Chapter 128 Writing songs is just a sideline, I'm actually a director

Chapter 128 Writing songs is just a sideline, I'm actually a director

The car drove very steadily, all the way from the most prosperous CBD business district of the imperial capital towards Xiangshan.

Chen Mo could see that Lin Xiaqing and Tian Shuyue had a really good relationship.

In the car, the two sat in a row, holding hands, chatting a lot about Lin Xiaqing's childhood.

"Mr. Chen Mo, don't you know that our Xia Qing was very cute when he was a child. The children in the community at that time were our two beautiful little girls, Xia Qing and Siran."

Tian Shuyue occasionally turned around and told Chen Mo some interesting things about Lin Xiaqing's childhood, but she did not neglect Chen Mo because of the first meeting.

"Aunt Tian, ​​you're welcome, just call me Chen Mo."

Chen Mo smiled and said again.

"Yo, look at me, this man has a bad memory when he is old. Sometimes he forgets what he said when he turns around."

While holding Lin Xiaqing's hand, Tian Shuyue continued towards Chen Mo:

"Chen Mo, then I'll take care of you and call you by your name."

Chen Mo nodded and said that was the way it should be.

Along the way, Chen Mo also looked out of the car window from time to time. At first, it was a high-rise building, and gradually the number of high-rise buildings gradually decreased, and the green color became more and more.

Now, the car has been driving on a mountain road.

Although it is a mountain road, the road is very good, and the car is also advanced, and there is no bumpy feeling at all.

Although Lin Xiaqing was chatting with Tian Shuyue, he had been paying attention to Chen Mo's expression.

After all, Chen Mo came with him, it would be bad if he felt left out.

Besides, Aunt Tian on the side was constantly winking at herself.

"Chen Mo, grandpa lives on Fragrant Mountain now, so there is a mountain road, but it's fine, it will be there soon."

Chen Mo nodded when he heard the words. Although he was calm on the surface, his heart was slightly shocked.

Lin Xiaqing's grandfather lives in Xiangshan! ?

Where is Xiangshan, not to mention Chen Mo, every Xia people can even say a word or two.

The red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain are one of the ten scenic spots in the imperial capital.

In addition, Fragrant Mountain is a place where the top group of people in the Xia Kingdom can live.

To be able to live in Xiangshan, it is not enough just to have money, but also to have status.

And Lin Xiaqing's grandfather lives here!

What kind of identity is this...

While thinking about it, the business car slowly stopped in front of an antique villa.

Someone from outside actively opened the door.

"Chen Mo, miss, we're here, the master is waiting inside."

Tian Shuyue got out of the car first, and then said:

"Master would be happier if he knew that you came back with a friend, miss."

Lin Xiaqing's pretty face blushed indiscernibly, and then said to Chen Mo:

"Grandpa likes to be lively, and the old man must be happy when there are many people. Let's go, let's go in."

Chen Mo had no doubts about him, the old man naturally likes to be lively.

Bringing the cigar he just bought, Chen Mo followed Lin Xiaqing and walked into the villa.

The interior of the villa is decorated in Chinese style. After entering the door, it is almost six meters high. There are huge palace lanterns hanging. The surrounding area is mostly mahogany, which is antique and charming.

Putting on the prepared slippers, Chen Mo and Lin Xiaqing crossed the ceiling and turned to the left.

In the living room, an old man in Tang suit was drinking tea.

"Grandpa!"

Lin Xiaqing saw the old man, his eyes lit up, and he trotted over.

"Stinky girl, you know you're back, have you forgotten my grandfather?"

The old man had a serious face at first, but when he saw Lin Xiaqing, he immediately spread out like ice and snow, the folds on his face were crowded together, he hugged his granddaughter who was running towards him, and said with a smile.

"Oh, am I busy with work? Look, I just got off the plane when I came to the imperial capital. I didn't stop for a moment, so I came to see you!"

Lin Xiaqing sat beside the old man, hugged the old man's arm, and said coquettishly.

"Hmph, if you still have a little conscience, it's not in vain for me to drag you up with shit and urine."

The old man was obviously very happy, scratched Lin Xiaqing's little nose, turned to look at Chen Mo who was still standing, and asked:

"Xia Qing, who is this guy? Why didn't you introduce him to Grandpa?"

In fact, as soon as Chen Mo entered the living room, the old man noticed it.

My precious granddaughter understands herself, and has never brought outsiders home.

Why did you bring a boy back this time?

Shouldn't it be?

"Oh, I was so excited to see you, I almost forgot."

Lin Xiaqing stood up with a smile, walked to Chen Mo's side, and brought Chen Mo to the old man's side.

said:

"Grandpa, this is my friend, Chen Mo, the one or two black soils who wrote songs for me, the one I told you on WeChat."

A couple of black soil?

The old man was slightly surprised.

The old man naturally knew what happened to his granddaughter during this time.

And not only know, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is well known.

Naturally, one or two black soil, the genius songwriter who wrote eleven songs for Lin Xiaqing.

"Chen Mo, this is my grandfather."

Chen Mo bowed slightly, put the cigar gift box in his hand on the coffee table in front of the old man, and said:

"Hello, Mr. Wang, I'm Chen Mo, Xia Qing's friend. I heard Xia Qing say that you like cigars, but I didn't find a better one in a hurry. Please don't mind."

Naturally, Chen Mo couldn't call the old man grandfather, nor was it appropriate to call him grandpa, so he naturally called him Wang Lao, which was a respectful title.

As for the old man's name, Lin Xiaqing told Chen Mo, Wang Tianba, when he bought a cigar.

At that time, Chen Mo was also surprised.

No matter what era, those who dared to be called Wang Tianba were definitely not ordinary people.

"Haha, it turned out to be Mr. Chen Mo. I heard Xia Qing talk about you a long time ago."

Wang Tianba stood up, laughed, stretched out his right hand, and took the initiative to shake hands with Chen Mo.

"I really didn't expect that one or two black soils of the magical lyrics and songs uploaded on the Internet turned out to be a young man!"

"Good good!"

"Old Wang has won the award. I don't dare to be a gentleman. You call me Xiao Chen. As for a ghost, I don't dare to be a genius. I just wrote a few songs and made you laugh."

Wang Tianba's hands were big and powerful, not like the hands of an old man at all.

"Haha, I, Wang Tianba, never flatter people. I have heard all the songs you wrote. In the entire entertainment industry, there are not many songwriters who can compare to yours."

Letting go of Chen Mo's hand, Wang Tianba continued:

"Xiao Chen, then I'm welcome. I'm probably about the same age as your grandfather."

Chen Mo smiled and nodded, repeatedly saying yes.

"Xiao Chen, don't stand, sit down."

Then, he commanded outside the living room:

"Shuyue, serve tea and soak my treasured Dahongpao."

After Wang Tianba sat down first, he picked up Chen Mo's cigar gift box and said:

"Yo, Xiao Chen, is this a Cohiba No. 5 cigar? It cost you money."

Chen Mo shook his head and said:

"Mr. Wang, you're welcome. I don't know much about cigars, so I can only buy the slightly more expensive ones they said. If it doesn't suit your taste, please forgive me."

Chen Mo originally thought that buying a box of more than 70,000 cigars as a greeting gift should not be considered rude.

However, when he knew that the car drove into Xiangshan, he knew that the gift might be light.

Entering the villa, seeing Grandpa Lin Xiaqing's bearing, he knew that the gift must be light.

Therefore, Chen Mocai said at the very beginning that the cigars he bought were not high-quality products.

Just now, he voluntarily admitted that he just followed the sales advice and bought their most expensive cigar.

"You're welcome, Xiao Chen. In fact, I don't know much about cigars. I just mess around when I have nothing to do, haha."

Wang Tianba said with a smile.

Chen Mo smiled slightly, knowing that the old man was just being polite and not making himself ugly.

People can see the type of cigars they buy through the box, but can they really understand cigars?

"Oh, grandpa, how can you talk about your cigars when we meet? If you want me to tell you, smoking less of this thing in the future is not good for your health."

Lin Xiaqing, who was on the side, was sitting next to Chen Mo at the moment, grabbed the humidor in Wang Tianba's hand, and put it behind him.

The cigar's mission has been accomplished, it is not needed now.

Wang Tianba was stunned and said:

"Okay, listen to you, grandpa will smoke less cigars in the future."

At this time, Tian Shuyue came over with a tea cup.

"Come on, Xiao Chen, have a taste of this Dahongpao."

He picked up a cup and handed it to Chen Mo, Wang Tianba handed another cup to Lin Xiaqing, and then said:

"Is Xiao Chen busy with other work besides writing songs?"

"Oh, Mr. Wang, writing songs is just my side business. My job is actually a third-level director of Sky Entertainment, and I'm currently filming."

Songwriting is just a sideline, third-level director?

Wang Tianba was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chen Mo with some doubts.

A songwriter who has written twelve platinum singles, says songwriting is just a side hustle?

Are all the boys so stubborn now?

Brag it!