The leisurely life of rebirth

Stacey put down the tray in her hand and rolled her eyes at Thomas, "Huh! You know what's going on." She saw Fang Monan and said, "Nannan, why did it take you so long to come back?"

"Didn't we just have a party before we left? It's only been three days." Fang Monan blinked, "Was it a long time?"

"You two are really foodies." Andres smiled.

"Each other, each other." Thomas said. "Haha..." Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

Fang Monan looked up at his watch. It was almost noon. He quickly walked into the kitchen and made two simple dishes. People in the living room began to finalize the songs Mobei needed to record the record and a series of other matters.[

Today is a celebration of Mobei’s small fame.

The lunch was very sumptuous, and the two little babies were sent to the kindergarten and did not come back at noon, so there was no usual fuss on the dining table.

Everyone was chatting while eating, and Stacey asked curiously: "Beibei, who put on your makeup? It's so cool!"

"Yes, he is very stylish and has a lot of personality." My aunt also praised her.

"This one was transformed into my sister," Mobei said.

"Ah! I didn't expect it! Nannan has this unique skill." Stacey's eyes widened and she patted Fang Monan on the shoulder, "It's really hidden!"

Thomas put down his spoon and said seriously: "If this is really the case, the final makeup photo for Beibei's cover will be given to you Nannan."

"Ah! Cough...cough..." Fang Monan choked. Stacey quickly patted her back, "Thank you!" She added, "I'm not a professional in this matter."

"No... the makeup you did for Mobei is not as good as that of the professionals." Thomas said confidently: "Believe in my vision, it's true. You are the most suitable."

"Okay then!" Fang Monan agreed, and besides, she was really not too keen on the current taste. After finalizing the time, Fang Monan set aside a day to go to the studio.

After the photo came out, Fang Monan actually saw it in "Vogue", a famous American fashion magazine.

"Haha... the effect is good and has the style of an oil painting." Fang Monan said.

"You're still laughing." Mobei said angrily, picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it over. "I study classical music, and my photo was published in a fashion magazine." She took the record and turned on the stereo, beautiful classical music.

Released.

"Is it good? Is there a difference?" Fang Menan pointed to the photos in the magazine, the coast, a barefoot girl, long black hair, a reddish-brown violin, a moon-white loose pleated soft long skirt, the violent storm made everything

Messy. The background is a cloudy sky, and a seagull is fighting on the sea in the wind and rain in the distance. A worn-out cowboy hat and a pirate skull flag are blown to the wind. The whole picture is gloomy and dark, but full of fighting spirit.

and hope, full of oil painting flavor.

"You can just use it as a hype," Fang Monan said.

"That's right. Everyone in the world is interested in profit, and record companies are not a charity." Mobei thought for a while and said.

"Beethoven, Mozart, Bach. These names that have been around for hundreds of years are published with covers like this. I just hope that when I buy them back, I will hear classical music and not be fooled," Mobei joked.

The style of the last song is cheerful and bright, changing the softness of the previous one. There is a classical music student in the family. Fang Monan is now considered a half-music fan, "Is this song composed by you?"

"Yeah!" Mobei nodded, "You heard it."[

"The style is very similar to yours, and it is obviously different from the previous ones." Fang Monan said.

Auntie, Dabao, and Erya also came back at this time. They saw the photos in the magazine and said, "Sister is so beautiful."

"If you have any negatives, develop a few and send them to China." My aunt first thought, "I want to share with you that our Xiaobei's first album is of great commemorative significance."

"Oh! I'll ask them to wash a few more of this," Mobei said.

"Hey! Our Mobei family can be considered a celebrity. I didn't expect it." My aunt muttered stupidly.

After the release of Mobei's album, there was free publicity from the media in the early stage. The sales of this classical violin album were pretty good, with a steady increase.

However, people in the circle have harsh comments about whether the talented songwriter girl is just a gimmick, sensationalizing, selling her soul for fame and fortune, the cover photo is blaspheming their sacred music, etc. The paparazzi even dug up all kinds of things about Mobei in school.

evil deeds'.

It was very bad. Almost all of it was negative news. My aunt read the criticisms in newspapers and magazines, her hands shaking with anger. "It's just nonsense. How can my Xiaobei be so bad that he injured someone and was hospitalized, causing his classmates to transfer to another school?"

"Auntie, getting angry with them is just causing trouble for yourself." Fang Monan looked at the newspapers, not even in the mood to open them.

The aunt looked at the two people who were sitting firmly on the mountain, "Nannan, it's understandable that you are not angry. She is not the person involved. Why, Xiaobei is also affected."

"Yes! Beibei, we haven't received so much negative criticism, so I can't convince you from experience. But I still hope you don't pay too much attention to what those reporters say. Following the trend is just their professional instinct to make money, not

What did you do wrong?" Stacey comforted.

Andres also said: "Don't pay too much attention to their evaluation."

"I'm fine. The focus of their criticism was on makeup and cover photos. In terms of aesthetics, they didn't comment on how my piano skills were bad or out of tune." Mobei shrugged, "What else do I have to offer?

Careful."

"Yes! Beibei's piano skills are as good as mine. You can't be picky." Andres said, not forgetting to praise himself. He is getting thicker and thicker now, not at all as decadent as when we first met.

,old.

The aunt said: "By the way, Leonard also called. Congratulations on your debut album, which has entered the top three of non-vocal music. Don't pay too much attention to the nonsense of the media." She continued:

"And Ludwig also made the same call, telling you not to pay attention to the media's fabrications."

"The sales are good, Thomas should be grateful to these media for the free publicity." Mobei laughed at himself, "It was really a bad time for them to call, I didn't receive it." Mobei said: "I'll call him later. Say thank you."

Andres said: "Beibei, keep working hard! Try to use your strength to shut up those chatty guys."

"Yeah! I know. I will move towards my goal." Mobei said, with two master-level figures motivating and spurring her beside her, she clearly knew her goal and would not care about interference from the outside world.

Seeing the record sales rising, the agency also had other ideas for this cold girl. They hoped to squeeze out her maximum energy quickly and arranged a lot of exposure opportunities for her. But Thomas blocked it.

At the beginning, Mobei's agency contract was very loose because she was not short of money. At that time, she was not so eager for fame, so such an agency contract could not really restrict her.

Fortunately, after a period of time, the agency discovered that Fang Mobei's practice of not appearing on any talk shows, but only releasing records, composing music, and taking a few sets of avant-garde photos to attract topics after a while, made her audience more attractive.

Loyalty, her reclusive living habits, her unique dressing habits, and her rich and highly educated background from the East all gave her a strong mysterious appeal. This sense of mystery also made her a popular figure among the audience.

A musician with quality, not a pop star who just follows the crowd.

But it was her first time to become famous. After getting used to being valued like this. After getting used to being sought after by others, Mobei reminded herself to maintain a normal heart all the time. For this reason, she even asked Fang Monan to write to her.

Under the words "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself", these eight words mean not to be happy or worried about changes in the environment; a normal mind is a state. Always be alert to yourself. I can only hope that rationality will always follow and uphold the true nature.

Heart, lest you lose your way.

Thomas was in a very good mood during this period. I won’t talk about Mobei’s album. Let’s just talk about Dr. Fang’s single. It was secretly released and quickly became popular among students and cheerleaders for exercise and fitness. With the addition of Gray

At the American Awards, Hughes and the others danced. Dance music is now spreading like a virus, not only throughout the United States, but also in Europe.[

Thomas, who was so happy that he couldn't shut his mouth before, began to worry. Seeing the sales volume rising exponentially, he couldn't sit still. Because he secretly released it behind Fang Menan's back, because it was a single. Fortunately, it is available now.

With computers, the cost has been reduced, and the price of records is not high, but it cannot support large quantities!

"We have to find Andres to discuss it." Thomas muttered and pressed the phone number.

Half an hour later, Andres and Stacey came to the recording studio together. Unlike Stacey's cheerful face, Andres and Thomas were both gloomy and gloomy.

Thomas looked at Andres sitting opposite and said, "What should I do, old man? I can't hold it back anymore, this stance is too violent."

Andresny smiled bitterly and said: "I had to tell the truth. When I said that no one could see her true face, it was not a technical process." He could only comfort himself in his heart.

"What are you talking about?" Stacey said amusedly: "Looking at how serious you are, is it that serious?"

Thomas moved the computer screen and faced her. After Stacey read it, she said, "She dances really well, so familiar, ah! She dances just like Nan." She yelled. "Wait a minute, she's in school now.

, and hip-hop dancers on the street also do this, which reduces the dangerous somersault movements." She glanced at this and looked at the expression on the other's face, "It's not the two of you who released it!" The two of them nodded.

, "Isn't it without Nan's consent?"

"Haha... you guessed it right, but it's a pity that there is no prize." Andres said with joy.

When Stacey heard what he said, she stood up and paced back and forth, "You! Tell me what you want to say! Why don't you discuss it with me. But to be honest, this single is really great. I can see it.

People's blood is boiling, and it's best used when dancing and exercising." She sat down again, "Thomas, I'm curious how many copies were sold, and you are so worried."

Thomas raised a finger, and Stacey began to guess: "Ten thousand." He shook his head. "One hundred thousand," he shook his head again, and "one million," he still shook his head. Stacey looked at him and kept shaking his head.

, her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, her eyes were getting bigger and bigger, "Ten Million Eyes" saw him nodding, and she suddenly fell softly on the sofa. She murmured to herself: "This is simply a miracle!" (Unfinished)

to be continued)