Rebirth of the Aspirations of Choucheng

Ling Xi didn't sleep well that night, so she didn't feel refreshed in the morning.

He remembered that he had many dreams one after another, but he couldn't remember the contents of the dreams clearly. He only remembered that in each dream, someone was singing in his ear, and his singing skills were surprisingly bad. Either he forgot the words, or he was out of tune. Swallowing words, rushing to shoot, and talking loudly, for a professional singer with strict self-demand, it was a double torture both physically and mentally.

Another thing made Ling Xi quite annoyed. He found that he didn't seem to be sleeping honestly recently, and even touched the mobile phone on the bedside table to the ground, so that a small piece of paint was knocked off the corner.He felt sorry for his mobile phone, and was even more depressed about the missing piece of color, which always looked like it was stained, which made him lose the mood to make a phone call.

Accidentally clicked on the communication record, there was actually a received call from Lu Xiaoyan, but Ling Xi didn't remember answering Lu Xiaoyan's call at all.After careful consideration, he still called back: "Brother Xiaoyan, did you call me last night?"

Lu Xiaoyan solemnly gave a negative answer: "No. I was sleeping last night, so I don't have time."

Ling Xi scratched her head: "Oh..."

Lu Xiaoyan snorted heavily: "It's not 'oh'! It's 'um'! Don't you know how to 'um'!"

Ling Xi thought for a while, but she really didn't understand what Lu Xiaoyan meant, so she might as well not understand it.After hanging up the phone, he tapped his forehead lightly with the mobile phone. Could it be that the mobile phone is malfunctioning?Why is there an incoming call record in the phone when the other party obviously didn't call?Could it be the sequelae of falling to the ground?

Could this... be a little gift from God, right?

The Bright Star Singer Contest has been going on for more than two months, and finally ended the long group competition and entered the exciting final stage.The dozen or so contestants who finally stand out will compete in turn in the next time, trying their best to sprint to the throne of Champion Asia Jijun.

Seeing the partners who have just met not long ago being eliminated one by one, and will soon face a brand new opponent, it can't help but make people feel embarrassed and excited.Fortunately, Ling Xi and Cheng Che successfully entered the final together. With Cheng Che running around to liven up the atmosphere, Ling Xi looked less lonely.

Cheng Che’s family is in good condition, he received a Western-style education, and he treats everyone generously and warmly. He wanted to go out to buy coffee when the sofa was free, and asked the players around him what flavor they liked, saying that they would buy it together and invite everyone to drink it. .Chinese people are most particular about not being rewarded for meritorious deeds. Everyone has only met him for a short time and is not familiar with him, so they all politely declined. This made Cheng Che feel very frustrated, thinking that he was an unwelcome person.

Seeing Cheng Che walking out dejectedly, Ling Xisi stopped him from a distance after thinking about it: "cc, I want more milk and less sugar, thank you."

Cheng Che's eyes lit up: "No problem, success will come soon, just wait!"

Because it was the weekend, the coffee shop in front of the TV station was a bit busy, and the queue was a bit delayed. Cheng Che was afraid that Ling Xi would be in a hurry, so he hurried back with a coffee in his hand.As soon as he walked into the dressing room, he saw a familiar figure sitting on a chair with his back facing him, and the hair stylist was helping him with the final styling.

Cheng Che walked over lightly, and jumped out like a monkey: "Thump, thump, Mr. Ling, your coffee..."

He stretched his hand halfway and stopped, and the smile on his face became a little awkward, because the one sitting on the chair was not Ling Xi, but a boy who was somewhat similar to Ling Xi in figure, face shape, and height.He raised his hand exaggeratedly and saluted: "Sorry, I admitted the wrong person, I thought you were Ling C."

The boy on the opposite side extended his hand to him very kindly: "Are you Cheng Che? My name is Mu Xia. It's nice to meet you. I've watched you compete, and you dance really well."

"It's okay, it's okay, just call me cc." Cheng Che grinned and couldn't close his mouth when he was praised. He scanned around and finally found that he was hiding in a corner and enjoying himself with his earphones plugged in. Ling Xi quickly pointed out, "The one over there is Ling C, my friend. Take a closer look at the two of you who look alike, especially in the back and profile. It's like a cat's picture." His head was swaying from side to side like a fan , look at Ling Xi, look at Mu Xia, then look at Ling Xi, then look at Mu Xia, "Huh? You all have the same hairstyle today! No wonder I admit my mistake."

Mu Xia had never met Cheng Che offstage before, so she didn't know that he liked to use idioms indiscriminately. He was unavoidably displeased when he heard the phrase "photographing cats and drawing tigers", but he didn't show it because of his face.He followed Cheng Che's instructions and looked at Ling Xi, and found that, as Cheng Che said, not only were he seven or eight points similar to Ling Xi in appearance, but he actually wore the same hairstyle.They all have short hair, and the length of the bangs is almost the same as the eyebrows. In order to increase the sense of layering, the hair stylist specially permed the slight curls, looking cute and foreign.

Cheng Che was very proud of his great discovery: "If it's a movie, you can play brothers. Your face is a little bigger and more mature than him. You can play brothers. Come, I'll buy you coffee, don't polite."

He held up the paper bag in his hand in front of Mu Xia, motioned Mu Xia to take it by himself, and deliberately placed his cup on the side close to Mu Xia.Unexpectedly, Mu Xia hesitated for a moment, but instead stretched out her hand to the cup that was farther away.Cheng Che hurriedly withdrew the paper bag back: "This one won't work, this one is for Ling Xi, and you can drink that cup."

Seeing that Mu Xia was frozen in place, he took out the cup that belonged to him with his own hands, placed it on the dressing table in front of Mu Xia, and went to find Ling Xi alive and kicking, completely oblivious to Mu Xia's rapid changes look.

After Cheng Che left, Mu Xia didn't touch the cup of coffee. He first looked at himself carefully in the mirror for a while, and then looked at Ling Xi sitting in the corner through the mirror for a while, then turned around and finished his work and was packing up tools. The hair stylist discussed: "Sister, I looked at it again, and the effect seems to be not ideal, can you help me change my hairstyle?"

The hair stylist was a little surprised: "Why is the effect unsatisfactory? This hairstyle fits your face shape very well. Weren't you quite satisfied when I asked you just now?"

Mu Xia frowned slightly, and quickly put on a flattering smile: "No sister, I just feel that I can be more youthful and lively, or try to see what is more suitable."

"As you can see, we are really busy today." The hair stylist raised his hand and waved around, "Today is not enough manpower, and we are too rushed, there are still two waiting over there. How about you do this first , When I fix those two, if there is still time, I will help you think of a way."

While talking, the hair stylist has already put the hair dryer, curling iron, clips and other items on the table into the tool box.The toolbox was huge, and she put it directly on the ground. Anyway, the dressing table was not high. In order to save time, she simply squatted next to the toolbox, without raising her head, she reached out and touched it back.

With a smile on his face, Mu Xia watched the hair stylist repeat the actions of holding and putting away. After watching for a while, he pushed the cup of coffee that Cheng Che invited him to the side of the dressing table, and then focused on grooming his hair in front of the mirror again. makeup.

The hair stylist didn't see Mu Xia's subtle movements. When she stretched out her hand again, her cuff touched the cup of coffee. The moment the cup overturned, all the hot coffee in it splashed on the back of her hand, which hurt her " Ah" a scream came out.

Mu Xia turned her head very concerned after hearing the sound: "Ah, what's the matter? Sister, are you okay? I was too careless..."

When other people heard the movement, they quickly gathered around: "What's the matter, is it hot? Go and wash it with cold water, and take the medicine!"

The hair stylist looked at Mu Xia, turned around and ran towards the bathroom without saying anything.

Ling Xi had been listening to the music, and didn't know when Cheng Che came back. He didn't realize it until Cheng Che held the coffee in front of him.

Ling Xi took the coffee and was about to drink it, but found that Cheng Che's own hand was empty. He couldn't help being a little surprised: "Where's yours?"

Cheng Che pointed at Mu Xia excitedly: "Ling C, guess what I found? Your brother is also here to participate in the competition!" He intended to tell a joke, but he didn't know whether it was just his own bad sense of humor or Ling Xi's too much sense of humor. No, in short Ling Xi didn't intend to smile at all, so he had no choice but to answer honestly, "That's Mu Xia, my new friend, because I accidentally mistook him for you, in order to express my apology, I ask He had coffee."

Seeing that Ling Xi still had no expression on his face, Cheng Che couldn't help feeling a little disappointed: "Hey, it's not an exaggeration, it's really similar, especially if you both wear the same hairstyle. He is very cute, with round eyes and round cheeks. Yes, prettier than you. My mother's mother said that it is unlucky to look like you, and blessed to look like him, so Ling C, try hard to become a blessed person."

Seeing Mu Xia, Ling Xi felt a little familiar at the first glance. It seemed that he had seen it somewhere, and it had nothing to do with his appearance and hairstyle. Mu Xia stretched out his hand towards the coffee cup, but he didn't intend to pick it up and drink it. He just pushed the coffee cup to the edge of Zhuo Zi, who was not safe and a little bit in the way.

Just when Ling Xi was puzzled, that seemingly unexpected but not accidental scene happened.Ling Xi stood up abruptly, and took two steps towards the scene of the incident, but before he could get close, he was blocked by more spectators.And Mu Xia sat firmly on the chair from the beginning to the end without moving.It wasn't until the hair stylist ran to wash the cold water that everyone returned to their seats after discussing.Ling Xi looked at Mu Xia through the mirror, and Mu Xia also looked at him through the mirror. The two looked at each other like a confrontation for a few seconds. Ling Xi ignored Mu Xia, turned her head and walked towards the bathroom.

When Ling Xi rushed to the bathroom, she happened to meet the hair stylist coming out of it, holding a peppermint ointment that someone gave her, and the burnt area was already covered with dark green ointment.

Seeing the hair stylist passing by her and walking towards the lounge, Ling Xi called her softly from behind: "Just now... I saw it all..."

The hair stylist turned his head and glanced at Ling Xi, then looked left and right: "Are you talking to me?"

Ling Xi nodded: "He put the cup of coffee on the table on purpose, I saw it."

"Oh, that's right..." The hair stylist put on an "I see" expression, and his mouth widened into a small "o" shape.

Ling Xi frowned, feeling a little at a loss: "I mean, if you want him to apologize or ask for compensation, I can testify for you."

The hair stylist stared at Ling Xi for a while, then smiled: "Ling Xi, right? Like to sing? Want to enter the entertainment industry? Do you know what is the first skill you need to learn to be in this industry?"

Ling Xi listened quietly without giving any response.

The hair stylist asked himself and answered: "The first skill you have to learn is 'forbearance', and then see with your eyes, listen with your ears, and think with your brain. It is not a bad thing to be wronged, unless you are sure that the final result will be good for you. Favorable, otherwise don't speak easily, let alone get ahead...I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about you."

Ling Xi gnawed her lower lip lightly, with a distressed expression on her face: "I don't think there is any contradiction between this and telling the truth. People have done wrong things, shouldn't they be responsible for what they have done?"

The hair stylist looked kindly, and didn't seem to dislike this stubborn Ling Xi: "According to what you mean, should I rush up to him right now and say 'you scalded me', 'you will pay for my hand' Huh? Remember, those people around you are spectators, not judges, they just want to see you quarreling, no one cares what you are arguing about, no one cares who is right and who is wrong. About that Mu Xia, if the game If he loses, he will leave soon, and maybe I will never have anything to do with him again in my life. If he wins the game, he will be prosperous in this circle in the future, maybe I will have to watch his face for food, There's no need to sow contradictions early on."

She took two steps, but she didn't forget to turn around and pat Ling Xi on the shoulder: "And you too, you will be prosperous in the future, remember to support more. You are very cute, kid, in every sense of the word."

As the competition time approached, the choreographer called everyone to get ready, and he had to repeat the process tirelessly.

Cheng Che ran to look for Ling Xi in the corridor: "Let's start, are you too nervous to go on stage? Don't be afraid, take a deep breath with me, imagine the audience and judges as sunflowers in the farmland, I think so when I am nervous, It's a trick my mom's mom taught me."

Ling Xi pouted, ignoring Cheng Che's sunflower theory: "cc, do you think I'm naive?"

Cheng Che thought about it seriously: "I think you are very naive. You see, you are 19 years old and I am 22 years old. I am three years older than you, so you are more naive than me."

Ling Xi didn't expect to get any decent answers from Cheng Che at first, he stretched himself, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "I find that I can learn a lot every day and grow up every day, okay? , I hope one day you won't call me naive."

Cheng Che became excited for no reason. He walked backwards with Ling Xi to the dressing room while doing slides: "Hey, Ling C, I also found out that I got up early today to measure my height, and I am actually taller than before the competition." I've grown two centimeters taller, and now I'm not too childish..."

Although the level of the players is getting higher and higher and the competition is getting more and more difficult, the result is still no suspense for Ling Xi, and he and Cheng Che have successfully advanced together again.

Different from the polarization of online reviews, the judges are generally very optimistic about Ling Xi.One is that he devotes himself to singing and performs stably, rarely makes professional mistakes, and doesn't like to show off his skills.In addition, others have personality, and their voices are also recognizable. For those who are engaged in music, they are simply a gem of high quality waiting to be developed.

In addition to the judges, there are some people who like Ling Xi more, such as the Mrs. Du mentioned by Yaoyao.Mrs. Du is a widow. Her husband passed away early and left her business and a large fortune.She can also think about it, and have fun with her friends after work, and spend money to invite any boy she likes to eat and go shopping with her. Not really either.

Hearing that Ling Xi rejected her invitation, Mrs. Du was not surprised at all, on the contrary, she was more interested in Ling Xi because of this little backbone.It happened that she and two friends came to watch the game live. After the game, they were led backstage by the director. Although they were quite old, it didn't prevent them from cheering like young girls.Mrs. Du not only took Ling Xi to take a group photo, but also blatantly praised Ling Xi, saying: "Ling Xi is so clean and well-behaved, people can't help but want to bully him when they see him, but they can't bear to see him being bullied by others." .”

These are not good words for Ling Xi, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with Mrs. Du at all.So when Mrs. Du suggested that we go out to eat and chat together, as if it were a meeting between friends, he refused without thinking.Everyone could see that Mrs. Du was aiming at Ling Xi. Ling Xi's actions were undoubtedly a refutation of the other party's face. Although Mrs. Du didn't say anything, the producer's face was not obviously unattractive.

Only Cheng Che was completely unaware of the embarrassment of the atmosphere. He kept changing his dance steps and jumped to Ling Xi's side. He boldly performed a few difficult movements, showing his full muscles: "You are so naive even if you don't eat!" Ling C. The food in Lidao is the best food in the world, well, forget it if you don’t like it, I’ll eat your portion too.”

Ling Xi had an intuition that Cheng Che didn't understand what it meant to have dinner with those wives, but in front of so many people, it was hard to say clearly, so he could only gently remind him: "cc, if your fans see you and others Girls will be unhappy when they eat."

Cheng Che shook his head and was very proud: "Don't be afraid, my fans are very good. They try to encourage me to go out more and communicate with people to practice Chinese."

Mrs. Du's friend already liked Cheng Che very much. Now that he saw his healthy complexion and muscular appearance, his saliva was almost drooling, so he immediately suggested: "cc, you like dancing so much, why don't we go to the nightclub together after dinner?" How about venting all your energy?"

Cheng Che became more active when he heard it: "The nightclubs in Lidao are the most fun, and I haven't been there since the game. Why don't you invite me to dinner, and how about I invite you to drink?"

Ling Xi didn't know how to stop Cheng Che, and finally pointed to his watch and said, "It's too late, it's not safe."

Unexpectedly, Cheng Che immediately bent his arms and bulged his muscles like a little mouse: "Don't be afraid, I'll protect the ladies!"

The three women raised their hands like little girls and cheered: "Great, that's the deal!"

In any case, Ling Xi himself escaped a catastrophe at last.Thinking about it carefully, he wasn't so worried about Cheng Che anymore, because he trusted Cheng Che's IQ - even if Mrs. Du directly took out a wad of cash and threw it in Cheng Che's face, Cheng Che would not feel insulted, saying Maybe you will think this is a way for the Lidao people to show their boldness.

Not long after he came out of the TV station, Ling Xi found that Mu Xia was walking not far in front of him. Just as he was hesitating whether to continue on the same path or take another path, suddenly a person came out from the alley next to him. Shadow, pulled Mu Xia in abruptly.Ling Xi thought that Mu Xia was being robbed, so he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call the police, but when he rushed to the alley and peeked in, he didn't see any harm from the other party, as if he was looking at Mu Xia. Begging for something.

A gust of wind blew, and the air was filled with the stench of alcohol mixed with vomit.The man was a drunk, his tongue was sticky and sticky: "You...give me another 200 yuan...just two hundred! Don't push me...you are not filial to push me! Quick...give me two hundred yuan and I will go play , you can pay back your money after just playing, and then I will buy you a big car...beep...drive to the United States..."

Mu Xia pushed the man away in disgust: "Bet bet, why don't you lose yourself too!"

The drunk was staggered by the push, and quickly grabbed Mu Xia's wrist, but unexpectedly found that Mu Xia was wearing a bracelet on his wrist, which shone brightly under the street lamps. He couldn't help breaking up and wanted to grab it: "This is a valuable item ...Give it to me, give it to me...I'll exchange it for money to play, to make a lot of money, to help you buy a big car...buy a big house..."

Mu Xia scrambled desperately with the drunk, fought hard, the bracelet broke, crackled and only saw a few light spots flickering, and soon disappeared.Furious, Mu Xia pushed both hands towards the drunk man's chest, pushed the drunk man to the ground, and kicked him hard on the face with his feet: "Why don't you die! Why don't you die when so many people die! Why didn't the debt collector hack you to death!"

The drunk man was in pain, lying on the ground and rolling back and forth: "Ah...you are unfilial...you were struck by lightning when you hit daddy...give me 200 yuan...quickly give me 200 yuan..."

Mu Xia was tired from kicking, with his hands on his hips panting heavily, he inadvertently turned his head, and saw Ling Xi standing dumbfounded at the entrance of the alley...