90th

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date="2020-10-10"

title="90th"

weight="96185"

series = ["Grim Reaper Makes His C-Debut"]

mode = "manual"

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Qu Dehui posted a Weibo suggesting he was hell. Fans were worried, but netizens made it a little bit unreasonable.

[A little zebra: 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, Qu Dehui will definitely not be the only one who can hear it. Could it be that the ghost is still targeted to interrupt, it feels a bit too unreasonable. 】

[Grass long eagle flying in spring: 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 there is too much pressure to produce hallucinations? 】

[Sweet and sour pineapple rice: I didn't say it, it always feels like it's cooking. It seems that Qu Dehui will encounter something no matter what program he participates in, and then the fans will tear the program group. It’s not the same when I participated in "Let’s Go Traveling" last time. It’s a very small thing, so I have to post on Weibo to complain, so that the artists in the same industry are scolded emmmmm]

Qu Dehui is considered to be the top line in the music world, but he has basically achieved previous results.

Over the years, singers have emerged one after another. Like Qu Dehui, who has not had a new masterpiece for a long time, fans are basically old fans. Except for the comments made for him, most of the other messages are from Gualu people, and everyone naturally has 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 that it was impossible to hell and he was not 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 furious, 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 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 have to record the show today, so I won't play your forehead for now."

Tao Yingbo couldn't hide the secret, so she left here and ran to talk to Lu Xu and Ji Xiunian about this.

The temptation in the circle is too stressful, and there are not a few artists who go the wrong way.

Lu Xu didn't mean it, but just said to him: "Xiaobai has already sent the survey results. 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 talent label, and Qu Dehui's team began to package the singer-songwriter's personality.

Ming said that the songs were all 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 never expected that this person could be so despicable.

"It's too shameless to hold someone else's work as your own." Tao Yingbo felt a little melancholy when he thought of it. "But people like him should be very capable in their hearts. I don't think it will happen when I feel it. I will admit it..."

"Hmm." Lu Xu nodded, "So you still have to give him a strong medicine."

"I'm here?" Tao Yingbo didn't know, so she was a little startled.

Lu Xu checked his hand and gave a few words in a low voice.

Tao Yingbo nodded as she listened, suddenly feeling a little excited.

The time in the morning was just a bit past, and Fan Zeng didn't start recording today 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 overnight? It's amazing, the gods write songs."

"I didn't say it, Brother Xu's words and Taoist tunes are unique in the world. It feels like we will be the most beautiful cubs on the stage."

Gu Wenan also thinks that Tao Yingbo's writing is praise, which incorporates a variety of musical elements, but it does not make people feel complicated.

"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 both songs have a strong personal style by hearing the style.

Gu Wenan also writes, 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 talented people in the world. However, after the 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 standard, and some people even say that he is buying songs...

Gu Wenan had no other meaning when he said this, but he subconsciously sighed after listening to Tao Yingbo's music.

Lu Xu laughed beside him, and followed his words and said: "It's a coincidence, I also feel like it."

Gu Wenan liked it the more I listened, and couldn't help asking Ji Xiunian: "Xiu Nian, can you help me ask Teacher Tao if I have any intention to cooperate? I'm currently preparing a new album. I really want to invite him to cooperate if I can."

"Wow!" Tao Yingbo nodded frantically, wanting to cooperate with Gu Wenan. But he is a ghost, even if he is excited, others will not see it.

Thinking of this, Tao Yingbo felt a little lost.

Ji Xiunian couldn't tell what it was like while watching, but he couldn't help promise. He just said to Gu Wenan: "Wait for me to help you ask him."

"Okay!"

A few people chatted and started to rehearse, there were not 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 all day, always wondering if he is really hell.

In fact, what the netizens said makes sense. The door knocks so loudly in the middle of the night. It is said that someone around should hear it.

Shen Chengyu lives next to him, and today he asked carefully, but the other party vowed that he didn't hear it. The less that person is lying, the more disturbed Qu Dehui's heart is.

Even the vocal part of instructing the players has not been in the state, and Yu Manman supported almost the whole game.

Even the little assistant who doesn't know much about music can't help but mutter: "Brother Fan, did you say that this person is 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 guided without the singing group. But who would have thought that his comments are often not on the spot, 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 wondered if he should 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 genre hit Qu Dehui's heart, leaving him lost 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 had no effect on him. No one would care what a small person had said, and no one would even know him.

He can only quietly disappear into this world with nothing but fame and fortune. This is fate.

Qu Dehui has always believed so for so many years. He has money and resources, isn't it normal to spend money to pack himself?

Just when he heard this genre, Qu Dehui couldn't help but think of that person.

Like, it's so alike.

I don't know if he cares too much about it, Qu Dehui is very familiar with Tao Yingbo's personal style.

"Impossible, he is already dead."

Although trying hard to build himself, Qu Dehui unconsciously pushed open the door of the practice room.

Seeing him come in, Ji Xiunian's eyes deepened a bit: "Teacher Qu, how do you feel about Lu Xu's songs?"

"Very good." Qu Dehui was a little absent-minded, and then couldn't help but 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 it.

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 and waved 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 Mr. 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 and stand beside Ji Xiunian to watch 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 sharp edge of judgment..."

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Qu Dehui always felt that Lu Xu and the others sang himself. Once I 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?

"Ms. 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, subconsciously want 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 sleep.

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 them, 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 brother Hui! 】

[Ahhhhh, 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 abnormal 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. Now it’s almost three o’clock, 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, we will be with you

[Open, open, I want to see what the 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 his viewing angle to the rear, and then held his phone to the door, quietly waiting for the arrival of three o'clock.

The author has something to say: ding dong, Mr. Qu, your box lunch is hot, please get it in time ╭(╯3╰)╮

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