Superstars start from variety shows

Chapter 26
After dinner, everyone sat and chatted.

Qiao Yi was also a little drunk, sitting on the back of the chair, listening to the chirping of insects and birds in the mountains, very comfortable.

Zhang Zifeng hugged the milk as if he couldn't do without it.

"Sister, how much did you drink this day?" Qiao Yi asked with narrowed eyes.

Zhang Zifeng thought for a while, then covered his face and smiled embarrassedly.

Qiao Yi shook his head, drank the wine, and seemed to have become more courageous, and directly shouted at Wang Zhengyu who was opposite: "Director Wang, do you suggest that the boss of Terensu quickly ask my sister to speak for them? ?”

"Hey! Xiao Yi!" He Jiong hurriedly stopped Qiao Yi.

It's not easy to say this kind of thing directly.

Huang Lei smiled and said nothing.

"Okay, we will seriously consider your suggestion." Unexpectedly, Wang Zhengyu actually agreed.

And he officially agreed in the show, most likely there is nothing wrong with this matter.

Zhang Zifeng was still in a daze, as if he didn't know what happened.

"What are you doing in a daze, sister? Why don't you hurry up and thank the great director Wang Zhengyu? Hey, don't go there empty-handed, there is a Buddha jumping over the wall, it's still hot, take it over and share something with them." Seeing Zhang Zifeng, Qiao Yi Foolishly went over, quickly picked up the jar of Buddha jumping over the wall and followed.

"Xiao Yi?" Wang Zhengyu called Qiao Yi suddenly.

Qiao Yi turned his head and looked at Wang Zhengyu suspiciously.

"You used to be called Dao Wang." Wang Zhengyu didn't know what was wrong, so he said this.

"That's right, isn't it called that all the time?" Qiao Yi was stunned.

"You just called Director Wang Zhengyu!" Wang Zhengyu swayed while holding a bowl.

"Director Wang, you have to calm down. With so many staff members watching, how can you lead them in the future?" Qiao Yi forced a smile, and "rebuked" Wang Zhengyu abruptly.

puff!

Hahahaha!

For a moment, everyone laughed.

He Jiong patted the table, almost dying of laughter.

"Xiao Yi, you two have a problem!" Tong Liya made up the knife with a smile.

"Sister, brother, I beg you, please!" Qiao Yi returned to his seat with his head lowered, and then laughed out loud.

Boom!
Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the mountain.

Several girls, as well as Peng Peng Qiaoyi were startled.

Huang Lei and He Jiong looked at the direction of the movement calmly, then Huang Lei looked at He Jiong and said with a sigh: "Jiong, I feel that I have grown up. Especially when I am old, people are too old In middle age, the biggest gain is to be familiar with strange things."

"Yes, that's all." He Jiong thought about it.

There is no difference between thunder in the sky and thunder in your house.

Nothing to be surprised about.

Several young people listened thoughtfully, Peng Peng got up suddenly, came to sit next to Huang Lei and squatted down, and said inexplicably: "Sometimes I just think, sometimes there is no way to do something, just follow me, maybe there is something wrong." It's like listening to other people say things about me..."

"Sometimes, I can't feel what the world thinks of others. The more you grow up, the more complicated the world becomes. When you become more complicated, the more you want the people around you to be more Simple……"

Huang Lei hugged his hands, sat comfortably, and said with a smile: "But the older I get, the more I hope the world will be simpler."

"Ah, is it?"

Qiao Yi looked at Peng Peng from a distance as if he was drunk, and said some drunken words, feeling a little emotional.

"What's wrong with Peng Peng?" Tong Liya looked at the two people talking over there with a smile, as if it was a father and son talking.

"Maybe the older people grow up and are exposed to more things, the easier it is to become confused. Just like when we were children, the world we faced was a small circle, and the unknown we faced was just a small circle outside the small circle. When we grow up and move farther and farther, the small circle turns into a big circle, and then the more unknowns we come into contact with, the easier it is to feel confused and uneasy..."

Qiao Yi thought about it, and suddenly agreed with that sentence, the older he gets, the lonelier he gets.

"You are so young, how can you have so many emotions?" Tong Liya said with a smile.

At this time, Zhang Zifeng suddenly came out holding Qiao Yi's guitar.

"Sister, what are you doing with the guitar?" Qiao Yi looked at her curiously.

"Brother, I want to hear you sing." Zhang Zifeng put the guitar into Qiao Yi's hand, and sat beside him, looking at him.

"Another day." Qiao Yi didn't really want to come.

"Xiao Yi is a big kid." Just missing the topic just now, He Jiong suddenly said something.

"No." Qiao Yi shook his head, and let out a sigh of relief: "I feel it, just take performances as an example, the more you perform, the more you feel unconfident."

What Qiao Yi said was true. He was not counted in this world. In another world, he was always a small passerby, which also explained this problem.

In terms of performance, Qiao Yi didn't have much say.

"Xiao Yi, you're okay. I thought the performance that day was pretty good." Huang Lei thought Qiao Yi was being modest.

But I don't know, Qiao Yi was acting with his life that day.

"I'm not from a major. I became a monk halfway through. It's okay to play some roles similar to myself, but it's not good when I meet a role with a big difference. But actors always have to step out of their comfort zone." Qiao Yi smiled wryly and shook his head .

Now that we talk about acting, it's basically all actors. Even He Jiong is a drama actor himself, and everyone has a common topic.

So we chattered and discussed the topic of performance.

"Xiao Yi, this is your own problem."

As he spoke, Huang Lei suddenly smiled and looked at Zhang Zifeng: "I have never seen Zifeng have such a problem for so long."

Qiao Yi smiled dryly and didn't speak.

For Zhang Zifeng, there is really no way to say.

Some things really depend on talent.

"Sister, what do you think about acting?" Huang Lei asked.

Zhang Zifeng hugged Qiao Yi's arm, tilted his head and thought for a while, and then said: "After a long time, there will be bottlenecks."

"Oh, your question, I think it is the ultimate question of acting."

Huang Lei said with a smile: "Xiaoyi Pengpeng, listen to what my sister said about the performance, and then look at you, what a gap!"

Peng Peng smirked with his mouth open, his acting skills had reached perfection.

Zhang Zifeng covered his face in embarrassment, and put his head into Qiao Yi's arms.

"Let's sing." Qiao Yi rubbed the little girl's head, and also sighed, comparing things with one another is like throwing them away, and comparing people with others will kill you.

"Okay!" Zhang Zifeng came to his senses and sat up straight, looking like a fan girl.

The others also looked at Qiao Yi, listening to what he would sing.

Qiao Yi didn't want to do this at first, but at this point, he made up his mind and played a song that suits the occasion: "As I said just now, the older you get, the easier it is to be restless, and the older you get, the easier it is to be lonely. I try Let's see if we can have a song."

When everyone heard that Qiao Yi wanted to create on the spot, they all stopped talking and looked at him seriously.

Qiao Yi glanced at Zhang Zifeng, and gently plucked the strings.

When—when—when—

A slightly unfamiliar and slightly jerky melody.

Then Qiao Yi opened his mouth lightly, as if he was reciting, and sang:
"after many years,
you come back to me,

Insecurity fills your tired eyes,

look at me and tell me too,

Do you still believe in fairy tales? "

Qiao Yi's voice is very pleasant. To describe it with an example, it has the clear and flawless music poet Li Jian in another world, and also has the deep and deep voice of Mao Juxing, plus Chen Hongyu's sexy ending.

One word, it sounds good!
haha~

~(~￣▽￣)～

While Qiao Yi played, the rhythm was not continuous, as if he was writing and singing at the same time.

"more grown, more lonely,
The older you get, the more restless you become,

I also have to watch the wings of dreams being broken,
I have to take back what I said and ask myself,
You are innocent, where are your eyes?

more grown, more lonely,

The older you get, the more restless you become,

Also had to open the parachute that protects you,
And suddenly understand that the road ahead is not smooth,
Could it be that this change is inevitable?
You once said to me: every heart is lonely,

Every heart is fragile and yearns to be touched,

look at me and tell me too,

your heart is still
Burning..."

　The more I write, the more uneasy~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)