The door of the private room was still open, and the woman in the bakery stopped screaming 'love if she died', and began to fight 'Beijing for one night'. The chorus here has already passed most of the time, and the subtitles on the screen slowly turned from white to green, but no one sang a sound.
Jiahe held the popcorn in his left hand and the red microphone in his right, but he forgot how to sing this song.
After a few seconds, I stumbled and hummed a few words. The effect was really comparable to that of the woman on the opposite side. I didn't pursue it where I tuned it, and I can even sing the wrong words while looking at the screen, which is a kind of talent...
"Give me the microphone." Yi Wenze walked into the private room and suddenly said to Qiao Qiao.
Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, only to notice that the black microphone was also in his hand, and hurriedly handed it to him.
Yi Wenze didn't look at the big screen, but he seemed to know every word and melody node. He sang effortlessly, with a low voice and a little tiredness from the journey. Jiahe didn't dare to make mistakes again, and sang carefully and nervously. The harmony between the two was very harmonious, and the effect was unexpectedly good.
Before the door of the private room was closed, someone passing by and seeing Yi Wenze immediately stopped and listened to the song excitedly. As a well-known star, he actually sang his ex-wife's song with other women on ktv, and it was still in front of everyone's eyes. Naturally, no one would let go of this kind of gossip.
It wasn't until the song was almost finished that Ah Qing realized that something was wrong. He hurriedly closed the door with a smile, leaned up, covered the transparent glass on the door, and separated the fans and those watching the fun in the private room. outside.
At the end of the mv, under the golden sunshine, Tian Chu raised his head and shouted "I love you".
Jiahe was still holding the popcorn bucket, staring at the end in a daze, until he switched to the ktv advertisement, put the microphone on the table, and continued to eat the popcorn with his head down. Who ordered the song "Sunlight" just now is impossible to test. The two people who finished the chorus, one sat in the corner of the sofa by the door and ate the popcorn while the other stood aside and handed the microphone to him. people around you.
"Mr. Yi really should release an album, it will definitely sell well." Qiao Qiao took a bottle of beer and handed it to Yi Wenze, kicking Jiahe as she spoke, motioning her to make a place for Yi Wenze to sit. .
It's not that Jiahe didn't understand what she meant, but so many people blatantly asked Yi Wenze to sit next to her. She couldn't hold back her face, but seeing Yi Wenze standing with the bottle in her hand, she couldn't bear it and struggled repeatedly. In the end, it was the idol who conquered everything. He dawdled and squeezed beside Qiao Qiao. He raised his head and smiled and said, "Teacher Yi, sit here."
Yi Wenze said thank you, and sat next to Jiahe without any pushback.
A lot of people came tonight, the private room was obviously not big enough, and everyone was crowded on the sofa. In fact, she is not a very caring person, and it is not that in the feudal era, men and women were concerned about giving and receiving, but when Yi Wenze sat next to her, she began to feel uncomfortable. looking at what…
Ah slipped to the song platform early in the morning, Yi Wenze was sitting at the door, and there were still sparse people passing by intentionally. I guess he heard that Yi Wenze was here. From time to time, he looked through the glass. He drank beer calmly, because he was wearing a peaked cap and was sitting again, so naturally no one outside the door would recognize him, so he just stopped taking a few glances.
Because of the effect of alcohol, people get up and go in and out from time to time, or smoke or go to the bathroom.
Yi Wenze's position was obviously blocking the door, so he naturally approached Jiahe again, and Jiahe was immediately electrocuted, and squeezed towards Qiaoqiao again.
"Qiao Qiao, you are almost sitting on my lap." Deputy Director Cheng Hao coughed.
Qiaoqiao glanced at Jiahe resentfully, then stood up and said meaningfully: "It's really crowded, I'll go out and stand."
Cheng Hao thought she was talking about himself, so he was embarrassed to stand up: "you sit, I'll go out and stand."
"Gene Era"
The two let it go, but they didn't sit any longer, leaving a lot of space for Jiahe and Yi Wenze. The rest of the people didn't dare to sit here because of the embarrassment of ordering the song just now, so a strange scene was formed: only two people were sitting on one-third of the couch, and they were luxuriously separated by one person. Empty seats, the remaining two-thirds of the space is crowded into canned sardines...
"Are you writing a new play?" Yi Wenze suddenly asked while looking at the big screen.
Jiahe hummed, and suddenly felt that his answer was very hypocritical, and quickly added: "It's already in the book of heaven, it's still in ancient costume."
Yi Wenze raised the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly: "Do you like costume dramas very much?"
Jiahe smiled and said, "When I was a child, I was very obsessed with the word, 'The feather fan and the towel, in the chatting and laughing, the ashes will be wiped out." Since then, I have liked costume dramas, especially the role of fighting a thousand soldiers. "
Yi Wenze took a sip of beer, the 330ml bottle was just right in his hand. Heineken's dark green bottle shone through the light of the screen, and it was crystal clear like colored glass. Jiahe looked at him quietly, thinking about the scene of poking at the TV with his fingers and yelling at Yi Wenze when he was in middle school, and somehow blushed.
Fortunately, it is very dark here, and the blush cannot be seen.
"My motherland is wandering, you should laugh at me with affection, and I was born early. Life is like a dream, and a statue is still in Jiangyue." He whispered the next sentence, shook his head lightly, and smiled half self-deprecatingly: "I used to act in a play. , recite this sentence."
"Mo Shaoan?"
She has seen all Yi Wenze's plays, and naturally knows each character. Mo Shao'an's drama was the Republic of China drama. She was a drunken and infatuated Shanghai Bund, a family child with a heroic complex. She could even remember the details of the scene in which Yi Wenze recited this poem.
Yi Wenze turned his head to look at her, his dark pupils were full of tiny bits of light, so beautiful that he was startling: "Do you like this character? Mo Shaoan."
"I like it, I like characters with a certain degree of moral cleanliness. Men who can restrain themselves are more attractive," Jiahe analyzed very seriously, "Mo Shaoan was defeated in such a big environment because of this moral cleanliness. The conflict is stark."
Yi Wenze laughed and said slowly: "I mean, as an audience, do you like him?"
Jiahe was asked this by him, only to find out that she had an occupational disease again: "I'm sorry, I have an occupational disease. As an audience..." She met his gaze and slandered in her heart that since it was an idol, of course everything was fine. , while pretending to be calm and taking a glass of red wine, Quan Dang quenched his thirst and embarrassment, "I like it very much, especially the scene where he boarded the ship and left China."
In that scene, Yi Wenze, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, read Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia to the sea.
The hatred of the family and the country and the love of the children are all gone in one poem...
When she went back at night, Qiaoqiao slept in her room. With the smell of alcohol all over her, she stumbled on the bed and looked at Jia He, who continued to type hard: "Your idol is really good, and you are so good to fans."
Jiahe stared at the display screen without looking back: "Of course."
"My boss doesn't like gossip hype, otherwise today's scene is really good news," Qiaoqiao pouted and analyzed in a whirl, "Look at the recent Qing Dynasty drama, there are many scandals between the director and the actress. red."
Jiahe didn't answer. The chat with Yi Wenze tonight gave her an inspiration for the script, otherwise it would be too late to write it down. Because Qiao Qiao was going to sleep, she only turned on the desk lamp, stared at the screen without blinking and typed words. It wasn't until she had more than 2,000 words that she was finished. When she looked up, she found that her neck was already sore.
She stretched and looked at the time. It was just before one point, just in time for a massage.
The crew is not bad. I invited three masseuses to join the crew at the hotel. As long as I go before two o'clock, there is no problem. There is a play tomorrow, most people are asleep at this time, and the masseuse should be idle. Thinking so, Jiahe got up and poked Qiaoqiao who was covered in the quilt: "I'll go out for a massage, and open the door for me later."
Qiao Qiao snorted twice, but she heard it. Jiahe turned her phone from vibrate to the maximum volume, and then she went out with peace of mind. Anyway, she was walking through the hotel, so she didn't pay much attention to it, she only wore sports clothes. and slippers, quickly walked to the massage room and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door was opened, and the curtains of this room were drawn. Standing in the room, you could clearly see the crescent moon with a halo, and the large expanses of white snow in the middle of the night.
It turned out that it had snowed.
When she looked back, she found that there was another person on the innermost massage table, with a coat and a peaked cap thrown by her hand.
He heard the sound, raised his head, smiled slightly, and made a gesture not to speak.
All three were male blind masseurs, and no one could see his gestures except Jia He. Jiahe stared at him blankly, not quite understanding what he meant, but still cooperated without saying a word.
"I heard that the main character this time is Yi Wenze," the person massaging Jiahe motioned her to lie on the bed, and continued to say to the person massaging Yi Wenze, "Isn't it your idol?"
The person beside Yi Wenze smiled and said, "It's not me, it's my daughter."
"Then when the filming is over, please ask the crew for an autograph?"
"Forget it," the man smiled and said in a low voice, "I heard from my daughter that her idol is getting divorced recently, which will definitely affect her mood. I'll talk about it next time I have a chance."
After the two finished speaking, they continued to work quietly.
I was talking about him...
Yi Wenze saw that she understood, so he buried his head and continued to rest.
At this time, Jiahe's masseuse also carefully set up a long bath towel for her, and began to ask in a low voice where to focus on the massage. Jiahe said a neck and buried his head. This kind of feeling is very strange. There are many people in the room, but the communication between myself and him is like no one else, naturally like ordinary friends.
Jiahe sighed sweetly in his heart, it turned out that he had become friends with his idol.
In this way, in the numbness of being pressed for a while, she was in a daze, as if she had returned to a teenage summer night, holding a skateboard on Dongdan Street in Beijing, chatting with a bunch of good friends, accompanied by late nights. Cool breeze, comfortable and comfortable. Vaguely, as if someone patted her arm and asked if she wanted to go back to sleep, she lazily refused and fell into a deeper dream...