The program was recorded on Friday, and Song Wenting conducted the initial training at Fengtai one day in advance.

Yu Qianqian was the only konghou player, and Guqin and Song Wenting had a total of three players, all of whom were girls.

The day before the recording, Yu Feng called together familiar members of the folk orchestra to hold a simple celebration for her. At the meeting, Song Wenting heard from members who knew the inside story that the other two guqin players were from the Yicheng School. representative of the heirs.

The two factions are a bit at odds.

So even the eyes of these two girls looking at her were full of ridicule and disgust.

Song Wenting was still as calm as ever, and his mentality was not affected.

It was only in the background of the show that several staff members began to give them a second training, explaining the relevant requirements and precautions for recording.

In the huge room, the crowd sat down along the steps.

The mirror on the opposite wall reflects every well-groomed cheek. Even among the beauties, Song Wenting is amazing.

"Did you see that Mongolian man diagonally behind you?"

Yu Qianqian sat on her right, took advantage of the time when the staff was handing out number plates, and leaned over to whisper to her.

Song Wenting's back was straight, and she was wrapped in a light-colored improved cheongsam with a slim figure. It was said that she didn't even look away.

Adapting to her silence, Yu Qianqian's red lips continued to flutter: "He's a good motouqin player."

Her clear voice was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the earphones, and Yu Qianqian cursed inwardly, and then felt extremely embarrassed.

In a crowded room, the door was pushed open, and the man with long legs boasted a few steps over. His black hair was meticulously styled and pulled back meticulously. He was dressed in a casual suit, which looked like he was on a show.

Someone behind laughed: "Brother Matouqin is blushing."

No one ever imagined that a tall, majestic prairie man would be so easily shy.

Instead of being dull, the room became lively.

Mu Yunyan stood still, her eyes gliding from Song Wenting's smiling face to Yu Qianqian who was beside her.

Yu Qianqian didn't seem to have seen him, she was thick-skinned, and when she heard a joke, she played her tricks to the fullest: "Brother Baal, why don't we form a group in the future, and tell me who you want to choose later As a mentor, I will definitely choose with you!"

"Ms. Yu is too partial, didn't you say yesterday that you want to form a team with me?"

Yu Qianqian wondered, "Do I have one?"

"Have."

"Sorry, sister forgot."

"Hahaha."

Song Wenting also laughed, and listened to Yu Qianqian: "Sissi, it's already been recorded."

Her words brought Yu Qianqian back to her senses, and her eyes shifted to Mu Yunyan in front.

His expression didn't change, and his voice was gentle: "Now is still free time, if you should appreciate it, appreciate it, otherwise when there is competition later, some people will turn their faces and deny others."

Others see it as a joke, a joke.

But Yu Qianqian didn't think so, she pulled her expression down, and said with a subterranean smile: "Teacher Mu, are you implicating me?"

The atmosphere changed slightly, Mu Yunyan's eyes fixed on her, and his smile deepened: "Is there?"

"Have."

"Oh, it's your illusion."

"..."

A person in charge stepped forward and pulled back to the main topic: "Okay, please ask Mr. Mu to explain the rules of the competition for us."

Song Wenting heard Yu Qianqian snort coldly, she smiled and reached out to comfort her.

Mu Yunyan introduced the competition process of this show in detail.

It is divided into three major stages, the selection of players in the preliminary round, the launch of high-quality folk music programs in the group competition, and the final stage of innovation. Target.

Therefore, it is not so entertaining, and it is mainly based on the knowledge of folk music, creating the first high-level folk music program.

It will be recorded in the background, but fewer clips will be subtracted into the feature film.

So everyone is relatively open.

Until Mu Yunyan finished talking about the lengthy rules.

The person in charge immediately said something in his ear, and then Mu Yunyan's eyes fell on Song Wenting.

She was stunned for a few seconds, and before she could understand the meaning of that look, Mu Yunyan explained, "Sorry, we still have a team member who is late."

In general, who would dare to be late for such a show?

There was a whispered discussion in the room, and someone said, "Mr. Mu, I took a look. Yesterday's list is full of people."

The one who spoke was Zhu Nianjiao, the representative of the guqin school of Yicheng School, but her tone was as if she was going to be prickly.

"The list is missing."

"Could it be..."

What more did she want to say, a man in a black suit entered the room, tall and straight, with stunning eyebrows, peach blossom eyes were very light, and he swept through the crowd leisurely, and finally his eyes fell on Song Wenting, and he didn't stagger any further.

The silence of the house.

Everyone in this circle probably knows the head of Heming Entertainment.

As soon as Ji Yanzhou appeared on the stage, people thought it was a leader inspection, and his cold and quiet temperament made the atmosphere instantly drop to the bottom.

Mu Yunyan whispered, "Mr. Ji."

Ji Yanzhou approached, nodding at him, standing next to him was half a head taller than him, the overwhelming charm made people couldn't help but look at it frequently.

Song Wenting clenched his long fingers a little, his heart pounding.

In the past few days, he went out early and returned late every day. He was very busy every day, and there was little communication between the two.

She didn't know he was really coming.

Don't you say: just hang up your name?

Four eyes met, she took the lead to look away, both happy and a little dissatisfied.

Why don't you tell her about such a big thing?

Besides, today is her birthday.

Mingming had always cared about her birthday before, but when it came to this day, he seemed to have forgotten it at all.

The drooping eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and she heard him ask, "Where is my position?"

The assistant director appeared out of nowhere, and reminded Mu Yunyan off-camera: "There is a vacancy."

Mu Yunyan gestured and looked over, the only vacant seat was on Song Wenting's left.

Ji Yanzhou nodded and then took his seat.

No discomfort at all.

On the contrary, at the moment of sitting down, his knuckles gently hooked Song Wenting's little finger.

This little action was clearly recorded into the camera, and it also fell into the eyes of everyone.

Some people were surprised and others curled their lips, but most of them knew that their wedding photos on the Internet had a knocked expression.

Especially Yu Qianqian was so excited that she occasionally leaned her head over and said, "Senior Ji is so handsome."

Song Wenting focused on nothing else, smiled, and continued to concentrate on listening to Mu Yunyan's concluding remarks.

"The first performance can be performed by one person or in a group, but no more than three people, and only one mentor can be selected." Mu Yunyan said, "When you are ready, we will decide the order of appearances according to the lottery number."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Ji Yanzhou: "Then Mr. Ji is at the end?"

Ji Yanzhou's attitude is idle, and a formal dress is inexplicably out of place here.

He said, "No, I'm the 13th."

"?"

Song Wenting looked down at his badge number, and it was 13.

She turned her head to look over and said helplessly, "I don't want to cooperate with anyone."

This piece of her piano is difficult to play with others, let alone a violin with a very aggressive voice. What's more, the ensemble must have been rehearsed in private long ago.

She just thought he was fooling around.

Ji Yanzhou tilted his head and looked over, pressing her eyes brightly: "This time I will accompany you."

"But we've never worked together."

Complaining in a rare tone, Ji Yanzhou chuckled softly, and that bit of arrogance popped up. He grabbed her wrist to reassure: "Trust me, eh?"

People in front of the camera: ?

The repertoires Song Wenting chose were still selected on the day of the selection, but she created a lot of her own ideas in the slow part of the middle.

Haven't heard of how to work with her?

She held her breath and ignored him.

until they come to power.

The stage lighting is very dim, she is in the center, where all the light gathers, it is the focal point.

And Ji Yanzhou, who accompanies her, is on the edge of the stage, and her figure is hidden in the dark, just like the clear and ethereal piano sound, which talks to her piano sound across time and space, and the aftertaste lingers nicely.

It's not like the oppression of his temperament at all, it was to match her lightness, until the last lingering sound disappeared, his piano sound followed, and it ended in the empty performance hall for a long time.

The five mentors, including Mu Yunyan, raised their green cards.

Song Wenting's mood gradually calmed down, and he subconsciously looked to the right. Holding the piano bow with one hand, the man raised his eyebrows slightly at her, with wanton pride on his face.

Song Wenting couldn't help laughing.

A host came to the stage and invited them to say hello. Song Wenting said very simply: "Hello everyone, I am Song Wenting, the inheritor of Qing'an School of Guqin."

Ji Yanzhou walked from the dark to the light, he took the microphone, and followed her cold voice: "I am Song Wenting's husband, Ji Yanzhou."

"..."

Song Wenting looked up in surprise, the host looked well-trained, she was not affected, followed by a brief introduction to Guqin, and then invited various instructors to give brief comments.

Song Wenting listened carefully to everyone.

In the end, she naturally chose the team of mentors she wanted most, Fang Zhenyun's team.

Her sharp eyes changed, and she admired Song Wenting quite a bit.

The host asked Ji Yanzhou his choice, and he said quietly: "Today I'm just the accompaniment of Teacher Song, so I don't have to choose."

I didn't think there were students who gave up on the spot.

However, several mentors looked calm, and Director Lin Qi also looked in a good mood backstage. This is Ji Yanzhou's request, but there are topics to watch, which is naturally something he is happy to see.

The two then stepped down.

Song Wenting walked ahead, without even a glance falling on him.

She walked quickly to the locker room and was about to step into it.

The hot body of the man behind him pressed over and directly pressed her into the confined space.

The space in the independent dressing room is small, and the tall man's figure leans over, in a close-fitting posture.

Song Wenting raised her beautiful eyes: "What are you doing?"

Ji Yanzhou's big palm clasped the waist: "I'm very busy these days, I'm sorry."

He apologized, but Song Wenting's cheeks flushed slightly from the heat. It wasn't because he was too busy with work that he ignored her, but she seemed to be kept in the dark about this matter.

Thinking about it, she still asked the question: "Why didn't you tell me?"

The man leaned closer: "He Junlang told me that there would be a sense of surprise."

Saying that, those peach blossom eyes stared straight at her, like a dog just asking for praise: "So, are there any surprises?"

Song Wenting's heart softened instantly. She nodded, stretched out her small hand, gestured in front of her, and said, "Just a little bit."

"A little is enough." The man responded, and his handsome face fell, his soft lips pressed over him, and he kissed softly, as if he were treating something he cherished.

"This is to realize the dream." Ji Yanzhou stepped back half a step, put his forehead against her, and said slowly, "I just wanted to do this at the art festival in your first year of high school."

The water on Song Wenting's pink lips was so seductive, she asked, "Do you want to perform with me?"

A deep laugh hit his eardrums, he laughed, and there was a vibration in his chest, which made Song Wenting blush inexplicably.

She was embarrassed: "What are you laughing at?"

Ji Yanzhou: "I just want to pull you into the dark room in the background."

Song Wenting was shocked.

The man nibbled on her earlobe, and then said in a low, hoarse voice, "Eat and wipe."

Song Wenting's eyes showed a bit of timidity and embarrassment.

Ji Yanzhou looked away, took her into his arms, and muttered: "Fortunately, the primary school girl was not caught by me at that time."

Song Wenting thought of his past when he was abandoned by others, and the timidity in her eyes disappeared. She grabbed the tie she bought for him with her small hand and pulled it down directly. With a charming smile: "That's quite a pity."

In the next second, the goblin grabbed his neck and sent a kiss.

The eyes were thick and deepening, and the desire to kiss was full of ambiguousness in this small space.

until there was a knock on the door.

Song Wenting woke up, she was about to evacuate.

Unexpectedly, the man took her to his arms again, and the kiss continued to roll off. He clasped her face with one hand, and said, "Don't pay attention."

Not as thick-skinned as him, Song Wenting took the time to respond when the next knock on the door sounded: "Wait, horse..."

The words were directly kissed back.

Song Wenting couldn't help making a sound, but no matter how heard it, felt coquettish.

The person outside the door stopped, and then Xu heard her voice, and said directly from the door: "Mr. Ji, Mrs. Ji, sorry for disturbing you, you can continue."

The two girls walked away with the noise of giggling, and Song Wenting's face turned into a ripe shrimp.

She glared at the initiator.

There was a dumb laugh and said, "After the recording is over, follow me."

Song Wenting said "Oh".

Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell under the blush of her earlobe, and her eyes darkened a few times: "Take out the clothes and change them for you."

"I can do it myself."

Ji Yanzhou: "Wife, don't be shy."

Song Wenting also wanted to refuse.

He said again: "Anyway, what part of you has not been kissed by me?"

Song Wenting: "?"

His lascivious appearance instantly appeared in his mind, but he asked her, "Are you satisfied with the kiss?"

Song Wenting held back and finally said, "Shameless."

Ji Yanzhou smiled sullenly: "Well, it's shameless to want a wife."