Chen Muyang flipped through the contract and found no problem. He signed his name with a stroke of the pen and returned to the camera.
"Muyang, what does the director want you to do?" Song Zhuer looked at Chen Muyang curiously.
"It's nothing, just let me go to Soda Music to release a song." Chen Muyang said briefly.
Then he said to the camera: "Friends, the song will be uploaded to Soda Music, you can listen to it there."
Then take out your phone and upload the song to Soda Music.
I posted another Weibo post to attract attention: Brothers, the song has been uploaded to Soda Music. Here is the link. Thank you for listening.
"Then I'll go too." Song Zhuer took out her mobile phone, deleted the song she sang, and then downloaded Soda Music and uploaded it.
At dusk, the fiery red sun falls into the lotus pond, lying steadily in the water, like a sleeping fire doll. The breeze stirs up ripples, as if it is a wonderful cradle, rocking gently.
"It's time to transplant the seedlings." Chen Muyang said after putting away his phone.
"How to plant? I love doing this kind of work." Gao Yuanyuan said. She often plants flowers and plants at home and likes this leisurely and natural feeling.
Looking at the fresh and green seedlings swaying in the breeze, Gao Yuanyuan felt refreshed.
"Just bring some soil and transplant it directly." Chen Muyang dug a tomato seedling, then dug a small hole next to it, put the tomato seedling in it, and covered it with soil.
"Plant them neatly."
"Look at me like this, right?" Deng Zhao planted a chili pepper and showed off.
"Sure, Brother Zhao is awesome."
After a busy hour or so, the transplanting was finally completed.
There are two rows of tomatoes, two rows of eggplants, two rows of peppers, two rows of peas and green beans, one row of cucumbers, two rows of water spinach, cabbage, etc., and four watermelon seedlings that grew out of nowhere.
Looking at the neatly arranged seedlings, everyone had a sense of accomplishment on their faces.
"For vines like cucumbers and beans, we also need to get some branches to provide them with support." Chen Muyang found a few tall branches as thick as thumbs and inserted them next to the cucumber seedlings.
"Oh, so that's how it is." Gao Yuanyuan nodded in sudden realization.
"Okay, let's wait for them to grow healthily." Deng Zhao waved his hand.
"I have to say, with these skilled movements, how can they look packaged?"
"That's right, those idiots just follow the crowd and have no judgment."
The environment here is so comfortable, it's pleasing to the eyes just by looking at it.
There are bamboo forests, a gentle breeze, green trees, red flowers, flowing water, and flying birds. It is so beautiful.
If it weren't for Brother Yang, this show would probably have fallen apart.
Chen Muyang went into the kitchen to cook, and Cai Ji went into the kitchen to light the fire.
The three girls brought a small stool and sat in the yard to chat.
Deng Zhao went to pick loquats without fear of the sourness.
......
A luxurious villa in Beijing.
"Grandpa, grandpa." Su Mingyue ran into Su Wensheng's study with a clang of the clock.
"What's wrong with you being so irritable?" Su Wensheng put down the brush in his hand and said with a headache.
He was writing Chen Muyang's "The Road is Hard" and was a little upset by Su Mingyue's noisy behavior.
"Brother Chen Muyang has written another poem." Su Mingyue opened Chen Muyang's Weibo and handed it to Su Wensheng.
"Really? Let me see." Su Wensheng was a little skeptical. How could he write a poem so quickly? So he took the tablet and started to look at it.
"Good, good irony, the dead water description is absolutely correct."
The aesthetics of the entertainment industry are distorted and almost pathological. When Chen Muyang's "Dead Water" was released, it unreservedly removed the fig leaf of the entertainment industry. So, how could they not be angry?
Just like you, the reader, if someone pulls off your pants in public, would you be angry?
Before long, something big happened on the Internet again.
Su Wensheng, a professor of literature at Peking University, said: "I read Chen Muyang's Dead Water today and was deeply moved. It shows that he is extremely disappointed with a certain circle. It is pathological to let such stagnant water be cultivated by those ugly people.
Vivid images like rust, green wine, and pearls may seem beautiful, but their very beauty satirizes the current social culture. Chen Muyang, despite his youth, is truly talented. @I am Chen Muyang is already discussing adding this piece to the textbook, and I hope to have a conversation with you.
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“It still needs professional interpretation.”
"Brother Yang is right. It's a ditch of stagnant water."
“The ugly ones are reclaiming the land.”
"The result is such a rotten circle."
But for those entertainment companies, they had just stumbled at the hands of Chen Muyang, and unexpectedly they were stepped on again here.
But they dared to be angry but not to say a word. They couldn't afford to offend the professors at Peking University, otherwise, those students of Peking University all over the world would not let them go. Moreover, the higher-ups would not let them go either.
They can only knock out their teeth and swallow them themselves.
But there are always some ignorant people, such as Hua Chenyu's fans, who ran to Su Wensheng's comment section to criticize him.
"Where did you come from, old man? Your house is stagnant."
"Old Biden, what are you still playing with the scarf? You can't control it."
"If you don't move, don't make random comments. It's still stagnant."
"Chen Muyang is your relative, old man."
Looking at these comments, Old Man Su was very angry, but Su Mingyue was not afraid. She picked up the keyboard and started to fight.
"You uneducated little bastards, please stop embarrassing yourself."
"To say you are ignorant is flattering you."
"I don't know if your parents fed you poisonous milk when they gave birth to you, causing your brain stem to develop so abnormally."
"What a bunch of brainstem-less people."
Su Mingyue is fighting madly in the laning phase.
Ezhou, an office.
"Bang!" A slap hit the table, and Hua Chenyu trembled with fear.
"Hua Chenyu, who told you to instruct your fans to do this?" The roar of the middle-aged man with a big belly echoed throughout the office.
"Godfather, I didn't. They just acted on their own initiative." Hua Chenyu argued pitifully.
"Hmph! If no one fanned the flames, how would they have the guts to scold a professor?" Zhao Chun slammed the table angrily and snorted coldly.
"Why don't you go and dispel the rumors? What are you still sitting here for?"
"Yes, yes, godfather, I'll go right away." Hua Chenyu ran out of the office trembling.
"You should also use the official blog to release a statement." Zhao Chun said to the secretary standing beside him.
Orange Entertainment Statement: We deeply apologize for the attack on a famous professor by fans of our artist Hua Chenyu. We also declare that the fans' behavior has nothing to do with the artist.
Hua Chenyu: Please my fans stay rational and don’t use this kind of behavior to damage my image and affect society. I love you.
"Huahua is so nice."
"Listen to Huahua, we won't go and scold."
"Flower, come and love me."
"Huahua, why are you so warm?"
"Hubby, I love you."
Finally, Su Mingyue used his grandfather's account to directly tag Hua Chenyu and his fan club and sent a message.
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