Meng Zhun is a well-known violinist. Naturally, Lu Xiaoyuan would not refuse to hear such a professional performance on the spot.

Hearing the affirmative reply, Meng Zhun laughed and led the way forward. Then he heard someone calling him.

The man stood by the French window, with a slight smile on his face, gentle and elegant.

"If it's convenient, can I go together. I'm very interested in the live performance of a professional violinist."

Meng Zhun recognized this man.

Mr. Yu Jing from Xinhao Media is the producer of this program. In other words, he is the boss who is more powerful than Director He.

Although he was reluctant, but thinking of the identity of the other party, he agreed.

The three went to the second floor together.

The bedroom door was half open, and there were two beds side by side inside.

A bed was neatly folded with barely visible creases. The other one had quilts and pillows piled up in a random mess, which hadn't been taken care of at all.

You can almost see the difference in personality from the internal affairs.

Meng Zhun lifted the piano case from the bed and put it on the table.

Lu Xiaoyuan leaned over to have a look.

Maybe it's because of the sunlight, but always feel that the color of the whole body of the piano is extremely deep, thick and elegant, and even the strings are shining.

Seeing that he was interested, Meng Zhun picked up the body of the piano and handed it over.

Lu Xiaoyuan was startled.

Meng Zhun didn't speak, but moved the body of the piano closer.

This means... can he touch it?

Lu Xiaoyuan raised his hand cautiously.

Fingertips touch the upper body of the piano first. Slightly hard, glowing a little cold. But when he was about to touch the strings, he was a little afraid. Withdraw your hand.

"I want to listen to you." He smiled shyly, "You can watch it."

Hearing this, Meng Zhun put the shoulder pad of the piano on his left collarbone, leaned his chin slightly, and lifted the bow.

Lu Xiaoyuan took a few steps back.

The sunlight came in from the window, making the young man seem to be surrounded by a halo. The eyelids drooped slightly, and the fingertips danced skillfully on the strings. The bow is smooth.

Naturally, the rich and melancholy music flows.

It seems that every time the bow is changed at an angle, there will be different levels. It is clearly the same note, but conveys different emotions.

To achieve this realm of harmony between man and nature, the violinist and the violin itself are indispensable.

Lu Xiaoyuan once went to the concert hall to listen to a live symphony. What was emphasized at that time was ensemble and unity. The characteristics of each instrument are not clear.

And now, listening to the violin solo, I just feel sinking physically and mentally, and I am completely attracted by the weeping tone.

He couldn't help but hold his breath.

...

One side is the musicians, the other side is the audience.

Yu Jing leaned against the door. He listened to the music in his ears, but his eyes fell on the other person from beginning to end.

The man had a smile on his face, his eyes sparkled, as if he was completely attracted by this sonata.

...Brother Xiaoyuan.

He recalled Meng Zhun's title just now.

The two had known each other for less than a day, and they had become so close.

Originally, he shouldn't have cared about such things. However, it was a strange coincidence, and even proposed to listen to the performance together.

He is not interested in music.

In other words, he has no attainments to appreciate the so-called "art".

There is no artistic cell in the slightest.

Whether it is a famous painting that has been praised by others, or an intoxicating music. For him, it's just "not ugly" and "not ugly".

But there are always partners who like this kind of "art", so he will pretend to be interested and understand. Sort out and memorize the past of those works of art in advance. Good conversation can more easily win the favor of partners.

That's all.

While watching the people in front of him enjoying the music mesmerizingly, he suddenly felt anxious, as if he was the only one who was excluded.

The music is coming to an end. When the last note fell, the man blushed and clapped desperately.

Yu Jing lowered his eyes to hide the darkness in the depths of his hiding place.

"It sounds so good, it's great!"

Lu Xiaoyuan was at a loss for words. I can only repeat this sentence repeatedly to express my admiration.

As expected of a professional violinist, even a layman like him can be infected by music.

Especially the attitude of the other party is very free and easy. The whole performance is smooth and flowing, which is even more amazing than the performance on the stage.

Meng Zhun blushed a little and bowed.

At this time, another applause was heard.

He turned his head and saw that it was Yu Jing.

"It's really powerful." The other party smiled, "Is this "Meditation" by Masnier?"

Meng Zhun nodded.

"As expected of a young genius, his reputation is well-deserved. I understand why He Zheng insists on inviting you."

Meng Zhun had heard countless compliments since he was a child, and he didn't respond to such flattery.

He just nodded his head lightly, then quickly turned back to Lu Xiaoyuan and asked, "Brother Xiaoyuan, what else do you want to hear?"

Lu Xiaoyuan didn't know much about violin music. But as long as it is from Mengzhunla, everything should sound good.

He was sitting upright: "Then... take your favorite."

Meng Zhun thought for a while, then picked up the bowstring again.

The music played again.

Still sounds great. Yu Jing couldn't listen anymore.

This time it is a fast and majestic tune.

The bowstring flies across the strings. The faster the speed, the more irritable Yu Jing's mood became.

Wanting to leave just like that felt a bit rude.

Leaning against the wall, arms folded. The five fingers clasped tighter and tighter.

"……total."

"President Yu?"

Yu Jing suddenly came back to his senses.

The music stopped at some point. Lu Xiaoyuan stood in front of him, looking at him worriedly.

"Are you OK."

Yu Jing: ...

"What's wrong."

"Well... it's time for dinner, Xiao Zhun has already gone down first."

Lu Xiaoyuan pointed out the door.

"Is Mr. Yu together?"

Yu Jing didn't realize it at all.

He didn't know when he was out of his mind, and he didn't even notice that someone left.

In the room, only he and Lu Xiaoyuan were left.

The camera is placed by the wall and is still rotating at any time.

He laughed and was polite.

"No, you are the guest today."

It was Yu Jing wearing a mask again.

Although he knew it was because of the camera, Lu Xiaoyuan felt a little uncomfortable seeing the other party's attitude now. It's like talking to someone through a foggy wall.

"...Then I'll go down first."

Without another word, he left the room.

The footsteps went away, Yu Jing stood by the wall and looked forward.

The piano body is retracted into the piano case, and the case lock is turned upside down. The chair where the person was sitting just now was empty. Now there is no one left in the house.

His eyes stayed on the empty chair for a moment, and then cast upwards again.

It happens to be opposite to the four eyes of the camera lens.

The camera turned around and was facing straight.

Now behind, there are probably staff members who are looking at the screen.

Yu Jing bent his eyes towards the camera, then turned around and went out the same way.

Unexpected lunch.

Although it's not delicious, it's not dark cuisine either.

At least Lu Xiaoyuan finished eating.

Seeing his CD, everyone on the table couldn't help but cast their gazes.

Lu Xiaoyuan had a meal on his hands, his face was hot, did he eat too much? Why do you look at him like that.

"Director Lu!" The male host was very moved, "The food I cook is so delicious? You finished it!"

The girl idol pointed at herself: "The dishes are washed by others! After washing them several times, they are clean."

The seniors in the showbiz originally thought the taste was mediocre, so they only moved a few mouthfuls. Seeing this, I was embarrassed to have too much left, so I put some more vegetables into the bowl.

"It's really good, it's really good."

So after a meal, there are not many dishes left, and even washing the dishes is much more convenient.

The next activity arrangement is to go to the surrounding attractions.

It's a pity that it took too much time for lunch, and couldn't go to most of the scenic spots with thresholds, so could only go to some public places.

However, this did not hinder the enthusiasm of the people. After tidying up, they went out neatly.

At noon, the sun was quite bright. Now that it is slanting westward day by day, I feel much cooler.

Lu Xiaoyuan was originally surrounded by people. After he evaded in every possible way, the others finally understood what he meant and stopped surrounding him.

The girl idol and Jiang Zicang are the most lively, walking in the front and rushing far.

The seniors in the show business circle chatted with the male host one after another.

Lu Xiaoyuan followed at the end. Occasionally, when see a beautiful scenery, will take out mobile phone to take a picture, thinking about sharing it with family when go back.

Having said that, the eldest brother said that he was coming, but there was no contact at this point.

Nothing will happen.

Lu Xiaoyuan was a little worried.

Meng Zhun has been by his side.

Although he mentioned that the other party can move freely. But Meng Zhun just shook his head and still walked slowly beside him.

So Lu Xiaoyuan couldn't shirk anymore. Thinking that since the other party called him brother, he had to take good care of him.

"Little Zhun."

"Would you like to take a picture?" he asked.

Meng Zhun:?

Lu Xiaoyuan pointed to it: "The scenery over there is very beautiful."

Meng Zhun followed.

It was a lakeside, and a majestic ancient building stood opposite it. The surface of the lake is shimmering and glowing with golden light.

He was puzzled: "There is a camera, why do you want to shoot it?"

This stopped Lu Xiaoyuan from asking.

It seems to be too.

Taking pictures with professional equipment is definitely better than taking pictures by yourself.

However, something is always different.

There will be "memory" in the pictures taken by myself, and the moments when I freeze them myself.

Even so, he didn't know how to explain it. With a blushing face, she withdrew her hand: "Yes, yes."

Meng Zhun looked at him for a while, then suddenly said: "If brother Xiao Yuan is with me, I will shoot."

Hearing this, Lu Xiaoyuan was taken aback. After a while, the roots of his ears turned red, and he nodded.

Walk with Meng Zhun to the lakeside. Lu Xiaoyuan tried the selfie mode, but found that the two of them and the scenery couldn't be framed anyway. Instead, ask someone for help.

The artists have gone far away, and only the staff are left around.

He cast his eyes on one of them and opened his mouth.

The staff met the line of sight and puffed up their chests.

"..."

Lu Xiaoyuan was still too embarrassed to bother people. Withdrawing his gaze, he decided to try again.

The worker's chest deflated again.

Lu Xiaoyuan didn't notice this.

He raised his hand high, and the square frame captured the two of them.

He kept adjusting the angle, trying to capture both the people and the scenery, but he always failed.

It would be better if you brought a selfie stick.

He felt a little regretful, just as he was about to press the shutter, his shoulders were grabbed.

"Xiao Yuandong, why didn't you ask us to take pictures when you were so out of touch?"

"People also want to take pictures with the chairman!"

The girl idol leaned in front of Lu Xiaoyuan, and squatted down Biye.

The male host and the seniors in the showbiz kept their faces, but they still walked behind the camera very honestly, and successfully entered the camera.

This makes the screen look very crowded.

Jiang Zicang took the phone.

"Xiao Yuandong, leave it to me."

He ran a few steps quickly, stepped on a stone pier, and raised his hands high.

Only half of his head was exposed. The camera expands outwards, finally enclosing the lakeside, the ancient building and the six people present.

"eggplant!"

There were voices in unison.

Lu Xiaoyuan was surrounded all over, and even forgot to smile. It wasn't until heard the shutter was pressed that hurriedly opened the corners of mouth.

"Woohoo! The first photo with Chairman Lu, please send it to others!"

"How does this phone send pictures, teach me."

Hearing the commotion next to his ears, Lu Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment.

This is……

The corner of the clothes was ripped.

He looked down and saw that it was Meng Zhun.

The other party stared at him intently: "I want...a group photo alone."

Lu Xiaoyuan: ...

He raised his hand involuntarily, and touched Meng Zhun's head just like the eldest brother and second brother touched him.

All of this was brought into view.

Yu Jing stood at the end of the team, with his arms hanging by his sides.

He finally couldn't even keep a smile on his face, and frowned and lowered his eyes.

On the way back, Lu Xiaoyuan repeatedly looked at the photos taken in the afternoon.

Group photo, double photo. Time has passed, but the happy mood at that time seems to still remain in my heart.

Could this be... a photo taken with my friends?

Lu Xiaoyuan was not quite sure.

Because recording is work after all. Perhaps for those artists, this is also part of the job.

But in any case, it will be very happy to be able to freeze the memory of laughter in the picture one by one like this, and think about it in your spare time.

It didn't stop for about a day, and many people in the car fell asleep.

Lu Xiaoyuan sat alone in the corner of the car. Looked at those photos and looked at them again.

Back to the homestay.

Right now there is still a major problem that has not been resolved, and that is the room.

Three bedrooms. Girl idols are divided into one room, and the other four are allocated in pairs.

Now that the flying guests came, they discussed which room they would let them live in.

"Of course they live with us." Jiang Zicang said, "Xiao Yuandong is my boss, so I have to take good care of him."

Meng Zhun didn't speak, just nodded his head.

Male host: "How can Director Lu share a room with someone! Xiaozhun, you move here and squeeze with us. Zicang, you go to sleep on the sofa."

Then he turned back and smiled flatteringly at Lu Xiaoyuan: "Director Lu, I vacated the room for you. Don't worry, no one will disturb you."

Lu Xiaoyuan: ...

No, no, they haven't agreed yet!

Although Jiang Zicang was unwilling in every possible way, as the chairman, it was indeed not suitable for him to live with them. He scratched his hair: "I see, let's go to the sofa to make do for the night."

"...Brother Zicang,"

Meng Zhun interrupted: "I'm going to sleep on the sofa, you go and squeeze with the two seniors."

Jiang Zicang: Huh?

Disliked male host and showbiz senior: ...

The four of them couldn't settle down, and the girl idol felt that it was not good to occupy a room by herself, so she mustered up her courage: "Well, if it's really not possible, let Chairman Lu and me..."

Before the words were finished, several gazes came to him like thorns on his back.

Girl Idol: ...

She raised her hand: "I didn't say anything."

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, Lu Xiaoyuan finally found a gap to intervene.

"I"

As soon as the word was uttered, the surrounding immediately became quiet.

"It's okay," he whispered, "I can squeeze."

The girl idol was stunned: "With me?"

no!

What Lu Xiaoyuan meant was that even sleeping in a three-person room is fine.

He went to the room at noon, and the area was quite large. Another bed would be more than enough.

Seeing that it was the chairman who spoke in person, the others no longer forced themselves. asked the program team to ask for a camp bed and moved to the bedroom.

"Xiao Yuandong, you can sleep on my bed."

Jiang Zicang said, "This bed is pretty hard."

Lu Xiaoyuan shook his head, saying it was okay.

"Brother Xiaoyuan," Meng Zhun said, "you can sleep with me."

Jiang Zicang: "Why do you want Xiao Yuandong to squeeze with you?"

"Not crowded."

Meng Zhun said calmly, "I'm relatively thin and short."

Jiang Zicang was at a loss for words.

This can't be done for him.

Lu Xiaoyuan watched the conversation between the two. Without even realizing it, the corners of his mouth parted slightly.

It wasn't until the two eyes turned to him at the same time that he came back to his senses.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Yuandong," Jiang Zicang said with a smile, "are you more relaxed now?"

Lu Xiaoyuan: Huh?

"I was also very nervous when I was on camera for the first time. You performed much better than I did then."

Jiang Zicang picked up his coat and put it on the equipment placed on the wall.

"Good night, don't take pictures of our chairman."

Lu Xiaoyuan pursed his lips.

Although he tried his best to hide it, he was noticed.

At this time, someone approached. Meng Zhun asked him in a low voice: "Brother Xiao Yuan, do you want to sleep together?"

Lu Xiaoyuan looked over, his expression softened a little.

...

In the end, he rejected both of their offers.

Because whether it is changing the bed or squeezing with others, it doesn't feel good.

Although the camp bed is hard, but after all, there is a mattress, so it is not unusable.

After a lot of tossing, finally solved the place to sleep.

As the night deepened, the cameras stopped working. The peripheral staff dispersed, leaving only a few vigils. After the lights were turned off, Jiang Zicang chatted with each other. Thinking of getting up early tomorrow, and really tired, went to bed soon.

Meng Zhun was the second to fall asleep.

"Good night, Brother Xiao Yuan."

Lu Xiaoyuan also said good night.

After confirming that the two were breathing smoothly, he tiptoed up and walked out of the bedroom.

He contacted his eldest brother while in the car. Said to be delayed at work later than expected.

Thinking that the other party was still busy, he hung up after talking a few words.

I found a gap now, and I am going to contact my elder brother to have a look.

But before dialing, he received a call from the opposite side.

Lu Xiaoyuan went to the corner of the corridor. For fear of disturbing others, he kept his volume extremely low.

"Hey?"

"Xiao Yuan."

Lu Ling's voice rang on the other end of the phone.

"have you slept."

"Not yet." Lu Xiaoyuan said, "Today's recording is over."

"……Feel sorry."

Lu Ling's usual indifferent voice was full of fatigue.

"Too much time. I'll book the flight now..."

"No, no need!"

It was the first time that Lu Xiaoyuan interrupted his elder brother's words, speaking quickly, "It's so late, you should rest first."

He is really worried about big brother.

After finally finishing work, have to rush here by plane. He was afraid that his elder brother would not be able to bear it.

"I'll be back tomorrow."

He grabbed the window sill with his hands, "The recording is not as scary as imagined, everyone is taking good care of me. Don't worry."

Lu Ling: "Is there any discomfort?"

"At first... a bit," Lu Xiaoyuan scratched his cheek, "I kind of forgot about the camera. It seems like we just hang out together."

He talked about the interesting things that happened today, and mentioned a very good violinist playing live. The tone gradually became lighter.

After chatting, the eldest brother finally no longer insisted on coming over tonight.

He just said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Lu Xiaoyuan hesitated: "... Is there any problem with work? Well, if I really can't keep up, I don't care."

Lu Ling: ...

Lu Ling: "Xiao Yuan."

The tone is a little tougher.

The other party is out of worry, and if he refuses, it will make people sad.

Lu Xiaoyuan had no choice but to agree.

Saying goodnight to each other, he put down his phone.

The night wind blows in. The weather is getting colder and the air is biting.

Lu Xiaoyuan stretched out his hand to close the window, but his gaze fell inadvertently.

When he saw the figure standing beside the car, he couldn't help but freeze.

"Mr. Yu, are you really not going back with us?"

Yu Jing smiled: "I still have work to do, and it will be the same when I go back."

"Okay." He Zheng no longer insisted, "It's quite cold at night, remember to wear an extra coat."

He gave a heartless warning, and followed the team members to leave in a car.

Still shooting tomorrow. They rented the nearest hotel, about an hour back and forth.

During the night shutdown stage, there will basically only be on duty stationed in case of accidents.

After learning that Mr. Yu would also stay, he couldn't help sighing in his heart that he was a workaholic.

Originally, Mr. Yu said that he would come to inspect, but he thought it was just going through the motions, and a little introduction would be enough.

As a result, the other party followed the entire game today, where the team went and where did the people go. From time to time, he would look at the surveillance camera, and he was even more serious than the chief director.

This forced He Zheng to work hard.

And when I learned that the person would stay to deal with the unfinished work, I felt that I couldn't survive it anymore, and I was willing to bow down.

The vehicle went away, and the surroundings of the hotel fell silent. The noisy scene during the day seems to be just an illusion. The surroundings fell into complete silence, with only a few hanging lamps hanging on.

Yu Jingwei exhaled out of sight. As the gas came into contact with the cold air, it condensed into white smoke in the air and dissipated quickly.

There is a large temperature difference between day and night here. It was still sunny during the day, but at night, the temperature dropped to single digits.

A blazer is no longer enough. He put on his coat and got ready to get back in the car.

I followed the field all day today, so that missed work.

Although what he said to He Zheng was not a lie, it wouldn't even save that hour's drive.

It's just that my heart is a little blocked.

The monitoring screen is very lively. That person was surrounded by groups, sometimes a little embarrassed, sometimes a little shy.

He followed the line.

And from the beginning to the end, that person didn't pay attention to him.

When they were fighting for a bed, other people were fighting fiercely, as if they all wanted to be with that person.

He just stands out of frame. It was hundreds of meters away from that person, but it felt very far away.

He didn't understand his feelings, he just wanted to be closer to that person.

For some reason, the distance that was clearly within reach in the past is no longer within reach.

There were too many people around the man, and he could no longer be seen.

Yu Jing frowned slightly. even feel that these thoughts that come out of heart are annoying.

He pushed open the door and got into the car, put the computer on his lap, trying to get rid of these troubles completely.

I don't know how long the time has passed.

His dark pupils reflected the computer screen, and his fingertips tapped on the keyboard.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the window outside the car.

He looked sideways.

The door opens.

The outsider was wearing a thick coat and holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand.Then, hesitantly handed over the coffee.

"……Give."

Hot smoke curled up, dissolving in mid-air and filling the air.

The other party's handsome face was hidden in the dense smoke, and it was a little hard to see clearly.

It was clearly still cold, and there was clearly no change.

But just like this, the air temperature has risen by several points.

White smoke came with the air-conditioning, and the strong aroma of coffee poured into the nostrils.

Yu Jing's Adam's apple moved slightly.