paper idol

Rou Jiang sang to the audience and chatted with the audience.

Rou Jiang's selection of songs is very individual, except for the screaming type, it is also the nursery rhyme type.Tu Honggang's song was almost finished, Qu Lebai couldn't help complaining: "You really like Tu Honggang."

Rou Jiang thought for a while, and said, "I'm crazy, who will compete with this song when it comes out? Of course, if you want to listen to "Little Star", I have no problem."

The barrage gave a big gift, and Qu Lebai tried his best to help read the gift, saying thank you.Rou Jiang was singing at that time, and after singing, she laughed and said, "It's really great to have someone help read the present!"

Qu Lebai rolled her eyes: "Didn't you read it before?"

Rou Jiang said: "There is always something missing."

Qu Lebai rolled her eyes again, and then remembered that no one could see.

The ID who just gave a big gift said: [Does Roujiang accept song requests?Confession Balloon]

Seeing this barrage, Qu Lebai felt a little awkward for some reason.

Or she has a heavy burden as an idol, she always has to maintain her image, and she always has to consider other people's opinions--the final foothold is still how she sees herself.

She thought, if she was an anchor, she must be at a loss for these rich fans.They rewarded some songs, and if they didn’t sing, they would fail them, and if they sang, they would lose face—if you asked me to sing, I would sing it?What are you?Singing?

I don't know where Qu Lebai got the problem of arrogance. It's fine for me to be awkward, but I have to struggle with Rou Jiang for a long time.

Two seconds later, when I thought about something wrong, who was I burying?Who is singing?

Besides, Rou Jiang is completely different from me, she is very frank in her actions and choices, how can she have dark thoughts like her own...

Sure enough, Rou Jiang saw the barrage, switched the BGM decisively, and said: "Confession Balloon, I am very familiar with this song. Jay Chou invited me to sing as a guest chorus at the last concert. We practiced for a long time, and finally Because of the open competition, I had no choice but to dove. Oh, let me tell you, I am really a singer who was delayed by the game. Back then, scouts asked me to join The Voice of China!"

Rou Jiang's mouth full of running the train is very real, even her smile is quite serious, and she really deceived some honest people: [Really?Then why don't you go?Make more money than now]

Qu Lebai saw it, but Rou Jiang ignored it, so she didn't know if Rou Jiang saw it.

Although this mysterious scout probably doesn't exist, but if you try to speculate, maybe it's because Rou Jiang likes games.

People who refuse to admit defeat like games.

After singing, her throat was tired, and Rou Jiang turned to chatting.At the beginning, I still communicated with the barrage, but as the night got darker and the barrage became less and less, Rou Jiang chatted directly with Qu Lebai, and Qu Lebai also closed the live broadcast room and stopped reading small gifts.

You talk to me, talk about your favorite movies and music, talk about recent major events in the circle, and talk about recent itineraries and arrangements.

After in-depth understanding, Qu Lebai realized that live broadcasting is not all of Roujiang's life.Rou Jiang is going on a business trip to explain the game, and she also likes various forms of literary and artistic works-the two people's aesthetics are still intriguingly compatible.

Rou-chan who plays games, loses his temper, sings, "brings girls" and chats... Each of them seems to be subtly different, but they are all based on the same soul projected.

Qu Lebai was full of interest in such a sincere soul, and wondered curiously: How many times would he have to see her before he could reproduce one or two of the true deities?

Qu Lebai gradually forgot the fact that Rou Jiang was broadcasting live.

Before I knew it, it was four o'clock again.Rou Jiang asked gently: "Aren't you sleepy? I see you staying up so late every day."

Although Qu Lebai used to stay up late, he usually stopped at 01:30 in the morning.

What's wrong with me these days?Say goodbye to Rou Jiang later, wash your face and go to bed.

Unexpectedly, before opening her mouth, Rou Jiang asked again: "Is it because of the novel?"

The tone is submissive and mellow, grinding the question mark at the end of the sentence into a full stop.Qu Lebai's heart was heavy, and then he sank directly into the bottom of the sea without speaking.

Both of them were silent, only the sound of electricity and breathing in the earphones.Rou Jiang is quiet and relaxed, while Qu Le Bai is out of order, as if restraining something.

After an unknown amount of time, Qu Lebai finally spoke, his voice very condensed.

"Of the two... which one do you like?"

Wuwen Roujiang read a few articles, and she was sure of her.

Rou Jiang said: "Win, but I'm really hesitant."

"Win" was written by Qu Lebai himself, this answer reassured Qu Lebai a lot, and he asked again: "Why hesitate?"

"The other article—I forgot—if it was written by someone else, I would probably like it, but I'm not satisfied if the author is you. Do you want to change? But in that article, I can't see you heart."

Can't see your heart.

Rou Jiang has used similar phrases before, is she serious?Can she really see her heart?Even I don't know how much it weighs.

But Roujiang did see it, and she said that she didn't have her own heart inside.

"What does my heart... look like?"

Qu Lebai's heart was surging, and she continued to ask questions.People look in the mirror to see what they look like, and meeting a person is for the same thing.

"Very tired... aren't you sleepy, go to sleep." Rou Jiang said.

Qu Lebai reacted belatedly, Roujiang didn't want to talk too much about it.

That's right, I haven't known Rou Jiang for a long time, even if I'm trying to get close, it won't reach the point of heart-to-heart.The starting point of their relationship is the author and the reader, but now it is more mixed, not pure, more like friends.

What's more, Rou Jiang claims to be a fan, and she has to rely on the method of elimination to choose "the one she likes more", which is the answer in itself.

If I don't write well, I can't satisfy Rou Jiang either.Rou Jiang is so reluctant, it's just a habit.

I... can't write well...

Realizing this, Qu Lebai's interest suddenly weakened, and he murmured: "Then... good night."

When writing a story, the most important thing is to touch people with emotion. Is it possible to force Roujiang to say that she likes herself?That's also not interesting.

Qu Lebai quit YY, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and opened the bedroom door carefully.

It's so late, Fu Qinfeng should have fallen asleep while reviewing.

But the light was still on, and Fu Qinfeng was lying on the bed, poking around on the tablet.Hearing the door open, Fu Qinfeng turned around in horror, and put the tablet upside down on the pillow.

Playing on a tablet until this time? !I don't know how many hours to review!

Qu Lebai felt some paternal anger in his heart, and said, "What are you doing?!"

Fu Qinfeng flinched and said, "No... nothing..."

Being so guilty for nothing... Qu Lebai became even more angry. She agreed that Fu Qinfeng would not go to night school or live in the dormitory because she believed in the other party's self-control, but the reality gave her a heavy slap in the face.

Fu Qinfeng has no elders by blood, and it is impossible for her to rely on her for the rest of her life. How could she not understand this and not work hard? !

Hate that iron is not steel.

Qu Lebai took a step forward sullenly, snatched the tablet, and said sharply: "Have you finished your review! You are not allowed to play with the tablet!"

Fu Qinfeng's eyes were pleading, and he stretched out his hand in the direction of the tablet unconsciously.But seeing Qu Lebai's furious expression, she slowly retracted it.

Still thinking about the tablet at this time?What the hell is Fu Qinfeng playing?

Qu Lebai glanced at the tablet suspiciously, and was surprised to find that it was WPS.

There are dense Chinese characters in the document, and there are some garbled letters in the last paragraph, which should be accidentally pressed while grabbing the tablet.

From a subsection point of view, this document is fiction.Take a closer look, is it still your own...?

No, not my own novel.Just using the character name of "Win", this is a brand new story created.

Qu Lebai's mood became very complicated. She glanced at Fu Qinfeng and said, "What is this?"

Fu Qinfeng dodged his eyes, unwilling to look at Qu Lebai.

"You want to write a novel?"

Fu Qinfeng said: "...Because, sister, you are writing."

Qu Lebai knew that Fu Qinfeng had some admiration for him, but he never thought that he had already learned to walk in Handan to such an extent.When it comes to writing novels, what can be imitated?

Qu Lebai stared at Fu Qinfeng for a long time, and seemed to be able to see the shadow of himself from the other side's immature face.

She suddenly felt tired, put the tablet to sleep, and put it on the bedside table.

She turned off the light and lay down on the bed.Fu Qinfeng cleared a large space for her.

In the dark, Qu Lebai said: "Feng'er, do you like writing novels? From the heart?"

"……Um."

"You don't have a junior high school diploma, and no company will want you. There are still a few months left for the exam, have you finished your review?"

"……No."

"Do you know what you should choose now?"

"……Know."

Qu Lebai closed her eyes, turned over, turned her back to Fu Qinfeng, and said, "Life is your own, take good care of it."

She sighed, knowing that the desire to create is the most difficult to get rid of, let alone such a young and energetic age.Even if she planned a path for Fu Qinfeng, it would only make her look like a dictatorial patriarch.

And she has no right to discipline and restrain Fu Qinfeng.

What you want to do, the most important thing is the word "think".She can't control what's in other people's minds, and she doesn't want to.

I still can't control myself.

Qu Lebai thought of Roujiang's evaluation again, pondered over the meaning behind the words, and fell asleep slowly and depressedly.

I vaguely remembered that there was something important that I hadn't confirmed, but I didn't figure out what it was until I fell into a dream.