China Entertainment 2000

"It's terrible. Is the music scene over there so terrible?"

Chen Hao, who didn't know much about Taiwan's music scene, was speechless: "I thought the serious quarrel was in Hong Kong."

Growing up, it can be said that Chen Hao just happened to hit the peak of the Hong Kong Philharmonic. He didn’t know much about Taiwan’s music scene, but he knew the inside story of the four Hong Kong kings at his fingertips——

After all, her idol in middle school and high school was Lai Lai, one of the Four Kings of Hong Kong music.

It's just that because there was no Internet before, Chen Hao now refuses to admit the black history of being a fan and cheering for Dawn during his second year of secondary school - as long as I don't recognize it, there is no black history.

"It's the same everywhere. In the 1980s and 1990s, the mainland was also in a state of darkness. If we really talk about the music industry environment, after the millennium, the mainland may still be the best."

Zhou Yi, who was not surprised, threw away the melon rind in his hand, reached for a box of napkins from the chair nearby, and took one out to wipe his hands: "Because I have made full plans, after the millennium to now, two years later, the mainland can I can’t even name ten popular singers.”

"That's true, but it doesn't matter."

Compared with Zhou Yi's bold eating speed, Chen Hao, who was afraid of smearing his makeup, ate very slowly. After hearing this, he couldn't help but raise his hand to tuck the wind-blown hair behind his ears and said with a smile: "It's enough for you, the true god, in the Mainland music scene to suppress all ghosts and monsters."

In terms of performance and popularity alone, Zhou Yi, who debuted for only two years, has now made a qualitative leap, leaping from a young king to a Dinghai Shenzhen.

"You may have underestimated the fans of other singers, but now I am just the most powerful one."

Zhou Yi crumpled the napkin into a ball with a smile and threw it into the trash can not far away. He slowly stood up with his hands on his knees and stretched his waist: "Besides, compared to this, I still think filming is a little more difficult. .

"What is the killer smell that Jiang Wen is talking about? I have never killed anyone. Where did I get the murderous aura? Do I have to kill a few chickens before filming starts?"

When the progress bar reached the MV for "Killer", Zhou Yi, who had been able to fool around earlier, was completely stumped by Jiang Wen.

To be honest, he was quite unconvinced at first. He thought his eyes were already murderous, but when Jiang Wen showed him the footage, he shut up immediately.

Just practice cooking more.

This boomerang was finally returned to him by Jiang Wen.

"Why don't you act in a perverted direction?"

As an outstanding graduate of Chinese opera, Chen Haoliang, who played the innocent female college student in the "Killer" MV, narrowed her eyes into crescent moons, and the hem of her long skirt fell to the floor full of Italian style.

"I've already acted very perverted."

"That might be because you're not perverted enough."

Chen Hao stood up, holding the watermelon in one hand, and took Zhou Yi's right hand with the other, actively letting his palm lock his throat——

The man's slightly rough-skinned fingers rubbed against the white and tender skin of the woman's neck. Chen Hao raised his head and looked at him: "Imagine, now you are the completely crazy killer in the later stage of the script. You can't get me, want me." kill me."

"..."

Zhou Yi frowned and imagined the images of gentle scum he had seen in movies and TV shows. Just as he was about to give it a try, his eyes subconsciously glanced at the half-eaten watermelon on Chen Hao's free left hand...

The emotions that had just been brewing were shattered in an instant——

I can't stand it any longer.

"No, no, it's too dramatic for you to hold a watermelon."

Zhou Yi, who couldn't hold back his laughter, waved his hands repeatedly.

It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but it was Chen Hao's performance as if he was facing an enemy that was in stark contrast to the melon rind in her hand.

He has not received the education of a formal film and television actor, and it is difficult to ignore these things that will prevent him from entering the role.

"That's what the show was like."

Turning his head to look at the watermelon in his hand, Chen Hao thought about the scene just now and a smile appeared on his face. He casually placed the uneaten watermelon on the piano stand nearby.

This is a piano composed of black and white, and it is also the expression method that symbolizes the progress of the male protagonist's mental breakdown in the "Killer" MV.

At the beginning of the MV, the male protagonist played by Zhou Yi can still sit in front of the piano and play gracefully, which is in sharp contrast to the female protagonist who completely gives up the piano at the end.

The piano is the representation of the heroine.

"Do you still remember the first time we met? At that time, I was playing with my classmates in school. There were so many people walking around with things that I had to force myself to ignore them."

Chen Hao, who had his hands crossed in front of him and his back leaning against the piano, raised his head slightly, looking a little nostalgic.

"Remember, I tried to strike up a conversation with you on the pretext that I was lost, but unfortunately my classmate found out."

Zhou Yi curled his lips.

I think he got tired of visiting Tsinghua University and Peking University, so he started to visit Beidian Theater. I originally wanted to meet future female stars, but I ended up walking around for several days without seeing them. Fortunately, I met Chen Hao on the last day.

"Not only that, when I lent you money, my classmates said that you might be a gambling dog who cheats money. I opened my eyes and said that you only rely on your musical instrument and singing to defraud women out of money."

Chen Hao was very happy when talking about this matter.

If she hadn't lent money to Zhou Yi without hesitation, I'm afraid the two of them wouldn't have the level of mutual trust they have today. One hundred thousand yuan in 1998 was not a small amount.

We got to know each other really well.

"Short-sighted and vulgar."

Zhou Yi said confidently: "Just say whether you win or not."

I win and I am justified.

"You've won, but there's one thing I'm still curious about. Why don't you always delve into a profession? I remember that when you got rich, the piano teacher you chose said you were very talented."

Chen Hao crossed his arms in front of his chest, smiled, bent over, and moved his body: "You said that after a year of learning, you are almost on par with other people's boy kung fu."

"You listen to him, he just wants to charge more tuition fees."

Zhou Yi curled his lips disdainfully, glanced at the piano, and walked up to it. The annoyance in his heart prompted him to trace a circle on the black and white keys with his fingers after sitting down: "I have talent, but in the field of classical music, my talent is not enough."

"But I think you play very well." Chen Hao raised his eyebrows, looked sideways at the man sitting on the piano, and expressed a different opinion.

"It's enough in the entertainment industry."

Zhou Yi, who put his fingers on the keys of the piano, raised the corners of his mouth: "For the sake of you praising me so much, come on and order any song you like. My current worth can start from millions just for a commercial performance. You must cherish it."

"Well, Bach's "Nocturne". As you know, I have always been a loyal listener of Bach." Chen Hao blinked, his thoughts flowing, and he said with a smile on his face.

"That's Chopin, you fake fan."

After so many years, I heard Chen Hao say this unscientific statement again. Zhou Yi laughed and corrected him, sitting in front of the piano, looking the same as before.

The version played by the piano master Rubinstein came to Zhou Yi's fingers like clear spring water, and the elegant atmosphere swayed in the photography area full of Italian style;

The man in a black and white suit sat in front of the piano with a smile on his face, and the woman in a Mediterranean blue dress leaned elegantly beside the piano and listened quietly.

Not far away, Ning Hao, who wanted to remind the two people, was about to open his mouth when Jiang Wen, who had quick eyes and quick hands, covered his mouth. The latter raised his index finger and signaled all the cameras to change their angles and shoot in that direction.

For Jiang Wen, who is extremely good at capturing female beauty, this scene gave him a lot of inspiration.

Although Chen Hao still cannot understand piano music as before, he can still feel the different emotional changes conveyed in the music——

It was a magical thing for her.

Perhaps this is the charm of classical music.

The complete version of the nocturne is very long, and it is impossible for Zhou Yi to play it completely. But even so, after Zhou Yi stopped his fingers, Chen Hao still smiled and raised his hand to applaud him——

"Sounds good."

The applause broke the elegant atmosphere, and Chen Hao's cheers made Zhou Yi's mouth curl up, with a look on his face.

"low profile."

The words were pretentious, and four big words were clearly written on the face without any concealment: come and praise me.