"Brother Nan Jun,
Tian Jiuguo bullies his brother when he has a girl he likes. "Nguyen Hang covered the place where he was hit.
He complained to his brother who usually doted on him the most.
Shuo Zhen stood up from the toy horse excitedly.
"Yeah, he still bullies me every day even if he doesn't have a girl he likes!"
Zhi Min, who was watching from the side, laughed as he fell onto the sofa.
He chimed in, "Jiu Guo is completely busy right now.
top,
He's the team's tyrant. "
Tian Jiuguo, as a true man of Pusan, had always yearned for a strong body. Ever since he became an adult, he was addicted to the gym every day and trained himself into a muscle rabbit.
The brothers who could not lift or carry a shoulder dared not casually order him around anymore. Sometimes, they could not help but be mischievous in front of Tian Jiuguo, but the next second, they would receive his iron fist as revenge.
It was sad to say it.
But of course, this could not be blamed on Jiu Guo being too violent. In the end, it was because the brothers were too unreliable.
As the team leader, Nan Jun was also one of the brothers who had the most obvious brother complex. In the face of everything in Jiu Guo,
The way to deal with it was three words — praise, praise, praise.
It was the first time Tian Jiuguo went out wearing a windbreaker.
"Jiu Guo finally knows how to wear a windbreaker. As the brother who watched him grow up,
It's really the first time I see him go out wearing a windbreaker. I'm really touched. "
It was the first time Tian Jiuguo was a host.
"Although it looks very nervous,
Jiu Guo is really doing very well, isn't it? So cute! "
It was the first time Tian Jiuguo wrote a song.
"When Jiu Guo gave the song to me, I was really shocked. It was written really well. I don't think there are any problems. It can be published after a few more edits. "
In short, in Nan Jun's heart, Tian Jiuguo, as the team's golden Tian Jiuguo, did everything well.
Nan Jun was the first confirmed member of the group. In fact, Bulletproof was also formed around him. The reason why Tian Jiuguo gave up other big companies to join Bighit was
Also because of him.
Although the two of them were not the closest members of the group,
But there was a special bond between them.
Jiu Guo was a busy person who Nan Jun watched grow up,
He was like a son that he had raised himself.
No matter what kind of postcard her son brought back, as the owner, she would be moved to tears and couldn't help but be moved.
Now, his son had actually found a girlfriend. Not a little squirrel, a little crab, or a butterfly, but a real girl.
Nan Jun had a subtle, fatherly mentality that said, "My son has just grown up."
"Alright, stop teasing Jiu Nation. Think about how to get Enron Xi's contact information. It's not easy for Jiu Country to finally want to have a proper relationship. We must definitely help him. "
Min Yunqi said nonchalantly, "You'll see it on variety shows or singing stages in the future. Just ask for it then."
It had to be said that Min Suga's reverse flag was quite stable.
Logically speaking, Song An-ran and Tian Jiuguo were both members of the Big Trend Group. It wouldn't be difficult for them to get to know each other at singing events or variety shows.
In a few months, according to Tian Jiuguo's actions, the two of them might have already gotten together.
But coincidentally, during the few months Song An-ran's debut event, Bulletproof Entertainment was in full swing promoting their new album in the United States.
So, at the end of the year, the two of them didn't get to meet.
**
Song An-ran had been feeling a little irritable recently. The progress of the arrangement hadn't been very smooth. Every time she wrote something new, she would immediately reject it. She felt that either the lyrics were too frivolous or the accompaniment was too heavy.
For the instrumental part of the song, she chose the guzheng and pipa after repeated comparisons. Although the erhu's sound was very dramatic, it was a little overwhelming as an accompaniment and could easily overshadow the singer's voice.
In contrast, the guzheng and pipa sounds were crisp and mellow, which suited her tone very well. Also, she heard that the two most commonly used instruments by the geisha in China's ancient times were the guzheng and pipa.
This showed that these two musical instruments were indeed outstanding in their own way.
Although the progress of the song wasn't smooth, the idea of using classical instruments to arrange the song won Kim Si-hwan's praise.
When she sent the accompaniment demo to her producer, he spent a few minutes listening to it.
Then, he spent more than ten minutes praising her.
Kim Si-hwan PD: "Ah, An-ran. Oppa knew you were talented in music, but I didn't expect you to be so talented. You're a genius, a genius! "
Kim Si-hwan PD: "Your arrangement is amazing. It's unbelievable to hear this kind of music in Korea."
Kim Si-hwan PD: "If this song is done well, it will definitely beat the popular EDM and rap music on the market. An-ran, we're doing something no one has ever done before! "
Kim Si-hwan PD: "Write it well. This song must be the best. You'll be in charge of all the links. When the time comes, only your name will be signed. Strive to showcase all your abilities with this song. "
Kim Si-hwan PD: "IOI will be disbanded early next year. When you come back, you can use this song to debut as a solo artist."
…
Kim Si-hwan was so excited that his hand speed soared. A few messages bombarded Song An-ran's phone without any pause. She was dazzled by the messages.
Song An-ran looked at the messages with mixed feelings. She was a little flattered.
She had only changed the melody that was supposed to be played by the piano to the guzheng and pipa. Although it was rare in Korea, it shouldn't be so shocking, right?
Ignoring his storm-like praises, she replied, "Okay, I'll do it well."
Song An-ran pretended not to care and turned off her phone. She couldn't help but secretly curl the corners of her mouth, revealing her true thoughts.
When dealing with disobedient children, just give them a candy and they'll be happy.
When dealing with unhappy Song An-ran, all she needed was a little red flower.
After being praised by her own PD, she immediately forgot the frustration of not writing songs. She obediently went to the balcony to seclude herself.
In her heart, she felt that Kim Si-hwan was making a mountain out of a molehill. However, she couldn't resist her naive and sweet nature. When she heard a few words of praise, her tail would rise to the sky and she would immediately throw away any unhappiness.
Song An-ran, who was in a good mood, felt a lot better. Inspiration flowed like water. She stayed on the balcony for the entire afternoon.
When Song An-ran returned from the balcony, she saw Gyekyung holding the pipa and playing a song beautifully.
Her technique was much smoother than before. It seemed that the practice these few days had been effective.
The pipa's sound was crisp and clear, like pearls falling on a jade plate. The song went from slow to fast and gradually entered a good mood. After the last storm-like performance, the living room suddenly quieted down.
Although it was much better than the previous version, Song An-ran, who was very sensitive to timbre, felt that it was a little out of place.
"Unnie, is it because you didn't tune it correctly? Why is it so strange? "
Song An-ran picked up the yogurt on the table, took a sip, and stuffed a piece of biscuit into her mouth. She had been writing songs all afternoon and hadn't eaten anything yet.
Gyekyung lowered her head and frowned at her nails. She said in distress, "I don't have time to wear fake nails tomorrow. I can only use my own nail bullets. I'll try it first. The sound is a little strange. "
Song An-ran widened her eyes and said in surprise, "The strings of the pipa are made of steel wire! Won't it hurt? "
She leaned over to look at Gyekyung's nails. The red nail polish had been scratched off, and the white scratches made people's scalp tingle.
She had done a lot of research on the pipa recently. Naturally, she knew that musicians who played the pipa had to wear fake nails. The more difficult the song was, the higher the requirement for fake nails.
Song An-ran's face wrinkled. It was said that the ten fingers were connected to the heart. How painful would it be to use your own nails to play the steel wire?
She held Gyekyung's hand with heartache. She pursed her lips pitifully, as if she was playing the pipa without wearing fake nails.
Gyekyung looked at her expression and laughed out loud. "No, it doesn't hurt that much. I've tried to play like this before. That song was much more difficult than this."
She had been a trainee in Korea for six years and had experienced everything. So many years of experience had cultivated her to be frank, which was completely different from her appearance. Such a small matter was nothing to her.
However, Song An-ran cared more about it than she did.
Looking at her fingertips, which were red because of the steel wire, her heart ached.
She had played the piano since she was a child, so the protection of her opponents was more important than anything else.
She had never learned to cook because she couldn't cut vegetables with a knife.
She rarely ate peeled fruits because she didn't dare to peel them herself.
It was no exaggeration to say that if Song An-ran accidentally fell while walking on the road, her first reaction would definitely not be to support herself with her hands.
Although touching the ground with one's hands was a human instinct, her brain would control her outstretched hand before the physiological reaction.
Even if her face or head touched the ground, she could not touch the ground with her hands.
This was the bottom line and dignity of a pianist.
Song An-ran approached her fingers, blew a few times with her mouth, and said with heartache, "Augny, don't practice anymore. It's already very good. You will definitely amaze everyone tomorrow. "
Gyekyung felt that the wind that blew on her fingertips seemed to blow on her heart. The grievances hidden in her heart were easily cured by her.
She nodded seriously and said, "Okay."
Song An-ran jumped up happily and ran to the room to take out her red nail polish. She looked at her expectantly with a pair of big eyes and said, "Augny, let me help you apply the nail polish."
Gyekyung looked at her expectant eyes and nodded decisively.
… In the end, she realized that she had agreed too hastily.
She looked down at her nails. The scratches that had just been made had disappeared. However, the nail polish that had just been applied looked as if it had been pasted directly on. It was bulging high, and it was obvious that it was the work of a beginner.
Song An-ran held the brush and felt that every soft hair on it was not listening to her. She carefully covered the soft hair on Gyekyung's fingernails, but she couldn't control the strength of her hand, so the nail polish crookedly stuck to the flesh next to the nail.
Gyekyung helplessly took out a piece of paper and wiped off the nail polish that had been applied to the edge of the nail. She sighed and said, "An-ran, let me do it."
Song An-ran looked at her work and did not have the confidence to continue applying. She directly handed the brush to Gyekyung and watched from the side.
She watched as Gyekyung used a cotton cloth dipped in nail polish remover to wipe off the part that she had applied. After drying, she used the brush to apply it skillfully.
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