I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    "In three days, such a work can be completed. No matter in terms of song, lyrics, technique or song emotion, it is impeccable. I give 4.8 points." Lao Jin held up the sign .

    "4.9." Lao Gao gave a super high score. This is a score close to a perfect score. No player has scored 4.9 in so many periods, which shows his love for this song.

    "4.9." Tianhou also gave a high score, "The future can be expected."

    "4.9." Mr. He gave his own rating.

    "4.9." Tian Wang held up the sign.

    The final score was 4.88, the highest ever for the show.

    "Is this score true?" The host looked at the numbers on the screen, and he turned to An Yinong excitedly, "The winner of this issue is born!"

    After two seconds of silence in the studio, a torrent of applause suddenly erupted, and the applause did not stop for a long time.

    An Yinong put his hands together and bowed to the audience and the judges: "Thank you, everyone."

    After breaking away from the emotion of the song, he is the lovely young man with a smile again. It is hard to imagine that he has such energy in his body to sing a song so powerfully.

    Until now, the hearts of the audience are still pounding. On the Internet, the audience has begun to frantically swipe, 'Aaaaaah-'

    "I feel very honored to witness the birth of this song, but I have a question, I am really curious." The host led the topic.

    "Actually, many audience members at the scene should have this question, and I also have this question, which is about song selection."

    "Hmm." An Yinong listened to his question.

    "You originally selected the theme of 'Poetic Life' and finished it. However, the next day, less than an hour before the theme was determined, you changed your mind and tore My previous songs. At this time, there is only one day left until the stage."

    So, it only took one day for this song to be staged from scratch.

    "So, why? What prompted you to make such a decision?" The host extended the microphone to the audience. He was very good at mobilizing the atmosphere of the audience. "Everyone is also curious, right?"

    "Curious!" the audience responded.

    Only Tao Ran in the audience had a different expression, he raised his head suddenly: The next day? Temporarily modify the theme?

    He didn't think about it before, but now that he heard this song, he naturally immediately associated his phone call with this matter. So, this song was actually written for him?

    An Yinong avoided Tao Ran's gaze and said calmly, "I just think the previous song is not the best. Since I can do better, why not give it a try?"

    "I know it's an adventure, do you want to do it?"

    An Yinong smiled and nodded: "It's not just me, but the judge teacher under the stage, if you have a little inspiration, even if you get up at three or four o'clock in the evening, you have to get up and write it down. This is not an adventure , can only say that everyone wants to pursue good works.

    "It's an instinct, a singer's instinct."

    The judges in the audience nodded with a smile. They are all people who pursue excellence, so they can understand An Yinong's seemingly crazy decision.

    "What do you think of the effect of this attempt?" the host asked again.

    "Very well, all the audience can testify for me."

    The audience laughed and applauded again.

    Afterwards, the host asked about the source of inspiration and ideas for creating this song, and An Yinong answered them one by one.

    Finally, as the winner of this year, the program group will provide one million public welfare funds, donated to the "Mountain Village Children's Reading Club" in the name of An Yinong to buy books and computers.

    At this point, this episode of the show has come to a successful conclusion. Whether it is the topicality or the quality of the songs that come out, they are all satisfactory. The director-in-chief saw the new record-high ratings and laughed until his eyes were wide open.

    The show ended, and the guests went backstage to remove their makeup. An Min apologized to An Yinong a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood before that you came to gild."

    This eldest sister has distinct likes and dislikes, and is a very generous person.

    "I like An Jie's grunge very much. If there is a chance, I really want to communicate with each other."

    "Of course," An Min's eyes lit up as soon as he mentioned the song, "Add a call and say when you come."

    The three resident guests are standing with An Yinong. They are still amazed now, and they sincerely accept this young singer and invite An Yinong to their private party.

    Zhang Ruojun, who was ignored by others, waited for a while until An Yinong finished talking to them.

    "Ke Yinong," Zhang Ruojun stopped him, his eyes were as crazy as a gambler who lost all his money, "I haven't given up."

    An Yinong looked at him quietly: "You stopped me just to say this?"

    "That's right."

    The young traffic in front of her reminds An Yinong of the crazy fan who sneaked into his house, intending to smear and stink the idol, and then possess and control it.

    Perverted.

    "I don't care." An Yinong looked at him seriously, and said the last thing he wanted to hear, "Everything you have, your people, your thoughts, I don't care. care."

    The capillaries in Zhang Ruojun's eyes seemed to be broken, and the eyes became blood red: "What did you say?"

    "You are irrelevant to me, and everything you have has no meaning to me." An Yinong smiled: jumping up and down, just looking at you for me? But I won't look at you, never will.

    Seeing Zhang Ruojun being dragged away by the manager, An Yinong sneered and went to change his clothes.

    "Host, just now Zhao Ze's remorse has risen to over 80. He must have come to see your performance. Is he sick?" The system trembled angrily.

    An Yinong poked it: "Isn't this a good thing for you? Why are you anxious to become ants in a hot pot?"

    The system is silent and there are many secret thieves.

    An Yinong ignored it. He just changed his clothes and saw Tao Ran when he came out. His agent was with him, a worried look with a tissue in his hand.

    "The song is very good." Tao Ran's smile injected vitality into his thin body, "Thank you."

    There were a lot of people in the background, and a few curious staff members came over.

    Tao Ran took a deep breath: "I have made up my mind, I want to take good care of my illness, and when I get better, do you want to go out for a walk and enjoy the spring together?"

    "Next March?"

    "Hmm."

    An Yinong put his hand down slowly and put it on his shoulder: "Okay."

    Tao Ran only stayed for two minutes and left, An Yinong did not stop him.

    It was cold outside, Tao Ran sneezed when he went out, and the manager hurriedly took out his coat and put it on him, feeling mixed: "You really made up your mind to have surgery?"

    "Well." Thinking of that person, Tao Ran's eyes lit up, "Now take care of yourself, see a psychiatrist, have surgery, and you will be able to recover next spring. That's when the flowers are in full bloom. "

    The agent nodded, feeling a little more gratified. Whether as an agent or as an individual, he hoped that Tao Ran would be well.

    At the other end, the guests left through the back door, and the assistant and the nanny car had been waiting for a long time.

    A lot of fans were already standing at the back door. An Yinong dragged his suitcase to look around and found that Zhang Ruojun was blocked, so he put on the hat on his coat, wrapped a scarf, and looked from one side. Slip out of the gap.

    "Ah, it's Ke Yinong!"

    An Yinong was shocked and found out? He turned his head and found that those who had surrounded Zhang Ruojun had turned to come over.

    Anyone of his fans?

    "Kinong." The crowd rushed over.

    "Come here." A strong hand suddenly stretched out beside him, grabbed his arm and ran.

    "Huh?!" An Yinong was pulled and ran more than ten meters away, and the wheels of the suitcase rolled rapidly on the ground, making a grunting sound. He looked up at the man who pulled him to run: "Brother Yu?"

    Zhao Ze in the crowd watched him being pulled away, his expression completely engulfed in darkness.

    The young fans around were frightened by him, and a few of them hid aside and whispered: "The expressions are so scary, obviously people are not bad."

    Zhao Ze took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and bit it slowly.

    "Kinong." He read these three words, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

    An Yinong and Tang Yu ran to a black car, Tang Yu opened the door and put people in, put the suitcase in the trunk, and sat in the driver's seat.

    The car started and drove off the trail. An Yinong gasped for breath. He turned his head and saw the people chasing behind him stopped there and waved to it.

    "Are those my fans?"

    "It wasn't before, but it probably is now." Tang Yu's voice contained a smile. Looking in the rearview mirror, An Yinong, who had just run for a while, had a flushed face on his face. He looked healthy and youthful, completely different from his previous singing state.

    The song is nice, but if possible, it's better to smile like this.

    "Brother Yu came to see me on purpose?" An Yinong suddenly asked.

    Tang Yu tightened his fingers on the steering wheel: "Well."

    The car became very quiet, and the sound of two people breathing could be heard.

    "How does it feel to listen to the scene?" An Yinong asked again.

    The previous question was avoided, Tang Yu didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or regret, he looked at An Yinong in the rearview mirror: "It's very good, but watching the video doesn't feel good. to the atmosphere of the scene.”

    An Yinong smiled in the rearview mirror, with sugar in his eyes, very sweet, and his expression was gentle.

    "By the way, your scarf." An Yinong remembered this, but the scarf was put in the suitcase, "Sorry, I put it in the suitcase."

    "It's okay." Tang Yu wanted to say that it's okay to stay, but it was abrupt, so he said, "I'll take it later. I heard that you haven't had dinner yet, do you want to eat something?"

    "I want to eat barbecue." An Yinong thought for a while.

    "Good."

    Tang Yu drove to a well-known barbecue restaurant in the city and parked in a nearby parking lot. He and An Yinong needed to bypass a small park to get there.

    "It's midnight snack time, so it's not easy to park nearby."

    An Yinong wears a hat that comes with his coat and a mask, only showing a pair of black and white eyes: "Have you been here many times, Brother Yu?"

    Tang Yu smiled and said, "I've been here a few times, but I'm all alone."

    "Meow~" A cat suddenly appeared in the flower bed, black and white cow color, long to exploded hair, lion face with erect ears. An Yinong's eyes lit up: "Which family is this princess in distress?"

    The cow-colored lion cat glanced at the two of them indifferently, fluttering its tail, turned and entered the flowers, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

    An Yinong was very disappointed, and the small snacks he took out were stuffed back into his pocket.

    "Yinong likes cats?" Tang Yu asked, silently taking the cat's characteristics in his heart.

    An Yinong has put away the snacks: "I just like to brush my hair. If I let me raise it, I don't have the energy. I like cats that others take care of, and I go to rub them from time to time."

    Is that so? That's... not bad.

    Tang Yu's ears turned red, he didn't know what he was thinking, he raised his head and looked at the lighted barbecue shop: "What kind of cat, puppet, or Maine does Yinong like? ?"

    These are long-haired cats, they are very good-looking, and they are still relatives.

    "I like the native lion cat, the long mane is very domineering."

    A few minutes later, the special assistant who finally found time to date his girlfriend received a message: "Where is the native lion cat? It's better to be a cow."

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