The first time Xu Yan went to see him was seven years ago, when he was still singing at the night market. That was the first time he heard about the company Chenxing.

In his eyes at that time, all the brokerage companies in the circle were the same. He hated the entire circle and rejected everyone in it.

The second time she came into contact with Chenxing was in the Zhongtian training room. Zhao Jinjin sent her assistant to deliver cold drinks to the classroom every day. That time, he also brushed off the other person's kindness without politeness.

But now that I think about it, giving him a cold drink that is very sweet should not be the behavior of a grown man like Xu Yan.

There were obviously clues at that time.

Who else would buy him milk tea with a lot of sugar?

Was it because he didn't hide his disgust at that time that he didn't dare to tell him? Was he afraid that because he hated Chen Xing, he would also hate her too?

Everything suddenly seemed to make sense.

Chenxing showed him unlimited accommodation and tolerance, 200% sincerity, and countless resources.

Besides her, who else in this world would treat him like this.

So, was Zhongtian Songkou terminating the contract because of something she had done? What else had she done over the years that he didn't know about?

But why?

Why are you so nice to him?

Just because she is his fan?

Or does she feel that it is a sense of accomplishment to raise an idol?

Yes, all these love, support, and companionship were such profound feelings that he couldn't find a foothold. She seemed to suddenly appear in front of him, chase him, and give him warmth.

He couldn't find any reason to give her.

The only reason available is that she likes it.

But even this love is not the kind of love he wants.

She lied to him for so many years.

Everyone around her was also helping her lie to him.

He had always thought clearly and calmly, but at this moment, standing in the empty corridor, his mind seemed to be entangled with thousands of threads, dividing his whole being into countless pieces.

Until a familiar, brisk, humming voice came from across the corridor.

What I'm humming is his new song "Wandering".

His eyes gradually refocused, and he raised his eyes little by little and looked across. Xu Zhaixing came out after going to the toilet, still holding his mobile phone in his hand, humming a song and playing games, his eyebrows arched.

After walking a few steps, I seemed to catch sight of someone in front of me out of the corner of my eye and looked up.

With just one glance, the smile on his face suddenly became vivid. He put away his phone and ran towards him happily.

"Brother, why did you come out?"

Cen Feng closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, all the surging emotions in his eyes were covered up, leaving only the gentleness with a smile: "I brought you a small cake."

Xu Zhaixing let out a wow, buried his little head and looked left and right, and finally said happily: "I want strawberry flavor!"

Cen Feng smiled and handed over the strawberry cake and said, "Go back to your room and eat it."

The two of them walked back to the rest room together.

Xu Zhaixing squatted beside the sofa, digging out piece by piece with a spoon. While eating, she looked up at her idol who was sitting on the sofa and looking down at her.

She bit her spoon and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Your face looks a little bad. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Cen Feng shook his head: "No, I just drank some wine and was a little drunk."

She suddenly became nervous, put the cake away, and stood up quickly: "I'll go out and buy you some hangover medicine!"

Cen Feng grabbed her wrist.

He exerted very light force, with a hint of coolness on his fingertips, and said softly: "No, just rest for a while and eat cake."

Xu Zhaixing was still worried and went to pour him another cup of hot water. He watched him drink it with a worried look on his face before squatting back in front of the coffee table and continuing to eat small cakes.

Cen Feng looked at her quietly.

He found that he couldn't be angry with her.

It doesn't matter if there is no reason, it doesn't matter if she develops her idol, or she lets everyone lie to him with her, it doesn't matter.

As long as it's her, it doesn't matter to him.

Cen Feng did not go back to the banquet. After Xu Zhaixing finished the cake, he took her to play games. Xu Zhaixing finally passed the second level, which he had been stuck on for several months.

After a while, Wu Zhiyun also came back and took a bunch of business cards. Most of them were little-known directors. He wanted to build a relationship with him and get him to introduce Cen Feng and use Cen Feng's popularity and traffic to promote his own works.

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Notifying the driver to drive over, the three of them went downstairs and left together, sending Xu Zhaixing home first as usual.

With the eldest lady in the car, Wu Zhiyun didn't mention acting. After sending the person downstairs and getting back into the car, he organized his words and said to Cen Feng: "The person who gave you the business card just now

Several big producers are well-known in the industry, and the dramas they have are all big productions. Do you have any ideas?"

Without waiting for Cen Feng to answer, he added: "In fact, many big productions are not willing to use artists like you who are not from a professional background, because they are worried that their acting skills are not up to standard and will affect the reputation of the work. But tonight I watched those few producers

They are all very interested in you. Hey, otherwise it would be very annoying to say that people are better than others. You are like the Ziweixing descending to the earth, and you are destined to be famous."

He spoke triumphantly, but in fact he had been observing Cen Feng's expression.

But Cen Feng has always been indifferent to emotion and anger. After observing him for a long time, I didn’t know what he was thinking. He sighed again: “I definitely support you making music, but you don’t have to put all your eggs in one basket.

If you don’t give it a try, how will you know you’re not suitable? In fact, acting is quite fun, maybe if you give it a try, you’ll like acting just like you like music?”

Seeing Wu Zhiyun's sincere words, Cen Feng finally showed a helpless smile on his expressionless face.

He said: "Okay, let me try."

Wu Zhiyun was so happy that he almost jumped up.

The eldest brother was already old, but he didn’t expect to be so excited over such a trivial matter. He held Cen Feng’s hand and said repeatedly: “I believe you, Brother Ang, you were born to eat this bowl of rice! God rewards you with this face, just use it to serve.”

From TV!”

Cen Feng smiled and sighed.

Wu Zhiyun finally calmed down and his excitement was over. He was already thinking about whether any of the film and television resources he had received recently would be suitable for Cen Feng, whether he needed to find a teacher to train him in acting skills first, and whether he would need to start a new work schedule again.

Make arrangements.

When I was almost arriving at the villa, I suddenly remembered another thing. I patted my head and said to Cen Feng: "Hong Shuang has returned to China. He replied to us and agreed to meet you."

Hong Shuang is the leading music producer in China. Cen Feng already has an idea for the next album, which matches Hong Shuang's style. He wants to cooperate with Hong Shuang and has been in contact with him.

But Hong Shuang went abroad for further study the year before last, and he has been nowhere to be found in China for the past two years. Cen Feng has been contacting him for some time, and has not received a reply until now.

Wu Zhiyun asked: "Can I help you make an appointment with him?"

Cen Feng shook his head: "I will contact him myself."

Wu Zhiyun stopped asking any more questions.

Within two days, Cen Feng and Hong Shuang made an appointment. The location was set by the other party. It was at a high-end club in the suburbs. Cen Feng drove there alone.

Hong Shuang is now in his forties, single and unmarried. He has a somewhat eccentric personality in private and is a well-known paranoid in the industry. He has a passion for music that is different from that of singers and artists. He once locked himself in a recording studio because he was making an album.

, three days and three nights without food, drink or sleep.

This album ultimately helped the singer win the Best Album of the Year Award, the Most Popular Album of the Year Award, and the Best Singer of the Year Award. The three awards were combined, which is the greatest achievement of a music producer.

Genius is always lonely and alien.

Cen Feng himself was a little surprised that Hong Shuang was willing to see him.

After all, there are many singers in the industry who want to follow Hong Shuang, but they can't even get his personal contact information.

When Cen Feng came in, Hong Shuang was already there, holding a cup of tea in his hand. He didn't drink it, just smelled it. When Cen Feng came in, his red eyes looked up as if he had stayed up all night, and he looked at him twice.

, smiled and said: "I have listened to your "The Fight", which is very good. "Wandering" is a bit worse, it is vulgar."

Cen Feng sat down opposite him: "They are just recording moods."

Hong Shuang is not as difficult to get along with as rumored.

At least in the two hours that Cen Feng discussed the album idea with him, he understood the images and feelings he wanted to depict with music better than anyone around him.

Maybe some people in this world are born sensitive to music.

In the end, he didn't even ask about the cooperation method, and just made the decision: "Come to my house tomorrow and bring the demo with you."

After saying that, he stood up and looked at his watch: "The movie I ordered is about to start, let's go."

After saying that, he walked out without looking back.

Cen Feng smiled, poured a cup of tea from the teapot, drank it slowly, then stood up and walked out. As soon as he reached the door, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.

Xu Zhaixing walked over from the corner talking and laughing with a few people.

She was wearing a Xiaoxiangfeng suit, a pair of black high-heeled shoes, and exquisite makeup. Her hair was slightly curled and scattered around her shoulders. She tilted her head and said something while walking.

The door to the private room was a horizontal pull type. Cen Feng took a step back and then pulled the door shut.
To be continued...