The Shonan TV Building is located in the most prosperous area in the center of Shonan. It rises from the ground in the center and looks very majestic with layers of buildings standing up.

Is this the building?

This is the first time I have seen such a large building in person!

call!

This building is great!

When Lu Yuan got out of the car and looked up to see the towering satellite TV building, he couldn't help but be shocked and show respect.

When people stand under this building, they feel extremely small no matter how they look at it.

Just like an ant.

"Director Lu, hurry up, put this on..."

"ah?"

"Is this puppy dog ​​headgear okay? I prepared it carefully for you..."

"I want to wear this thing now?" Lu Yuan was stunned.

"Yes, except when you are rehearsing alone or in your room, you have to wear it at all other times. It's required for the show..."

"this……"

Lu Yuan took the hood that Liu Shuyao brought from the back seat, and felt inexplicably complicated in his heart.

How can I bear to wear it at other times?

I'm not Spider-Man!

Is it really that bad to participate in a show?

"Hurry, Director Lu, put it on. The paparazzi will be here soon..." Liu Shuyao hurriedly urged after seeing a few figures running over from a distance.

"Okay... okay." Lu Yuan thought about it and decided to put on the mask after about two days.

At first he thought the mask was quite heavy, but after actually putting it on, Lu Yuan found that it fit perfectly and did not affect his breathing. It seemed that it was made of a lighter material.

It seems quite humane.

"Director Lu, after you put it on, no matter what questions others ask you, you don't have to say anything. I will take care of everything for you. All you have to do is stand there. Well, this is my responsibility as your agent!"

"Oh... okay, thank you." Lu Yuan nodded.

Just when Lu Yuan had put on the mask and was about to adjust the position of the headgear, a bunch of excited reporters and a bunch of screaming fans who didn't know who they were suddenly rushed over...

"Hello, audience friends. I am now at the foot of the Shonan Building. We will welcome the last contestant of our "Crossover Masked Singer King" competition. Come on, follow my footsteps and let's explore to see if we can find out a little bit of secrets..."

"Hello, what is your occupation? Why did you participate in this program?"

"Hello Shuyao, could you please tell me a little bit about the background of this singer?"

"Hello, Mr. Dog, can you tell me your impression of Shonan TV? What is your occupation?"

"What is your profession? Are you an actor? Are you married? Is your lover a celebrity?"

"Hello, are you from the mainland or Taiwan?"

“Are you a talent show singer?”

"May I ask what your name is..."

“…”

“…”

Faced with the various questions from the reporters, Lu Yuan remained silent after listening to Liu Shuyao's words.

To be honest, even if you ask him to answer, he doesn't know how to answer.

Not adaptable.

The light from the camera was so irritating to him that he could hardly open his eyes. At the same time, his eyes felt very dry, so he quickly blocked them with his hands.

To be honest, although this was not the first time he had experienced such a situation, he still wasn't quite used to it.

I always feel uncomfortable.

It seems that I was not born to be this kind of person.

"Hello everyone, I can't reveal too much about the identity of my singer Mr. Dog. The only thing I can reveal is that he is someone I admire very much. Well, he is also very popular in the entertainment industry. Oh, by the way, he sings very well. You can say he is a singer. His songs are relatively vicissitudes and inspirational. And...ah, I can't reveal too much. That's all. See you on the stage!" Liu Shuyao faced the camera with a pretty smile, then when she realized that she had said too much, she cutely stuck out her tongue, and then walked into the building with Lu Yuan under the questioning of a group of reporters.

The building's security guard stopped the group of reporters, who looked at each other in bewilderment.

"First message, the vicissitudes of life inspirational singer?"

"He must be very old! At least around forty years old!"

"Yes, I also think he is very old, probably around forty years old..."

"Maybe a grassroots singer?"

“Are grassroots singers famous in the industry?”

“It doesn’t seem to be…”

"By the way, how many inspirational singers are there in the entertainment industry who are popular?"

“It seems like there are quite a lot…”

“Are you a professional singer?”

"No, this is the show 'Crossover Masked Singer'. They are definitely not professional singers. They should be amateurs."

"Yes, can you guess it?"

"I can't guess, but just listen to his songs. I can tell who he is just by listening to his voice, as long as he has some fame in the circle!"

"right."

…

Originally, Liu Shuyao planned to take Lu Yuan to visit the surrounding areas of southern Hunan city and take him to eat the local stinky tofu, but Lu Yuan finally refused.

Nonsense, going out with a hood and mask on is very inconvenient even if your mouth is exposed when eating. Besides, Lu Yuan is very tired after so many schedules and has no energy to go out to eat.

So he went back to the hotel and had a good sleep.

No words were spoken that night.

The next day, it rained lightly throughout southern Hunan.

Lu Yuan got up at around six o'clock and looked at the heavy rain outside.

In the distance, tall buildings are lined up one after another, towering over this city with a radius of hundreds of miles. Looking from afar, countless vehicles are constantly coming and going...

It was a pretty good morning.

But Lu Yuan always felt that something was wrong, as if he had changed completely compared to a few months ago.

What exactly is the difference?

Lu Yuan fell into deep thought.

After thinking deeply for a few minutes, he subconsciously touched his pocket and realized that something was different.

He took out a cigarette and lit it silently.

The person is still the same, with little change, but he smokes much less frequently.

It was hard to imagine that he, who usually smoked a pack of cigarettes a day, seemed to have only smoked two or three cigarettes from yesterday to today, and for some reason he felt less and less comfortable smoking.

As soon as Lu Yuan smoked, he thought of the plot of "The Wanderer". As soon as he thought of the plot, Lu Yuan's mind emerged with the desperate scene of the protagonist "Wang Jiaming" twitching and rolling on the ground...

Lu Yuan shook his head, took three or four puffs, and then put out the cigarette. Although his body wanted to continue smoking, his mind seemed to be restrained.

The whole person is inexplicably contradictory.

The plot of "The Wanderer" came to his mind.

This "Wanderer" should be my first and last movie, and I will try my best to perform well in it.

No matter what the outcome is, as long as there are no regrets.

It also adds some color to my farewell.

I waved my hand, without taking away a cloud.

Lu Yuan suddenly thought of this poem, then he raised his head slightly at a 45-degree angle to look at the sky, his expression became solemn and serious, with one hand slightly behind his back, looking like a scholar...

In fact, I am also quite culturally accomplished.

Lu Yuan fell into a state of self-absorption...

Unfortunately, Lu Yuan's self-pretense could never last for a second. Just as he was immersed in his emotion and putting himself into the state of a literati, there was a knock on the door outside, interrupting Lu Yuan's self-pretense.

Lu Yuan was helpless.

What are you doing so early in the morning?

Someone's here so early?

When he looked outside through the peephole, he saw Liu Shuyao outside.

He opened the door.

"Hehe, good morning, Director Lu."

"morning."

"Let's have breakfast."

"So early?"

"Yes, your rehearsal today is very tight. I need to help you find your form early so that you can go on stage tomorrow. Oh, this time it's a live broadcast without any editing, so you'd better not make any mistakes, otherwise you will lose points... Director Lu, are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous..." Lu Yuan shook his head.

He was somewhat disapproving.

He didn't even have any tension.

Just go on stage and sing a song, and after singing and having fun, go back to continue filming...

Whatever the result is, it’s none of his business.

…

After breakfast, Liu Shuyao immediately took Lu Yuan to training.

The program team arranged a music instructor named Chen Ming for Lu Yuan.

This is a middle-aged man with hair dyed in forgiveness green and wearing cool white glasses.

Lu Yuan felt that this person looked a little pretentious, and at the same time had a little bit of arrogance.

In short, when Lu Yuan walked in, his expression when he looked at Lu Yuan was always a little bit disapproving and contemptuous.

Chen Ming looked at Lu Yuan and shook his head.

Another outsider...

It was no longer possible to conceal the disdain in my heart.

He used to be a singer, and an original singer at that. He was also a little superstar in the mainland more than ten years ago.

Later, he briefly left the music scene for half a year due to illness. When he returned to the music scene half a year later, he found that his luck was no longer there.

The music scene is changing with each passing day, with countless talented singers taking the stage and countless wandering bands dominating the screen...

Although he released some albums later and their sales were not bad, his career eventually went downhill.

In the past ten years, the entire Chinese music scene has changed tremendously. New singers emerge every day, and talented young actors dominate the screen every day.

Although he worked very hard, his performance got worse and worse, and finally he became a marginal figure in the music industry.

Apart from the occasional brief introduction about him in the Chinese music scene, no one on the Internet knows who he is now.

Even so, his arrogance grew, and his temper became weirder and weirder. If his agent hadn't persuaded him to come over to help recommend some new crossover talents today, he wouldn't even watch this kind of show!

He felt it was an insult.

Young and handsome men, popular stars, directors, and even screenwriters can all sing. Isn’t this an insult to the music industry?

It is these people who ruined the music industry and prevented talented singers from truly singing!

This is such a disgusting time!

So when he heard someone introduce Lu Yuan as a director when Lu Yuan came in, he didn't have a good impression of Lu Yuan.

He doesn't watch movies and seldom listens to pop songs.

He stubbornly believes that the songs on the market now are all rubbish that is full of moaning.

"Are you Lu Yuan?"

"yes."

"The director of Buried? The young man who's quite popular recently?"

"Ahem, ahem, I'm fine..." Lu Yuan said modestly.

"I know you're very popular now, and your movies are good. I admire you very much, and you have a lot of depth. But singing is completely different from making movies, and you should be a newcomer in this field. Maybe the director invited you here to use your fame to increase the popularity of the program. As a staff member of the program, I would like to express my gratitude for this, but please be mentally prepared. I am very strict when it comes to singing. Well, maybe it will be stricter than you think..."

"Oh, okay."

"Brother Chen, Director Lu is..."

"Get out of here! No one can interrupt me in my class!"

Seeing that Chen Ming had a bad attitude towards Lu Yuan, Liu Shuyao quickly stepped forward to remind him, but was then rudely interrupted by Chen Ming.

Chen Ming feels uncomfortable looking at anyone now.

They are a bunch of losers who make a living by hyping their looks.

Liu Shuyao's face turned red after being interrupted, and she got angry for no reason.

Why is this person like this? Why did the program team invite such a person?

She was just about to come over and remind Chen Ming that Lu Yuan was actually also a singer, an amazing singer, but she saw Lu Yuan just shaking his head at her and telling her not to do anything.

Then she was silent.

"You smell like cigarettes? Do you smoke?"

"Um."

"Singing is very harmful to your voice. Director Lu, from now on you are a singer. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Lu Yuan."

"Okay, from today until the end of the game, I won't smoke."

"Okay, do you play guitar?"

“A little bit…”

"Play it for me, let me see your skills."

"oh."

Chen Ming handed the guitar to Lu Yuan and then narrowed his eyes.

Lu Yuan took the guitar, hesitated for a moment, and then played a song which was quite popular in this world, "Night".

“Bang!”

Chen Ming slammed the table, his face flushed, as if he was trying hard to control his anger.

"Um... Director Lu. Are you playing with cotton? Also, does the guitar really not need tuning?"

He tried his best to keep smiling, but his shaking fingers betrayed his nearly collapsed heart.

"Then I'll adjust it again..." Lu Yuan looked at Chen Ming, then took a deep breath and started tuning the guitar. He thought the guitar had already been tuned.

"Forget it, don't tune it yet. Sing a song by Chen Jinhong called "In the Mood for Love" so I can hear how your voice sounds."

"Ah? In the Mood for Love?" Lu Yuan was stunned when he heard this unfamiliar name.

"Yes! Show me some sexy voice lines..."

"I don't know how..." Lu Yuan shook his head. He had never heard of this song, so how could he know it?

"Then let's watch Li Yong's 'Eternal Youth.'" Chen Ming stared at Lu Yuan.

"I don't know either..." Lu Yuan looked up in confusion.

"Zhou Xian's "Lonely Song"!" Chen Ming's eyes became a little unfriendly, and he even narrowed his eyes.

"No... Can I listen to it first?"

"Chen Hong's "Farewell"!"

"Won't……"

"You can't do this and that, so what exactly can you do...Are you really a singer or just a troublemaker?" Chen Ming was angry.

He felt that Lu Yuan was a troublemaker.

Is there anyone who can’t sing these famous songs?

Are you here to argue?

"I can only sing the songs I wrote." Lu Yuan looked up at Chen Ming helplessly.

He really wasn't causing trouble.

It’s just that he really doesn’t know how to sing these songs.

"What!" Chen Ming's eyes were filled with sarcasm, and he even showed a rather disdainful smile without disguising it. "You can't even crawl, and you want to fly?"

His impression of Lu Yuan was extremely bad.

"Maybe he can fly by himself?" Lu Yuan looked at Chen Ming!

"Okay, today I want to see how you fly. Sing the song you wrote! I'll listen!"