This instructor is called Wen Yu, he is older and an artist.
The program team invited him here because he was in charge, and he was much more tolerant of these young people than Xi Nancheng.
Meng Fu is one of the highlights of the show. There are far more rumors about her within the show than on the Internet.
In a talent show, there was a trainee who didn't even know the musical score.
Wen Yu's impression of her changed a little last time, and he felt that she was still a talented person.
But now...
Wen Yu looked at the words on the white paper. They were full of gestures, with iron and silver hooks, and they were not restrained at all. It looked like they were written by someone with profound skills. He read the words as if he were a person. The words were really beautiful to the extreme.
Wen Yu is good at studying calligraphy and painting, and he feels inferior to the word Meng Fu.
Just looking at these words, the image of Wen Yu is almost the same as the one with short sight and low knowledge that Wen Yu saw in the program before.
Wen Yu was surprised.
"Teacher Wen?" Xi Nancheng was thinking about Ye Shuning. When he walked to the door, he found that Wen Yu had not followed.
Wen Yu was a little reluctant, so he withdrew his gaze, took two steps forward, and said in surprise: "I just discovered that Meng Fu's handwriting is very beautiful. Go and take a look."
"Handwriting?" Xi Nancheng glanced at the table and smiled, "Teacher Wen, maybe you can take a look at Ye Shuning's handwriting. She won the second prize in calligraphy, but she never mentioned it on the show. When you see her handwriting, you will know that some words are not calligraphy.”
The entire program is dedicated to roasting Ye Shuning alone and keeping Ye Shuning popular every once in a while.
After listening to Xi Nancheng's words, Wen Yu paused: "Nancheng, you are too prejudiced against Meng Fu."
Xi Nancheng smiled and did not explain, "Teacher Wen, I have something else to do."
Everyone else was practicing dancing, but she was the only one writing. Xi Nancheng was used to this kind of trick in the circle.
Xi Nancheng also wanted to discuss with the director about hiring a private tutor for Ye Shuning. He greeted Wen Yu and left directly without looking at the paper on the table.
**
bathroom.
Meng Fu leaned against the door, holding headphones in one hand and plugging them into his ears. With the other hand, he turned on the faucet and washed away the light black marks on his hands, "Sister Zhao?"
The person who called her was Zhao Fan.
"You find a time to come out in the evening, at six o'clock." Zhao Fan was probably still in the company, and his voice was a little soft. "Brother Su is back. Remember, you must not be late."
Meng Fu leaned against the sink and slowly began to wash his other hand: "What's the matter? We have to rehearse tonight."
She knew that Brother Su in Zhao Fan's words was her assistant.
To be precise, Assistant Yun only lives in the mouths of female reporters and Zhao Fan.
After following the female reporter for a month, Meng Fu didn't see anyone else even once.
Of course, Meng Fu didn't understand why Zhao Fan, a manager, called his assistant "Brother Su"
"You haven't always wanted to find a singing teacher. I told Brother Su a few days ago and asked him to help you find one. He just came back today and should have helped you find a teacher," Zhao Fan pressed the phone with his hand. , said: "Remember, I will pick you up at five o'clock in the afternoon."
Zhao Fan hung up the phone.
Meng Fu took out a piece of paper from the hand washing basket and wiped his hands before going to Tang Ze to ask for leave.
Although Tang Ze was a little surprised, he didn't embarrass her.
Meng Fu is a bit special in the entire program group. Others, including Ye Shuning, have never left the program group during training. Meng Fu is an exception. He can come and leave whenever he wants. He rarely lived in the program during that time. Group.
Even the director acquiesced in this.
Tang Ze sometimes suspected that Meng Fu had an extremely large backstage.
Xi Nancheng came over from the other side and saw Meng Fu leaving Tang Ze's office.
"Why did she come to see Teacher Tang?" Xi Nancheng glanced at Meng Fu's back and asked the staff.
The staff member paused and said, "I'm asking for leave, I think I'm going to..."
Xi Nancheng raised his hand and said calmly: "No need to talk about her."
**
at the same time.
T city.
An old restaurant on the old street, filled with the aroma of tea.
On the second floor, near the window, an old man sitting on a chair played the erhu very elegantly, and the girl beside him sang softly.
An illusion that seems to take people into another world.
Not long after, Zhao Fan came in with Meng Fu.
When he arrived on the second floor, Zhao Fan looked around, asked the waiter, identified a private room, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Soon, the word "enter" came from inside.
Zhao Fan glanced at Meng Fu and immediately opened the door and went in.
The box was not big, and there seemed to be sandalwood burning inside, wisps of it, which calmed Zhao Fan's nervous heart slightly.
Meng Fu kept lowering his head and playing with his mobile phone, with a lazy look on his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a vague way.
Smelling the sandalwood, she couldn't help but raise her head.
At a glance, he saw the man standing by the window.
The other party was wearing a clean white sweater, clean and smooth, and his figure was as elegant as a green bamboo.
"Brother Su." Zhao Fan lowered his voice and spoke.
Su Cheng turned around, and Meng Fu saw that he was still holding a teacup in his hand. His knuckled hands reflected the blue teacup, and they looked increasingly white and slender, like cold jade. He put down the teacup, raised his head slightly, and the light His outline was blurred: "Sit down first, people will be here soon."
The voice is calm, like the clear stream in the starlight on a cold night.
Meng Fu pulled out a chair and sat down, rubbing his ears with his hands. The sound was really nice.
She just sat down.
There was a knock on the door outside.
Zhao Fan stood up immediately, "The teacher should be here!"
She went straight to the door and opened it.
Outside was a middle-aged man. He followed Zhao Fan in. "Excuse me, are you the Mr. Su that Mr. Chen mentioned?"
"Hello," Su Cheng paused for a moment on Meng Fu's face. Fu Er looked at the middle-aged man and raised his hand to ask someone to serve another pot of tea. "Did Mr. Chen tell me what I want to do with you?"
The middle-aged man nodded.
Su Cheng poured another pot of tea, and Zhao Fan quickly and sensibly explained Meng Fu's basic situation to the middle-aged man.
"You said it was her?" Only then did the middle-aged man understand the reason and turned his attention to Meng Fu.
Zhao Fan nodded, "That's her, teacher, what do you think?"
The middle-aged man frowned. He glanced at Meng Fu, thought for a long time, and then shook his head, "Sorry, I have already admitted a student this afternoon."
If it were in the past, he would not easily refuse the people introduced by Mr. Chen.
But this time it was different. Xi Nancheng had introduced the student to him in the afternoon. When Zhao Fan said it just now, he also introduced the fact that Meng Fu didn't know anything about music theory, which made him almost doubt whether Zhao Fan was here to cause trouble.
Choosing one of the two requires no thought at all.