Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

This tutor is Wen Yu, who is older and an artist.

The program team invited him to sit in the town, and he was much more tolerant of these young people than Xi Nancheng.

Meng Fu was one of the highlights of the show, and the insiders of the show knew far more about her rumors than those on the Internet.

On a talent show, a trainee who doesn't even know musical notation appeared unexpectedly.

Wen Yu's impression of her changed a little last time, and he felt that she was still a talented person.

But now...

Wen Yu looked at the writing on the white paper, with a wild posture, iron and silver hooks, unrestrained at all, it looked like it was written by a person with a very deep foundation, reading the writing is like looking at a person, this writing is really extremely beautiful.

Wen Yu is good at studying calligraphy and painting, and he is ashamed of himself for the word Meng Fu.

Just looking at these words, it is almost a different image from the short-sighted and low-educated person Wen Yu saw in the show before.

Wen Yu was surprised.

"Teacher Wen?" Xi Nancheng was thinking about Ye Shuning, and when he walked to the door, he found that Wen Yu hadn't followed.

Wen Yu was a little bit reluctant, so he looked away, took two steps forward, and said in surprise: "I just found out that Meng Fu's handwriting is very beautiful, go and have a look."

"Writing?" Xi Nancheng glanced at the table and smiled, "Ms. Wen, maybe you can look at Ye Shuning's calligraphy, she won the second prize in calligraphy, but she never mentioned it on the show. When you see her handwriting, you know that some words are not calligraphy."

The whole program was dedicated to stir up Ye Shuning alone, to keep Ye Shuning popular every once in a while.

Listening to Xi Nancheng's words, Wen Yu paused: "Nancheng, you have too much prejudice against Meng Fu."

Xi Nancheng smiled and didn't explain, "Mr. Wen, I have something else to do."

Everyone else is practicing dancing, but she is the only one who is writing. Xi Nancheng is used to such tricks in the circle.

Xi Nancheng wanted to discuss with the director about getting a private teacher for Ye Shuning, he greeted Wen Yu, and left without looking at the papers on the table.

**

bathroom.

Meng Fu leaned against the door, stuffed the earphones into his ears with one hand, and turned on the faucet with the other to wash away the light black marks on his hands, "Sister Zhao?"

It was Zhao Fan who called her.

"Find a time to come out at night, at six o'clock," Zhao Fan should still be in the company, speaking in a low voice, "Brother Su is back, remember, you must not be late."

Meng Fu leaned against the sink, and began to wash his other hand slowly: "What's the matter, we have to rehearse tonight."

She knew that Brother Su that Zhao Fan was talking about was her assistant.

To be precise, Assistant Yun only lives in the mouths of female reporters and Zhao Fan.

After following the female reporter for a month, Meng Fu never saw her again.

Of course, Meng Fu didn't understand why Zhao Fan, a manager, called his assistant "Brother Su"?

"Didn't you always want to find a vocal teacher? I told Brother Su a few days ago to help you find one. He just came back today, so he probably helped you find a teacher." Zhao Fan pressed his hand on the phone , said: "Remember, I will pick you up at five o'clock in the afternoon."

Zhao Fan hung up the phone.

Meng Fu took a piece of paper from the side of the washbasin and dried his hands before going to Tang Ze to ask for leave.

Although Tang Ze was a little surprised, he didn't make things difficult for her.

Meng Fu is a bit special in the entire program group. Others, including Ye Shuning, never left the program group during training, but Meng Fu was an exception. He came and left whenever he wanted. Group.

Even the director acquiesced in this.

Tang Ze sometimes suspected that Meng Fu had an extremely large background.

Xi Nancheng came from the other side, just in time to see the back of Meng Fu leaving Tang Ze's office.

"Why did she come to see Teacher Tang?" Xi Nancheng glanced at Meng Fu's back and asked the staff.

The staff paused, "Ask for leave, I seem to be going to..."

Xi Nancheng directly raised his hand and said flatly, "Don't talk about her."

**

at the same time.

T city.

An old restaurant in the old street, full of tea fragrance.

On the second floor, near the window, an old man sitting on a chair played the erhu very elegantly, and the girl beside him sang softly.

It seems to bring people into the illusion of another world.

Not long after, Zhao Fan brought Meng Fu in.

On the second floor, Zhao Fan looked around, asked the waiter, confirmed a box, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Soon, the word "enter" came from inside.

Zhao Fan gestured to Meng Fu, and immediately pushed the door open to enter.

The box was not big, and there seemed to be sandalwood burning inside, which calmed Zhao Fan's nervous heart slightly.

Meng Fu kept playing with his phone with his head down, his expression was laziness, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be hooked.

Smelling the sandalwood, she couldn't help but raise her head.

At a glance, he saw the man standing by the window.

The other party was wearing a clean white sweater, clean and smooth, with an elegant figure, like a green bamboo.

"Brother Su." Zhao Fan lowered his voice and spoke.

Su Cheng turned around, and Meng Fu saw that he was still holding a teacup in his hand. His bony hands reflected the blue teacup, making it look whiter and slender, like cold jade. He put down the teacup, raised his head slightly, and the light Blurred his outline: "Sit first, people will be there soon."

The voice is calm, like the clear stream in the starlight on a cold night.

Meng Fu dragged a chair and sat down, rubbing his ears with his hands, the voice was really nice.

She just sat down.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Zhao Fan immediately stood up, "It should be the teacher!"

She went straight to the door.

There was a middle-aged man outside, he followed Zhao Fan in, "Excuse me, are you the Mr. Su that Mr. Chen said?"

"Hello," Su Cheng's eyes paused on Meng Fu's face, and Fu Er looked at the middle-aged man, and raised his hand to ask someone to serve a pot of tea again, "Did Mr. Chen say what I want from you?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

Su Cheng poured another pot of tea, and Zhao Fan quickly explained Meng Fu's basic situation to the middle-aged man with interest.

"You said it was her?" The middle-aged man finally understood the reason, and turned his attention to Meng Fu.

Zhao Fan nodded, "It's her, teacher, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man frowned. He glanced at Meng Fu, thought for a while, then shook his head, "Sorry, I already accepted a student this afternoon."

In the past, he would not easily refuse the person introduced by Mr. Chen.

But this time was different. The student in the afternoon was introduced to him by Xi Nancheng. When Zhao Fan talked about it just now, he also introduced the fact that Meng Fu didn't know any music theory.

Choose one or the other without thinking at all.

**

It's still the flower of the ticket~~