"Hurry up, be ready, Goyo, why are you still sleeping now?" Because Kang Goyo was already making preparations, the company arranged a separate dormitory for him. In addition to Kang Goyo himself, Quan Eun-he also owns a dormitory key. Today is the day when he originally agreed to meet Senior Ren Zai-fan. Quan Eun-he pulled Jiang Goyo, who was still sleeping in the bed early in the morning.

Looking at the bright window, Jiang Wuyou grabbed the alarm clock at the head of the bed and checked the time, and muttered helplessly, "Brother Eunhe, it's only 7 o'clock now."

"What's wrong at 7 o'clock? Today is the day when I'm going to meet Senior Ren Zaifan. You must not make any mistakes when it's so important. By the way, are the song information ready? Also, what clothes are you going to wear today? Oh, really, why haven't the company arranged the assistant's affairs yet, I have to worry about this kind of thing. By the way, Wuyou, where are your songs placed? Are you ready? You are talking."

Jiang Wuyou closed his eyes, covered the quilt on his head, and stretched out his hand and pointed weakly at the end of the bed.

"Oh, how can you put it randomly? What if you can't find it? What if you wrinkle it? What if Senior Ren Zai Fan has a bad impression of you?" Quan Eun-he looked in the direction that Jiang Wuyou pointed and found a folder. After opening it, he found that there were newly printed songs notarized. Jiang Wuyou even added another personal experience. Quan Eun-he scanned it roughly and found no typos, so he put it back into the folder first.

"Wuyou, get up quickly, we have to go to the dressing room." Kwon Eun-hyuk lifted Jiang Wuyou's quilt, regardless of whether Jiang Wuyou, who has always been accustomed to sleeping naked, was in a natural state today. Fortunately, Jiang Wuyou wrote a song until too late last night, and even did not take off her coat, so there was no embarrassing scene.

"Wuyou, get up, hurry up." Kwon Eun-he grabbed Jiang Wuyou's hand and pulled Jiang Wuyou with his eyes closed. He patted Jiang Wuyou's face, "Wuyou, wake up, we're leaving."

Jiang Wuyou was both irritable and hummed helplessly, "Brother, I didn't go to bed at three o'clock yesterday. Besides, didn't I say that I just went to see Senior Ren Zaifan in the afternoon? It was only seven o'clock, why are you doing so early?" As he said, he was still shaking his caught hand, as if he wanted to lie back on the bed.

Quan Enhe would not let go, "Boy, get up quickly. Today is the day to meet seniors. You have to clean up for me, otherwise, like you are now so sloppy, wouldn't it embarrass me?" Regardless of Jiang Wuyou's condition, Quan Enhe knocked Jiang Wuyou's head a little harder, "Go and wash your face and rinse your mouth, we'll go to the dressing room."

"Ah? Dressing room?" Jiang Wuyou, who covered her head, lowered her head and closed her eyes, "Brother, do you still have to go to the dressing room?"

Looking at Jiang Wuyou's condition, he seemed to understand that it was impossible to wake him up. Quan Enhe didn't care about it, but pulled Jiang Wuyou up and hurriedly pulled him out.

After sitting down in the dressing room, Jiang Wuyou tilted his head and was fiddled by the makeup artist, while Quan Eun-he took out the experience written by Jiang Wuyou, looked at it carefully word by word, and modified it from time to time with a pen.

After about three hours, the makeup artist's work was completed. At this time, Jiang Wuyou also woke up and asked Quan Eun-he in confusion, "Brother Eun-he, it's just an ordinary meeting with a senior. Is it necessary to do this? He also came to the dressing room to do his hair?"

Quan Eun-he put down the "experience" that had been changed beyond recognition in his hand and handed it back to Jiang Wu-you, and replied seriously: "Wu-you, you have to remember. I don't care about you in the past, but as long as you go out to meet outsiders, you must ensure that your mental state and appearance must be the best. You must show your good side to the public. Even if you are a male artist, you must not meet anyone with a plain face, even if I can't. What's more, today I met a senior in the music industry. Even though he has lived in seclusion in recent years and has not made any records or appearances, his status and music are among the best in the music industry. This is why I asked you to come to the dressing room. However, "Quen-he was a little angry, "Why has the company not arranged an assistant makeup artist to come over yet? Is it still in short supply for a makeup artist in the CCM company?"

Jiang Wuyou did not comment on the company's affairs, but Jiang Wuyou was still a little curious about the seniors he was going to meet today. "Brother Eunhe, let me tell me about Senior Ren Zaifan. I have checked it online, but there is little news. I really know very little except that he has been to the UK for half a year and is mainly engaged in Rock."

In fact, this is difficult for Jiang Wuyou. He doesn’t usually go online, and being able to find these messages through the Internet is a major breakthrough.

Speaking of Ren Zai Fan, Kwon Enhe's eyes were full of respect and admiration. "You may not know that in the early 1990s, the most popular American pop musician in South Korea was Michael.bolton, and Ren Zai Fan was called the 'michael.bolton' of Korea. His song, "If Tonight", was the most popular at that time, can be said to be the mark of an era. It's a pity," said Kwon Enhe's eyes, "Her senior Ren Zai Fan chose to escape the world for some personal reasons. Although an album later released, which caused a hot effect, the continuous seclusion made the senior unable to gain high popularity, so his life was very difficult."

Listening to this kind of explanation similar to a legendary story, Jiang Wuyou even knew a lot about Ren Zai Fan's personality. She was secluded and lived in seclusion? It sounded like a relatively withdrawn person, or a person who was not easy to get along with. Maybe because his musical ability is indeed outstanding, Enhe Ge recommended my songs to him and asked him to help modify them.

"By the way, your experience." Quan Enhe pointed to the manuscript in Jiang Wuyou's hand. "My concept is that music is flexible. Although it is more intuitive to write on paper, if you write too rigidly, it will limit the spirituality of dead music. What you need is to tell them your feelings, while the words cannot describe that feeling. The focus of the songs is on the song. Try to express the lyrics. The same lyrics express completely different emotions in different tunes. You must understand that in front of those who understand music, all you need to do is to constantly test and constantly find the carriers of the music to express your emotions."

It is rare to hear Kwon Eun-he talk about his musical philosophy so deeply. Kang Wu-woo stared at Kwon Eun-he blankly and nodded to show that he understood.

"Well, by the way, do you think your song needs to play an electronic instrument? As you write, you want to feel like it's 'Gothic', but my feeling is that the orchestra's performance may be more suitable. I think we need a more professional evaluation, so when you meet Senior Ren Zai Fan in the afternoon, don't forget to ask about this."

After lunch, Quan Enhe took Jiang Wuyou to Ren Zaifan's house. Although it was just a small house, the overall style could show the owner's taste. Unlike the slightly lit door of other people's house, the simple and dim colors show the slightly vicissitudes of the family, and even the somewhat dilapidated doors showed the depth of the family. Although modern doorbell devices were installed at the door, the old wine choice without a visible screen felt a little inseparable from modern life.

"Don't talk nonsense later." Quan Enhe, who reminded him, rang the doorbell. After waiting for a while, a female voice came out, "Is it Mr. Quan Enhe?"

"Yes, madam. We are here to visit Senior Ren Zai Fan." Even though he did not see the real person, Quan Enhe leaned forward slightly and answered respectfully.

With a "click", the door lock opened. After sorting out his appearance again, Quan Enhe took the lead and pushed open the door and walked in. Jiang Wuyou followed suit and fiddled with his clothes and followed behind.

When you enter the gate, the first thing you see is a stone slab. Above it, like a normal Korean family, an old Korean house stands there. When the gate opens, a man and a woman standing inside look exactly the same as the ordinary Korean couple you see on the street. There is no way to tell that the man used to be a musician who caused a sensation in the entire Korean.

When Quan Enhe saw Ren Zaifan, he speeded up and asked very respectfully, and handed over the fruits he brought on the road. In contrast to him, Ren Zaifan, who seemed to be a little arrogant, just answered "You are here, welcome." After he did not take the gift, and even before the person was invited into the house, he asked about the song.

It seems that I have never seen this situation before. Jiang Wuyou just stood there stupidly without taking out the folder, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. It was still Quan Eun-he who smoothed out the scene, "Senior, still cares so much about the current songs", and at the same time, he prompted Jiang Wuyou to take out the songs.

After Ren Zaifan got the song, he turned around and walked into the house alone. He left his wife with a wry smile and invited the two of them into the house.

The hostess arranged for Kwon Eun-he and Kang Woo to sit down, and after getting on the fruit plate, she said terrible and went to the study to call Ren Zai-fan out. Kwon Eun-he looked at Kang Woo-you who wanted to speak but stopped and asked softly, "Do you have something to say?"

Jiang Wuyou nodded, thought for a while, and whispered, "Senior Ren Zaifan, his personality seems to be very strange."

After a bitter smile, Quan Enhe continued, "You understand this time, why he will live in seclusion."
Chapter completed!