When he came to the company the next day, Li Fei called them to the office and handed Ma Jiaqi the book in his hand.
lifeiThis is the support song prepared by the company for you. You can take a look. If there is no problem, just learn it quickly.
The eight people formed a circle and simply watched it again. Like their previous songs, they were all full of youthful songs.
Li Fei picked up the old-age thermos cup and took a sip, glanced at the people who were still in a group, and began to drive them away.
lifeiCome on out, remember to close the door.
majiaqiMr. Li, let's go first.
After the eight of them went out, they immediately found a music teacher and started learning the song non-stop.
This song is not difficult, the tones and beats are very easy to learn, and there is no treble. After two days, the whole song has been fully proficient.
The main thing is that this song is for fans, and you can't be sloppy.
As time gets closer and closer to the New Year, the eight people are getting busier and busier. Because they have to go home for the New Year, the company also starts to stock up on materials as soon as possible.
In the practice room, eight people were sitting on the ground sweating profusely to rest. Ding Chengxin next to him thought of something and looked up at Fu Yan.
dingchengxinAh Yan, are you going home for Chinese New Year?
Fu Yan lowered his eyes. Sweat slid down his handsome cheeks from his forehead and stayed on his beautiful lower jaw. His voice was a little low.
fuyanWell, back to Chongqing.
As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper and wiped the sweat on his chin, but he couldn't hear a trace of emotion in his voice.
Ding Chengxin wanted to say, do you want to go home with me, but he didn't know how to speak.
As if Fu Yan knew what he was thinking, he raised his eyes and smiled at him with a light tone.
fuyanI can take care of myself, don't worry about me.
liuyaowenI am very familiar with Chongqing, I will come to play with you then!
Liu Yaowen's eyes were wide open and full of anticipation. Fu Yan couldn't help laughing and gently flicked his forehead.
fuyanNo baby, my home is in Chongqing, am I not familiar with it? Um?
Shame.
Liu Yaowen scratched his head naively, hugged Fu Yan beside him, and began to act like a spoiled child.
liuyaowenThis is better, but it's time for us to come out and play together!
fuyanWell, we'll talk about it later.
Next to Yan Haoxiang, he couldn't listen anymore and pretended to complain.
yanhaoxiangTogether, Zhenyuan and I are not from Chongqing.
Of course, Liu Yaowen wouldn't say that he wanted to have a two-person world with Fu Yan, so he had to start making excuses.
liuyaowenOops, the goal of four people is too big, next time, next time.
Fu Yan was afraid that the two would quarrel, so he quickly stood up and started talking.
fuyanGet some rest and continue training.
Returning to the dormitory in the evening, Fu Yan looked at the calendar. Three days later, it was the eighth year after his parents died.
Fu Yan couldn't remember his childhood memories. He only knew that it was very cold at home on the New Year's Day that year. Others were eating dumplings and watching the Spring Festival Gala, while he lay in bed and huddled in a ball, and he had a fever the next day.
It's been the eighth year now, I can't say what I feel, and I'm not particularly sad. It may be that the sad emotions when I was a child have dissipated. Now I just feel very stuffy in my chest and can't breathe.
There were more than seven other people in the past two days, and even the staff could see that Fu Yan was in a bad mood.
Every time he asked Fu Yan, he always said that he was fine and could not ask anything.
In the end, Li Fei told them that these two days were the days when Fu Yan's parents had a car accident.
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