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Chapter 493 A Changed Birthday Party

Compared with two years ago, the God of Songs has not changed much. He still looks like a carefree middle-aged uncle, with a pair of flip-flops on his feet, a vest and shorts on his feet, and a newly grown beard stubble on his chin. It is very ordinary.

However, because of the unique aura of the God of Songs, although this dress is ordinary, it has a special flavor when worn on the body, giving people the feeling that the golden scales are not a thing in the pool.

Another point worth mentioning is that, perhaps because the photos of the God of Songs and He Xiao were captured by the media at the airport last time, making netizens PS into various emoticons, when they saw the God of Songs again, no matter what he did Everything has an inexplicable sense of joy.

Just standing there alone made people laugh, as if the next moment he would say "Oh shit you".

"Old Zhang, are you back?"

Lin Yunkai, who was about to make a call, turned around and saw that Zhang Juncheng had just returned, so he put away his phone and greeted him with a smile.

But his words are more or less flawed, it sounds like going to a restaurant to eat and being asked "Dude, come to eat" is meaningless, it is a verbal greeting.

Zhang Juncheng also heard that the words were purely farting by taking off his pants, he held the vegetables in one hand, and took out the keys in the other, and said with a blank expression: "No, I just went out."

"Uh..." Lin Yunkai choked suddenly, after thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand to take the food in Zhang Juncheng's hand, and said with a smile, "Yo, this dish is quite heavy? Did you buy it from the market?"

"No, I picked it up on the side of the road." Zhang Juncheng rolled his eyes at him, and his expression began to gradually develop towards the trend of emojis, and he complained: "I didn't say that you, Lao Lin, have an August [-]th face, big arms and round waists , why do you say such unnutritious words every day?"

"..."

"!!!"

Lin Yunkai was stunned by Zhang Geshen. He looked down at his chubby figure, felt ashamed for the first time, and suddenly had the idea of ​​losing weight.

"Uncle Zhang, long time no see."

He Xiao had had a drink with Zhang Juncheng before. He knew that the God of Songs had an easy-going personality and was very jumpy in his speech. At this time, seeing Lin Yunkai was defeated in front of his old friends, he changed to Come out yourself.

"Huh? Pretty boy, is that you? How are you doing?"

Zhang Juncheng smiled when he saw He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian, but he didn't face Lin Yunkai so casually, but went with an attitude of welcoming guests.

Obviously, the relationship between him and Lin Yunkai is very close, and the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two when they first met was just a mutual loss between friends, so when facing He Xiao and Lin Yunkai, naturally, they will no longer be the same as running around with their mouths. The attitude is very good, very hospitable.

"Hey, this kid's studio is flourishing, and his life is much better than ours." Lin Yunkai patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

After He Xiao left Le Jia, his development has indeed been smooth and smooth in recent years, and he has made great achievements in career and love. Many people are envious of him.

It is no exaggeration to say that He Xiao's current standard of living has surpassed at least 90.00% of five people in the entertainment industry.

"Young people, it's a good thing to have some energy, the future music scene depends on them!" Zhang Juncheng laughed, and greeted Xiao Wangnian again, briefly recounting the old days, and then invited everyone into the villa.

This villa is not too big, it is a small and medium-sized villa. After all, only Zhang Juncheng lives alone. Too much space will make people who live alone feel fear and loneliness. The overall decoration presents a Chinese style. Although I have lived in Singapore for many years, I still have a deep feeling for China in my bones.

"Where's the tea I brought you last time? Have you finished drinking it yourself?"

As soon as Lin Yunkai entered the room, as if he had returned to his own home, he naturally went straight to open a cabinet to find something, while He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian sat on the sofa a little cautiously, looking at each other, both wry smile.

Perhaps in front of the famous God of Songs, only Lao Lin can be so casual and natural. He also treats the God of Songs as money?

After returning home, Zhang Juncheng put the dishes in the kitchen, with a pair of walnuts in his hand, sat down on a chair made of pure mahogany, and said with a smile, "I've finished my drink a long time ago, and I didn't say I will give it to you for my birthday this time." Shall I bring some?"

"You old prodigal son, that's the high-quality tea that I asked someone to buy at a big price. Why don't you know how to save it?" Lin Yunkai was so angry when he heard this, he scolded Zhang Juncheng for his extravagance, and the latter was He smiled indifferently and said, "Okay, okay, why don't you drink some tea, it's like killing you."

Lin Yunkai's head was about to smoke, and he quarreled with Zhang Juncheng for a while, before reaching out and asking: "Have you written a new song recently, show me."

"I wrote two poems, why? Want to test my level?" Zhang Juncheng opened a drawer at hand, took out a few manuscripts, and handed a copy to He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian.

He Xiao was taken aback, looking at the manuscript in front of him, a little surprised, it was written by Zhang Juncheng himself, and he handed it to him so trustingly, it seems that the character of the song god is more generous than he imagined.

As the music manuscript was opened, the room became quiet at once. Everyone is a top musician who has mixed up to the top level in the circle. In the field of music, it can be said that everyone is a professional, written by the song god These few new songs quickly made them all immersed in it.

After a long time, Lin Yunkai sighed and said: "Juncheng, your level has indeed improved a lot compared to previous years. Have you recorded a demo? Let me listen."

Zhang Juncheng shook his head, "What's the use of writing a good song? It's a skill if you can sing it."

"After all, I am not who I was 20 years ago, and the treble part that I was proud of before can't make it. If I can sing this song, I can only choose to drop the key."

Drop the key!

As soon as these words came out, He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian looked at each other, and their hearts sank.

The God of Songs really doesn't have the strength of the past.

This is not a decline in level, but a physical aging, something that no one can avoid.

"What can we do?" Xiao Wangnian suddenly became anxious, he looked at Zhang Juncheng, and chose to tell the truth.

After all, the God of Songs is the last face of the Chinese music scene. If this line of defense is breached, the status of the entire Chinese music scene in Asia and even the world will fall to the bottom!

"Korean song god Lee Seung-shin?"

After Zhang Juncheng heard Xiao Wangnian's words, he just smiled faintly, and proudly said: "What are you afraid of? It's just a bunch of young people. I went to perform in Korea ten years ago, and their rock godfathers also called out to me when they saw me!"

Although Zhang Juncheng's words are domineering, everyone present knows that the actual situation is not so optimistic. It's just that Zhang Juncheng knows his position and he must stand up. Otherwise, if even he is afraid, then the Chinese music scene will be really sad .

Everyone was silent for a while, and at this time, there were only three days left before the birthday party of the God of Songs.

In fact, Zhang Juncheng didn't really want to hold this birthday party. No one would want their birthday to become a grand commercial party competing for fame and fortune. The most comfortable state is to have some small dishes and drinks with three or five friends. liquor.

But he can't, he is the god of song, and he has been promoted to this position by the media, so he has to accept these forced rules.

People want to curry favor with him, so it is impossible to give gifts for no reason, they can only pick a date, birthday is the best time.

So I don't know when, Zhang Juncheng received all kinds of gifts on his birthday, and more and more people came to visit him. Over time, it became a banquet in the form it is today.

　Updated! Updated!Everyone, put down your hoes!well?What happened to you with the dung spoon?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)