The tutor's name is Wen Yu, he is older and an artist.
The program team invited him to take charge, and he is much more tolerant towards these young people than Xi Nancheng.
Meng Fu is a major attraction of the show. People inside the show know much more about the rumors about her than what is said on the Internet.
In such a talent show, there is a trainee who doesn’t even know the simple musical notation.
Wen Yu's impression of her had changed a little last time, and he felt that she was still a talented person with great potential.
But now...
Wen Yu looked at the words on the white paper. The writing was free and unrestrained, and it was obvious that they were written by someone with very deep skills. Reading the words was like reading the person. The words were really beautiful to the extreme.
Wen Yu is good at studying calligraphy and painting, and he feels inferior to Meng Fu's calligraphy.
Just looking at these words, he looks almost like a completely different person from the short-sighted and uneducated Wen Yu that he had seen on the show before.
Wen Yu was surprised.
...
...
"Teacher Wen?" Xi Nancheng was thinking about Ye Shuning's question. When he walked to the door, he found that Wen Yu did not follow him.
Wen Yu was a little reluctant, so he retracted his gaze, took two steps forward, and said in surprise: "I just discovered that Meng Fu's handwriting is very beautiful, you go and take a look."
"Calligraphy?" Xi Nancheng glanced at the table and smiled. "Teacher Wen, maybe you can take a look at Ye Shuning's calligraphy. She won the second prize in calligraphy, but she never mentioned it on the show. When you see her calligraphy, you will know that some of it is not calligraphy."
The entire program is dedicated to promoting Ye Shuning and keeping him popular every once in a while.
Listening to Xi Nancheng's words, Wen Yu paused: "Nancheng, you are too prejudiced against Meng Fu."
Xi Nancheng smiled and didn't 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 still had to discuss with the director about hiring a private teacher for Ye Shuning. He said hello to Wen Yu and left without even looking at the papers on the table.
**
bathroom.
Meng Fu leaned against the door, holding the earphones in one hand and plugging them into her ears, while turning on the faucet with the other hand to wash away the light black marks on her hands, "Sister Zhao?"
The person who called her was Zhao Fan.
"Find some time to come out tonight, six o'clock." Zhao Fan should still be in the company, and his voice was a little low. "Brother Su is back, remember, you must not be late."
Meng Fu leaned against the sink and slowly began to wash her other hand: "What's the matter? We still have to rehearse tonight."
She knew that the Su Ge that Zhao Fan mentioned was her assistant.
To be precise, it is Assistant Yun who only exists in the mouths of the female reporter and Zhao Fan.
After following the female reporter for a month, Meng Fu had not seen her once.
Of course, Meng Fu also didn’t understand why Zhao Fan, a manager, called his assistant “Brother Su”?
"You've always wanted to find a vocal teacher, right? I told Brother Su a few days ago and asked him to find one for you. He just happened to be back today, so he should have found a teacher for you." Zhao Fan pressed his phone with his hand and said, "Remember, I'll pick you up at 5pm."
Zhao Fan hung up the phone.
Meng Fu took a piece of paper from the sink, dried her hands, and then went to Tang Ze to ask for leave.
Although Tang Ze was a little surprised, he didn't make things difficult for her.
Meng Fu was somewhat special in the entire program crew. Others, including Ye Shuning, had never left the program crew during the training period, but Meng Fu was an exception. She came and went as she pleased, and she had rarely stayed in the program crew during that period.
Even the director acquiesced to this.
Tang Ze sometimes suspected that Meng Fu had an extremely powerful backing.
Xi Nancheng came over from the other side and just happened to see 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, "Please ask for leave. I think I need to go..."
Xi Nancheng raised his hand and said calmly, "No need to talk about her."
**
at the same time.
T City.
There is 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.
It seems to bring people into the illusion of another world.
Soon, Zhao Fan brought Meng Fu in.
When he reached the second floor, Zhao Fan looked around, asked the waiter, selected a private room, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Soon, the word "enter" was heard from inside.
Zhao Fan gestured to Meng Fu and immediately pushed the door open.
The box was not big, and there seemed to be sandalwood burning inside. The wisps of sandalwood calmed Zhao Fan's originally nervous heart a little.
Meng Fu had been playing with his phone with his head down, looking lazy, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Smelling the sandalwood, she couldn't help but raise her head.
I saw the man standing by the window at a glance.
The other person was wearing a clean white sweater, which was clean and neat, and her figure was graceful, like 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. His bony hands reflected the green teacup, making him look even whiter and taller, like cold jade. He put down the teacup and raised his head slightly. The light blurred his outline. "Sit down first. The people will be here soon."
The voice is calm, like the clear stream under the starlight on a cold night.
Meng Fu pulled a chair aside and sat down, rubbing her ears with her hands. The sound was so pleasant.
She just sat down.
There was someone knocking on the door.
Zhao Fan stood up immediately, "It should be the teacher!"
She went straight to open the door.
There was a middle-aged man outside. He followed Zhao Fan in and asked, "Excuse me, are you the Mr. Su that Mr. Chen mentioned?"
"Hello," Su Cheng paused for a moment on Meng Fu's face, then looked at the middle-aged man again, raised his hand and asked someone to bring another pot of tea, "Did Mr. Chen tell me what I want to see you about?"
The middle-aged man nodded.
Su Cheng poured another pot of tea, and Zhao Fan quickly and tactfully explained Meng Fu's basic situation to the middle-aged man.
"You said it was her?" The middle-aged man finally understood the reason and turned his gaze 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 while, and shook his head. "Sorry, I have already accepted a student this afternoon."
In the past, he would not easily refuse someone introduced by Mr. Chen.
But this time was different. The student in the afternoon was introduced to him by Xi Nancheng. When Zhao Fan talked about it just now, he also introduced the fact that Meng Fu didn't know any music theory at all, which made him almost suspect that Zhao Fan was here to mess things up.
Choosing between the two does not require any thought.
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It’s still the flower of the ball ticket~~
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