The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

"Elton!" Xiao Wutong grabbed the door of the classroom and shouted at the man who left in a hurry, "Are you going out today?"

Elton waved his hand back, and hastily disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

"Look," Xiao Wutong puffed his cheeks and said to the roommates standing behind him, "I told him he was leaving today."

Lance smiled gently, with a gentle look in his blue eyes: "But he looks very happy, that's enough."

Since that day, Elton went out alone every afternoon and returned late at night. No one knew where he went or what he did.But it shouldn't be a painful thing, because the face of this taciturn teenager has less deep pain and more joy and vitality.

No one would think that this young man entered the film and television department voluntarily. He seems to be a natural fighter. Behind this result, there must be a deep and painful past. Let Elton come from the mecha department to the film and television department.

Chi Le sighed, and said, "Today, there are three of us left."

"Hey, I'm sorry~" Xiao Wutong put his palms together in front of his chest, and smiled cunningly, "I also have an appointment today, so I won't hang out with you two!"

He laughed, stuffed his bag into Chi Le's arms, and ran out of the classroom.

Like a little rabbit, bouncing around, lively and cute.

"System, navigation!"

Jumping onto the school bus, Xiao Wutong started to tap the system.

It has been more than two months since Mr. Feng's last performance, and all the personnel in charge of handling the venue and preparing the equipment are in place. This time, Xiao Wutong went directly to start a live broadcast.

In fact, most of the time, he doesn't need to broadcast live. He has an account on the league's largest music website, which is dedicated to uploading various recorded music.But the system stubbornly believes that the fame obtained by not appearing on the screen should not be counted in the fame value.

Live streaming is a must.

The location of the live broadcast was selected in the urban area, not a long distance from the school. Xiao Wutong arrived at the location very quickly, carefully packed the original clothes, and then changed into Mr. Feng's iconic white cloak and black gloves. Just walked over and knocked on the door.

This is a secluded villa area. It is conceivable that among the people he selected must be a rich man. When the door opened and the people in the room saw the familiar figure standing outside, their eyes widened. .

Is it Mr. Feng?

It's really Mr. Feng!

"Ahhh..." The man opened his mouth, and let out an out of tune broken sound from his throat, and then realized his impoliteness, and shouted in a low voice and feverishly, "Mr. Feng!"

That's right, this is Mr. Feng!

No one can imitate this man's elegance!

Frenzied emotions swept the entire villa, and seven people in white clothes and black gloves came out of the room and rushed to the door.They respectfully watched the man who was completely covered under the cloak as if looking at a god, waiting for the other party's order.

Xiao Wutong's field of vision was not restricted by the cloak, he lowered his eyes, scanned the faces standing in front of him one by one, and imprinted them in his heart.Although he screened out the people, and there is absolutely no possibility of betrayal, but he is only responsible for screening, but he does not know the identity of these people.

Of course, now he memorized the faces of several people and completely controlled them.

"Where is the studio?"

The cherry-colored thin lips under the cloak opened and closed slightly, exuding a wonderful voice, and the face of the person standing in front of him suddenly showed a fascinated look, but he quickly replied: "A companion is debugging the live broadcast. The microphone in the room, I'll take you there."

Mr. Feng nodded slightly, and immediately someone came to him to lead the way.

This is the first time that Xiao Wutong has broadcast live outside of Cangshuang Star.

In the past on Cangshuang Star, his fixed live broadcast location was the small forest around the old house of the Xiao family. His loyal followers would prepare everything for him, including cabins and live broadcast rooms, but those beautifully built and sturdy wooden houses obviously It cannot be compared with the villa.

"Suddenly I feel that my previous self was a bit crude." Xiao Wutong said to the system in his mind.

"You can choose to reveal your identity, but it is absolutely necessary to be rich and famous." The system replied indifferently.

"Coarse tea and light food are blessings!" Xiao Wutong hurriedly pulled back his escaped thinking, and walked behind the guide with correct thoughts.

The door of the live broadcast room had already been opened, and the person who stayed to adjust the microphone was standing aside with his head bowed, waiting for Mr. Feng's arrival.

He finally waited.

Xiao Wutong walked into the live broadcast room.

Thick curtains cover all the gaps tightly, bright talisman lamps are placed above the head, and in the center of the wide room, there is an exquisite microphone, which is the throne reserved for Mr. Feng.

The last person to come in was the person waiting by the door of the live broadcast room. He lowered his head and couldn't restrain his excitement, and adjusted the live broadcast camera with trembling hands.

The lights are on.

The surrounding scenery fades like water waves, curling white clouds linger on the soles of the feet, up is the blue sky, and down is the majestic mountains.

Fantasy replaces reality.

Xiao Wutong knocked on the microphone out of boredom.

"tat"

The microphone was covered with runes, and the sound spread with the microphone to all the places where the signal could reach. Countless people suddenly stopped their actions and rushed to the optical network like crazy.

"It seems that I forgot to prepare the song." Xiao Wutong sighed.

But he didn't wait for the system's usual ridicule.

"Accommodation... host..."

The mechanical voice trembled a little.

Xiao Wutong felt suspicious: "What's wrong?"

"Look at the man in front of you!"

He raised his head, and followed the system's instructions to look at the person operating the live camera. The other person was raising his head at this time, wearing the standard delicate mask.The young man's face has not been completely covered by the mask, and a huge scar can still be seen on his face from the corner of his eye to his lip.

"Elton?"

He never expected such a coincidence.

Elton had already put on the mask, and raised his head, the delicate white mask completely covered his face, only a pair of sharp pupils leaked out through the holes in the eyes.

The live broadcast has started.

Xiao Wutong's lips trembled twice, and he had habitually sang a heavenly voice.

"Marshal!" The door of the command room was pushed open, and the adjutant hurried in, "Mr. Feng has started the live broadcast!"

The silent handsome man immediately raised his head and looked over with piercing eyes.

Knowing what he meant, the adjutant quickly manipulated the large screen covering the front wall, and soon, a mysterious man in a white cloak appeared on it, followed by that wonderful singing voice.

No amount of words can describe the beauty of this voice.

The adjutant's thoughts couldn't help but swayed, and the warm current flowed from his brain to his whole body. Almost instantly, he was already immersed in the singing.

Worthy of being Mr. Feng.

"He's panicking."

Who speaks again!

Don't you know that talking is an extremely impolite behavior when Mr. Feng is singing!

He looked angrily at the source of the sound, but saw that his marshal was almost sticking to the wall, and he stretched out his hand to caress the small half of Mr. Feng's exposed chin.

This slightly wretched action, but he did it like the comfort and care of an elder.

"Something's bothering him."

The adjutant had never seen such an expression of emotion from Qi Chen.

deplore.

That kind of emotion poured out unreservedly to the singer on the screen through his still frozen face.

"Find out, where he is now!"

Qi Chen ordered without hesitation.

"He's panicking, I'm going to help him!"

panic?

The adjutant listened to Mr. Feng's voice again, but he couldn't hear anything other than beautiful.

Where did the panic come from?

The marshal looked at him with a ferocious look, and the adjutant trembled all over, feeling that facing thousands of bugs on the battlefield was not as palpitating as it is now.

He didn't dare to explore the panic in the singing anymore, and he didn't dare to explain Mr. Feng's mystery, so he just saluted respectfully and left the room quickly.

The one standing there was not the silent and cold Marshal who didn't care about world affairs, but Qi Chen.

Somehow, this thought slipped through the adjutant's mind.

The starting point is a cold screen.

Qi Chen's fingers slowly clenched into fists. He looked at the thin lips that kept opening and closing, and couldn't restrain himself from stroking them.

its mine……

This person is mine...

This thought suddenly gushed out like magma, and quickly occupied all his thoughts. The calmness and indifference that had accompanied him all his life were completely burned by this heat wave. The corners of Qi Chen's lips twitched, and his eyes were fixed Staring at the person on the screen, the heartbeat in his chest was like a bell, lingering in his ears along with the wonderful music.

Every second the music was played, this uncontrollable feeling deepened.

"You're panicking..." he whispered, "Don't panic, I'll come to you, I'll accompany you..."

"But where are you?"

The pain of the brain bursting, as if something was waving its sharp claws and trying to crawl out of it.

Qi Chen's lips were gradually pale, but he was still repeating, as if coaxing a child, gentle and patient.

"Hey, where are you?"

"Tell me, will you?"

As if hearing his words, the scene in front of him suddenly pulled away, constantly pulling away from the cold and huge military camp.

He saw soldiers marching in line, bustling streets, and pedestrians in a hurry, but these were not enough.

Mr. Feng, he is looking for...he is looking for his Phoenix...

The picture suddenly became blurred, and at the last moment, a huge stone tablet flashed, and then fell into darkness.

Qi Chen blinked. He was still in the command room, and Mr. Feng's live broadcast was shown on the screen occupying the entire wall. Even the lyrics were still just a sentence.

He was already sweating profusely, and fell to the ground with a splitting headache.

But not down.

Qi Chen gritted his teeth and propped himself up.

"Don't panic, I'm here to find you."

He is going to find him.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wutong's letter:

good morning mom and dad

Indus is now in the room

I was caught by my brother last night

but before getting spanked

I sent the jade pendant out in time

Brother seems very happy

that's nice!

Because senior brother is happy, Wutong will be happy too!