Entertainment: My Game Life

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After thinking for a long time, He Yunji couldn't think of Fang Yuan's weakness.

Seeing that Fang Yuan wanted to laugh but held back, his mouth puffed up.

At this time, He Yunji said: "If you don't say it, I will get angry and I will never talk to you again."

"Humph."

Fang Yuan couldn't help laughing immediately.

"Are you still laughing at me?" He Yunji said dissatisfied.

"No, no." Fang Yuan quickly denied.

"I have received professional training, no matter how funny things are, I will not laugh unless I can't help it."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yuan laughed out loud.

However, seeing He Yunji's intent to kill, Fang Yuan quickly stopped.

In fact, Fang Yuan has already thought about the idea of ​​the website.

There is a song which can be set as the music of the website.

Even if it's a website, I want to make a theme song.

"Hey, I came up with a new song, do you want to see it?" Fang Yuan scratched his head and said cautiously.

He Yunji turned his mouth up and squinted, his face full of defense.

I was afraid that I would show my flaws.

Even if you want to lose, you can't lose too easily.

At least hold on a bit more.

"This song is also very good, don't worry, I got full marks for my composition back then, are you afraid that I can't write well?"

After all, this song was written by Fang Yuan, and the final right of interpretation must belong to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan could explain it however he wanted, and he said it was created for the illustration. If they didn't recognize it, Fang Yuan, who thought it was a love song, could also explain that it was a love for the illustration.

And some excellent illustrations can also bring different feelings to people.

Give people hope, make people optimistic, and can be full of color.

Uh, not the color you imagined.

He still remembered that some of the illustrations from his previous life had more profound reflections.

One is the cold building outside the window, the building is in black tone, the dark clouds in the sky are black, polluted by the exhaust gas, the sky looks very dark.

And a girl outside the window looks out of the window, and the scenery outside the window is painted on the wall. The portrait on the wall is a blue sky with white clouds floating, the grass is growing lushly, and butterflies fly out from the wall. .

There is also a picture of a child riding a bicycle with a bamboo pole in his hand, and the sunlight prints his shadow on the wall.

As soon as the image on the wall changed, a young man was riding a horse, picked up the spear in his hand, and rushed towards it with a face of death.

"Don't think that I will believe you." He Yunji said incredulously.

"A flower is a world, a leaf is a bodhi, and a painting is also a world, are you interested in knowing?" Fang Yuan asked He Yunji, arousing his appetite.

"What type of song?" He Yunji's tone began to loosen.

Ugh.

Tang Siyi and Jiang Xinyu sighed at the same time.

Both looked at He Yunji, hoping she could ask.

Unexpectedly, he was the same as himself, so he was captured so soon

They felt that the distance between them seemed to be shortened a lot.

Sympathy, isn't it?

However, boys are generally careless, and Fang Yuan didn't pay attention to their expressions at the moment.

"A song about illustration works, I want to make it the exclusive music of the website, what do you think, are you interested?" Fang Yuan said.

Jiang Xinyu had just had a mouthful of rice at this time, when he heard Fang Yuan's words, he opened his mouth wide, the food in his mouth was still exposed.

"No way, Mr. Fang just came up with the idea of ​​building an illustration website today, and now it's only been a few hours, and he even came up with the music. That's not the case for geniuses. It's making people live."

Jiang Xinyu swallowed the food on his mouth to calm down the excitement in his heart.

After all, this is less surprising.

Jiang Xinyu felt that nothing would be the same.

In addition to worship in my heart, I still worship.

But He Yunji didn't know this.

He hardened his face and told himself not to laugh.

The joy in my heart can't be shown on my face, I have to be mature, otherwise I will be looked down upon by Fang Yuan.

It's just that when He Yunji opened his mouth to Fang Yuan, his power was broken in an instant.

The previous unhappiness has long been forgotten, and there is only a happy look on his face.

"Hurry up and take it out." He Yunji hurriedly urged.

"Don't worry, it hasn't been written yet," Fang Yuan said.

"Well, if this song pleases me, I'm not mad at you."

Looking at He Yunji and said, it seemed like how much he had been wronged, and how much courage he had made to make this decision.

"Don't worry, you are satisfied."

Fang Yuan naturally has this nature. After all, the two worlds are very different, but the difference is very small. They have the same root and the same origin. It doesn't make sense that people in the previous life like it, but people in this world don't like it.

Besides, Fang Yuan would not copy bad songs.

Nonsence.

Even Fang Yuan can't write bad songs.

I can't smash my own signboard.

Fang Yuan's export must be a high-quality product.

It's a pity that He Yunji already has a contracting company, and the company treats He Yunji very well, otherwise Fang Yuan really wants to sign He Yunji under his own company.

It seems that when he wanted to get the game company back, the system opened the game option.

After the establishment of his own company, the system opened an exclusive company buff.

After signing an actor, the system opened the script market again.

Maybe, signing another singer, it is very likely that there will be a song market.

And the online dramas that were filmed before have been filmed for so many days, so they should also take off.

Fang Yuan thought of the previously contracted actor and director, and didn't know how their recent filming was going.

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Turn the time back to between half an hour.

Shao Hua has gone home.

He took out the key and prepared to open the door, but he hesitated at the moment when he was about to open the door. Today's shooting was not smooth. He always felt that something was missing in the shot, but he never caught it.

Is it true that I am not suitable to be a director? Shao Hua couldn't help falling into self-doubt.

The emotions that surged instantly reminded me of the time when I met Fang Yuan for the first time.

He doesn't want to ask for anything extravagantly now, he just hopes to film the script Fang Yuan gave him, and use his best strength to film it, so as to end his dream.

He thought of the previous things again, until now his father-in-law still looks down on him.

"You are so old, and you don't have a serious career yet. Are you going to have a lifetime of soft food for your own vain dreams every day?"

This voice often appeared in Shao Hua's mind.

Although Shao Hua has been working hard for his dream, what's the use of it.

People only care about results.

Shao Hua also wants to make achievements, but how easy is it?

Up to now, he still relies on his wife's work to make ends meet, and he is full of guilt towards his wife.

At this moment, the door opened.

However, it was not Shao Hua who opened it, but his wife who opened it from the inside, and she was about to go out for a trip.