sinovels Chapter 519
Chapter 519
While everyone was talking, Philip's cell phone rang.
Candidates are not allowed to bring their mobile phones into the examination room during the exam, so before the exam, Fei Fei gave his mobile phone to his father for safekeeping.
Hearing the ringing of the phone, Lin Sinian handed the phone to Fei Fei: "Fei Fei, your phone."
Philip took the phone, and the caller displayed on the phone screen was Al.
Philip answered the phone: "Hello, Al?"
Like Philip, Al probably didn't hand in the papers in advance.After the call was connected, Al immediately asked sideways: "Philip, how are you feeling now?"
He didn't open his mouth to ask Philip how he was doing in the test, or what the answers were, but he turned to ask Philip how he was feeling.
Fei Fei on the other side of the phone nodded, and the little hair on the top of his head swayed: "It's okay. I'm just thinking about a problem right now, how to do it better."
Al asked casually, "What's the problem? Why don't you tell me, Philip, and I'll refer to it for you?"
"I was thinking about it just now." Philip described what he had just discovered in the examination room from beginning to end.
Just now, Feifei also searched the Internet to see if he could find the author's information, but unfortunately he couldn't find it.
"That article is so sad." Philippe said.
Except for Al, even the other people in the car heard clearly.
As far as Philip is concerned, he is not afraid of such feelings, but seems to have innate compassion for them.
If such a mood happened in a place where Philip could not see it, then there is nothing wrong with him being indifferent.But now that Philip has met him, he will always choose to reach out again and again on the premise that he will not hurt himself or make those who care about him sad.
If people in this world have long been used to depression, they have learned to gradually suppress the waves in their hearts into a straight line of ups and downs most of the time.On the other hand, there are always some people who will suddenly turn their flat line into a peak because of the hard work of suppressing it.
Under such circumstances, it is only logical that the creation of works that are different from most literary and artistic works in this world, able to memorize through the paper so that Philip can say "so sad" through the words.
Al heard the words and pondered for a while, then asked Feifei: "Then what are you going to do, Feifei?"
"I'm still thinking about it." The young boy looked sideways at the rapidly receding scene outside the car window: "But I'm almost thinking about it."
"So fast? Didn't you still have no idea just now?" Al praised without hesitation: "It's amazing."
"It's actually okay." Immersed in all kinds of boasting every day, the child still has to work hard to stay awake.
After chatting for a while, before hanging up the phone, Al carefully asked the question he had been holding back for a long time: "So, for that reading comprehension question, what did you answer, Philip?"
"It's written just as you taught me, Al, it's very simple."
Next, Philip checked the answer with Al again.
Both of them are young genius players with extremely good short-term memory. After getting the answers right, they almost got the whole test paper right.
After checking the answers, Al said: It's steady, it's steady now.
Maybe other people who don’t know about it will not believe it. Ai Er, a native of Country Y who was not very good at speaking the language of Country C when he first came to Country C, is actually the one with the best average score in Chinese among his friends after many years .
With an average score of 150 on the test paper, he has never scored 140 since he was in the first grade of junior high school.
This may be, painstaking efforts, God pays off.
After hanging up on Al's phone, Fei Fei sat in the car and thought about it again, and then discussed with Lin Sinian: "Dad, I want to find my cousin and go home later, okay?"
Lin Sinian asked in harmony, "Want to go play with my cousin?"
Feifei said solemnly, "I have something I want to ask my cousin for help."
Ten minutes later, Lin Sinian, who split up with the main force and brought Fei Fei to find Yang Yang, looked at the big and small not far away from him, muttering seriously.
Fei Fei took a piece of printed paper that he just took out from Yang Yang's printer, and the two of them faced each other head to head, and then Fei Fei took a pencil and scratched on the paper: "That's it, and that's it."
Yang Yang watched attentively and earnestly, and from time to time he nodded in the same way, indicating that he could keep up with the rhythm.
Finally, after Fei Fei had finished speaking, Yang Yang picked up the piece of paper, took a final look at it, and patted his chest as a guarantee, the meaning was obvious: yes, no problem, no problem.
Then, like a code word, Philippe was given a completion date.
Looking at the two fingers stretched out by his cousin, Fei Fei also compared: "20 days?"
Yang Yang smiled, and compared it to his little cousin again.
Philip guessed again: "Two days?"
Just two days?That cousin is really great.
Seemingly enjoying the amazed eyes of his good friend and little cousin, Yang Yang stretched out two fingers and flipped up and down: two hours!
The little cousin didn't ask for the difficulty of composing, nor did he want to make the final effect show some special artistic conception. Yang Yang felt that he only needed an hour and a half.
But although my cousin is a bit naive, but my cousin is not stupid.Of course, such things as deadlines can't be pinched, otherwise, if he hasn't written it when the time comes, wouldn't it mean that he failed to do what he promised his best friend?
This will not work.
So two hours is the safest.
In the end, the young boy with exquisite eyebrows and eyes still took a breath, thinking that he might not understand the world of musical geniuses.
Next, Yang Yang said, cousin, you go to the exam first, and cousin will come as soon as I go.In the evening, I asked my sister to take me to your house for dinner, and I brought this to you by the way.
After sending out the little cousin who had high hopes for him, Yang Yang looked at the piece of paper left by Fei Fei, and thought of the look in his cousin's eyes when he heard him say "two hours" just now, and suddenly burst into great creativity enthusiasm.
He wanted to finish writing quickly, and when he went to his cousin's house in the afternoon, he wanted his cousin to look at him like this.
Such an outbreak, accidentally, not long after Feifei arrived home, and there, Feifei received a call from his cousin, saying that he had finished writing.
Looking at the time, it was only one hour and six minutes.
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As soon as the cousin gave strength, Philip's movements became much faster.
……
At eleven o'clock in the evening, today is another day that everyone remembers in muscle memory.
Even if the brain couldn't remember it, the fingers had spontaneously opened a webpage on the phone screen.
Share network comment area:
[Happy time is here! 】
[The March period has arrived, and I am ready.circle circle.jpg]
[As I said, no one can make me work overtime today. 】
[Because of this problem, I have already fired several bosses. 】
[Cough, shake hands in front.My boss was beaten yesterday because he always asked his employees to work overtime, but he couldn't get off work on time every time. 】
Before the new news was uploaded, everyone chatted for a while in the comment area as usual.
Either posting an emoji to indicate that I have already covered myself with a quilt, or that I am preparing to upgrade to the next generation of network.
Because the small top streams on the share network are too popular, no matter how good the server is, it can't stand it.So every day, there are always some people who have refreshed the new news, but they can't download it successfully.You can only download it successfully the next day when there are fewer people.
In the hotel where a film and television crew stayed:
Qiu Liang banged on the door, and said, "Hurry up, Zirong, how is the Internet in your room? I'm stuck! Let me in!"
Looking at his energetic appearance, it seems that he is no different from that year on the mentor stage.In this world, time always favors those born in the sun.
Ji Zirong opened the door with a squeak, but blocked the door to prevent his friend from entering.
The internet in his room was also stuck, and he finally started downloading successfully. The faltering speed seemed to be able to be squeezed down at any time.At this time, everything should be safe, and if you borrow the Internet, you have to wait for him to download it successfully.
Seeing his old friend like this for many years, Akira couldn't understand anything.
He took out his mobile phone and smiled humbly: "Then can you send me a copy after you download it?"
Ji Zirong didn't refuse this time, and nodded: "I'll post a copy in the crew group later. The director and Sister Qing also knocked on my door just now."
Nowadays, the first step for people to go out and stay in a hotel is to check whether the Internet in their room is good.Then look at other people in the same industry.
The internet in Ji Zirong's room seems to be faster than everyone else's, and now everyone is counting on him.
Just as he was talking, Ji Zirong's mobile phone on the table suddenly ding-dong, which was a notification that the download was successful.
Ji Zirong didn't care to listen to it himself first, facing his friend's burning eyes, he moved his fingers and posted the audio file to the crew group.
I don't know if these people are just squatting in the group, Ji Zirong just sent it out, and all one hundred and ten members of the crew received it in an instant.
As Qiuliang got down, he still didn't forget to listen to the voice from Ji Zirong who had already started singing.
Just listening and listening, his movements paused.
[I go out in the morning, and the warm sun is shining all over my body. 】
[There is a sunflower that always looks up at the sky, I stepped forward and stole a few of its petals. 】
It is the first few sentences in "A Beautiful Day", very slobbery.
The difference is that the author wrote it down with a pen, whereas in the audio it is sung with a whole new tone.
The young boy who sang seemed to understand the awkward thoughts of the author named Lu Ran when he wrote this 'diary'.
He was suffocating, and he wanted someone to find him.But when someone actually stepped forward, he would smile and answer: I'm fine.
It's not good to be fake.
Maybe the really straightforward words would embarrass him, so the little boy thought, I just hope that once my fame is really big, big enough to let everyone hear this song.
Out of respect for the original creator, the singer did not change the lyrics, but chose some words that rhymed and catchy to form a song.
In the end, the only change may be the last sentence of the ballad.
The singer asked softly: How are you?
It seems to be a dialogue with a piece of the Internet through time.
While listening, Ji Zirong said, "Who is this author named Lu Ran? I don't think I've heard of such a lyricist in the music industry."
"Qiu, Qiuliang, why do you look like you want to cry?"
Akira grinned, "No."
It was also after eleven o'clock in the evening, Qiu Liang, who had just won the National Style Best Actor Award, suddenly posted a message:
【Akira V: I'm fine. 】
To my former self.