All the cubs I raise have become giants [Entertainment]

That section of notes are stacked together in disorder, intertwined and entangled, playing by itself.

Ye Yuyuan lowered his eyes and fixedly stared at the line and a half of notes on the desk calendar.

His knowledge of music theory is not very good, so he can barely piece together a rough idea.The man was silent for a moment, looked at Fang Huai, pursed his lips slightly:

"This paragraph."

Only then did Fang Huai recall the two paragraphs he wrote down at that moment of inspiration an hour ago.

At that time, Ye Yuyuan asked him...

Want to see the stars?

Fang Huai leaned over to watch the melody, and after a while, something flickered in his light amber eyes.

"Do you want to hear it?"

Ye Yuyuan nodded slightly.

He curled his index finger, subconsciously trying to rub the cuff buttons, but found that he was not wearing a suit.He didn't have any special expression on his face, but if the secretary was nearby, he would definitely notice that - rubbing the cuff buttons was Ye Yuyuan's expression when he was a little nervous.

Nervousness is rare in Ye Yuyuan.

——This melody, like the "Heartbeat" that Fang Huai wrote before, is a song written for someone.

This premonition came without warning, but he was very sure.

In the small room, due to the transpiration of water vapor, the temperature is high and the night is spreading.

"Hold on."

Fang Huai held a leaf casually, and gently blew out this section.After all, there was only one and a half lines, and the melody was very short, and only the general tone could be heard before it stopped abruptly.

Fang Huai himself liked this part very much.

But he didn't know what Ye Yuyuan was thinking, before looking at the other person's expression, he was a little uneasy and apprehensive that he didn't come.

The sound of rustling rain came from afar, blocked by the small window, and the night was quiet and gentle.

Ye Yuyuan was silent for a long time, his index finger curled up and then released, his throat tightened slightly.

"What's the matter?" Fang Huai originally thought that this paragraph would not be bad, but seeing the man's reaction, he also raised it in his heart, "Doesn't it sound good?"

With his back turned to him, Ye Yuyuan said in a low voice:

"It sounds good."

His tone was as usual, standing in the shadow of the night light, he couldn't see his expression clearly, only the end of his voice was a little hoarse.

Fang Huai breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went to the kitchen to serve the bowl.

And Ye Yuyuan stood where he was, without moving for a long time.He straightened his back and stood upright, like a statue in the night.

But his heart is far from as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

His index finger curled up, his breathing rate was not steady.

The always serious and reticent man stood in the small room, a certain emotion overflowed little by little, making him feel at a loss for a moment.

...how should I put it?

This song seems to be written for him.

It's raining and I can't see the stars.

Ye Yuyuan started to lose his mind after listening to that short piece of melody.

At the dinner table, he has been silently picking up vegetables and helping Fang Huaibu vegetables not very skillfully, but his eyes don't meet him, and he will look away when he touches him, and his ears are slightly red.

Fang Huai felt strange, he lowered his head to eat, but when he didn't look at Ye Yuyuan, he could feel the gaze falling on him.

Fang Huai: "...?"

He is not a person who talks a lot. When he tried to chat at the beginning, the topic could not go on, so he had to give up.

The atmosphere is inexplicable.

Halfway through eating, Ye Yuyuan suddenly stood up, and his cell phone rang.

Fang Huai looked at him, nodded, and mouthed: "It's good that you are busy, don't worry about me."

Ye Yuyuan nodded, remained silent for a moment, and walked to the balcony.

The call is connected.

His heartbeat stalled for most of the night, and even the cool night wind at the end of summer felt smoky and hot.

Until then, he stood still and connected to the phone. He listened casually for a while.

Ye Yuyuan glanced into the room, turned around, the soft color in his eyes faded, and gradually returned to his indifferent appearance.

A moment later, a trace of ridicule flashed in the dark eyes.

He hangs up.

At the same time, Wang An was also calling Lin Shengyun:

"Fang Huai really can't sing, right? Let me tell you, forget it, it's not worth it, why bother to use the whole crew as a backing. In two or three days, if he still... how about another one. Let me see who, still It’s pretty good to have that so-and-so, both talented and enthusiastic.”

Lin Shengyun listened for a while, but felt a little bored in his heart.

There is nothing to say about Wang An's professional level, but he really looks down on his behavior in this aspect.Lin Shengyun is a stubborn person, and he also has the nobility of an artist in his bones.He made up his mind to take some things back from Wang An's hands, and don't let him dictate, so his attitude calmed down on purpose.

"Needless to say, I have no such plan," Lin Shengyun said, "Fang Huai is fine, the situation is not as bad as you think, and he died."

He hung up the phone, suddenly a little funny in his heart.

He just remembered something, and he hadn't had time to tell Wang An yet.

Because of this matter, even if Wang An is replaced as the music director of "Frost", it is impossible to replace Fang Huai as the composer.

On the other side, Wang An hung up the phone and scolded Lin Shengyun for being pedantic.

He has seen a lot of people like Lin Shengyun, it's okay to pretend to be high-minded, and carry it every day, won't he still bow to the capital and admit defeat?

He recommended Fang Huai to Lin Shengyun at the beginning because of the business opportunities in Fang Huai.Now because Fang Huai's talents are exhausted', business opportunities have disappeared, and troubles have also been brought. In his opinion, it is a business that loses money.

A meal comes to an end.

Fang Huai was actually a little frustrated, he felt that his cooking was okay, but Ye Yuyuan was distracted the whole time, and finally he ate the whole plate of sweet and sour pork ribs by himself.

"For a while," Ye Yuyuan paused, broke the atmosphere of silence, and asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong?"

It's raining tonight, so I can't see the stars.

Fang Huai looked back out of the window and said vaguely, "Maybe... go to bed early."

Actually not.

He had already sent a text message to Shi Feiran, asking him to drive to pick him up at nine o'clock.He planned to go there tonight according to what Wang An said. The filming location of "Frost" is in the neighboring city of Nanshi, and it only takes about three hours to drive.

It wasn't coercion or anything, he didn't even hear the subtlety and threatening hints in Wang An's words.It's just that he really wanted to write out that piece of music that was only one and a half lines long.

The lack of inspiration becomes very distressing at this time.

I don't know the cause of the inspiration at that moment, and a new environment may inspire me.

Frost might be that inspiration.

Ye Yuyuan hummed lightly.

"What about you?"

Ye Yuyuan was silent for a while, rubbed his index finger against his fingertips, and said in a low voice:

"I'll take you there."

"..."

Fang Huai was a little dazed, and thought about it seriously, did he just say what was in his heart?Maybe not.

His thoughts were quickly torn apart by that short note.

He could feel that this piece of melody was like a small gap, tearing away a corner of the huge pale curtain, revealing a little of the color and sound that followed.Although it was quickly closed, he had seen it.

He wanted to see the song in its entirety, very much.

three hours later.

"Frost" is a story from the period of the Republic of China.

Its filming location is in the neighboring city of Nanshi. It is a small fourth-tier city isolated from the world. It is a water town with gray walls and white tiles and hawkers selling supper in boats everywhere. Many old customs have been stubbornly preserved in the process of modernization. with flavor.

It was night, it was still raining, and the ground was wet.The lights went out early here, only the billboards were still a little white.

The car drove smoothly, with no bumps along the way, and Fang Huai fell asleep while sitting in the car.

His eyelashes drooped, his breathing was even, and the tip of his nose was still slightly red.He was wearing a slightly loose T-shirt, holding a small box in his arms, leaning against the back of the chair and sleeping soundly.

What Fang Huai held was a gift for Ye Yuyuan.I couldn't find the right time to send it off, so I kept it with me all the time, and fell asleep holding it like this.

Fang Huai had a dream, in which faint pictures and sounds emerged, everything was separated by a layer.

The laughter of the crowd came from afar, but the place where he was was very quiet and the wind was a bit cold.

The dream continued along that picture, the sky darkened little by little, a corner of the sky was covered, and the stars could not be seen.He smelled damp earth and rust, and the temperature was cooler.

until he was picked up.

The world suddenly opened up.

The man whispered something in his ear.

"..."

The dream came to an abrupt end here.

Fang Huai opened his eyes and looked at the strange ceiling.

The sky has not turned pale yet, and it is still raining lightly. This is not his home, but the hotel where "Frost" was filmed, very close to the crew.

He glanced at his watch, it was three in the morning.

The whole city is asleep, and when you open the window, you can see a small boat lying on the bank, the lights are extinguished, and only the stars are spreading on the river.

No one could be seen around, Shi Feiran was sleeping in the next room, and the sound of snoring could be heard from afar.

Fang Huai turned on the night light, sat down at the table in the room, took a deep breath, and opened the cap of the pen.

The nib lands on the paper, writing the first note.

"..."

Another three hours later.

The sky brightened, and the whole town regained its rhythm of breathing.The boat is shaking again, the fisherman's song is accompanied by the wind, and there is the smell of deep-fried fried dough sticks and soy milk in breakfast.Shi Feiran yawned and walked out the door, wanting to arrange today's itinerary.

The main thing today is to take Fang Huai into the group to have a look.

"Frost" has not officially started filming, and the set has already been set up.It was not chosen in the film and television city, but a new venue was selected and the venue was cleared in advance. In the past two days, actors have arrived one after another, and the opening ceremony will be held soon.

Regarding Fang Huai's incident this time, the online criticism was relatively successful - after all, the video involved personal privacy, it was quickly deleted, and it didn't spread much on the Internet. At most, it was discussed in an anonymous forum.

But it's not the same thing in private, and some people's words are even ugly.

Just as Shi Feiran took two steps, he was stunned. He saw a ball of paper at the door of Fang Huai's room.He bent down to pick it up and unfolded it.

is a full page of notes.

He knocked on Fang Huai's door, and the door opened quickly.The trash can was full of balls of paper. The ones he picked up just now were squeezed outside, and every ball of paper was filled with musical notes.

"Why did you lose it?" Shi Feiran asked strangely.

"Those are badly written."

Fang Huai said seriously.

Shi Feiran looked at the full trash can, feeling a little incredulous: "What time did you start? Three or four o'clock? Go to sleep for a while."

Fang Huai shook his head.

There is still some unruly and stubborn meaning in his bones, and he never thought about giving up.He could vaguely feel the barrier in front of him, but he was even more unwilling to admit defeat.

If it doesn't work once, just do it again, he is not afraid of getting tired.

There are many questions crowded in his mind, and this song is like the answer.