Chapter 592

Gao Lao's words stunned the whole audience.

The whole scene, suddenly quiet down.

As we all know, today's Music Festival, the best lyricist who won the award is the masked man who wrote the legend.

All the people were stunned, looking at Ye CuO foolishly. Unexpectedly, this boy is a mysterious masked man.

Fang Baizhan, with a trace of banter in his eyes, laughed at Ye Cuo. At this time, they all shut up silently.

Ye CuO does not have many works, but with a "legend", it is enough to have a foothold in the music world.

What's more, our internal information is quite well-informed. Some people already know that this masked man is actually the same person as the masked man who created "have to love" before.

Ye CuO's four songs so far are all above the standard, and each capital has its own style. This strength is really very strong.

Elder Gao said to Fang Baizhan: "brother Fang has a lot of capable people. Naturally, he disdains one of my younger generation. Just now, if he said he could be in the top three of the new generation, I think I'm wrong. I'll take it back."

Fang Baizhan's face was hot.

Ye CuO has got the best lyricist, and he is qualified to be the first among the newcomers. Gao Lao said that, he is fighting the other side's face.

Fang Baizhan's face was very upset at this time.

Yan Feiyu takes Ye CuO by the arm. When he arrives here, ye CuO greets Gao Lao with a smile. Gao Lao also nods his head with a smile. He has just been run by Fang Baizhan for a long time. When ye CuO comes, he helps him save face and makes him feel very comfortable.

Fang Baizhan looked at a group of lyricists behind him and felt a little bit shameless.

But he didn't pay attention to it, because he has won the award of best ci writer many times, and many Ci writers behind him have won it.

Ye CuO only took one, and they couldn't be controlled at all.

The surprise just now is more about the identity of masked people.

At this time, Fang Baizhan looked at Ye CuO faintly and said, "young man, it's pretty good. It's still a bit of strength."

Although Ye CuO paid little attention to entertainment, Fang Baizhan still knew him and nodded politely: "hello."

Fang Baizhan has a trace of displeasure in his eyes.

Many Ci writers behind him all looked at Ye CuO: "are you the masked person who got the best ci writer today?"

Ye CuO knew that the identity of the masked man could not be concealed. Fortunately, there was no media here, and it didn't matter to say it, so he nodded: "I am indeed a masked man."

A young poet looked at him with a hint of sour irony and said, "why don't you attend the music festival? Did you do something shady? I usually cover my face and dare not show my face in public. What are you afraid of being exposed? "

This person's words, make Yan Feiyu's complexion suddenly become very ugly.

Elder Gao was a little upset and said, "brother Fang, the people under your hands don't pay attention to what they say."

Fang Baizhan didn't scold his subordinates at all. He said directly, "young people, they are all like this. That's what youth means. Unlike some old people, although they are upset, they are not qualified to say anything more. "

Old Gao couldn't help it any longer. He sneered: "when Gao was young, when he was a great musician, some young people were still suckling."

Fang Baizhan's face was a little ugly. He turned to him and said, "ha ha, Gao Lao, you used to be very good, but now you are young people's world. Let's listen to what young people are saying."

At this time, ye CuO listened to the conversation between the two people and said: the entertainment industry is just a superficial harmony, but two such dignified figures are tearing so seriously.

Fang Baizhan's young poets seemed to be inspired at this time. Looking at Ye Cuo, they said, "your songs should not be copied. Otherwise, why don't you dare to appear in the music festival?"

Ye CuO said lazily, "what am I doing there? It's no use to me to break the prize. "

As soon as the words came out, the faces of many people in the whole room changed.

The best ci writer is the highest reward for Ci writers. Every year, many people compete for it. Who knows, ye cuokou has become a "broken prize".

They chase for a long time and can't get things, ye CuO seems to be very disdainful.

Even Fang Baizhan couldn't help it. He said to Gao: "Gao Lao, this new man under your hand is a little crazy."

Mr. Gao laughed: "Ye Xiaoyou is not my man. He is just miss Yan's friend. What's more, just now you said that ye Xiaoyou is young and talented. It's normal that you don't look up to him. "

Gao Lao's last words turn Fang Baizhan into a man who suppresses new people because of jealousy.

Fang Baizhan was very upset and said, "ha ha, young man, let's make more works and be arrogant."

He holds his own identity, unwilling to argue with Ye Cuo, turns around and leaves with a large number of people cheering.

Ye CuO looked at Gao Lao and Yan Feiyu and said, "what's the matter?"

Gao Lao said faintly: "for me, I think you are a new person I have trained. By the way, I'm aiming at you. That's what the entertainment industry is all about. It's just superficial harmony. "

Ye CuO nodded and didn't care about it.

Yan Feiyu nestles next to Ye Cuo, excited like a little girl: "Ye Cuo, can I ask you to dance?"

"Come on, my son." Ye CuO has a sly smile on his lips.

Yan Feiyu remembers that she threatened Ye CuO on the phone. She was a little embarrassed and glared at Ye Cuo. She reached out and held him together. They walked into the dance floor in the center of the hall and danced with the music.

"You dance well." Yan Feiyu was surprised to see ye Cuo. He thought Ye CuO couldn't dance, but he was more skillful than himself.

"Of course, I'm a genius. I can learn everything without learning." Ye CuO admitted it directly and impolitely.

Yan Feiyu's eyes with a trace of adoring charm, said: "I'm going to sing on the stage, that is, you wrote the" incarnation of the island of the whale ", then you go to the piano to help me accompany it, piano you can?"

"Of course!"

Yan Feiyu sweet smile: "then you help me, help me put this wheat don't to my collar."

Yan Feiyu takes out a small collar clip microphone and hands it to Ye Cuo, who helps her clip it on her collar.

At the end of the song, Yan Feiyu goes to the stage, and ye CuO comes to the piano. The smooth sound of the piano rings out, and Yan Feiyu's wonderful song fills the whole hall.

Ten minutes later, after the singing, there was a warm applause, and Fang Baizhan also gave a light applause: "it's good, it's good, the song is good, the people are good, but the words are bad."