China Entertainment's World of Light and Shadow

Despite the eternal cold, all things are still and calm. My heart should be calm and I can be alone.

When the mind and spirit are united, the Qi should follow each other, and they should be calm and calm.

No delusion, no anger, no desires, no abandonment, no selflessness.

Even the "Calming Mantra" can't calm my current anger.

The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a bright mirror. I should brush it diligently at all times to prevent it from attracting dust.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust.

All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such.

Do I deserve to deal with an alcoholic?

worthwhile.

Brother Honglei’s famous saying: If you are not full of energy, can you still be called a young man?

Grandma.

Brother Bo quickly pulled the drunk man out, and the drunk man and Brother Bo pushed and shoved each other.

"Did you write this lousy song "Mouse Loves Rice"? Can you save some face for us music creators? Music is noble and artistic. It is not a tool for you to make money." The thirty-seven-pointed man stood across the room.

Brother Bo was still yelling.

Wang Xun leaned on the back of the sofa in a lazy posture, leaning half of his body in Yang Xiaomi's arms, and began to carefully look at the drunk man's female companion. How to describe it?

Wearing an orange dress, her slender feet are wearing a pair of white high-heeled sandals.

A woman with a strong classical temperament gives people a gentler and more feminine feeling.

Beautiful but not showy, fresh and delicate.

Wang Xun recognized this beauty - Gao Yuanyuan, a girl with a clear mouth.

Needless to say, there is no need to say more about the drunkard, the musical talent——Zhang Yadong.

The biggest scumbag in the music industry, Gao Yuanyuan was cheated on during marriage and was involved in a lot of scandals.

"You said you are a music composer? Then sing your so-called artistic works and listen to them. Everyone is just half-hearted. Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?" Yang Xiaomi was the first to speak out with anger.

How can one not love this sassy spirit?

Zhang Yadong's face was flushed with alcohol, and he shouted at Yang Xiaomi: "You are the singer, right? It's none of your business. Don't make yourself uncomfortable."

Yang Xiaomi panicked like a deer. She was frightened by the sudden loud noise. She reacted by going up and scratching her face.

Wang Xun took her hand, shook his head, and waited until she sat down safely.

Wang Xunteng stood up suddenly, frightening everyone onlookers.

He smiled faintly and said in a cold tone: "Give me a name and draw a path. I don't even know who you are?"

Zhang Yadong shouted with arrogance: "Music composer, Zhang Yadong, producer of Princess's album."

Wang Xun nodded, and he saw that it was this scumbag. He continued to say in a sinister manner: "First of all, Mr. Zhang, you and I don't know each other at all. Isn't it a bit impolite for you to come here to provoke me like this?

Secondly, please apologize to my girlfriend Yang Mi. She is not Mi'er, so you don't need to talk nonsense to me.

I understand. Of course, if I call Miss Gao Yuanyuan Guoer, you will be very happy.

Our moral standards are inconsistent, so there is no need for friendship.

at last..."

Wang Xun walked forward slowly step by step, rubbed his upper lip, and said with a sneer: "You think music is noble and artistic?

Do I need to burn incense to bathe and change my clothes before playing the piano?

Do I need to hang up a black and white photo of you as an offering and burn incense?

Are you talking to me about music?

This guy is only 3 years old and has already released an album. How can he be called a senior?

Come and call me, senior, to listen!"

Zhang Yadong was speechless for a moment, anger began to fill his brain, and he thought about what to say.

At this time, Brother Xun quickly stood up and came forward. After all, they were all her friends.

However, before he could even speak, Zhang Yadong angrily pushed him back to his original position.

Brother Bo was dumbfounded, what was going on.

He quickly dragged Zhang Yadong away from the crowd, and Gao Yuanyuan helped him along, but this did not move the thin Zhang Yadong, which shows the power of alcohol.

Wang Xun stared directly at the struggling Zhang Yadong with contempt, raised his hand to his neck and made a stroke with the knife.

The song "Life is Like a Summer Flower" that you arranged is gone, that's what I said.

It’s a pretty good lyric, but combined with the experiences of you people, it’s completely tainted!

do you know?

When Zhang Yadong saw this action, he threw Gao Yuanyuan away with both hands, and Gao Yuanyuan fell to the ground.

"A crash" knocking over a beer bottle on the next table.

Several elder brothers at the next table suddenly stood up, their movements were uniform, and the bald elder brother in the lead yelled: "What do you mean? Looking for trouble? Fighting? Making gestures?"

Brother Bo quickly left Zhang Yadong behind, stepped forward and bowed to apologize and said with a smile: "Brothers, don't be angry! I'm buying you a drink today! I'm sorry if there's any awkwardness here."

Several elder brothers shook their heads together, and one of them said in a deep voice with all his muscles: "It's okay, this is not the Huaguo team that was scored. I'm a little excited. We usually come to "Blue Lotus" and we are all friends. Let's be considerate of each other. The boss also

not easy."

Brother Bo burst into laughter when he heard this and shouted: "Xizi, this table is my fault. Come over and clean it quickly."

After the waiter Xizi heard about it, he hurried forward to collect the broken wine bottles and said with a smile: "Brothers, I have a lot, and I will bring you new ones right away."

Several elder brothers waved their hands.

After handling all this, Brother Bo quickly leaned over and helped Gao Yuanyuan up. Looking at her pitiful appearance, he sighed and led her to sit next to Brother Xun.

Brother Xun put his hands on his shoulders and said coldly: "Bozi, let's see you do this."

Brother Bo slapped himself hard and said with a smile: "Brother Xun, sir, there are a lot of them. Who knows what trouble Dongzi made today?"

Wang Xun watched this scene quietly, took out his mobile phone and dialed Master Qin's number: "Hey, Lao Qin. Shichahai Blue Lotus, please drink. Don't drive with Xiao Li."

He hung up the phone, whistled leisurely and returned to Yang Xiaomi. Looking at the angry Yang Xiaomi, he rubbed her cheeks that were swollen with anger with his fingers, and said with a smile: "The mad dog bites you."

, can you still turn around and ask for a bite from him?"

Then he pulled Yang Xiaomi back to the booth, pressed her down, and then directly rested his head on Yang Xiaomi's legs, feeling the smoothness of the black silk stockings. The semen in her legs was really not made from blowjobs.

Suddenly his childlike innocence emerged, and he looked at Yang Xiaomi from bottom to top, making faces.

"Pfft"

Yang Xiaomi was amused by Wang Xun's grimace, which slowly turned into laughter because Wang Xun's hands were rubbing the soft flesh of her waist back and forth.

She angrily interrupted Dao Wangxun's evil hand and said in a sweet voice, "Okay, there's no point in getting angry with him."

Wang Xun was still feeling the smoothness of the black silk stockings and Yang Xiaomi's soft waist. His lips began to swell and he playfully blew air into Yang Xiaomi's belly.

Yang Xiaomi was so tickled that she gave Wang Xun a beautiful big white eye. Then she pulled Wang Xun up and asked him to sit up. She supported her chin with her right hand and gave Wang Xun a Zixia wink.

Oh my god, my heart has melted, this damn charm.

Wang Xun's attention was completely focused on Yang Xiaomi, and he didn't notice Zhang Yadong running on the stage carrying a bottle of wine and starting to play music with the musicians.

After Zhang Yadong handed over the musicians, he turned around and picked up the bottle of wine, and then threw the empty bottle to where there was no one around. "Dang la" made the crowd in the booth and bar turn their heads, and everyone's attention turned from the World Cup to the center stage of the stage.

He seemed to be proud of what he had done. He picked up the microphone and put it to his mouth: "Hey, hello, everyone, I am Zhang Yadong, a music composer. Two little kids came to the bar today. The little kid said to me

Where does your artistic expression lie, and what are your works?”

Zhang Dong's sinister words were not over yet, and he pointed at the booth where Wang Xun and others were sitting: "Everyone, tell those two little brats over there who I am, and what is the name of Zhang Yadong's work?"

"Zhang Yadong, Dongzi, Dongzi, "Irritability", "Irritability", I "Only Love Strangers", I "Only Love Strangers""

Everyone in the bar raised their hands and shouted loudly, "Dou Daxian is not here, Zhang Yadong is the god in their eyes at this moment!"

In the "Blue Lotus" bar, Zhang Yadong is indeed a king. It can be said that this is his second home. His friend who often comes to the house is Dou Daxian, the princess.

But today, two uninvited guests came to the house. He wanted to use the most vicious way to educate the little brat who claimed to be his senior. He even wrote a verbal song to insult his ears before his hair even grew.

"Bang"

After snapping his fingers, Zhang Yadong spoke hoarsely into the microphone in front of him: ""Only Love Strangers" muisc!"

He began to swing and sang in an artificial way: "I fall in love with a scar, I fall in love with a light.

I like to listen to the spinning second hand, not other rumors.

My love is more innocent than the face, more innocent than the pet.

When all I need is a kiss, give me a kiss."

He sang the chorus and began to sway with his eyes closed: "I only love strangers, I only love strangers."

There are a lot of people who talk about stinky feet. The "Blue Lotus" bar is originally a holy place for a group of young people. The more pretentious the lyrics, the happier the audience will be.

Amid the cheers, the electronic sound effects stopped.

After Zhang Yadong finished the song, he opened his eyes and calmed the crowd of cheering people. He lowered his voice and said, "Although it only took three days to compose "Only Love Strangers", it seemed like I had spent all my life.

strength."

After a brief pause, he added: "Although this piece of music is not a piece of nature, it is finally worthy of Teacher Lin's words. Boy, why don't you come up and sing one too, to clear our ears."

Wang Xun was amused. He suddenly felt that this picture of Yadong was quite cute. How to describe it?

Tsundere, just an tsundere!

Gao Yuanyuan supported her chin with both hands, her eyes almost turned into love hearts, completely forgetting that Zhang Yadong had just pushed her to the ground.

Yang Xiaomi pursed her lips and pursed her lips at Wang Xun. Her meaning was self-explanatory, go and get it done.

Wang Xun shook his head from side to side, twisted his wrist, and stood up straight.

He took out the booth next to Yang Xiaomi, "Oh, little ancestor, what are you going to do?" Brother Xun raised his buttocks and grabbed Wang Xun's white T-shirt like a swoop, leaving Wang Xun's back to Brother Xun

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"Sing, I'll go up and teach these bad guys a lesson.

Also, I was bitten by a little kid so much that I really thought I had no temper. I’m going to vent my anger for Mimi.” Wang Xun patted Brother Xun’s arm gently.

Brother Xun shook his head and refused to let go: "You are crazy, you are still in the stage of changing your voice. Don't go and embarrass yourself, I will check out and leave."

"Xunzi, don't go. Aren't you just adding fuel to the fire?" Brother Bo returned to his seat and spoke to Wang Xun with his waist slightly bowed in embarrassment.

Wang Xun quickly bowed his waist slightly, so that the two of them were on an equal footing. No one was rude and no one fell out of step.

After all, it's not Brother Bo's fault. He probably didn't expect Zhang Yadong to be so crazy.

Wang Xun shook his head, pointed at himself and then at Yang Xiaomi, stretched out two fingers and said: "Brother Bo, you can't control your face today. It doesn't matter if this guy offends me, but he said Mi Mi

It’s because I feel uncomfortable, I feel very uncomfortable.”

Brother Bo was left with an embarrassed look on his face, and Wang Xun heard a loud booing in his ears.

"Little brat"

"Little brat"

As he passed by, people pointed at him all the way.

When Wu Ruoden came to the stage, Wang Xun pushed Zhang Yadong aside and said to a guitarist: "Brother, lend me your guitar."

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Regardless of whether the guitarist answered or not, he moved a high chair and sat in front of the microphone. He picked up the guitar prepared on the stage and sat calmly under the light, facing the people below.

Ten guests, and Yang Xiaomi who was staring at him from the central booth not far away.

Wang Xun gently fiddled with the guitar strings, got familiar with the guitar, and whispered into the microphone: "I met a mad dog today, but I can't bite back. He said that my music is not noble. Is pretentious music noble?"

Already?

Okay, I’ll beat you according to your standards. If you’re not convinced, we’ll continue.”

Yang Xiaomi, who was sitting in the central booth, watched this scene with somewhat confused eyes.

"A ballad "The spring breeze is not as good as yours" for everyone!"

Wang Xun said softly, then began to strum the guitar strings, and a fresh and indifferent singing voice came out.

"I'm inside the Second Ring Road, thinking of you.

You are on a distant mountain, the spring breeze is ten miles away.

The wind is blowing towards you today and it is raining.

I said all the wines are not as good as yours."

In the Holy Land of Literary Youth, the noisy crowd just now was in a state of intoxication. Wang Xun's singing voice was as clear as tea, just like a breeze blowing.

However, it went directly into their hearts!

Savor it carefully and it will taste more and more delicious.

The audience is feeling the charm of the lyrics.

"I am singing the fragrance of flowers to you in the darkness of the Drum Tower.

Elsewhere, silence meets and expects.

The plane flies over the bustling city.

Thousands of miles away, don’t leave.”

Wang Xun's guitar sound suddenly stopped, he took a breath and glanced down the stage.

There were a few sentimental girls whose eyes couldn't help but moisten. At first glance, they knew they were college students from other places who came to study in Yanjing. A few lyrics revealed their homesickness.

Wang Xun plucked the words hard and his voice started to become high-pitched, "All the spring was kneaded into one morning.

Turn all the unstoppable words into secrets and close the door.

What an inexplicable feeling. Please tell me who will take it away.

I have no choice but to turn the years into songs and leave them in the mountains and rivers."

Wang Xun's singing slowly disappeared, just like the breeze, soft and moist but not disappearing in an instant, like a trickle, flowing in the heart.

Yang Xiaomi's eyes were a little red, and she hurriedly lowered her head to hide her emotions, not wanting Brother Bo and Brother Xun to see her emotions.

Wang Xun on the stage put down his guitar, picked up the microphone in front of him, stood up and said calmly to the audience below: "I only sang half of it, it has not been released yet, and I am preparing an album to be released after the high school entrance examination. What do you think of this song?"

“Sounds great!”

"Keep singing!"

"Better than Dongzi's! Keep singing!"

The voices of the audience are heard one after another.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah"

Warm applause broke out.

Amidst the applause, many people began to shout in unison, "One more song."

After Wang Xun bowed on the stage, he turned his head and said to Zhang Yadong behind him: "Thank you for your encouragement, Zhang Yadong, are you convinced?"

Zhang Yadong was on the side, a little sobered up, and said: "I don't accept it, your chord is too simple!"

Wang Xun turned his head disdainfully, picked up the microphone and said, "The chords of your "Impotent" are also simple. Folk songs are about singing stories with simple chords. Do you understand folk songs?"

At this time, a fat man shouted loudly in the crowd: "Xunzi is right, Yadong should quickly admit defeat."

"Admit defeat!"

"Admit defeat!"

"Admit defeat!"

Zhang Yadong had completely lost face. He stared at Wang Xun with a sinister look in his eyes.

Wang Xun shook his head, picked up the microphone and asked, "Does anyone like the song "Mouse Loves Rice"?"

"I like!"

"I have heard!"

"It's pretty good. I love you as much as a mouse loves rice!"

Just now, the brothers at the next table started singing together.

Wang Xun nodded with satisfaction, without even looking at Zhang Yadong, he picked up the microphone and said calmly: "To borrow a sentence from my predecessors, "The people like it, but if you don't like it, who do you think they are?"

After he finished speaking, the lingering sound was still echoing. He put down the microphone, walked quickly off the stage, and walked straight to Yang Xiaomi, completely ignoring other people's attempts to stay.

He noticed that Yang Xiaomi's eyes were slightly red, took her into his arms, and said softly in her ear: "Go back and sing the full version for you."

There is no way, young girls in this era are basically literary girls, and Yang Xiaomi is even more so, she has no resistance to ballads, which are songs that win with words.

Yang Xiaomi's eyes suddenly gleamed, she nodded shyly, and said to Wang Xun: "Go back and watch a concert by yourself!"

Wang Xun hugged her tightly, turned around and found Master Qin coming, and shouted: "Old Qin, let's go and treat you to a drink somewhere else!"

As he said this, he pulled Yang Xiaomi towards Master Qin. Passing by the booth, he said hello to Brother Xun and Brother Bo and prepared to leave.

At this time, Gao Yuanyuan suddenly stood up, bowed and apologized to Wang Xun and Yang Xiaomi, saying: "I am Gao Yuanyuan. I am really sorry for today. I don't know why this happened. Yadong is usually quite elegant, but he may be in a bad mood today. To be honest,

I'm sorry! I apologize to you on his behalf."

Yang Xiaomi was in a good mood when she heard that. She stepped forward and took Gao Yuanyuan's hand, and said softly: "Sister Yuanyuan, is it okay if I call you that?"

Gao Yuanyuan nodded.

Yang Xiaomi said very openly: "It's okay, it's all trivial. It's all over. Come and play with me later!"

Wang Xun frowned, shook his head and said casually: "Sister Yuanyuan, if you follow someone like Zhang Yadong, well, you will be blinded in vain!"

I silently remember the humble example of love.

Leaving Gao Yuanyuan stunned in place, the four of them walked out of the bar.

The blue sky was as clear and clear as the finest glass, and the light rain as thin as catkins fell gently from the sky, dripping on the trees and the ground in all directions.

Once moistened by rain, the green grass and leaves glow with a faint green light.

On the tall willow tree, several cicadas were chirping softly and intermittently, "Cicada, cicada!" Suddenly they flapped their wings and flew from one tree to another.

Wang Xun didn't have time to appreciate these beautiful views. He quickly hugged Yang Xiaomi, who was hurriedly hiding from the rain, and retreated until he retreated under the eaves.

He muttered: "It's a pity that God is not kind! Sister Yuanyuan is really blind."