The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

Qi Chen arched his body, his body showed a cheetah-like posture, graceful and powerful, almost instantly, he rushed to the side of the screen, pushed Adjutant Charles aside, reached out and pressed the big screen.

The noise came from the speaker, filling the whole room. Qi Chen raised his head and looked at the screen. The audience in the Star of Tomorrow studio was already excited by the battle song just now. what effect.

Qi Chen had never felt so anxious before, almost wanting to stick himself into the screen.

Faster, faster.

That was not actually a long time, after all, the broadcasting time of the program was limited, and soon amidst the roaring cheers, the next and last group of contestants appeared on the stage.

First the jumping boy, then the gentle youth, and then the silent man.

The last one to appear on the stage was a young man who looked smaller than anyone before, delicate and beautiful like a porcelain doll.

It was as if there were bright sword blades raging recklessly in his brain, and the sharp sword energy cut through the layers of black mist covering his soul. Qi Chen's brain suddenly became clear, and turbulent emotions swarmed into his mind. middle.

As a soldier, he could guard the border of the alliance and kill Zerg for a month with only nutrients.As a marshal, he can restrain himself from turning a deaf ear to the provocations of his political opponents.As a son, he could have no resistance to his stepmother throwing him alone to the Ninth Army, which suffered heavy casualties.

But now, it is difficult for him to restrain his emotions. Those turbulent and intense emotions seem to have been accumulated for thousands of years, and they erupted at this moment.

It's this person.

Want to meet this person.

I want to hold this person tightly in my arms.

Qi Chen pressed his fingers on the screen, his fingertips were blue and white, his eyes were fascinated.

The adjutant was frightened by his movement, and regardless of the other party's move to push him away, he rushed up and asked, "Marshal, what's wrong with you!"

"It's him." As if afraid of waking up this sweet dream, Qi Chen said softly, "It's really him."

who is it?

The adjutant was about to continue asking, when suddenly the optical brain vibrated.

The communicator rang.

He frowned and wanted to close the communication, but stopped when he saw the person on it.

The caller was Mrs. Qi, Qi Chen's mother.

The adjutant reflexively looked at the optical computer on Qi Chen's wrist. As expected, the small optical computer screen was on, showing several missed communications. Small vibrations.

After all, it was the mother of the immediate boss. Even if he knew the relationship between Mrs. Qi and Qi Chen, as a small adjutant, he would not embarrass Mrs. Qi.

Qi Chen can not answer the communication, but he can't.

So the adjutant just stared at his marshal with a pair of eyes, and answered the phone.

"Mrs. Qi, hello...Marshal!"

The moment he finished these few words, Qi Chen suddenly gave up on the screen, turned his head and walked outside, the adjutant was startled, and even forgot that the optical brain was still communicating, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go to the scene to see, don't ask anyone to follow." Qi Chen said as he walked.

He forgot the worries he had, and he said that he would not see that person until the marriage contract issue was resolved. When he really realized that he was going to see the other person, that he was going to see the other person, he couldn't care about anything.

Qi Chen took big strides, walking extremely fast, and disappeared around the corner as soon as he finished speaking. Even if the adjutant ran over at his fastest speed, when he reached the end of the corridor, he could only see Jue Chen from the window. car.

Can people walk so fast?

The adjutant sighed, before he thought about what the marshal was going crazy, he heard a woman's majestic voice in the communication: "Adjutant Charles, I want to know where Qi Chen has gone, it's worth your panic."

For a soldier who has experienced many battles, the adjutant's actions were indeed panic.

Rubbing his aching head, he replied: "Marshal watched an entertainment program just now, and remembered that it was Mr. Xiao Qishu's participation, so he planned to go to the scene."

All in all, let's fool Mrs. Qi first.

Xiao Wutong came onto the stage with his guqin in his arms, and the audience in the audience was still immersed in the atmosphere created by Xiao Qishu. Even with the host's best efforts to appease, many people's emotions were never calm, even after seeing them on stage After that, there was a burst of boos.

Most of them are people who have never heard the battle song live. Although the effect of the war song can also be transmitted through video and sound, it is quite different from hearing it with your own ears.

One is to face the player's mind control directly, and the other is to face the stimulation of the power of the talisman after transmission according to the standard.

Xiao Wutong sat down in his seat, he gently plucked the strings, playing a few scattered tones.

With the help of the microphone, this tone spread throughout the studio. It was obviously an inconspicuous tone, but it made the audience's emotions gradually quiet down.

It was complete tranquility, free from the previous frenzy.

Keenly aware of the change in the atmosphere at the scene, Lance turned around and nodded slightly to his team.

Xiao Wutong's fingers covered the strings and played the first tone.

Although Mr. Feng's song is still used, this song is completely opposite to the previous Han Shan, with a gentle tune, as if someone woke up in a calm morning, put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

There is a sense of quiet time.

The name of this song is Difficult to Distinguish.

The sound of Guqin occupied the ears of all the audience, Xiao Wutong played the piano quietly, more attentively than ever before.

This is Mr. Feng's early song. It is extremely difficult to sing, but it is the most suitable for this kind of talent show, so it was selected as the final performance.

Xiao Wutong thought that he could persuade his companions to change this song before the final round, but he didn't expect that they would play this song in the preliminary round.

He didn't like the song, and after singing it once, he never heard it.

But the roommates all liked this song and agreed to use it to replace the previous song to participate in the preliminary competition.

Because this is the only song that Mr. Feng sang only once, and it is also rated as one of Mr. Feng's most emotional songs. Some people even claim that listening to this song is like seeing Mr. Feng's half-life experience. In an instant, the distance between myself and Mr. Feng was unprecedentedly close.

Then enter the competition.Xiao Wutong thought.His control is very good, and he won't show any abnormalities. If that's the case, why don't he satisfy his friends' wishes.

The melody of the piano outlines an ordinary and mysterious fairyland. Beautiful fairies come from the sky, holding flower baskets and talking with smiles.

The human voice intervened, and there was a moment of turmoil in the peaceful picture.

The person who got up came, and his existence brought about a huge change in this world. The talking and laughing stopped, and the sound of dancing swords disappeared.

Only the sound of flute and drum, which was louder than one, showed his existence.

But the sound of the piano, which should have gradually weakened at this time, showed no sign of stopping.

But here, the sound of the piano should be avoided.

Xiao Wutong lowered his head, revealing a slender neck like white jade, the brown pupils covered by the black eyelashes like crow feathers, circles of bright red appeared from the edge of the eye sockets.

He tried his best to restrain himself, but the scene dimly appeared in front of his eyes.

The people retreating, the leader walking alone, behind him is not worship and admiration, but suspicion.The blue sky and the magnificent palace were shrouded in mist, and the shadows could not reflect the real appearance.

Only clusters of phantom-like pictures stimulated Xiao Wutong's spirit.

You are all pushing me away...

Y'all don't believe me...

so be it……

I don't believe you anyway...

it doesn't matter...it doesn't matter...

The system felt this change for the first time, and it didn't even know what caused Xiao Wutong's riot at this time, but the churning sea of ​​consciousness made it unable to immediately recall the host's consciousness.

No one knows the consequences of Xiao Wutong's riots better than the inexplicably destroyed primitive forests on Cangshuang Star, no one knows better than the slaughtered Zerg on Flight 816, and no one knows better than it.

Only Xiao Wutong himself didn't know.

Xiao Wutong never thought that he had a mental problem, and the system had reminded him many times at the beginning of the contract, but this could not gain the slightest trust from the other party.

In his words, as the leader of tens of millions of cultivators in the Lancang Continent, how could he have mental problems.

The obsessive stubbornness made the system finally give up reminding Xiao Wutong himself, and instead began to rely on his own ability to minimize the influence of this mental explosion.

Using the actor cultivation system is its direct method.

This itself is an existence that can rely on the influence of the host to obtain energy feedback to complete tasks and improve the quality of the system itself, but when the system makes up its mind, all the energy used to improve its own level is used to suppress Xiao Wutong's outbreak. Even after signing the contract for more than ten years, it is still the original version.

Xiao Wutong especially hates showing his face in public, but the reason why the system forcefully forces him to perform every once in a while is because within this time limit, the energy generated by Mr. Feng's singing can be counterbalanced by the energy that suppresses Xiao Wutong's mental riots.

"Xiao Wutong! Your roommate is still on the stage! Do you want to implicate them!" The system called the name of the host in the churning sea of ​​consciousness. Although it has all kinds of methods to guide the other party to calm down, it doesn't even know Xiao Wutong at this moment. The reason for going crazy, and how to guide it.

I had no choice but to move out the most important friends to Xiao Wutong at this time, hoping that he could relax a little bit.

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, but the tune that didn't follow the score was unexpectedly integrated into the song, unconsciously pulling the emotions of the audience.

No one noticed this off-track tune, and even Lance, who was gradually becoming a foil, seemed to be confused, and naturally retreated to the auxiliary position, except that they didn't have the trance-like feeling of the audience.

Xiao Wutong started to laugh.

The smile was sweet and cute at first, as pure as a child, but gradually the corners of the lips became wider and wider, as if they were going to reach the ears, and the sweet smile became even more terrifying.

Don't believe me...

That's all right……

Having a brother is enough...

Brother, you must believe me...

correct……

Brother...

Ding~~~

The violin stopped abruptly.

Through the sea of ​​consciousness showing the outside world, the system can barely see the situation clearly.

Huge drops of water fell on the strings.

Where did this drop come from?

The system was confused for a moment, and then it struggled even harder, and even put itself in the furious sea of ​​consciousness, and shouted desperately toward the outside: "Xiao Wutong!!!"

In the next moment, the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly went dark, and the blue sky and sea seemed to be wrapped in an airtight ball, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Qi Chen rushed to the studio.

He threw away his own car, and even though it was the best and fastest car in the league, it still didn't satisfy him.

The marshal felt that he was walking faster than the car, but in fact, he was indeed walking faster than the car.

It's almost a day's journey, and it's over in 2 minutes.

Qi Chen didn't know what the reason was, and he wasn't interested in exploring the various reasons behind it. Thanks to that face that is familiar to the entire league, no one stopped his actions, so he hurriedly inquired about the situation of the Star of Tomorrow studio. , he rushed over.

boom! boom! boom!

Wanting to see that person, this heart beats crazily because of this thought.

Even the first time he went to the battlefield to kill insects, it didn't excite him at this time.

But when he walked outside the studio door, Qi Chen felt a little nervous.

When he came out of the office, he was wearing ordinary shirts and trousers, wouldn't it be too simple?

If I had known it earlier, I would have brought the best-looking military uniform over here.

After meeting all day and night, will your hair be a little messy?Is the face gray?

Do you want to go to a stylist to tidy yourself up first?

It's really impolite to meet people like this, what if you leave a bad impression on the other party!

Qi Chen, in his 20s, stood anxiously outside the studio door, sometimes straightening his collar and trouser legs, sometimes pulling his hair, and then carefully checking his face on the screen of the optical computer.

Hiss, it seems that there are really dark circles under the eyes.

He frowned into his own face.

How about...do a styling?

But the time for a contestant to sing is fixed. If he goes to do modeling, he will miss... miss...

With his heart beating like a drum, Qi Chen pressed his hand on the studio door, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips that had been frozen for an unknown number of years.

Did you miss... the performance of his Wutong...

He put the words of his family's phoenix tree on his lips and chewed carefully, even his eyes were extremely gentle.

Strange emotions filled the brain, and then spread to the whole body along the meridians of the limbs, and warm emotions filled the whole soul.

Qi Chen forgot everything, caressing the door, just imagining the person who had been thinking about it standing on the other side, just thinking that the person who had been thinking about it day and night was standing under the spotlight, showing his brilliance to the world , I couldn't help but smile.

The person he likes is so dazzling.

He is so good, the whole world should know how good he is.

I'm so happy.

A small voice said from the bottom of my heart.

Qi Chen repeated it, and he was stunned for a moment after he finished reading.

Is this happy?

It turns out that this is happiness, it is really an unstoppable feeling.

Unknowingly, Qi Chen had already put his head on the studio door, and he was a little disappointed that no movement could be heard from the sound-proof door.

"Marshal?" The head of the TV station standing aside asked softly, "Do you want to go in and listen?"

The arrival of the Union Marshal made the entire TV station agitated. All the high-level officials gathered here. They stared at the rumored cold and unkind Marshal with crazy eyes, suspecting that they had met a fake Marshal.

But that face was indeed that of the marshal, and they had also received a communication from Lieutenant General Charles before.

"No need." Qi Chen touched his collar reflexively, fearing that he might be sloppy, then he realized the situation around him and immediately stood up straight.

Then the director asked again: "Then do you need to go to rest for a while, we will bring Mr. Xiao Qishu over right away."

Qi Chen frowned severely, and said coldly: "I'm not here for Xiao Qishu, I have nothing to do with him." He turned his head and looked at the door, thinking about the time when the end of the performance was getting closer and closer. Time, he asked again, "Is there such a thing as a mask?"

"Mask?" The director was taken aback for a moment, never expecting such a weird request from Qi Chen, but he quickly realized, "Yes, yes!"

There is nothing like a TV station, and there is always no shortage of various props. What's more, this floor is a place where various entertainment programs are held. Soon someone brought a mask.

Qi Chen took a look and saw that the mask was exquisitely crafted, outlined with gold and silver threads, exuding a sense of dignity and luxury, which was completely opposite to his own temperament.But he took it up without hesitation, and asked, "Is there a mirror?"

The people on the side quickly handed over the mirror, and Qi Chen hurriedly took care of himself according to the mirror, making himself barely visible before reaching out to cover the door.

Just about to push it away, but suddenly remembered something.

"I'm not allowed to tell anyone about my coming here, and all of you must keep it a secret."

Everyone dared not follow, they nodded quickly in response.

Only then did Qi Chen return his attention to the door, he took a deep breath, and felt that many chaotic thoughts flashed in his brain one by one, and finally returned to blank.

The heavy door opened a gap.

Loud noises escaped from the crack of the door.

Human voices, flute sounds, and drum sounds merged together, in harmony with the crazy shouts of the crowd, and it was extremely confusing.

Only there is no piano sound.

Xiao Wutong stared at the water droplets on the strings, his brain reacted slowly, it was his tears.

He hastily wiped away the tears in a concealed manner, and covered the strings with his fingers trembling slightly, but he still couldn't play a single tone.

Why do you cry?

This thought fills the mind.

You shouldn't be crying.

Brother said, don't cry.

Xiao Wutong said this, but the chaotic voices beside his ears became more and more clear.

--traitor!

The voice became clearer and clearer, countless faces gathered in front of his eyes, and countless mouths opened and closed to spit out the word.

it's not~

Emotions were aroused to the extreme, and the person in the music drew out his long sword, disrupting the peace of the party.

Indus is not a traitor~

giggle~

Obviously you are traitors~

The traitor must recognize his identity~

It's not a good boy to lie to others casually!

Xiao Wutong's suppression had no effect, he was more and more immersed in that world, his smile became more and more presumptuous, several small balls gathered at his fingertips, the surface of the small balls was pitch black, exuding a cold and dark devilish energy.

The senior brother said, bad boy, you should be punished obediently~

He manipulated the small ball to get close to the strings, but at the moment when the sound of the piano sounded, the black devilish energy suddenly peeled off from the small ball, escaped from Xiao Wutong's control, and moved towards Float in a certain direction.

Xiao Wutong was stunned by his actions.

He was completely stunned.

Only those eyes looked in the direction of the demonic energy, looking over the roommates on the stage, over the crazy audience, and looking towards the corner shrouded in darkness.

A man wearing a white shirt and black trousers stood there. He had a tall and straight figure, and his short hair looked sharp and capable. It firmly covers the face below it.

The black air rushed into this person and was completely purified.

Xiao Wutong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything.

He looked at the only eye exposed under the mask.

There was a bit of a smile in the black pupils, looking at him extremely tenderly, as if looking forward to the next note he played.

The runaway mood subsided in an instant.

Xiao Wutong's heart beat faster.

"System!!" In a panic, he shouted, "What to do, what to do!"

The system that was still in the dark world silently rolled its eyes.

"He's looking at me! Is there anything wrong with me! Is it perfect?"

Of course, the system has no time to answer his question.

Because Xiao Wutong's Sea of ​​Consciousness world at this time is even crazier than before.

"That's right, that's right, he came to see me play!" Xiao Wutong didn't wait for the system to answer, and quickly pressed his hand on the strings, but his fingertips trembled and couldn't play the tune, "No... I don't know he Do you like my music or not?"

Oh, what if you don't like it!

If I had known earlier, I would have tidied myself up before going on stage!

The backstage is so chaotic, he must be in a terrible state now!

Just thinking about it like this makes me want to step down immediately.

but……

But he is looking at me...

Xiao Wutong lowered his head hastily, and couldn't help raising his head to look at the masked person.

This... this mask is perfect for him!Super nice!

Although Qi Chen was standing in the corner and no one could see him, he still felt uncomfortable everywhere.

He stared at the person on the stage, wanting the other person to look at him, but also not wanting the other person to notice him.

It was too sloppy to come here in a hurry.

Just as he was thinking, the person on the stage suddenly raised his head and looked straight at him with a pair of bright brown pupils.

Qi Chen stiffened his body.

He looked over!Look here!

How is your current state?Does he like this mask?Sure enough, he shouldn't have come in!but……

But he is so beautiful...

No, not right!

Now is not the time to think about that!

No matter what, I should show my support for him!

The corners of Qi Chen's eyes swept across the frantic auditorium, his eyes lit up, and his fingers had issued a series of instructions on the optical brain.

The next moment, Xiao Wutong saw the man standing in the darkness raised his hands, holding two long and bright fluorescent sticks, and waved them seriously towards him.

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

good morning father and mother

Indus really got into trouble

house burned down

Many uncles and uncles ran over

Even the master came here with his younger brothers and sisters

but very strange

They also asked Wutong to continue to read those powerful words

Indus do not miss!

Indus wants to fix the house

Live with my brother!