Huayu: I'm just opening a treasure chest, why are you shaking your leg?

Zeng Jia said happily:

"juvenile??

"You mean that junior named Zhou Yang?"

Jing Tian nodded: "Yes."

"How could it be fake? He's so handsome, even more handsome than Jimmy Lin!"

Zeng Jia looked infatuated again as she picked up a crystal grape.

"Come on, open your mouth."

Jing Tian opened her mouth, ate it, and chewed it gently, as if she were chewing wax. Her fair face showed no emotion.

"You're worried that Zhou Yang's music is unreliable, right?"

Zeng Jia pondered for a moment and then asked.

Jing Tian sighed:

"I guess so.

"But I quite like that song, 'The Wind Rises,' and the title is nice too."

"The lyrics are even better than those of 'Who Are You'."

Zeng Jia ate some grapes and mumbled:

"Since you like him, why don't you go find Zhou Yang? I'll go find him, and we can talk it over."

"But..." Jing Tian bit her lip.

"During the day, Uncle Wang investigated and found that Zhou Yang's family went bankrupt and owed huge debts. His father also broke both legs!"

"The family is broken, and as for the son, Zhou Yang, whose academic performance is below average, wouldn't he also be unreliable?"

Zeng Jia asked with a smile:

"Let's not discuss whether it's reliable or not; let's just ask yourself: do you like that song?"

Jing Tian didn't hesitate at all and said directly:

"I like it, I do like it, but... I'm not a good student, and I'm in the directing department, not the art department."

"He can even write lyrics and compose melodies!"

Zeng Jia said with a smile:

"None of those things matter, what matters most is that you like it."

"Just like next month you're going to the Shanxi Film Studio to star in the movie 'Anaconda'."

"Directed by Li Bingliang, and co-starring with award-winning actor Liu Jiahui."

"You don't like horror movies, but Anaconda is a horror movie, and you still agreed to star in it."

"Why? Isn't it because you want to learn more from the Best Actor and improve your acting skills?"

"Yes." Jing Tian nodded her little head.

Zeng Jia also said:

"So, do you like Zhou Yang's songs because you like the lyrics, the melody, the song titles, or maybe you just like Zhou Yang as a handsome guy?"

"Ouch, you little brat Jiajia, what did you say! Ouch, ouch!!"

Jing Tian's fair face flushed red instantly, she covered herself tightly with her hands, and her delicate shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Much later.

Only then did it make a sound.

"I... to tell you the truth, I like it all, whether it's the lyrics, the melody, or the song title."

"Snapped!"

Zeng Jia patted her soft hand:

"So what are you thinking about?"

"If you like them all, then who cares about reliability? Just go for it!"

Zeng Jia pouted again:

"Tian Tian, ​​you've forgotten your favorite line of poetry."

"This love can only be cherished in memory, for at the time, I was already lost in confusion."

Jing Tian covered her mouth and laughed:

"That was: but at the time, it was all in vain."

Zeng Jia chuckled:

"You know that when there are no more flowers, all you'll have left to do is break off branches."

"While the peach blossoms are in full bloom now, find the one that you feel is the most vibrant, gently pluck it, and you won't regret it."

Jing Tian's eyes gradually widened, radiating light, as if she had come to life in an instant.

Her pretty face was all smiles.

"Okay, I'll take advantage of these two weeks to release another album called 'The Wind Rises'."

"After recording the song, we can shoot a music video."

"You can contact Director Yadong and Director Ning Hao again later."

Zeng Jia said happily:

"No problem, there's still plenty of time, it won't delay the filming of Anaconda."

"Hehe, yes, yes." Jing Tian smiled brightly.

Zeng Jia asked:

"Then I'll go find Zhou Yang tomorrow."

Jing Tian pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"No, let's wait a couple more days, it's a strategy of feigning indifference to lure you in."

Zeng Jia pursed her lips and said sullenly:

"Okay...so be it."

……

Sister Furong's crayfish.

Zhou Yang and his group sat in the private room, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Come on, let me punish myself with three drinks first!!"

Han Cheng, with boundless charisma, like a great hero, poured himself a full glass of wine, held it up with both hands, and swept it around the four of them.

Then, he downed it in one gulp.

He just grinned, as if nothing was wrong.

The second cup.

The third cup.

"Not bad, not bad."

"Clap clap clap..."

The four people clapped.

"I didn't expect Brother Han to be such a down-to-earth person."

Zhao Lu stood up, raised his glass, and said:

"Come on, Yang, let's have one too."

Zhou Yang, Chen Yue, and the others stood up and drank it all in one gulp.

"Come, come, sit down, have some food."

Han Cheng was quite well-mannered, offering him a seat and food.

It actually looks quite convincing.

The meal was halfway through.

Everyone had downed a few drinks.

Their footsteps became lighter.

For some reason, my head felt heavy.

Zhou Yang was already a little drunk and shook his head vigorously.

Han Cheng was completely drunk; his chubby face was as red as watermelon flesh.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, come on, let me toast you again."

Han Cheng, holding a glass of wine, staggered over to Zhou Yang.

"Brother Yang, you're amazing! Even my uncle admires you so much!"

"The script you wrote is amazing! When will you teach me how to write it?"

"Even if you don't become a director or a cinematographer, being a senior screenwriter is still a great career choice."

Zhou Yang nodded and said:

"Okay, let's do it in a few days. If you're willing to learn, I can teach you."

Han Cheng immediately shouted a few times:

"That's awesome! Awesome! My brother Yang is so generous, absolutely amazing!"

Han Cheng is a year older than Zhou Yang.

But Zhou Yang was always very polite to Jiang Wen.

His nephew dared not act recklessly.

Not to mention, he admired him greatly. Not only could he write a script, but he could also write down every single detail of the scene. He was truly unbeatable.

If you don't curry favor now, when will you ever have a chance?

Are you suggesting we wait until the flowers have faded before trying to curry favor?

That's when its mother opened the door for it at night.

I got home late.

Han Cheng picked up the remaining half bottle of wine and poured it into a glass, swaying it slightly.

But because he was drunk, the amount of wine he poured out of the glass was less than the amount he spilled.

"I'm so happy today! Yang-ge, Lu-ge, Shen-ge, Yue-ge, it's my honor to have you brothers by my side!!"

He raised his glass again: "I'll have another one, hahaha..."

Chen Yue sighed:

"Wow, you can really drink! All that shouting and yelling, you look like you're butchering a pig!"

Zhao Lu laughed and said:

"Don't let Han Cheng's loud shouts fool you, he's not actually drunk. Otherwise, he wouldn't have even gotten our names wrong!"

"Yes," Yang Shen nodded in agreement.

Zhao Lu patted his forehead, trying to clear his head, and asked in confusion:

"Who's his uncle? Why do you admire him so much? Because he knows Brother Yang!"

"Who knows!" Yang Shen replied.

"That's probably drunken talk. He's talking about his uncles, and I'll even say the tables and benches are all made of wood!"

These words made the group laugh for a while longer.

Chen Yue asked from the side:

"Brother Yang, do you know his uncle?"

"Whose uncle?" Zhou Yang joked.

"Han Cheng."

"I don't know him." Zhou Yang shook his head.

Chen Yue rubbed his eyes, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Well, he's really drunk."