Earthy Superstar

　　 "Four revolutions! Amazing, right? I have said that Li Tiezhu is a must in writing national style. After all, he can write "Cool" in one night."

　　Guangdong, Lengba and Ms. Mi are rarely busy, watching live TV in the hotel.

　　 Sister Mi nodded, a little helpless: "The song is a good song, but it won't push the evening entertainment? Isn't it different to watch the video tomorrow?"

　　 Lengba said: "Is it because I deliberately watched the live broadcast, I'm just too tired these few days, lazy, hehe..."

　　 Sister Mi: "You! Also, you are not a mentor anymore, and this show has nothing to do with you. However, remember to keep in touch with Li Tiezhu and keep the relationship better."

　　 Lengba was shocked and waved quickly: "I don't have much friendship with him, just so..."

　　 I am not a cat!

　　 Sister Mi: "He doesn't need money to write songs for you, you still don't know enough? How good is it? Keep it! In the future, I will cheat more songs from him! You know?"

　　 Lengba: "No problem, he dare not charge me."

Hey! He gives me money every day!

　　...

　　 On the stage, Li Tiezhu was thinking about whom to choose after singing. The three instructors turned around, tangled! Happy troubles.

　　Who knows, a fat man who was so kind that he couldn't be more kind also turned around.

　　 Don't worry about it now.

　　 Li Tiezhu collected the erhu, stood up, and nodded to the three instructors one by one. Chen Yisen, Yehenara, and Wang Feng: "Thank you!"

　　 The three instructors gently nodded their heads politely in return.

　　 Then, Li Tiezhu brought his legs together and bowed respectfully to the fourth instructor ninety degrees without getting up. I didn’t say a word of thank you. First of all, I couldn’t make it, and secondly, it’s far from enough...

　　 Facing Li Tiezhu’s ninety degrees bow, the fourth instructor was not at all stunned, with a kind expression: "Get up, boy, let me take a look."

"Eh."

　　 Li Tiezhu straightened up and even turned around.

　　 It’s great that he can see her on this show with a smile on his face!

　　 "Have you eaten pig feed?"

　　 The instructor smiled, then shook his head and joked.

　　 Li Tiezhu smirked and scratched his head.

Han Hong looked at the other three instructors with a dazed expression, and casually explained: "When I knew him, he was so tall, so tall, do you know? He was skinny and skinny like a monkey. Hey! You! Such a little guy, how can it be..."

　　 As he said, Han Hong stretched out his hand to make a gesture of height.

　　 Li Tiezhu: "Auntie, it's been ten years."

　　 "Really?" Han Hong was taken aback, "06, 16 years, really ten years, ten years and three months. You are seventeen this year? I remember you will be eighteen next month, right?"

"right."

　　 "How are these years?"

　　 "Very good! I'm fine, my dad is fine too, and the money owed by the family is gone."

　　 "That's good. I said I came to you a few days ago and found out that your'misunderstanding' was resolved. I was busy again, so I didn't come."

　　 "It's okay, when you are free, I will treat you to hot pot."

　　 Li Tiezhu was so excited that dialects appeared.

　　 Han Hong said: "Well, wait until I return to Xichuan."

　　 Li Tiezhu: "I want it."

　　 Of the three mentors, only Ye Henara found it boring. Wang Feng looked confused, and Chen Yisen looked at Li Tiezhu and Han Hong with a melon-eating expression on his face.

　　Apart from a few people who have eaten melons, most of the audience who watched the live broadcast did not know the reason.

　　 Han Hong, who doesn’t know?

　　 The leader of the national music team, the rank of colonel.

　　 But, what does he have to do with Li Tiezhu, a stuffed bun? It was strange to hear them talking very familiarly.

At this time, the host Shaohua stepped up to explain: "I believe many viewers must be very puzzled, why Li Tiezhu and Han Hong are so familiar, right? In fact, they met ten years ago when Li Tiezhu was seven years old, and his Mother is seriously ill..."

　　 In a few words, Shaohua clarified the relationship between Li Tiezhu and Han Hong, and then returned the trick to Li Tiezhu: "Do you already have your favorite mentor?"

　　 Li Tiezhu nodded, before he could answer.

Han Hong said, “I didn’t want to turn around. At the beginning, I heard that it was a song written by you. Really, I followed your game. At the beginning, I didn’t want to turn around because... it was inappropriate. Then I turned around. Because you wrote this song really well! It opened up a new realm, what realm? It’s like, it’s..."

　　 Li Tiezhu: "Guofeng songs are the most beautiful!"

Han Hong: "Yes, the beautiful lyrics are more beautiful. As the little white fat guy said before, you not only created a song, but created a new style of music. Strictly speaking, the song "Cool" It’s a bit of a meaning, but this one is more pure, the perfect combination of national style and popular. So, I have to turn! But you can’t choose me, we know each other. If you want to win, you have to win the right words!"

　　Mao is not easy: Huh? Who is Xiaobai Fatty?

　　 Others say that the fat man is an insult, but Mr. Han Hong said that he is just a description of the fact.

　　 "I see! Thank you!"

　　 Li Tiezhu is not smart, and his 96-point IQ is now slightly stretched, and he can't understand it, but he doesn't need to burn his brain.

　　 Just trust her.

　　 I heard the moving past of Han Hong and Li Tiezhu, the instant noodle head Chen Yisen had already been stunned, Li Tiezhu would definitely not choose him, but who knew the sudden turn of events?

　　 Ethan’s excitement was overwhelming: "Yes, you can’t choose Han Hong, otherwise the program group will be shady. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Shaohua said: "Isn't it shady? Teacher Ethan, your tactics for grabbing people are too bad, be careful of the program team deducting your salary. Thank you for the comments of Mr. Han Hong, the other three mentors..."

Feng Wang bears the brunt: "This kid is very talented and writes well. But your singing skills are short, almost pure amateur...but you have a good voice. Come to my group, I can not only guide your singing skills, but also interact with you. You discuss creative skills, look at the other three in this room, none of them can play. Just me, an original singer!"

　　 Naying instantly replied: "Who hasn't written a song yet? Ethan wrote it, Sister Hong, have you written it too?"

　　 Han Hong nodded: "Writing to play."

　　 Wang Feng: "But you mainly sing songs written by others. Li Tiezhu and I are self-reliant, and originality is our foothold..."

　　 Chen Yisen: "You are not as good as Tie Zhu."

　　 Wang Feng: "Based on... hey!"

　　 "Also, what you write is rock and roll, and Tie Zhu has never sang rock and roll."

　　 "You have enough, and I have so many nice songs."

　　 Chen Yisen: "I know, I mean the song written by Li Tiezhu. So far there is no song that is not the main song level. Can you do it?"

　　 Wang Feng smiled, stretched out his legs and pretended to kick Ethan, saying from the underworld: "Isn't there enough songs for an album? Those are ignored."

　　 Chen Yisen: "Okay, you continue to comment."

　　 Wang Feng: "Me, me, where did I just say?"

　　 Chen Yisen: "Original is your foothold..."

　　 Wang Feng: "You shut up. Originality is our foothold... foothold... Hey! Forget it, good song, good originality, that's right for me."

　　Mom, I was disrupted by that instant noodle head, I wanted to pretend to be forced.