A song under the sea, depressed the whole network

Chapter 58 How many lungs does Bai Zhu have?
In the end, the music director still read the song written by Bai Zhu.

After all, pain is pain, but as a musician, he has to admit it.

The song written by Bai Zhu is really good!
He has never seen such a monster as Bai Zhu in his life, writing songs is like eating, he can have whatever he wants.

More importantly, every song written, guess what?

Hey!They are all of high quality, not to mention golden songs, but at least they can be regarded as a best-selling level of the year.

He couldn't do this, even his nominal teacher, Yang Tianning, couldn't do it.

After the music director finished reading all the scores that Bai Zhu had given Ji Ge, he sat on the sofa behind him weakly and let out a long breath.

"No wonder Lao Yang admires Bai Zhu so much, this guy is too scary!"

"How about this song? Bai Zhu patted his chest and told me that it's absolutely fine, and I can't understand it either."

Ji Ge didn't sit on the seat, but leaned against the door frame of the recording studio, and suffered a little squeeze in front of him, making him even bigger.

Even though Ji Ge was wearing a slightly looser jacket today, it was still obvious.

"Why do you think Bai Zhu is a human being?"

Without answering Ji Ge's words, the A4 paper in the music director's hand was crumpled up by him, and he couldn't help rubbing his head.

He looked extremely puzzled.

"How can this guy be a human being!"

"He's obviously a monster!"

Seeing the appearance of his music director, Ji Ge couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

She can tell that the durability of her music director is probably used up, but if it is used up, you have to say it!
The mouth can't help urging.

"What the hell is going on with this!"

"What can you do, why are you worried about the song written by Bai Zhu, it's a good song, a good song!"

After experiencing a period of frustration, the music director flattened the crumpled A4 paper in his hand again, and looked at it carefully again.

"The overall composition style of this song is completely in the European and American style, which is different from the creation of many domestic songs. But Baizhu put a lot of effort into the arrangement and lyrics, which greatly increased the difficulty of singing this song. But it makes the song have a very strong domestic style! If you don’t read the song and just listen to the song, it is estimated that few people will be able to feel that this song uses the consistent tune of foreign countries!"

The music director chattered endlessly, and the tone of praise and admiration in his mouth never diminished.

Ji Ge didn't understand many words in the music director's words, but he could vaguely understand one thing from the other party's words.

The song written by Bai Zhu is very complicated and powerful.

"Then it should be fine when it comes to the thank you performance."

"It's not just that there is no problem, if Bai Zhu wants to sing this song, it will definitely blow up the audience!"

While talking, the music director also tried to sing a few lines along the score on the paper.

"Those who bind me with joy, anger, sorrow and joy are no longer baybays!"

"Make mine world your axis!"

"Happy you happy!"

"Sorrow you worry~~"

"O~O~~"

"Suddenly... Cough! Cough cough!!"

"Damn! I almost died! Bai Zhu really wants to sing like that??"

His face turned red due to lack of oxygen, and the music director gasped for breath, his face full of disbelief.

This guy Bai Zhu didn't give himself any time to take a breath, did he?
After trying it once, the music director gave up on trying to sing again.

This song, even for those singers with huge lungs in China, it is very difficult to sing it perfectly, so let me forget it for a half-hearted person.

But at this moment, the music director had only one thought in his mind.

"How many lungs does Baizhu have? Doesn't his lungs cost money?"

"Gan!"

……

On Mancheng Satellite TV, Ji Ge and the music director were still discussing Bai Zhu's songs.

At this time, Bai Zhu was already sitting on the business class of the plane.

Baizhu was penniless when he came here. Although 1 yuan was enough for food and other things, but if he wanted to be a first-class or business class seat, he was thinking of nothing.

And this time when he went back, Bai Zhu finally had some surplus banknotes in his hands, so he could enjoy himself a little bit.

Sitting on the seat, Baizhu was talking with Zhao Qisi on the phone.

According to Bai Zhu's wishes, Zhao Qisi had already bought three boxes of drinks for the little bamboo shoots present and was distributing them to everyone.

Originally, Zhao Qisi wanted to pay the money herself, but how could Bai Zhu agree.

It's true that he wants to make money, but how can he value such a small amount of money from fans.

As he said that, he directly transferred 1 yuan, said that the plane was about to take off, and directly chose to shut down.

It's true that he wants to buy a house, but is it the 1 yuan that Baizhu needs to buy a house? ?
It didn't take too long to get from Mangcheng to Shanghai. The plane started to land in less than two hours.

Walking out of the airport, there are also small bamboo shoots waiting at the gate of Shanghai.

Forty or fifty people surrounded the outside in a mighty manner, holding a portrait of white bamboo in their hands, looking a little ashamed.

Don't think that the number of these fans is small. There are really not many fans who are really free to pick up the plane on weekdays.

Not to mention the hard-won rest time, not lying at home or going out to play, but waiting for someone at the airport.

Usually those idols seem to have a huge number of fans, but which fans are making money and which fans are spending money, who can tell clearly.

Holding hands, Bai Zhu spoke to his fans with a smile on his face, and then, led by the staff arranged by Zhao Sheng, he left here by car.

Sitting in the back row of the Mercedes-Benz, Bai Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

The fans are too enthusiastic, and sometimes they can't stand it, but fortunately, Bai Zhu enjoys the atmosphere.

The most important thing is that these small bamboo shoots of Baizhu are very sensible, they just stand aside to chat with Baizhu to cheer up, or ask for autographs and group photos.

There are basically no crazy people who do things that are too outrageous, which makes Bai Zhu feel a lot easier.

Sure enough, the purified fans have better control, they can take whatever shape they want.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Bai Zhu's face again.

With fans like this, why worry about nothing happening!
When the company's gate arrived, Bai Zhu got out of the car, and the boss Zhao Sheng was waiting downstairs.

"Zhuzi, you are finally back! You have been wronged during this time!"

Without saying a word, after seeing Bai Zhu, Zhao Sheng went up and gave him a bear hug.

"Okay, okay! I said I have nothing to do, Brother Zhao, what are you so excited about!"

With a wry smile on his face, Bai Zhu kept talking.

This time, Zhao Sheng strongly requested the meeting, because he was afraid that the black material some time ago would have too much influence on Bai Zhu.

After all, Bai Zhu had depression, but he had never told Zhao Sheng about it. He knew that it seemed that Bai Zhu went to the hospital by himself in a sneaky way.

"You still have the nerve to say, don't you just tell me if there is a problem! Your brother Zhao sent you three melons and two dates?! As long as it is something that can be settled with money, I can solve it for you! Don't do this in the future!"

Hammering Baizhu's shoulder directly, Zhao Sheng said sternly.

(End of this chapter)