As a new associate, Cheng Yiran was enjoying a real star's welfare---a single studio and a restroom only for himself . These were given by the director of Feiyun Entertainment… It should be because Cheng Yun thought highly of him .
In the restroom, Cheng Yiran felt that his throat had almost broken down after finishing the singing class… This place was more like a bedroom rather than a restroom with all facility equipped .
Li Zifeng knocked at the door with a black case in hands . Cheng Yiran was very familiar with this kind of case---It was for packing the guitar . Li Zifeng sat down and smiled, "How are you these days?"
"Alright but a little tired . " Cheng Yiran rubbed his eyebrow .
"Well, hang on . You will be busier when your first performance date is fixed . " Li Zifeng opened the case, "See, I gave you a surprise, have a try . "
Cheng Yiran was stunned but he still took the guitar from Li Zifeng---As a rocker, he couldn't take his eyes away from it when touching the guitar . He asked, "Is it… Zemaitis? It is the shortened version . "
"Yes . " Li Zifeng smiled, "Take it easy, it is not a copy but a second-hand one . This was bought accidentally when I went on a business trip to Europe the year before last year . Yours is nice but too old . You are deserved to have the best guitar . "
Cheng Yiran shook his head and returned the guitar Zemaitis back to Li Zifeng, "It is too expensive and worthy of being a collection . I can't accept it . "
"Just take it!" Li Zifeng was enthusiastic, "It is useless to me . But for you, it can bring the largest value! Furthermore, you are destined for the large stage, the old guitar would be laughed and looked down upon by others . "
"Mine is perfect . " Cheng Yiran shook his head, "I will be not used to the new one . "
Li Zifeng was stunned and didn't say anything further . He smiled, "You don't seem to be a reminiscent person . Keep it first . One guitar is not enough for a rocker . "
"Then… thanks . " Cheng Yiran nodded---He liked this 'Zemaitis' so much!
"Hong Guan came here for you today . " Li Zifeng told him .
"Hong Guan?" Cheng Yiran was stunned into silence . "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Li Zifeng explained, "I was afraid of bothering your practice . And… forget it . You can chat with him when you are free . "
"Be frank, please . Say what you want directly . " Cheng Yiran frowned, he felt that Li Zifeng was hiding something .
"Nothing . " Li Zifeng shook his head .
But Cheng Yiran didn't believe him . He stared at Li Zifeng seriously, "You'd better tell me the truth . "
"You win . " Li Zifeng sighed, "Mr . Hong told me that he was your band partner and brother . "
"Then?" Cheng Yiran frowned .
Li Zifeng sighed again, "We chatted for a while and finally… finally he begged me for a chance to sing . But, Yiran, he was too normal . I gave him a chance because of you . But you know that our company wouldn't put much effort on him . "
"Did he beg you?" Cheng Yiran kept his brows knitted, "He would never do that!"
"Believe it or not . " Li Zifeng said with a shrug, "Maybe he had a financial crisis . He seemed pretty tired . "
"His wife is going to give a birth to a baby . " Cheng Yiran shook his head, "We were really poor before . "
"That explains it . " Li Zifeng nodded, "Maybe he is going to borrow money from you . After all, you are famous than before . And he needs money for welcoming a new baby . "
"No . He wouldn't!" Cheng Yiran got angry .
"Fine . It's all my fault . " Li Zifeng tried to comfort him, "There is a saying that without money, even a hero will be driven against the wall . You have also gone through tough days . Can you be sure that he is not jealous? People will change sometimes . "
Cheng Yiran said nothing… He had to admit that Li Zifeng was correct . He did beg for a chance to perform and even parodied others .
"Or we can do it in this way . " Li Zifeng proposed . "I have friends working in the television station . They can provide jobs such as minor characters or scriptwriters . But it is impossible for him to make his debut as a singer . Our company won't allow you two to be in a combination debut, as he will pull you down… What do you think?"
"Give me some time…" Cheng Yiran took a deep breath, "I want to have a rest . "
"No problem, you go have a rest first . " Li Zifeng nodded, "I will come by tonight . You need to have dinner with our director and big boss . "
"Big boss?" Cheng Yiran was shocked… As far as he knew, Director Cheng had a high status in Feiyun Entertainment; therefore, he didn't see much of the other high level management leaders .
Li Zifeng smiled, "I have never had dinner with the big boss . This is the first time! So, have a good rest and give the big boss a nice impression . Your future will be bright . " He patted Cheng Yiran's shoulder for encouragement .
Cheng Yiran played the 'Zemaitis' guitar and kept silent . He took out his phone and dialed the first phone number---Hong Guan's phone code .
"Hello, Yiran!" Hearing of the familiar voice… Chen Yiran felt an invisible estrangement between Hong Guan and him . Compared with Hong Guan, he was much calmer, "Er, I heard that you were looking for me… Anything the matter?"
"No, nothing!" Hong Guan smiled, "I was worried about you as you did not keep in touch . And the landlord said that you moved away . I saw your information on one magazine, so I came to look for you . It is really a big company, you should cherish the chance . "
But Cheng Yiran heard there were noises through the phone . Cheng Yiran frowned, "Where are you, Hong Guan, what are those noises?"
"Oh, it is a garage . Wait for a moment, I will find a quiet place . " Later, Hong Guan continued, "How are you these days?"
"Why are you in… a garage?"
"Er, the treatment here is good and I majored in automobile service before meeting you… Basically, I need to make a living here . "
Cheng Yiran was silent for a while, "I heard that you sang a song here… right?"
"Yes . " Hong Guan said, "Is there any news here? I am nervous and I don't know if they are satisfied or not… I don't intend to sing anymore . But I still had a try with the final shred of hope . "
But Cheng Yiran didn't say anything . And Hong Guan understood suddenly, he smiled, "It's okay, I know my level . You… don't need to say good words for me . Did Mr . Li give you trouble?"
"No… Hong Guan, I need to go to a class now . " Cheng Yiran said, "Let's talk later, OK?"
"Sure, you work first!" Hong Guan said, "Congratulations! You seized the chance to achieve your dream…" But the phone had been hung up . Hong Guan shook his head and put the phone into his pocket… His master in the garage was calling him back .
'Without money, even a hero will be driven against the wall . '
Cheng Yiran thought of Li Zifeng's words, people would change . 'Can we only go through hardships… He came to ask for a chance behind my back . Doesn't he remember that it was he who decided to dissolve the band first?'
Cheng Yiran thought a lot . He found that…He was drawn into the excitement and he didn't even think about Hong Guan's condition these days . He didn't believe that Hong Guan would depend on… him .
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Li Zifeng asked Cheng Yiran carefully . They were on the way to the restaurant for the dinner with director Cheng .
"Oh… nothing . I am just tired after class . Let me take a break . " Cheng Yiran shook his head and looked at Li Zifeng, "As for the jobs in the television studio, can you make sure that they are available? "
"Of course!" Li Zifeng patted his own chest and promised, "I am familiar with them . If necessary, a scriptwriter can be expected . It is much better than singing in the street, don't you think so?"
"Please go ahead . " Cheng Yiran took a deep breath, "Thank you . "
"My pleasure . " Li Zifeng pretended to be angry, "Never say thank you to me . I will help you because I found you first . Your happiness is my happiness . Now, it is very vital for you, I will help Hong Guan on that job so that you can concentrate on your training . I will serve you twenty-four hours a day, don't worry . "
Cheng Yiran said nothing but patted Li Zifeng's shoulder . He closed his eyes---and felt that Li Zifeng was his talent scout .
In the bustling street, the shopping malls were filled with people as the evening lights were lit . It was business time for the peddlers . Some of them were selling watches, toys . Some were carving, mask pasting and others were starting a music show .
"Just because I looked at you one more time in the crowd, I never forgot your face again, and I dreamed that one day…" Hong Guan was singing and playing the guitar here . He had started his third song with a small and simple music player . He came here after work eating nothing . There was a booth selling phone chargers in front of him .
"I'd rather spend my life waiting for you to find out…" There would be some change given to him by passers-by and some income for selling the chargers . A dozen coins were accumulated .
This was because he had to buy some health products for his wife . Life was harder after he gave up music . The baby will be coming into the world soon, so he would seize every chance to earn money, including singing at a nightclub… without the passion for his music dream .
"The love story of this life, will not change . . . I am always by your side, and never be far away…"
A young man was clapping his hands in front of Hong Guan . He threw a one hundred RMB in the guitar case lightly… This was the biggest bill in this case as the others were one RMB or five RMB .
"Thank you . Thank you . " Hong Guan was very appreciative of this---generous young man .
"You are welcome . " The young man smiled, "Your voice is nice . "
Hong Guan was shocked and smiled bitterly, "You flatter me . My singing is only qualified for a street show . "
"It has nothing to do with singing skills . " The young man smiled, "It's about something else… will you be here tomorrow?"
"What?" Hong Guan was stunned and responded directly, "It depends, I will come if time permits . "
The young man nodded and disappeared into the crowd .
Seeing the bill, Hong Guan whispered, "A strange guy . "
"What was the name of this song?" Miss . Maid stopped and listened to the song playing on the recorder as she was holding tea for her master… It was sung by a female .
"It is 'Legend' . A popular song years previously…" Luo Qiu said lightly, "Well… it was really pleasant…You Ye, let's go to the street tomorrow . "
Miss . Maid, 'of course, agreed' .
As a new associate, Cheng Yiran was enjoying a real star's welfare---a single studio and a restroom only for himself . These were given by the director of Feiyun Entertainment… It should be because Cheng Yun thought highly of him
.
In the restroom, Cheng Yiran felt that his throat had almost broken down after finishing the singing class… This place was more like a bedroom rather than a restroom with all facility equipped
.
Li Zifeng knocked at the door with a black case in hands . Cheng Yiran was very familiar with this kind of case---It was for packing the guitar . Li Zifeng sat down and smiled, "How are you these days?" .
.
"Alright but a little tired . " Cheng Yiran rubbed his eyebrow
.
"Well, hang on . You will be busier when your first performance date is fixed . " Li Zifeng opened the case, "See, I gave you a surprise, have a try . " .
.
Cheng Yiran was stunned but he still took the guitar from Li Zifeng---As a rocker, he couldn't take his eyes away from it when touching the guitar . He asked, "Is it… Zemaitis? It is the shortened version . " .
.
"Yes . " Li Zifeng smiled, "Take it easy, it is not a copy but a second-hand one . This was bought accidentally when I went on a business trip to Europe the year before last year . Yours is nice but too old . You are deserved to have the best guitar . " .
.
Cheng Yiran shook his head and returned the guitar Zemaitis back to Li Zifeng, "It is too expensive and worthy of being a collection . I can't accept it . " .
.
"Just take it!" Li Zifeng was enthusiastic, "It is useless to me . But for you, it can bring the largest value! Furthermore, you are destined for the large stage, the old guitar would be laughed and looked down upon by others . " .
.
"Mine is perfect . " Cheng Yiran shook his head, "I will be not used to the new one . " .
.
Li Zifeng was stunned and didn't say anything further . He smiled, "You don't seem to be a reminiscent person . Keep it first . One guitar is not enough for a rocker . " .
.
"Then… thanks . " Cheng Yiran nodded---He liked this 'Zemaitis' so much! .
.
"Hong Guan came here for you today . " Li Zifeng told him
.
"Hong Guan?" Cheng Yiran was stunned into silence . "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" .
.
Li Zifeng explained, "I was afraid of bothering your practice . And… forget it . You can chat with him when you are free . " .
.
"Be frank, please . Say what you want directly . " Cheng Yiran frowned, he felt that Li Zifeng was hiding something
.
"Nothing . " Li Zifeng shook his head
.
But Cheng Yiran didn't believe him . He stared at Li Zifeng seriously, "You'd better tell me the truth . " .
.
"You win . " Li Zifeng sighed, "Mr . Hong told me that he was your band partner and brother . " .
.
"Then?" Cheng Yiran frowned
.
Li Zifeng sighed again, "We chatted for a while and finally… finally he begged me for a chance to sing . But, Yiran, he was too normal . I gave him a chance because of you . But you know that our company wouldn't put much effort on him . " .
.
"Did he beg you?" Cheng Yiran kept his brows knitted, "He would never do that!" .
.
"Believe it or not . " Li Zifeng said with a shrug, "Maybe he had a financial crisis . He seemed pretty tired . " .
.
"His wife is going to give a birth to a baby . " Cheng Yiran shook his head, "We were really poor before . " .
.
"That explains it . " Li Zifeng nodded, "Maybe he is going to borrow money from you . After all, you are famous than before . And he needs money for welcoming a new baby . " .
.
"No . He wouldn't!" Cheng Yiran got angry
.
"Fine . It's all my fault . " Li Zifeng tried to comfort him, "There is a saying that without money, even a hero will be driven against the wall . You have also gone through tough days . Can you be sure that he is not jealous? People will change sometimes . " .
.
Cheng Yiran said nothing… He had to admit that Li Zifeng was correct . He did beg for a chance to perform and even parodied others
.
"Or we can do it in this way . " Li Zifeng proposed . "I have friends working in the television station . They can provide jobs such as minor characters or scriptwriters . But it is impossible for him to make his debut as a singer . Our company won't allow you two to be in a combination debut, as he will pull you down… What do you think?" .
.
"Give me some time…" Cheng Yiran took a deep breath, "I want to have a rest . " .
.
"No problem, you go have a rest first . " Li Zifeng nodded, "I will come by tonight . You need to have dinner with our director and big boss . " .
.
"Big boss?" Cheng Yiran was shocked… As far as he knew, Director Cheng had a high status in Feiyun Entertainment; therefore, he didn't see much of the other high level management leaders
.
Li Zifeng smiled, "I have never had dinner with the big boss . This is the first time! So, have a good rest and give the big boss a nice impression . Your future will be bright . " He patted Cheng Yiran's shoulder for encouragement
.
… .
.
Cheng Yiran played the 'Zemaitis' guitar and kept silent . He took out his phone and dialed the first phone number---Hong Guan's phone code
.
"Hello, Yiran!" Hearing of the familiar voice… Chen Yiran felt an invisible estrangement between Hong Guan and him . Compared with Hong Guan, he was much calmer, "Er, I heard that you were looking for me… Anything the matter?" .
.
"No, nothing!" Hong Guan smiled, "I was worried about you as you did not keep in touch . And the landlord said that you moved away . I saw your information on one magazine, so I came to look for you . It is really a big company, you should cherish the chance . " .
.
But Cheng Yiran heard there were noises through the phone . Cheng Yiran frowned, "Where are you, Hong Guan, what are those noises?" .
.
"Oh, it is a garage . Wait for a moment, I will find a quiet place . " Later, Hong Guan continued, "How are you these days?" .
.
"Why are you in… a garage?" .
.
"Er, the treatment here is good and I majored in automobile service before meeting you… Basically, I need to make a living here . " .
.
Cheng Yiran was silent for a while, "I heard that you sang a song here… right?" .
.
"Yes . " Hong Guan said, "Is there any news here? I am nervous and I don't know if they are satisfied or not… I don't intend to sing anymore . But I still had a try with the final shred of hope . " .
.
But Cheng Yiran didn't say anything . And Hong Guan understood suddenly, he smiled, "It's okay, I know my level . You… don't need to say good words for me . Did Mr . Li give you trouble?" .
.
"No… Hong Guan, I need to go to a class now . " Cheng Yiran said, "Let's talk later, OK?" .
.
"Sure, you work first!" Hong Guan said, "Congratulations! You seized the chance to achieve your dream…" But the phone had been hung up . Hong Guan shook his head and put the phone into his pocket… His master in the garage was calling him back
.
… .
.
'Without money, even a hero will be driven against the wall . ' .
.
Cheng Yiran thought of Li Zifeng's words, people would change . 'Can we only go through hardships… He came to ask for a chance behind my back . Doesn't he remember that it was he who decided to dissolve the band first?' .
.
Cheng Yiran thought a lot . He found that…He was drawn into the excitement and he didn't even think about Hong Guan's condition these days . He didn't believe that Hong Guan would depend on… him
.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Li Zifeng asked Cheng Yiran carefully . They were on the way to the restaurant for the dinner with director Cheng
.
"Oh… nothing . I am just tired after class . Let me take a break . " Cheng Yiran shook his head and looked at Li Zifeng, "As for the jobs in the television studio, can you make sure that they are available? " .
.
"Of course!" Li Zifeng patted his own chest and promised, "I am familiar with them . If necessary, a scriptwriter can be expected . It is much better than singing in the street, don't you think so?" .
.
"Please go ahead . " Cheng Yiran took a deep breath, "Thank you . " .
.
"My pleasure . " Li Zifeng pretended to be angry, "Never say thank you to me . I will help you because I found you first . Your happiness is my happiness . Now, it is very vital for you, I will help Hong Guan on that job so that you can concentrate on your training . I will serve you twenty-four hours a day, don't worry . " .
.
Cheng Yiran said nothing but patted Li Zifeng's shoulder . He closed his eyes---and felt that Li Zifeng was his talent scout
.
… .
.
… .
.
In the bustling street, the shopping malls were filled with people as the evening lights were lit . It was business time for the peddlers . Some of them were selling watches, toys . Some were carving, mask pasting and others were starting a music show
.
"Just because I looked at you one more time in the crowd, I never forgot your face again, and I dreamed that one day…" Hong Guan was singing and playing the guitar here . He had started his third song with a small and simple music player . He came here after work eating nothing . There was a booth selling phone chargers in front of him
.
"I'd rather spend my life waiting for you to find out…" There would be some change given to him by passers-by and some income for selling the chargers . A dozen coins were accumulated
.
This was because he had to buy some health products for his wife . Life was harder after he gave up music . The baby will be coming into the world soon, so he would seize every chance to earn money, including singing at a nightclub… without the passion for his music dream
.
"The love story of this life, will not change . I am always by your side, and never be far away…" .
.
A young man was clapping his hands in front of Hong Guan . He threw a one hundred RMB in the guitar case lightly… This was the biggest bill in this case as the others were one RMB or five RMB
.
"Thank you . Thank you . " Hong Guan was very appreciative of this---generous young man
.
"You are welcome . " The young man smiled, "Your voice is nice . " .
.
Hong Guan was shocked and smiled bitterly, "You flatter me . My singing is only qualified for a street show . " .
.
"It has nothing to do with singing skills . " The young man smiled, "It's about something else… will you be here tomorrow?" .
.
"What?" Hong Guan was stunned and responded directly, "It depends, I will come if time permits . " .
.
The young man nodded and disappeared into the crowd
.
Seeing the bill, Hong Guan whispered, "A strange guy . " .
.
… .
.
… .
.
"What was the name of this song?" Miss . Maid stopped and listened to the song playing on the recorder as she was holding tea for her master… It was sung by a female
.
"It is 'Legend' . A popular song years previously…" Luo Qiu said lightly, "Well… it was really pleasant…You Ye, let's go to the street tomorrow . " .
.
Miss . Maid, 'of course, agreed'
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