All the cubs I raise have become giants [Entertainment]

There were no lights in the small room.As the evening approached, a little bit of the setting sun passed through the small panes, interweaving bright and dark color blocks on the floor.

"not in a good mood?"

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice.The sound of slight electric currents rang out with the draft, the voice was so weak that it was almost a whisper, but it was very gentle when listened carefully.

Fang Huai didn't speak for a while, and turned on the blue-screen old man's phone at its loudest and put it aside.

This is the house 'allocated' to Fang Huai by the company, with white tile floors and old-fashioned furniture, the newspapers on the table are slightly yellowed, and the air is full of stale and old-fashioned books.The sofa is very small, and there is a creaking sound when lying on it.

Fang Huai is a little over 1.8 meters tall, with her long legs curled up on the old sofa, her hands resting behind her head.He was still at the age of a teenager, and his figure was thin, with a thin shadow from the collarbone down to the shirt collar.

The young man raised his head, opened his light amber eyes, and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

After half an hour.

"...Fang Huai?"

As soon as the words finished, the man on the other end of the phone pursed his lips slightly, and the look of annoyance flashed away in his eyes.

This was the first time he called Fang Huai's name, but his tone was too polite and alienated.

Fang Huai gradually regained his senses.

not in a good mood?

"not bad."

He bent his eyes, remained silent for a while, and changed the subject awkwardly: "Are you free recently? Someday, I want to invite you to my house as a guest."

This is true.

He thought, since they were already considered friends and Ye Yuyuan helped him a lot, he should thank him properly and earnestly.

Friends are for treating each other sincerely, not for complaining.

Ye Yuyuan was silent for a moment, then hummed lightly.

Until the phone hangs up.

It was getting late, and the man in a neat suit was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his thin lips were flattened, the twilight stagnated slightly in the dark eyes, and no special emotions could be seen.

From this height, it is enough to overlook the whole city, and the light of the street lights with faint smoke and fire is enveloping, but it cannot rise to the height of the 32nd floor.

What to say?

He actually hoped that Fang Huai would complain to him.

As if in that way, you will be a little closer than others.

The next morning, Fang Huai got up, listlessly went to wash up.

There were green plants on the window sill of the bathroom, and the young man's slightly raised hair was dripping with water droplets. He stroked the wet forehead hair with his hands, and took off the towel.

There is still no melody in the brain, a dull blank, which makes Fang Huai feel a little at a loss.

In the past, inspiration was like the air he breathed, inexhaustible, so when he lost it, he would feel even more uncomfortable.Not only that, but he found that he didn't even believe in singing - it wasn't that he didn't want to sing, the voice in his throat seemed to be blocked when he opened his mouth.

baffling.

He told Shi Feiran about his situation, Shi Feiran didn't realize the seriousness of the matter yesterday, and immediately took him to a trusted psychiatrist today.

"Minor anxiety," the doctor wrote a few words in his notebook, glanced at the big boy sitting obediently outside the glass door, and said, "He just arrived in a new environment and couldn't adapt... Did he have a relative who just passed away?"

It is caused by many factors, such as stress, anxiety, a foreign land, and the separation of relatives.

Shi Feiran was taken aback.

Fang Huai never told him. He only knew Fang Huai's hometown and his previous life, but he didn't know how his relatives were.

"Whether this problem is big or small, he can only adjust it slowly by himself, and don't put too much pressure on him." The doctor said helplessly.

It is not uncommon for people engaged in art-related work to have this situation more or less.

Inspiration is like a butterfly kissed by a muse. You never know whose palm it will land in. You can't hold it, and it flies away from your fingers in a flash.Writers, painters, musicians... Some people drink too much, some go crazy about it, some can't sleep all night, and some hang around on the streets.

"But he can't even sing, not even a word." Shi Feiran took out the cigarette and put it back again, "He's a singer."

It's afternoon now.

They tried a lot in the morning, asking Fang Huai to sing songs he had written before, singing other people's songs, asking him to sing "childish" which he had practiced countless times before... It didn't work.I can still speak, but when I want to sing, I can't make a sound when I open my mouth.

"It couldn't be more normal."

This is not purely a psychological factor. There are many cases of physical barriers caused by psychology, and there are even more cases of artists.But this is different from depression, autism and the like, which cannot be intervened through drug treatment, at most psychological counseling.

Maybe Fang Huai should be given a rest, Shi Feiran thought.

However, things backfired. As soon as he left the house, he received a call from Wang An, the music director of "Frost":

"Mr. Shi, how is the discussion over there? If it's convenient, we can have dinner and meet up tonight."

The subtext is to sign the contract by the way.

This morning Wang An and Lin Shengyun got together to find out all the videos of Fang Huai singing in the past.

Although Lin Shengyun said it himself before, thinking about how the netizens would laugh at him when he announced the news made his face ache, but he was able to distinguish the priorities.Rather, they should be thankful for meeting Fang Huai just in time.

Seeing that the filming was about to start there, and the theme song hadn't been set yet, many people urged Lin Shengyun to find someone.

And he was confident that Fang Huai would not refuse. "Frost" will definitely win an award, and Fang Huai will be worth a hundred times by then-even if he doesn't say such utilitarian things, the kid writes songs and sings very smartly, this is not difficult for him, right?

"Well," Shi Feiran sighed, "There are some emergencies, if it's convenient for you, let's meet and talk."

two hours later.

Shi Feiran and Fang Huai left, and Wang An and Lin Shengyun were left in the private room looking at each other.

Just taking care of Fang Huai's emotions, they didn't bring the matter up to the public, so they can open up now.

"Can't write songs, can't sing?"

"The kid's manager said," Lin Shengyun said, "it's still okay to write——Shi Feiran showed it to me, and it lacked some inspiration, but it's okay to forcefully write."

'Not bad' is already a relatively high evaluation for Lin Shengyun.

It is not as good as the songs written by Fang Huai before, but it is more in line with the feeling of "Frost" than most of the people they have met before. Art is a very emotional thing, and Fang Huai is indeed the person who is suitable for "Frost".

"But... I really can't sing anymore."

"I have an idea," Wang An hesitated, "Why don't you ask him to write the main tune, find a composer—for example, Lao Hu to polish it, and find another singer to sing?"

Lin Shengyun's face darkened:

"Bullshit."

What they thought yesterday was to leave the composition, lyrics and singing to Fang Huai.This is a bit like a big gamble, but the talent and aura Fang Huai showed before is worth their bet, and he is popular and hot, and the investors will not object very much.

But if he is only asked to write songs, Fang Huai's personal resume will not be able to support him, and he will not be able to take the lead.

Now let Fang Huai write the main tune, find a composer to polish it, and then find a singer to sing. At that time, Fang Huai can only hang his name in the corner, and he will not even appear in the main cast of "Frost". Clothes—Although Fang Huai contributed a lot, all the honors of "Frost" in the future have little to do with him.

It is a pity.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, even though Shi Feiran and the others intentionally concealed it, within a day, some news leaked out one after another.

First, the news that Lin Shengyun intended to ask Fang Huailai to compose, write, and sing the theme song of "Frost" was brought to the Internet by netizens.

"@瓜农在线发家富富V: Hahahaha I just ate a shockingly large melon, and Director Lin is about to slap himself in the face. It is said that he turned his head after saying to the media, 'I will never ask Fang Huai to sing in this life', After listening to Fang Huai's "Star", I changed my mind again, and I made an appointment with Shi Feiran to talk about things in the afternoon, and I came across [picture] by chance."

[Director Lin: Even if I die here, even if I jump from the outside, I won't... Fang Huai Zhenxiang.jpg]

[Since the hype is rolling, Frost Girl begs a certain company to stop tying us up for hype. 】

[It's really not hype, I'm not interested in identification, Director Lin and Wang An really have this idea.I thought Fang Huai was very spiritual before, and it seems that he is also lucky, and he met a nobleman as soon as he debuted. 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhh hug my cub like crazy!However, sisters, don't spread it, spread it to recruit gangsters, and wait for the official news.Hope all goes well. 】

Of course Fang Huai's fans are the happiest.

The movie "Frost" can't hit the market, and they will follow it to the sky.Moreover, even if it hits the street, it has written a theme song for a movie on its resume, and the weight is not the same.

Then they waited and waited, but before the official announcement of "Frost", they heard the gossip first.

——Fang Huai couldn't sing or write.

The news hadn't spread yet, and it was smothered by fans, but it also caused a panic in a small area.Most people think it's impossible, but...

What if it was true?

However, several agents learned about this through their own channels, and they couldn't sit still anymore, hoping that Fang Huai would get out soon——Fang Huai got out, this spot might fall to their own artists, they just Vested interests.

"Let's not write," Shi Feiran said on the phone, "Fuck his "Frost", there is no shortage of money."

Shi Feiran endured and endured, so he didn't swear directly on the phone.

This is not what Lin Shengyun meant. Perhaps Wang An expected that Lin Shengyun would not agree, so he asked his assistant to talk to Shi Feiran privately—asking Fang Huai if he could write the main tune for them, and they could write it for any amount.

How much money can be used, the subtext is of course, Fang Huai can only put his name in the corner of the theme song of "Frost", and he will not be in the main cast list.At that time, Shi Feiran replied to the other party with three words, 'It's not worth it'.

Accepting commercials, endorsements, and appearing in variety shows, with his current popularity, Fang Huai can live well without singing.

But... Shi Feiran sometimes thinks that he really doesn't sing any more, and only uses advertisements for variety shows every day as a vase, which seems to run counter to Fang Huai's original intention.

"I don't think so."

Fang Huai cooked a bowl of noodles for himself, and said seriously to the phone: "I like the story of "Frost" very much, and it is not troublesome to help them write a song."

Shi Feiran and others didn't explain many things to him clearly, but Fang Huai could guess it himself.

Fang Huai's idea was simple.

Although he has no inspiration now, and he is not satisfied with what he wrote out, but if it can help others, there is nothing wrong with it.He wrote and sang songs for nothing, and he thought "Frost" was a good story.

That's it.

The lack of inspiration brought a lot of depression, but Fang Huai still maintained a very good demeanor and character.Shi Feiran sometimes feels that he doesn't look like a kid from the mountains. He doesn't understand many things, but his vision and mind are wider than many adults who have seen the world.

His thoughts are simple and thorough.

Fang Huai hung up the phone, turned on a small night light, and ate a whole bowl of noodles seriously.

Wash the dishes after eating, sit on the sofa and watch TV.The old-fashioned TV still has a snowflake screen, and a sitcom is playing, and the picture flashes frame by frame. The dim light of the night light stops on the boy's eyelashes, like tiny stars, and he looks at it seriously.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the sitcom ended and the commercial was cut. Fang Huai picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

He sat on the edge of the window sill, took a leaf that fell outside the window, folded it, and put it on his lips.

It's a nursery rhyme with a simple melody.

The evening wind lifted the young man's forehead hair, and a bird landed on Fang Huai's shoulder, tilting its head and rubbing against him.

He lived on a low floor, but he could see the crowds and lights downstairs. The sweet potato seller hugged his granddaughter, lit the lamp, closed the stall, and walked slowly towards home.

He tasted a little bit of desolation from those fireworks.

Fang Jianguo said that people are born lonely, but he didn't believe it before.

Thinking about it now, many things were actually right by him.

When he was sober, Fang Huai seldom reminded himself of Fang Jianguo, which would make him feel better.He doesn't like to be separated, and he doesn't like to be separated for a long time, but he has been experiencing these since he was a child.

Fang Huai went to sleep.

He was in a deep sleep and didn't hear the ringing of his cell phone.

The next day, on the first floor of Starlight Entertainment.

"Fang Huai? He's exhausted, he can't write songs anymore."

"I can't even sing, it's too miserable."

"It's still possible to get an endorsement on a variety show, but don't think about creating an artist character anymore, it's ridiculous."

"I heard that it can still be written. Wang An wants to ask him to write a keynote - the unnamed one, and it is estimated that he will make wedding clothes for others."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

As soon as Shi Feiran walked through the glass door, all discussions were silenced.

The centipede is dead but not stiff, and the people in the circle are ruthless, but Fang Huai hasn't collapsed yet, so it's fine for them to talk behind their backs, and they definitely don't have the guts to mock them face to face.

With a smile on his face, Shi Feiran thought to himself, why should a group of people on the streets worry about other people's lives?Even if Fang Huai never sang, he still had a better life than this group of people.Shi Feiran came here this time to talk about the endorsement, and a certain luxury brand is interested in Fang Huai.

But he couldn't say it, he could only hold it in his heart.

Still a little angry, about the "Frost" thing.

Because of the rumors about Fang Huaijiang's exhaustion, Shi Feiran was watched all the way, but when he entered the elevator and came out, suddenly no one looked at him.

Everyone is staring at their phones.

Shi Feiran: "?"

For no apparent reason, he took out his mobile phone, opened Weibo, and entered the trending search.

Then I saw—

"Frost" theme song composition announced"

Shi Feiran clicked in, dumbfounded.

He saw the big words on it:

"Composer: Fang Huai."

Written in the most eye-catching position of the main composer, not a name, not cannon fodder, it will be on the main cast table.

The "Frost" official and Lin Shengyun released the certification at the same time.

……it is true!

Fang Huai slept until eight in the morning.

Shi Feiran didn't look for him, he had nothing to do, he tried to write a song by himself, but couldn't write it, and then he did housework again.

When there is nothing to do, Fang Huai is still very self-disciplined.

Practice first, read the newspaper when you are free, go to bed at two o'clock in the afternoon, and wake up in the evening again.

His smartphone kept vibrating.Fang Huai glanced at it cautiously, and picked up the elderly phone that was ringing on the other side first.

The door in his brain was still blocked, the sound, light and color were isolated behind him, his ears were empty, and he couldn't hear any melody.

He's almost getting used to the feeling.

Today's sunset is very beautiful, the red edge is plated with a layer of gold, and the very romantic color spreads on the ground.

On the other side of the phone, there was a slight sound of electric current and shallow breathing.

"Ok?"

The man was silent for a long time, and asked in a low voice:

"Want to see the stars?"

The cold but gentle voice suddenly coincided with the picture and sound many years ago.Fang Huai's fingers holding the phone tightened, and he felt slightly dizzy.

—Want to see the stars?

— If you want to go, we will go now.

"If you want to go, let's go now."

The evening wind suddenly became hasty.

During that burst of fireworks, Fang Huai's mind suddenly burst out with many notes and movements.