Qu Dehui posted a Weibo suggesting that he was hell, fans were worried, but netizens said it was a little bit unreasonable.
[@一个小斑马: I remember that the rooms in the apartment are very close. Whether it is a human or a ghost, if someone really knocks on the door, it will definitely be more than Qu Dehui who can hear it. Could it be that the ghost is still targeted to interrupt, it feels a bit too unreasonable. 】
[@草长鹰飞Spring is here: I thought I was the only one who insisted on materialism. Really, to the extent that knocking on the door in the middle of the night can wake people up, someone else must have heard it. Is it possible that the pressure is too great to produce hallucinations? 】
[@酸甜萝卜饭: I didn't say it, I always feel like it's frying. It seems that Qu Dehui will encounter something no matter what program he participates in, and then the fans will tear up the program group. It’s not the same when I participated in "Let’s Go Traveling" last time. It’s a very small matter, so I have to post on Weibo to complain, so that all the artists in the same industry are scolded emmmmm]
Qu Dehui is considered to be a front line in the music world, but he has basically achieved his previous results.
Over the years, singers have emerged in endlessly. For example, Qu Dehui has not had a new masterpiece for a long time, and the fans are basically old fans. Except for the ones that were fixed to him, most of the other people who left messages were Gua Lu people, and everyone naturally had different voices.
Qu Dehui originally wanted to abuse his fans on the Internet, but he didn't expect that his fans didn't abuse him much, but he was abused by netizens.
People refuted him and said that it was impossible to hell. He would not be good at expressing his position, otherwise it would be like publicizing feudal superstitions, completely inconsistent with his personality.
The agent called and said that he shouldn't post Weibo without a license slave.
"Isn't I the living evidence?" Qu Dehui was very angry, feeling that his anger was rising. People on the Internet don't believe him, and even the attitude of the agent is like this, which is simply challenging his patience.
"No, Brother Hui, I said this is also for your own good. Is it possible that you have been under too much pressure recently, or you won't suck again?"
"You only suck it. How long have I not touched it? It's definitely not an illusion, okay?" Qu Dehui hung up the phone angrily, hammered his fist against the wall, and cursed his mother in pain.
"Mom, isn't it?" Tao Yingbo wanted to follow him to see how he reacted, but he didn't expect to hear such a burst of news.
He glanced at Qu Dehui, only to feel a little embarrassed about his current appearance.
"Forget it, I'm going to record the show today, so I won't play your forehead for now."
Tao Yingbo couldn't hide the secret, so he left here and ran to talk to Lu Xu and Ji Xiunian about it.
The temptation in the circle is too stressful, and there are not a few artists who go the wrong way between thoughts.
Lu Xu didn't mean it, but just said to him: "Xiaobai has already sent the results of the investigation. Qu Dehui's red songs are basically written by others, and they are absolutely amazing."
Perhaps it was the first album that tasted the sweetness of the gifted label, and Qu Dehui's team began to package the singer-songwriter's personality.
It is said that the songs were written by Qu Dehui, but in fact they were bought from others to be themselves. Different singers have different styles and different writing quality. This is why the quality of Qu Dehui's later albums fluctuates.
Tao Yingbo did not expect that this person could be so despicable.
"It's too shameless to hold someone else's work as your own." Tao Yingbo was a little melancholy when he thought of it. "But people like him should be very capable in their hearts. It's definitely not the time to feel it. I will admit it..."
"Hmm." Lu Xu nodded, "So you still have to give him a strong medicine."
"I'm coming?" Tao Yingbo didn't know, so his face was a little startled.
Lu Xu checked his hand and confessed a few words in a low voice.
Tao Yingbo nodded while listening, suddenly feeling a little excited.
The time in the morning was a bit past, and Fan Zeng didn't start today's recording until the afternoon.
When they got the song written by Tao Yingbo, the other members of Lu Xu's team were all very excited.
"Is this arrangement really written by Teacher Tao all night? It's amazing, gods write songs."
"I didn't say it, Brother Xu's words and Teacher Tao's tunes are all in the world. It feels like we will be the most beautiful cubs on the stage."
Gu Wenan also feels that Tao Yingbo's tune is praised, which incorporates a variety of musical elements, but it does not make people feel cumbersome.
"Ms. Tao's level is really high, and I feel that I have reached the top level. I don't know why, it seems to be a bit similar to the style of Mrs. Qu's first album. Anyway, it sounds good."
Every successful creator basically has his own unique style, even if the two songs do not overlap in tempo, you can know that the two songs have a strong personal style when you hear the style.
Gu Wenan also writes himself, so he is more sensitive to things like genre.
In fact, the only album he thought of as a classic was Qu Dehui's first album. At that time, he was still wondering how there could be such a talented person in the world. However, after his debut album reached the top, Qu Dehui never wrote an album comparable to it.
Listening to the following songs, I always feel that it is not his level, and some people even say that he is buying songs...
Gu Wenan had no other meaning when he said this, but he subconsciously sighed with emotion after listening to Tao Yingbo's music.
Lu Xu laughed beside him, and followed his words: "It's a coincidence, I feel like it too."
Gu Wenan liked it the more he listened, and couldn't help asking Ji Xiunian: "Xiu Nian, can you help me ask Teacher Tao if he has any intention to cooperate? I'm currently preparing a new album. If possible, I really want to invite him to cooperate. "
"Wow!" Tao Yingbo nodded frantically, wanting to cooperate with Gu Wen'an. But he is a ghost, no matter how excited he is, no one else can see it.
Thinking of this, Tao Yingbo felt a little disappointed.
While watching, Ji Xiunian couldn't tell what it was like, but he couldn't help promise. He just said to Gu Wen'an, "Wait for me to help you ask him."
"Okay!"
A few people chatted and started to rehearse, and there were only a few days before the second performance. With such a good song, the players all want to perform well on stage.
Qu Dehui is absent-minded this day, always wondering if he is really hell.
In fact, what the netizens said is reasonable. The door knocks so loudly in the middle of the night, and it is said that someone else should have heard it.
Shen Chengyu lived next to him, and he asked carefully today, but the other party vowed that he hadn't heard it. The less that person looked like a lie, the more disturbed Qu Dehui's heart was.
Even the vocal part of instructing the players has not been in the state, and Yu Manman almost supported it himself.
Even the little assistant who doesn't know much about music can't help but mutter: "Brother Fan, did you say that this person was really pleased?"
At the beginning, the program group was aimed at Qu Dehui's personal talents. I originally thought that the vocal music of trainees could be instructed without the singing group. But who would have thought that his comments are not on the point many times, and he is completely unlike a top-notch singer-songwriter.
"It's already like this, just cut it if it doesn't work." Fan Zeng didn't expect this to happen, so he sighed.
Fortunately, Yu Manman is reliable, otherwise it will really be troublesome.
At this time, Qu Dehui didn't know that his shots would be compressed, but he was very suspicious about whether or not to find a master who understands this by himself.
When he passed the dance studio, Lu Xu and the others happened to be practicing a new song.
The familiar style of music hit Qu Dehui's heart, making him lose consciousness for a moment.
This feels so much like his first album that he was entrusted with the gods. He can go to this day and rely on that album to support his career. The more others praise him, the less he likes this album. The person who actually wrote this album is dead, but the trouble is left to him.
Qu Dehui couldn't help wondering, if the person surnamed Tao was still alive, would he be able to maintain his consistent standard.
There were more people who bought songs by him, and only that person ran and jumped off the building, completely ignorant of praise.
That person's death did not affect him in any way, no one would care what a little person had said, and no one would even know him.
He could only quietly disappear into this world with nothing but fame and fortune. This is fate.
Qu Dehui has always thought so for so many years. He has money and resources, isn't it normal to spend money to pack himself up
It's just that Qu Dehui couldn't help but think of that person when he heard this genre.
Like, it's really alike.
I don't know if I care too much about it, Qu Dehui is very familiar with Tao Yingbo's personal style.
"Impossible, he is dead a long time ago."
Although trying hard to build himself, Qu Dehui still unconsciously pushed open the door of the practice room.
Seeing him come in, Ji Xiunian's eyes deepened a bit: "How does Teacher Qu feel about Lu Xu's songs?"
"Very good." Qu Dehui was a little absent-minded, and then couldn't help chasing after Ji Xiunian and asked, "Which choice was handwritten for this song, isn't it Lu Xu?"
"The lyrics were written by Lu Xu, not the tune."
"Who is the composer?" Qu Dehui's tone was eager, even he himself didn't realize this.
Ji Xiunian lowered his head and smiled, then his tone was flat: "It's Teacher Tao."
"Ms. Tao?" Qu Dehui was inexplicably frightened by this surname, and the tone of his speech inevitably increased by two degrees. Regained consciousness, everyone was looking here, waving their hands in embarrassment. He knew before that the program team had hired an unknown composer to be the singing and composition team tutor. He didn't think there was anything at that time, but after listening to this genre, he always felt a little frustrated.
Qu Dehui finally calmed down, and then continued to inquire with Ji Xiunian, "Why doesn't Teacher Tao like to show up?"
"Personal character." He wanted to inquire more, but Ji Xiunian didn't mean to say more.
Qu Dehui didn't want to be found out of his own abnormality, so he could only smile reluctantly, and stood beside Ji Xiunian watching the performance.
I have to say that this teacher Tao is really good at composing music, even if he thinks about things in his heart, he thinks this song is good.
But after listening to Qu Dehui, I feel that the lyrics are wrong—
"Despicable thief, the crown of vanity turned into a knife of judgment..."
Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Qu Dehui always felt that Lu Xu and the others sang himself. Once he had this idea, the more I listened, the more I felt that the whole song seemed to be sung to him.
The so-called despicable thief, does it mean that he used that person's song
"Teacher Qu, your complexion doesn't seem very good, is it something uncomfortable?" The sudden concern of Ji Xiunian next to him made Qu Dehui feel even worse.
He shook his head and said that he was okay, and then left the dance studio on the excuse of being tired.
Ji Xiunian looked back at Lu Xu, the two exchanged glances, and laughed together.
The seeds of doubt have been planted, and as long as a fire is added at the right time, there is bound to be a prairie fire.
Qu Dehui was lying on the bed at night, tossing about and couldn't sleep.
Opened bottles of red wine and whiskey were thrown away in the room, seeming to have drunk a lot.
Ordinarily, he shouldn't drink alcohol when recording the show, but he can't help thinking about it, and subconsciously wants to use alcohol to paralyze himself.
It's just that there was something in my heart, and I was already top-heavy, but I still couldn't fall asleep.
Before, someone would knock on the door every three o'clock in the morning, which made him always wait for this time.
"I didn't lie, someone was really knocking on the door." Qu Dehui got more and more angry and sat up from the bed. No one believes that someone is harassing him, making him like a liar.
Seeing that it was three o'clock immediately, Qu Dehui couldn't help but click on Weibo and airborne the fan base.
There are many champions who stay up late in it. Seeing his air generals are very excited and keep confessing their good.
[Ah, catch a Hui brother! 】
[Ah, am I dreaming? I actually waited for the male god in the middle of the night]
[Brother Hui, why are you still not sleeping? Is that pervert knocking on the door again? 】
…
Qu Dehui was depressed when he saw the word "knock on the door" and replied with red eyes—
[I didn't lie, someone knocks on the door every morning. It’s almost three o’clock now, I’ll start a live broadcast to prove it to you, OK? 】
Knowing that he is going to start a live broadcast, fans naturally support it—
[Although I'm a little scared, let's go, Brother Hui, let's stay with you]
[Go on, I want to see what kind of ghost dared to bully my male god, I must scold him until he wants to die again]
Alcohol makes people impulsive. Seeing that the fans support him, Qu Dehui clicked on the live broadcast. He adjusted the angle of view to the rear, and then held the phone to the door, quietly waiting for the arrival of three o'clock.