A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Li Mushang asked with common sense: "Brother Shu?"

The man's eyes lit up when he heard Li Mushang calling him: "You know me?"

"I don't remember any children in this town coming back."

As a village keeper, the farthest place Mr. Shu has ever been to in his life is the nearby urban area.

He spends most of his time wandering and living in Mohe Town.

The social circle is also limited to the town. As a village guard, everyone calls him Brother Shu on the surface, but in fact most of them look down on him in their hearts, and few people take the initiative to talk to Mr. Shu.

Seeing that it was really the other party, Li Mushang hurried over and reached out to shake his hand: "My name is Li Mushang, and I'm a music producer."

"I've heard your story, so I've always wanted to meet you. I originally wanted to visit you tomorrow, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

Mr. Shu may have never heard of the title of music producer. He looked at Li Mushang repeatedly, and kept thinking about what words to answer in his head, but it was obviously beyond his knowledge reserve.

With an embarrassing and simple smile, he choked out two words in response for a long time.

"Hello there!"

The reason for the blizzard was that the entire crew just ate some corn on the cob, and the supplies purchased by Li Mushang and others really worked. Everyone got busy and started cooking instant noodles.

The director and Qiushou also found Mr. Shu standing next to Li Mushang: "You're here, have you eaten yet?"

"We are cooking instant noodles, let's have some together!"

Mr. Shu scratched his head and did not refuse, and everyone started to get busy.

In fact, Li Mushang wanted to ask the other party a lot of things, but Mr. Shu seemed to avoid him deliberately, and the two of them had no chance to chat.

A small amount of green vegetable leaves are added to the big pot of instant noodles. A group of people eat deliciously, squatting under the eaves and watching the beautiful aurora. Such a scene may never be experienced again in a lifetime.

After eating, everyone started to study with great interest. The box of fireworks that Li Mushang and the others bought was rarely seen in Mohe Town.

After having a meal of instant noodles with everyone, Mr. Shu obviously relaxed. He volunteered to take out a piece of burning wood from the room and light the fireworks placed in the distance.

Under the beautiful aurora, surrounded by endless darkness, a few seconds after the fuse burned, a firework flew into the sky with the sound of breaking through the air.

Everyone raised their heads and tried to follow the sound to find the firework flying into the sky, but it disappeared in the dark night.

In the air more than ten meters above the ground, the fireworks burst out into beautiful flowers, which exploded and tore a hole in the entire night.

Everyone lost their minds, and Mr. Shu was also thoughtful.

A few seconds later, the second firework experienced the same thing just now, flying into the dark sky, bursting out amazing fireworks.

Everyone was staring at it, but Mr. Shu suddenly ran into the snow with big strides, turned his head to look at the crowd, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

One arm is raised in a hugging motion, one arm is raised gracefully high, and the steps begin to dance.

This is a ballroom dance that was very popular in the last century called Babu. Nowadays, some older people in the squares of many cities also dance.

The village shrouded in aurora, the fireworks lighting up the darkness, and the old man dancing alone, the whole picture looks weird and beautiful.

Li Mushang stared blankly for a moment, words kept popping up in his mind, and he shouted: "Girl, write it down!"

Chen Jia reacted very quickly, took out the mobile phone in her pocket, and quickly took pictures and recorded it.

Looking at Mr. Shu dancing solo, Qiushou felt as if the seal had been opened in his heart.

He stepped into the snow, turned slightly and stretched out his hand towards Feng Bingchen.

The two of them didn't say a word, but Feng Bingchen covered her mouth in excitement.

Qiushou still maintained a smile on his face, and took the initiative to step forward and hold him back.

The two hugged tightly in the snow, and then began to dance ballroom dancing like Mr. Tree.

Li Mushang squatted on the ground, the amount of information on the screen in front of him exploded.

He quickly took out his small notebook and began to write frantically.

The fireworks are still flying towards the sky, and the old Mr. Tree and the young "Mr. Tree" dance together in the white snow.

At this time, many staff members instantly understood that Mr. Shu was not the lunatic that others said.

In his heart, his wife has never left, it's just that ordinary people can't see it.

After two or three minutes, the fireworks went out, leaving behind bursts of green smoke.

The two stopped dancing at the same time and did not speak, but stood looking at each other from a distance.

Mr. Tree smiled slightly, bowed to Qiushou, then turned and disappeared into the snow.

What happened before was so shocking that many people did not recover.

Director Han Jie slapped his thigh and kept sighing sadly. What happened just now happened so fast, he forgot to turn on the camera to record it.

The solo dancing under the aurora and fireworks sounds like it would never happen in the real world, but just now it really happened in front of everyone's eyes.

Director Han felt that if it was recorded, the scene just now would definitely win the award.

Qiushou walked towards Li Mushang quickly. He didn't care whether the pictures were recorded, and he cared more whether the lyrics were written.

He debuted as a little fresh meat who took the music route. He used to be very hip and was ridiculed, but it doesn't mean he doesn't understand music at all.

Li Mushang didn't talk nonsense, and handed the manuscript he had written to everyone to watch.

Whether the lyrics are good or not doesn't count, only those who are in it can judge good or bad.

Qiushou stared at the lyrics for a moment and lost his mind. The scene after scene reappeared in his mind, and his whole body froze in place as if he had been electrocuted.

Tears flowed out uncontrollably, which frightened Feng Bingchen beside him, and quickly lowered his head to take out a tissue from his pocket to help wipe it off.

Hot tears fell from his cheeks, forming ice beads in mid-air, sliding down into the snow and disappearing.

Director Han was a little surprised. He had been working with Qiushou for a while, and he knew very well that the other party was definitely not a particularly emotional person. On the contrary, he had a calmness that was rare among his peers.

He couldn't figure out why there would be such a big reaction after watching the autumn harvest after reading the lyrics, so he leaned over and lowered his head to watch it.

"I've never seen a village where the aurora appears."

"I have never seen anyone setting off fireworks late at night."

"Your eyes are like, Evening Star kills and sets fire."

"I didn't say anything. Night Breeze disturbed me."

The four lines of lyrics made the picture feel overwhelming, and Han Dao instantly felt goosebumps on his body, and it was the kind that would not dissipate at all.

He turned his head and looked at Li Mushang who was still squatting under the eaves in horror. The expression on the other party's face looked very serious, as if he hadn't stepped out of his own lyrics.