Lian Zong: I work hard but let others get ahead of me

Chapter 31 Of course it is personal experience

Photographer Xiao Li's lens was firmly locked on the scene at this moment, and he did not dare to move for a moment.

The picture now is beautiful and comfortable.

If he didn't have to broadcast live to these two people, he would definitely put the camera in front of him into photo mode.

These two are quite a match.

At this moment, backstage of "Melody of Sakura", director Guo Fan was also looking at the live broadcast room No. 4 in front of him, somewhat thoughtfully.

"How popular is it?" Guo Fan asked the staff aside.

"It's exceeded four million."

Guo Fan nodded and said nothing more.

Among the four live broadcast rooms, it stands to reason that the one with the least popularity should be the No. 4 live broadcast room.

Live broadcast room No. 1 has Bian Yanxian and Shu Mei, both of whom are senior musicians. Although they are behind the scenes, they still have some popularity.

In particular, Shu Mei and Bian Yanxian act very naturally when meeting each other, and their images are very good, so their popularity will not be low.

Jiang Wanfeng in the No. 2 live broadcast room is a very popular little diva, and Yu Taojun is at the peak of his popularity because the original music variety show he participated in just ended, although he is a bit dwarfed by Jiang Wanfeng. , but still very good.

Not to mention No. 3, a top-notch youngster and a big Internet celebrity with high traffic. This is the group that director Guo Fan values ​​the most.

As a result, after these two days of development, the popularity of Live Room No. 4 has become higher and higher.

A not-so-popular girl group singer and an almost amateur singer were able to break through in four live broadcast rooms and reach four million popularity.

It was beyond Guo Fan's expectation.

When Xu Zhe'an was given this script, he thought the effect would be very good, but he did not expect the effect to be so good.

The most important thing is that Guo Fan found that even if there is no script for the next man, Xu Zhe'an seems to get along with the female guests very naturally and even very atmospheric.

Even if we don’t emphasize the so-called lower-level character later, it seems to still have very good effects.

Guo Fan held his chin in thought.

He planned not to interfere because he could see that Xu Zhe'an actually enjoyed it.

let it go.

So he didn't continue reading, but walked aside and took out his mobile phone.

He had to confirm whether the composer's song had been written, and then find an opportunity to hand the song to Xu Zhe'an.

Since Xu Zhe'an has brought so many program effects to the show, Guo Fan must also help him.

In Guo Fan's heart, Xu Zhe'an is still the little transparent singer who can't write songs and has no talent.

"I'm a little tired from playing just now."

Xu Zhe'an and Han Zhilan sat on the beach cushions, blowing the sea breeze, looking at the sea in the distance and started chatting.

"I just played for a long time and made me a little thirsty. It's all you, and you didn't know how to let me go later."

Han Zhilan looked at Xu Zhe'an and hummed.

"I think doing your best in anything is a sign of respect. I respect you, so I didn't give in to you." Xu Zhe'an started to talk nonsense.

"He's talking nonsense again, go and fuck him." Han Zhilan sat on the beach mat with his legs bent, put his hands on his knees, and lightly hit Xu Zhe'an.

Xu Zhe'an turned his head and inadvertently saw Han Zhilan's dry lips.

It looked like he was really thirsty.

"I'll buy you some drinks." Xu Zhe'an stood up, patted his pants and said.

"Okay."

Watching Xu Zhe'an walk away, Han Zhilan noticed the guitar placed on the beach mat, and her expression froze.

Ah, after playing for a long time, I almost forgot what I was going to do today!
Again, no music at all!

"What time is it now?"

Because he didn't have his cell phone with him, Han Zhilan could only ask the photographer on the side.

"It's less than three o'clock in the afternoon."

Hey, it seems still early.

Ahem, let’s play for a while.

Soon, Xu Zhe'an came over wearing beach slippers, but what he held in his hand was not a drink.

Instead, there were three bags, each with half a watermelon in it. "Aren't you buying a drink?" Han Zhilan looked at the watermelon in Xu Zhe'an's hand in surprise and stood up.

"Originally I wanted to buy a drink, but I chose watermelon when I saw one." Xu Zhe'an raised the watermelon in his hand and said with a smile, "I picked this watermelon specially. They are all the ones with few seeds."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry." Han Zhilan quickly called Xu Zhe'an over.

Xu Zhe'an handed the largest half of the watermelon to Han Zhilan, and then handed one of the watermelons to the photographer.

Xiao Li was a little moved and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

But he still waved his hand and wanted to refuse.

"Oh, we can't move even if we stay on the beach mat right now. You just need to keep the camera fixed." Xu Zhe'an directly interrupted Xiao Li's politeness and forced him to give him a watermelon.

"Hey, there's also a spoon."

Then, in front of the camera, the three people began to eat watermelon.

Take a spoon to scoop up a large piece of pulp from the red watermelon, and then put it into your mouth.

In one word, cool!

Xu Zhe'an and Han Zhilan ate watermelon happily on the beach, feeling extremely comfortable.

"I'm so envious, I really want to eat it too."

"Wow, wow, I feel like this show is so happy, I want to film it too."

"I can fall in love with Sister Han, play games, and play in the water. It's like a vacation!"

"I think it's okay for me to be on a show like this. Who doesn't know how to film it?"

"That is to say, so it is easy to make money as a celebrity."

"Wait a minute, is Xu Gou a star?"

"I don't think so."

"plus one."

The barrage showed great envy to the two, no, three people's condition, and even wished they could come over and take their place in person.

Especially while chatting, I suddenly realized that Xu Zhe'an was no different from an ordinary person, and I felt even more unbalanced.

In fact, the selection of guests for this show must at least be handsome guys + good at writing songs. The first condition alone is probably enough to turn away many people.

Feeling the passage of time slowly, Han Zhilan began to chat with Xu Zhe'an while eating watermelon.

We have to talk about music or the day is really over.

"Xu Zhe'an, where do you usually get your inspiration for writing songs?" Han Zhilan asked curiously from the side.

She didn't find any information about Xu Zhe'an before going on the show, so she had never heard any of his songs.

However, Xu Zhe'an said that he had released an original album. Coupled with the accident last night, Han Zhilan felt that Xu Zhe'an sang quite well.

Therefore, she somehow believed in Xu Zhe'an's creative talent.

Talking about inspiration for writing songs is also an important part of music communication.

"Inspiration for writing songs?" Xu Zhe'an thought for a while and said, "Real experience."

As he spoke, Xu Zhe'an looked into the distance with a deep look on his face, as if a certain scene appeared in his eyes, and said seriously:
"I drank too much that day and called her. I cried and talked for two hours. When I woke up the next day, I looked at the call log. The call log was 7 seconds long."

Han Zhilan was stunned.

Does it mean that someone hung up on you after seven seconds of listening, but you didn’t know it and kept talking?

It sounds a little sad.

Han Zhilan stretched out her hand, wanting to comfort Xu Zhe'an.

Suddenly Xu Zhe'an's voice changed.

"When my brother told me about his dog-licking experiences, I really wanted to slap him in the face."

"But fortunately, their licking is not completely meaningless. At least it gave me inspiration to write songs."

“So I wrote a lot of songs based on those experiences.”

Turning his head and looking at the corners of Han Zhilan's mouth twitching, Xu Zhe'an was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"Didn't you say that the inspiration for writing songs is a real experience?"

"Yes." Xu Zhe nodded and spread his hands helplessly:
"But I didn't say it was my personal experience."

(End of this chapter)