A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Huahua, who has been depressed and unhappy in Yanjing Hospital for the past few days, has finally recovered. The doctor has told him that he can go home to recuperate, but he still can't get angry.

As an "experienced person", Kim Jae Park also talked with him on the phone and passed on his experience.

The two of them can be regarded as having the same illness and they are artists of the same company, so they really met each other so late that they almost knelt down and begged each other over the phone.

Yuehua Entertainment still pays more attention to Huahua's discharge from the hospital. During the day, the paparazzi have been squatting outside the hospital, and even if the reporter has been squatting for so many days in a row until late at night, he is exhausted and drowsy.

At this time, the two drunk men started to fight for some reason on the side of the hospital, and the reporters were instantly attracted to it. Thinking that this could be regarded as social news, they all rushed over.

In an instant, a car came out of the hospital and parked outside the gate of the hospital. The reporter reacted and ran over quickly.

"Huahua. Will you seek revenge on Li Mushang after you leave the hospital?"

"There are a lot of opinions about you on the Internet now, what do you think about it?"

"Is the grievance between you and Li Mushang over?"

A swarm of bees squeezed out of the car and everyone was crowded, who knew that the window was slowly rolled down, but there were strangers sitting inside.

It seems that a passer-by picked up his family members and was discharged from the hospital. It happened to be misunderstood by everyone at this point.

The reporters had already seen the strangeness, and apologized again and again with an apologetic smile on their faces.

The passers-by in the car waved their hands impatiently, signaling them to get out of the way.

Then we saw that it wasn't Huahua, so we went to the front again to look for the two drunkards who were making jokes.

A few minutes later, an identical car stopped outside the hospital. Huahua, who was wearing a mask and sunglasses, walked out of the gate alone, opened the door, and got into the back seat. It took no more than ten seconds before and after.

This time it was not discovered by the reporters, and he was discharged from the hospital without anyone noticing.

In the back seat, besides Hua Hua, Du Hua was already sitting in it, fisting her head and closing her eyes slightly as if she was taking a rest.

The breeze from the rear window was blowing through her hair, and the weather in Yanjing was relatively cold after the rain. Huahua shivered involuntarily, but she didn't dare to tell Du Hua to close the window.

The car kept speeding on the road, and Du Hua suddenly said slowly, "Have you realized anything in the past few days?"

Huahua gritted her teeth and said, "I am at odds with Li Mushang, I want him to disappear from the entertainment industry."

Du Hua smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, sighed and said: "It seems that your courtyard is useless. If words can come true, then Li Mushang has died countless times."

Huahua hung her head and replied, "I should listen to Mr. Du and not act on my own."

Du Hua nodded slightly, and closed her eyes again with her hands still on her head: "This is still like a human saying, go back and rest for a few days, and then go to the company to record songs."

"It's very difficult to find a top songwriter platform for you this time. This song was originally written by the other party for a certain king, and now it belongs to you."

Huahua really got excited, this is the heart medicine that Du Hua said at the beginning.

Didn't Li Mushang talk about his works?
Then she, Du Hua, came up with a conspiracy, and let her artistes fight this big devil in the music world.

Li Mushang, who was far away in Rongcheng, had no idea that a plan against him had already begun.

At this time, he was biting his pen in the hotel room to create, and the aria of the opera Dingjunshan was constantly playing on the mobile phone beside him.

After not sleeping all night, Li Mushang's eyes were red, looking from a distance as if he had pink eye disease.

There are already several lyrics manuscripts on the table, which have been painted and drawn many times, and it seems that the creation has entered a bottleneck.

Stretched and stood up, opened the window and it was still raining heavily outside. The cold wind made the hot weather in late June disappear, not to mention it was still chilly.

Not to mention the cold wind blowing, I was really refreshed. A few minutes later, I went back to work, sorted out the manuscript, picked up the pen again, sat down on the edge of the French window sill, and continued to create.

These two days basically didn't go out, and the food was delivered by the waiter. Brother Liu came to visit a few times, and told Li Mushang to pay attention to rest and didn't bother him anymore.

Finally, on the third day, Li Mushang wrote the script of the lyrics, and he was also very satisfied. He basically didn't rest for several days, and the first thing he did was to lie down on the soft bed and sleep soundly.

I slept from the afternoon until noon of the next day, and returned to Xichuan Satellite TV after my mental state recovered, and gave the lyrics manuscript to Director Zhu and Teacher Tu Honggang for review.

He said softly: "It finally lived up to everyone's expectations. Are you satisfied?"

When Tu Honggang looked at the neat lyrics, there was a wave of shock in his heart, which reflected on his face and turned into a look of surprise. He couldn't help but envy Liao Changjian for taking in a good apprentice.

As a veteran singer of China's powerful school, you can tell whether the music is good or not at a glance. Li Mushang's "Dingjun Mountain" is really perfect like a work of art.

He opened his mouth and replied: "If I am not satisfied with this, then the music creators in the whole of China must hate me to death."

"The songs are perfect and the best I've seen in a long time."

"I have a hunch that maybe this song can give me a second life."

Tu Honggang was not stingy with his compliments, which made Li Mushang a little embarrassed, and the other party's words were more or less exaggerated.

From Li Mushang's point of view, the other party's "Patriotism" and "Chinese Kung Fu" are classics that cannot be surpassed at all.

"Uncle Tu, I don't even know how to respond to your praise, I appreciate it!"

"As for the arrangement, if Lao Xu helps to do it, it should take another two days."

Director Zhu opened his mouth and extended an invitation to Li Mushang: "Mr. Li, thank you for helping out in your busy schedule."

"Tomorrow, our entire team will go to Hengdian. I hope you can follow the team for the follow-up shooting."

"You are the creator of the song, and you have a very right to speak."

Li Mushang shrugged helplessly, his face full of regret: "In fact, I also want to follow you until the filming of the work is finished, but a few days ago the art troupe issued a recruitment announcement, and I will go back to report and then go to Hanguo to participate in the quadrennial Red and White Song Party."

"If this is the case, I can't go with you!"

Everyone's face is full of regret, but it is also understandable that 100% of the country's mission is the most important thing at any time.

Tu Honggang patted Li Mushang on the shoulder: "Then we won't persuade you boy, you are going abroad to perform on behalf of Huaxia, remember not to lose face."