ming, and then sighed slightly and started tuning. He thought the guitar was already tuned.
"Forget it, don't tune it, you sing a song "In the Mood for Love" by Chen Jinhong and let me hear how your voice is."
"Huh? "In the Mood for Love"?" Lu Yuan was taken aback when he heard the strange name.
"Yes! Here is the climax of the voice I heard..."
"I won't..." Lu Yuan shook his head. He hadn't heard this song before. How could he?
"Then Li Yong's "Youth Forever"." Chen Ming stared at Lu Yuan.
"Neither will I..." Lu Yuan looked up blankly.
"Zhou Xian's "Lonely Song"!" Chen Ming's eyes were a little bad, and he even narrowed his eyes.
"Nor... let me listen first?"
"Chen Hong's "Farewell"!"
"will not……"
"You can't do that, so what will you do... Do you really sing or make trouble!" Chen Ming was angry.
He felt that Lu Yuan was just a thorn.
Does anyone know how to sing these famous songs?
Come here to lift the bar?
"I can only sing the songs I wrote." Lu Yuan looked up at Chen Ming slightly, helpless.
He really didn't make trouble.
It's just that he really doesn't know these songs.
"What!" There was a hint of sarcasm in Chen Ming's eyes, and even a disdainful smile appeared unabashedly "I can't even climb, I want to fly?"
His impression of Lu Yuan was extremely bad.
"Maybe it can fly by itself?" Lu Yuan looked at Chen Ming!
"Okay, I'll see how you fly today, you sing the song you wrote! I listen!"