The sun at 10 o'clock in the morning of June seemed a little weak. Compared to the scorching sun of the first month, the sun at this time seemed a little weak.
A white nanny van sped along the highway from Hengdian to Shanghai, stirring up a cloud of dust as it sped away.
In the car, Lin Ping looked at the monotonous scenery outside the window in boredom. He didn't know where his mood had flown to. He was about to embark on a strange and eye-catching road. It was impossible to say that he wasn't looking forward to it and not nervous. Although he didn't know where he would go in the future, he wouldn't give up in ten years.
Lin Ping thought about a lot of questions. In his previous life and this life, he even wondered if his parents and family from his previous life would still exist in this world. How should he face them, or even himself, this was an unavoidable problem. He could not be cold-blooded enough to ignore this problem! Then, he thought of his girlfriend in his previous life. Although there was no earth-shattering love story between the two of them, and their daily lives were not related to romance, and she left in the end, Lin Ping did not hate her. He knew his family's situation in his previous life. His situation in his previous life could only be said to be passable. Under the circumstances where there was no early relationship foundation, she still followed him for a few years. What was there to complain about? Of course, Lin Ping was very sad when they broke up. In some ways, he was a very conservative person. Although the two of them met on a blind date, and although they did not experience a touching love, Lin Ping had already poured too much love into her. He treated her as a partner who would accompany him for the rest of his life and walk through life together. In Lin Ping's opinion, this was already very happy. As for love, did a small person have the right to hope for love?
However, what Lin Ping did not expect the most was that Sister K actually put down her work on the production team and personally accompanied him to Shanghai. At that time, Sister K said," Most of the production staff can also take care of the producer's work. Now that I've signed you, I have a lot of things to do when I return to Shanghai. I can't trust anyone else!'
While Lin Ping was thinking about it in boredom, Cai Yinong was not idle either. She was thinking about Lin Ping's position. Basically, he could be divided into two categories. One was an actor, and the other was a singer.
Although the dividing line between the two had gradually blurred with the advancement of the times, it did not mean that there was no boundary. This dividing line was also deeply rooted. Once an artist was determined to be a certain type of artist too early, if they wanted to cross over and gain recognition in the future, they would have to put in more effort than others. For example, Jay Chou. Although he was a heavenly king in the music industry, he was nothing in the film and television industry. Even though he had acted in a few movies, people still had the impression that he was a singer. Think about how much time and energy Tingfeng spent as a singer. He had almost abandoned his singing career to successfully transform into an actor, but Jay Chou was far from doing enough in this regard.
If it were anyone else, of course, they would have definitely positioned themselves as actors. After all, Tang Corporation was a film and television group and had a natural advantage in film and television. Tang Corporation had invested in many television dramas over the years, so it was easy to rely on television dramas to promote a person. Moreover, Lin Ping's acting skills could be said to be excellent. Director Li Guoli also praised him for his spirituality, so it was too easy to package him as an idol actor. Oh, it should be an idol!
However, Cai Yinong felt that if Lin Ping was just an actor, it would be a waste of Lin Ping's superior voice. From the first time he met Lin Ping, Cai Yinong found that Lin Ping's voice was very pleasant to the ear. When he said something fashionable, it was very magnetic. Of course, a pleasant voice did not mean that he could sing. Nowadays, there were many people who had a pleasant voice, but they were out of tune and could not even tell which song they were singing. However, a good voice was the foundation. Of course, there were some more unconventional singers like Ah Du, Yang Kun, and Brother Zeng, but they were not mainstream. With such a handsome face and magnetic voice, it would be a pity if they did not package Lin Ping as an idol singer. Of course, the premise was that Lin Ping could not sing out of tune, at least not too far away.
"Bottle, can you sing?" Cai Yinong suddenly said.
Lin Ping came back to his senses. Can you sing? This range was too wide. Most of the children born after the 1980s would shout at the top of their lungs, but it was not certain whether they were good or bad. In his previous life, Lin Ping also liked to sing. Unlike many people who liked to sing in the bathroom, he liked to ride a bicycle and sing on the road. This was indeed a very strange habit. In his previous life, his voice could only be said to be average, but most of the songs were out of tune. With this level of skill, he was already known as the God of Songs in his circle of friends.
"A little!"
A little? Cai Yinong didn't know what Lin Ping meant when he said he knew a little. Was it true or was he just being humble? People from China were always so troublesome when it came to speaking. They hid half of their words and guessed that it would kill them.
"How about this? Sing a few lines and see!”
After singing a few lines, Lin Ping really couldn't think of what to sing. "Sing a few lines…"
A story that happened in the summer
A simple period of love
I thought we could hold hands forever
When did we all become selfish?
Always wanting to occupy each other's positions
Love becomes a TV showing war
Our love is too helpless
Always mixed with hurt
......
It's not because of who's bad
End this cruel game
You'll find your angel
your love
Ah, our helplessness
Cai Yinong's eyes lit up as Lin Ping became more and more engrossed in his singing. Although she was not a professional, she could still tell whether his singing was good or bad. Lin Ping was undoubtedly singing very well. She was worried that Lin Ping would sing out of tune, but now, not only was he not out of tune, but he sang very well.
Lin Ping himself was also surprised. He knew his own level, and he definitely wouldn't go out of tune. However, he also realized that Lin Ping's voice was really good. His foundation was already passable, and his own good conditions had created this unusually pleasant singing voice.
Cai Yinong also realized that she had never heard of this song before. Could it be that he wrote it? If it was, it would be a pleasant surprise. This way, he would have another title, a talented composer! With this title, many people would definitely look askance at him.
"This is... You wrote it!" Cai Yinong asked.
Only then did Lin Ping realize that he had accidentally sung a song that he hadn't sung yet, so he could only brace himself and agree. Since he had already copied the Stellar Transformations, what was there to be afraid of if he sang another song!
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