Pei Ximian doesn't like acting, and he can't act at all.
He used to be a resident singer in a bar. He likes singing and even enjoys music.
Later, he was discovered by brother Hua as a star scout by chance, but the other party didn't choose him to be a singer, but wanted to use his face to make a name in the entertainment industry.
Thanks to Zhang Li's selfishness, she has been pressing down his resources so that he can only play corpses.
Otherwise, when he really needs acting skills, he may be helpless.
Shen Wanqing lazily picked her eyebrows. She drank a mouthful of wangzi milk and seemed not to be distracted and replied, "guess. When you moved, I saw the guitar you took. It's well protected. Should I like it very much?"
Pei Ximian rubbed her wrist with his fingertips and gently nodded his head: "well, I like it."
"Don't thank me too much. If you really want to thank me, sing me a song? Use your favorite guitar." she drank Wangzai milk and looked at him with her side eyes.
"OK."
Pei Ximian went upstairs to get his guitar.
The color of the guitar is the primary color of wood. The timbre is very good. It looks like it's worth a lot.
At the moment when the strings were plucked and the fingertips were swept, Shen Wanqing found that the young man in front of him seemed to be different.
She knew that in front of her, Pei Ximian was a gentle and obedient teenager who considered her.
In front of others, it may be very cold or even indifferent.
But now immersed in music, he is very different.
It is a kind of tenderness and admiration only loyal to music.
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Two days later, Tang Mu came to find Pei Ximian. Shen Wanqing went to work in the company. Pei Ximian got on the bus and left with Tang mu.
Tang Mu took Pei Ximian to the recording studio.
Many people came from outside the studio, all of them staff here.
Tang Mu used to communicate with the people over there. When he left, he arranged Pei Ximian to sit aside and wait for him to come back.
Pei Ximian sat on a bench, his fingertips pressed down the brim of his cap, and didn't care about the curious sight stolen by people in the past.
After waiting for a while, Tang Mu and a middle-aged man came over.
The middle-aged man beside Tang Mu wore a pigtail, a casual black coat and a blue beard on his chin.
The middle-aged man didn't care much. He touched the beard with his finger belly. He glanced at Pei Ximian at random.
Then, the middle-aged man sneered at Tang Mu and said, "this is the person you want to introduce to me?"
Tang Mu nodded. He pushed his glasses with his fingertips and said, "his name is Pei Ximian. He is my artist. Pei Ximian, this is the famous music producer, Jack."
Pei Ximian stood up when Jack and Tang Mu came over. When he heard Tang Mu's introduction, he came over and nodded his head and said, "Hello, I'm Pei Ximian."
Jack's expression was casual and nodded carelessly, "well, hello."
Jack turned to Tang Mu and asked, "do you want me to make up a song for him?"
"Yes." Tang Mu nodded.
Hearing the speech, Jack couldn't help laughing. He shook his head and said, "Old Tang, we've known each other for so long. You should know my habits. I don't arrange music for people casually. Don't you remember?"
"I know." Tang Mu nodded calmly, "but didn't you also say that you would arrange music for someone you appreciate?"