Compared with two years ago, the God of Song has not changed much. He still looks like a middle-aged man with a pair of flip-flops under his feet, a vest and shorts on it, and a chin full of stubble that just grew. He is dressed in a very ordinary outfit.

However, because of the unique aura of the God of Songs, although this outfit is ordinary, it has a unique flavor when worn on it, giving people the feeling that golden scales are not something in the pool.

Another thing worth mentioning is that perhaps it is because the last time the photo of the song God was captured by the media at the airport made netizens ps into various emoticons, when they met the song God himself again, no matter what he did, they had an inexplicable sense of joy.

Just standing there alone makes people laugh, as if the next moment, a word "Yeah shit" pops out of his mouth.

"Lao Zhang, are you back?"

Lin Yunkai, who was about to call, turned around and saw that Zhang Juncheng was coming back, so he put away his cell phone and greeted him with a smile.

However, his words were more or less awkward, and it sounded like he was asked "Brother, come and have a meal" when he was asked verbally.

Zhang Juncheng also heard these words that were just taking off his pants and farting. He held the food in one hand and took out the key in the other, and said blankly: "No, I just went out."

"Uh..." Lin Yunkai choked immediately. After thinking about it, he reached out to take the dish from Zhang Juncheng and smiled and said, "Oh, this dish is quite heavy? I bought it in the vegetable market?"

"No, I picked it up by the roadside." Zhang Juncheng gave him a blank look, and his expression gradually began to develop towards the trend of emoticon packs, and he complained: "It's not that I said you Lao Lin, you have a face on August 15th, and you have a big waist and a round waist. Why do you say those unnutritious words every day?"

“…”

“!!!”

Lin Yunkai made Zhang Geshen stunned. He looked down at his round figure. He felt ashamed for the first time and suddenly had the idea of ​​losing weight.

"Uncle Zhang, long time no see."

He Xiao had drunk with Zhang Juncheng before. He knew that the God of Song was very easy-going and his speech was very jumpy. At this time, he saw Lin Yunkai defeated after meeting his former friend, and he turned to him to come forward.

"Ha? Beautiful boy, it's you? How are you doing recently?"

When Zhang Juncheng saw He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian, a smile appeared on his face, but he was not as casual as Lin Yunkai, but went there with a welcoming attitude.

Obviously, he and Lin Yunkai had a very close relationship. The two of them had a tit-for-tat encounter when they first met was just a mutual loss between friends, so when they faced He Xiao and Lin Yunkai, they naturally would no longer have the attitude of running a train full of words, and they were very welcoming.

"Hehe, this kid's studio is booming, and he lives a lot better than us." Lin Yunkai patted his shoulder from the side and said with a smile.

After breaking away from Lejia, He Xiao has developed smoothly in recent years, and has achieved success in both career and love, which has made many envious people.

It is no exaggeration to say that He Xiao’s current living standard exceeds at least 95% of the people in the entertainment industry.

"Young people, it's a good thing to be excited about. The future music scene will depend on them!" Zhang Juncheng laughed, said hello to Xiao Wangnian, briefly talked about the old man, and then invited everyone into the villa.

This villa is not too big, it is a small and medium-sized type. After all, only Zhang Juncheng lives alone. Too much space will make people living alone feel fear and loneliness. The overall decoration is in a Chinese style. It seems that although the God of Song has lived in Singapore for many years, he still has a deep Chinese sentiment in his bones.

"Where did the tea I brought you last time? Have you finished drinking it yourself?"

As soon as Lin Yunkai entered the house, he felt like he was back at home. He naturally opened a cabinet to find something. He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian sat on the sofa with some restraint, looking at each other, smiling bitterly.

Perhaps in front of the famous God of Songs, only Lao Lin can be so casual and natural, and he also treats God of Songs as a silver medal?

After Zhang Juncheng returned home, he put the dishes in the kitchen, with a pair of walnuts in his hand, sat on a chair made of pure mahogany, and smiled, "I've finished drinking it long ago. I didn't say I'll bring me some more for my birthday?"

"You old prodigal son, that's the best tea I bought for a lot of money. Why don't you know how to save some?" Lin Yunkai was so angry when he heard this, he scolded Zhang Juncheng for squandering. The latter smiled indifferently and said, "Okay, okay, don't you just drink some tea, it's like killing you."

Lin Yunkai was so angry that his head was almost smoking. He quarreled with Zhang Juncheng for a while before then he reached out and asked, "Did you write a new song recently? Show me."

"I have written two poems, why? I want to test my level?" Zhang Juncheng opened a drawer at his hand, took out a few manuscripts from it, and handed them to He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian.

He Xiao was stunned and was surprised to see the manuscript in front of him. This was the manuscript written by Zhang Juncheng himself, and he handed it to him with trust. It seemed that the character of the God of Song was even more generous than he thought.

As the music draft was opened, the room suddenly became quiet. Everyone was the top musician who had been at the top in the circle. In terms of music, it can be said that everyone is professional. The new songs written by the God of Songs quickly immersed them in it.

After a long time, Lin Yunkai sighed and said, "Juncheng, your level has indeed improved a lot compared to previous years. Have you recorded a sample? Let me listen."

Zhang Juncheng shook his head, "What's the use of writing good songs? Only if you can sing them is a skill."

"After all, I'm not the one I was twenty years ago, and the treble part I was proud of before could not make it. If I sing this song, I can only choose to lower the key."

Reduce key!

As soon as these words were said, He Xiao and Xiao Wangnian looked at each other, and their hearts were filled with depression.

The God of Songs is indeed no longer as powerful as he was back then.

This is not a level regression, but a physiological aging that cannot be avoided by anyone.

"What should I do?" Xiao Wangnian suddenly became a little anxious. He looked at Zhang Juncheng and chose to tell the truth.

After all, the God of Songs is the last face of the Chinese music scene. If this line of defense is broken, then the status of the entire Chinese music scene in Asia and even the international community will fall to the bottom!

"Korean singer Lee Shengxin?"

After hearing Xiao Wangnian's words, Zhang Juncheng just smiled faintly and said proudly: "What are you afraid of? Just a group of villains. I went to perform in Korea ten years ago. Their rock godfather would even shout "Senior when he saw me!"

Although Zhang Juncheng said domineeringly, everyone present knew that the actual situation was not so optimistic. It was just that Zhang Juncheng knew his position and he had to stand up. Otherwise, if even he was afraid, then the Chinese music scene would be really sad.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and there were only three days left before the birthday party of God of Song.

Actually, Zhang Juncheng didn’t really want to hold this birthday party. No one would want his birthday to become a huge business banquet that competes for fame and fortune. The most comfortable state is to have some side dishes and drink some wine with a few friends.

But he can't do it. He is the God of Songs. If he is praised by the media, he has to accept these rules that forcefully stuffed in.

If people want to curry favor with him, it is impossible to give gifts for no reason. They can only choose a day, and birthday is the best time.
Chapter completed!