The natural stay of the Great God's family [Entertainment]

"Hello, hello, hello?" Zhu Yucheng was annoyed, and dialed the phone, but the result always showed that the connection was temporarily unavailable, and he was so angry that he dropped his phone, "The wings of the dead mouse are hard! Wife, look, I raised a white-eyed wolf."

Song Zhebo closed the newspaper, hugged Zhu Yucheng, and kissed him on the cheek affectionately: "Why be angry, this is not what you want?"

"If I knew he was ungrateful, I shouldn't have handed over the production team to him and let him fend for himself." Zhu Yucheng groaned.After setting Cheng Minghao's goal of becoming an all-round musician, Zhu Yucheng taught Cheng Minghao the production team, and Cheng Minghao planned and composed songs himself. Zhu Yucheng only worked behind the scenes, kicked his feet to promote songs, and reviewed Cheng Minghao's planning.

Seeing that the deadline for the new order was approaching, Cheng Minghao was still in the mood to have fun, and he was so angry that he was half dead.

Song Zhebo kissed him on the forehead: "He is an adult and has his own thoughts. On the contrary, I think this is a good thing."

"What good thing?" Zhu Yucheng was puzzled.

Song Zhebo held his face and held his lips deeply: "This way you will have time to accompany me."

Cheng Minghao hangs up the phone refreshed, his spirits are particularly uplifted, Song Jinghuai hugs the little bear doll and leans over: "Mice, you're making little Zhuzai mad."

"Who said that, I'm giving big brother a chance to throw the little piggy down." Cheng Minghao kissed him, "Go brush your teeth and go to bed, and catch the plane tomorrow morning."

Song Jinghuai brushed his teeth obediently, showing a mouthful of white teeth: "I'm done brushing."

"Let me see." Cheng Minghao held his face and looked around, "Not bad, it's very clean. Give him a kiss..."

"No," Song Jinghuai covered his mouth, "You didn't brush your teeth."

"Then I'll brush my teeth." Cheng Minghao quickly brushed his teeth, turned over, hugged Song Jinghuai on the bed, and breathed at him, "How about it, are you qualified, can you kiss me, my wife?" With Song Jinghuai's nod of approval, Cheng Minghao Sending a passionate kiss, lips and teeth stick together, the temperature of the tightly attached skin rises, and the shameful masculinity gradually rises... The red alert in his head is raised, Cheng Minghao immediately leaves, turns off the lights quickly, and puts the little bear doll into Song Jing's arms, Hugging people and bears, "Sleep!"

"Rat..." Song Jinghuai muttered dissatisfied.

"Sleep and sleep. I don't want to miss the flight to catch a flight tomorrow morning." Cheng Minghao looked at his nose, nose and heart, obviously ignoring it.

"I'm ignoring you, rat." Song Jinghuai turned his back to Cheng Minghao.

"Okay, let's make it tonight." Cheng Minghao hugged him from behind, gently unbuttoned his pajamas, moved his fiery hands down the smooth skin until he held the part, stroked it gently, and pressed his lips tightly against the skin On his skin, walking along the neckline... charming, ambiguous, full of peach.

After being relieved, Song Jinghuai kissed Cheng Minghao with satisfaction, and was rubbed into Cheng Minghao's arms with Xiaobo in his arms: "Rat, An'an."

"Good night." Cheng Minghao kissed Song Jinghuai's eyelids affectionately, and Cheng Minghao closed his eyes.

On the plane the next day, Cheng Minghao didn't get enough sleep, and the dark circles under his eyes startled the makeup artist.

One reason for going to America this time is vacation, and the other two reasons are visiting relatives and filming the new single MV. He brought along CTY's top production team that he took over from Zhu Yucheng, and planned to go crazy in America.

The plane entered a stable flight stage, and Cheng Minghao handed the bear doll to Song Jinghuai: "I'm sleepy, I'll sleep for a while." Last night, he only helped Song Jinghuai, but he himself held it all night, tossing and turning.

Song Jinghuai patted his shoulder, and said obediently: "I'll let you rely on me."

Cheng Minghao leaned forward unceremoniously, hugged his arm, and fell asleep peacefully.

As soon as they got off the plane, they changed planes on the way. After nearly a day of tossing, they arrived at their destination safely - Los Angeles, USA.

Kelvin came to pick him up, and Cheng Minghao excitedly gave him a warm hug: "My friend, long time no see."

"Long time no see, how are you doing recently?" Kelvin helped Cheng Minghao carry his luggage.

"Not bad, how are you?" Cheng Minghao smiled, "Why haven't you seen Sister Zhao?"

"Oh, you've got to congratulate me on that, friend," Kelvin said as he led them to the parking lot. "She's pregnant. The baby is two months old."

"Oh my God," Cheng Minghao looked at Song Jinghuai in surprise, and lightly punched Kelvin, "Why don't you tell us what happened, it's not loyal enough."

Song Jinghuai said: "Wow, Sister Zhao is pregnant with a baby, so happy."

Kelvin laughed loudly: "I just found out a few days ago, you guys are coming anyway, wouldn't it be a surprise to see this as a pick-up gift?"

Cheng Minghao threatened: "This is really a big surprise. You have to take good care of Sister Zhao. If she loses weight, I will settle the score with you." After loading the luggage into the car, Cheng Minghao told the production team to go to the hotel he booked, They got into Kelvin's car together with Song Jinghuai.

"Please don't worry, my friend. She has been fattened by me. She blames me every day for letting her eat too well, and she always says she wants to lose weight. When you see her in the restaurant, you will know." Kelvin started the engine and drove Rush to the hotel, put away their luggage and take them to a nearby restaurant.

Zhao Ying is indeed a little fatter, but this kind of obesity makes her plump and charming.Seeing her in the restaurant, Cheng Minghao happily went up to give her a gentle hug.

Song Jinghuai was very nervous: "Rat, rat, be careful not to crush the baby."

"That's right," Cheng Minghao immediately withdrew his hug and looked at Zhao Ying's belly, "Oops, didn't you hit it?"

Zhao Ying rubbed her stomach and looked at Kelvin who was holding her, and smiled happily: "The child is only two months old, so he won't be crushed."

"That's good." Cheng Minghao heaved a sigh of relief, and everyone couldn't help laughing.

Kelvin handed them the menu: "I don't know if the food here suits your taste. If you don't like it, we'll eat something else."

"It's okay," Cheng Minghao looked dotingly at the person who was ordering food with his head tilted, "It's fine that Ah Jing is used to eating."

After ordering, Kelvin took out several CDs and DVDs from his bag and handed them to Cheng Minghao: "How about it, big star, how about giving me an autograph?"

Cheng Minghao smiled while signing: "We know each other so well, why do we need an autograph?"

"This is an autograph for our child. He is your fan. You don't know, we often play your songs for prenatal education." Kelvin exaggerated, "He will be able to tell others in the future that he is a friend of the big star Cheng Minghao."

"What big star?" Cheng Minghao teased himself, "I was just a bean sprout in America."

"Oh, Cheng Minghao, is that you?" The passing girl spotted Cheng Minghao, covered her lips excitedly, took out a notebook and handed it over, "Oh my god, I can't believe it, can I have an autograph?"

Kelvin had a half-smile, with a face of "Look, I'll say you're a big star", Cheng Minghao was defeated: "Of course." After signing, he took a photo with the excited female fans and gave her a warm welcome. hug.

Who knows, when the girl went back to the dinner table and told her friends, the fans flocked to him and surrounded Cheng Minghao to ask for his autograph and photo. Cheng Minghao responded enthusiastically to them. Song Jinghuai was almost finished.

Cheng Minghao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Sometimes I'd rather be bean sprouts."

Song Jinghuai reminded thoughtfully: "Mice don't cry, I have left one of every dish for you."

"..." Looking at his bowl, he found that there were really not many of them, Cheng Minghao pinched Song Jinghuai's face angrily, and had to add more vegetables.

Cheng Minghao closed the menu: "I didn't know I have so many fans here."

"'sweetheart' is very popular," Kelvin said, "During that time, the giant screen advertisements were all the PV of your single. You don't know, CTY's promotion came here."

"I really don't know about that," Cheng Minghao raised his glass, "Okay, come on, let's toast."

They clinked glasses happily and drank it all down. After a few words of pleasantries, Kelvin said: "A friend of mine recently changed his job as a director and is preparing to shoot a movie. The movie is short of a theme song. Are you interested? Let me tell you first. It's my friend's first movie, so I'm afraid I can only give you a friendly price. If you don't mind, I'll send you the script."

"Send it to my email first, and I'll take a look."

"Okay. I've read the script, and the story is good. The crew hasn't raised funds yet. You have enough time to think about it. If you have any news, please contact me." Kelvin said.

"Okay." Cheng Minghao raised his glass and smiled, "Come on, let's celebrate Sister Zhao's baby. Let's reunite and have another drink."

"cheers!"

Back at the hotel, Cheng Minghao immediately turned on his laptop, downloaded the script, and then went to take a shower. After washing, he saw Song Jinghuai lying on the table, lazily scrolling the mouse to browse the script.

"Is the show not good? You look listless." Cheng Minghao sat beside him, wrapped his arms around his waist affectionately, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Very good," Song Jinghuai put his arms around his neck and kissed him, "The idea is very good, and the theme is also very good."

"Then why do you feel sleepy?" Cheng Minghao pinched his face.

"Because the script was not well written." Song Jinghuai hit the nail on the head, "Look here, it's too long-winded, the male and female protagonists talk too much, slowing down the rhythm of the plot. Also here, the plot switching is too abrupt. It looks so abrupt."

"I can't see that you still read scripts." Cheng Minghao happily kissed him again, "Are you going to develop into the film and television industry like your brother?"

"Aha, it's so troublesome, don't do it." Song Jinghuai yawned, "Actually, the theme of the drama is very good, calling on the people of the world to pay attention to the poor areas of Africa, exposing the dark social outlook in this area, and satirizing the decadent political system. It's just that the script is terrible."

Cheng Minghao said: "Let me take a look." After a quick glance, he also agreed with Song Jinghuai's point of view, "It is true that the concept and theme are good, but the script is not good enough. I will talk to Kelvin. It depends on his friend whether we can adopt our suggestion. gone."

Kelvin received the news, thanked Cheng Minghao, and said he would tell his friends.

Cheng Minghao said with a smile: "If the script is not revised, I will not sing the theme song."

Kelvin teased: "Don't worry, I will definitely make my friend change. In order to let a big star sing, you must fight for the opportunity."

There was no news from Kelvin after that, Cheng Minghao forgot about the script after two days, and concentrated on shooting the MV of the new single.

The new single is a dynamic dance song. Cheng Minghao will go to the streets of Los Angeles to perform impromptu performances with other street performers, or dance or sing in a chorus. The atmosphere is strong. The MV is the clip of these impromptu performances.

It took three days to run through all the street performances in Los Angeles. Cheng Minghao looked at the editing effect. It was not bad, but there was still a bright spot. The climax part was not eye-catching enough. It should be more intense.

I went back and looked for a few performance spots, but I didn't catch any intense scenes. Cheng Minghao was a little bit powerless after running for three days.

"Forget it." Cheng Minghao looked at the time, "Everyone has worked hard today, so we are disbanded. Let's relax tomorrow and continue the day after tomorrow."

Everyone yelled long live, and dispersed.

"Ah Jing, are you tired?" Cheng Minghao wiped his sweat and handed him a bottle of mineral water.

"I'm a little tired." Song Jinghuai yawned several times, "I'm sleepy, I really want to sleep."

"Let's go to dinner first, and I'll take you back to the hotel after dinner. I'm going to see my dad in the evening." Cheng's dad works in Los Angeles, and Cheng Minghao hasn't seen his parents for many years, so he happened to go back to have a look.

"Huh? Then I'm going to see my parents too." Song Jinghuai rubbed his eyes and tried to widen them, "I'm not sleepy anymore."

Hearing Song Jinghuai call his parents parents, Cheng Minghao was happy from the bottom of his heart, and he kissed Song Jinghuai's eyelids distressedly: "No. You go back to the hotel to rest, and I'll come back with some supplements when I get home. Next time we rest and go together again. "

"Oh good, then let's go eat, I'm very hungry."

After eating, Cheng Minghao sent Song Jinghuai back to the hotel to rest. He hailed a taxi and rushed to his parents' residence.

After entering the house, Cheng Minghao accidentally met an acquaintance, Jeff's grandson Jack, the boy he had rescued in the dance bar before.

"Jack?" Cheng Minghao looked at his mother who was serving the dishes, "What's going on?"

"Ahao, you're back." Cheng's mother put away the dishes and warmly hugged Cheng Minghao, "Long time no see, let me see, my son has become more handsome."

"Mom." Cheng Minghao called out affectionately, and put the gift on the table, "I specially brought it from China."

Cheng's mother happily accepted the gift and exchanged a few pleasantries. Cheng's father came out of the kitchen, holding an empty bowl, and asked seriously, "Eat or noodles?"

"Dad." Cheng Minghao went over to give his father a hug. He had grown a little taller abnormally in the past few years. His father only reached his chin. This height difference allowed him to clearly see his father's white hair. "Long time no see."

"Okay, okay, I'm not a child," Cheng's father said with a straight face, but the smile clearly showed in his eyes, "Do you eat or eat noodles?"

"I've eaten, you guys should eat more." Opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of beer, Cheng Minghao said with a smile, "I'll drink with you."

At the dinner table, Cheng Minghao knew why Jack was here.

It turned out that Jeff met Dad Cheng by accident. The two hit it off and soon developed into close friends. Jeff wanted Jack to learn design, so he sent Jack to their home to study three nights a week.

"It seems that there will be another design master in the future." Cheng Minghao praised.

Jack was taken aback, poking the rice with his chopsticks (Jack has learned to use chopsticks after being with Dad Cheng for a long time), feeling unhappy.

Cheng Minghao felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he glanced at his father, who calmly ordered a dish for Jack: "Let's eat, eat more, grow your body."

Cheng Minghao changed the subject and talked about his parents' recent situation.

While washing the dishes, Cheng's father walked into the kitchen and said in a low voice, "Jack dances very well, and he wants to enter the entertainment industry, even as a backup dancer, but Jeff doesn't want Jack to be in the industry, and hopes that he can learn some skills."

Cheng Minghao frowned, washed off the foam in his hands, and turned off the tap: "How is Jack's design level?"

Father Cheng glanced at him: "No talent, if you work hard the day after tomorrow, you can still become a talent, but he is obviously not interested. I guess he will learn soon."

"He came here, but he came very diligently."

"I just want to escape from his grandpa, and he likes your mother's cooking." Father Cheng took a deep look at Cheng Minghao, "He talked to me about his thoughts, and I also talked to Jeff tactfully, but Jeff still disagreed. He entered the circle. I understand Jeff's painstaking efforts. In fact, Jeff quit the circle at the beginning because he was framed by an insider, and the company protected that person. He quit the music scene in a fit of anger and became a manager. There are too many shady scenes in the entertainment industry, Jeff Don't want Jack in danger."

"Dad, I know your painstaking efforts," Cheng Minghao was ignorant before, and always thought that his father was deliberately curbing his dreams. When he grew up, he thought about it. I can’t force it at all. What I don’t like, even if the knife rests on my neck, I won’t move an eyebrow. I like it, even if I don’t eat, drink or sleep day and night, I still want to do it!”

Father Cheng sighed and patted Cheng Minghao on the shoulder: "You are the same age, you can send him back later and talk to him."

"..." Excuseme, peers?They're about the same age.

Jack's house is nearby, just walk back.

On the way home, Jack was silent, and Cheng Minghao searched for a few topics, but couldn't talk about them.

Walking to a large square, Jack stopped, staring at the center of the square obsessively.

There were many ten-year-old children dancing to the music, and a black teacher was teaching them.Some children have good dancing skills and are quick to learn, and some can't even dance the basic movements. But without exception, the children danced happily, and the parents applauded the children happily.

"This teacher teaches dance in the square every day, and many parents will bring their children to learn." Jack looked at them with longing in his eyes, "He teaches very well, I really want to learn, but grandpa doesn't agree. You know ? I learned all my dances from watching others, and my grandpa never allowed me to participate in any dance training."

"He's doing it for your own good." Cheng Minghao said sincerely, "He doesn't want you to take dancing as a career, but I have to admit that you are very talented, and the dance you learned secretly is very good."

"But grandpa doesn't understand what I need!" Jack clenched his fists angrily, "I like dancing, so he can't kill my dream because of it."

"So what is your dream?" Cheng Minghao asked, "Standing on the stage, attracting attention, or simply want to dance?"

"I just want to dance, and I want more people to see me dance." Jack was firm, "But he doesn't allow it."

"Okay, let me sort out my thoughts." Cheng Minghao said in an orderly manner, "If I'm not wrong, you want to dance and let more people see your dance, right?" Seeing Jack nodding, he Continued, "So you think entering the showbiz is the only way to show your dance to more people?"

"Of course." Jack didn't understand. "Is there a stage that is bigger than a singer and has more people? I dance street dance, and it is impossible to stand on the stage of a theater like a musical. Entering the entertainment circle is the only way."

"No, I think you're wrong," Cheng Minghao walked to the center of the square, said something to his black friends, and joined the dance teaching, "You still have this way."

Cheng Minghao had taught Ji An for a while, and he knew how to teach the children. The children were a little dazed at first, but soon followed Cheng Minghao's rhythm, giggling and writhing.Black friends also joined the teaching excitedly. The cheerful music drove the atmosphere of the scene. As the music reached its climax, Cheng Minghao and his black friends dragged the parents to join in the dance one after another. The limbs cheered and jumped, forming a huge dance circle, and there were still people standing outside the dance circle to watch the lively crowd.

Cheng Minghao stretched out his hand to Jack while jumping: "How about it, does this stage meet your requirements?"

Jack's heart was moved. Isn't this the stage he wanted?There were audiences, applause, and cheers.

The blood in his whole body was boiling with excitement. He took Cheng Minghao's hand and jumped into the dance circle: "Barely fit." He winked at Cheng Minghao, "doublewalk?"

Cheng Minghao raised his eyebrows in surprise: "If you can."

"Of course. I've learned it no less than fifty times," Jack said triumphantly, "Get ready, start!"

However, as soon as the dance started, before it could attract attention, a group of people in uniform hip-hop uniforms interrupted.

When they broke into the circle, they were a HALOL. This is a difficult turn that uses the head as a support to do a windmill rotation. In order to avoid hitting them, the dancing people had to stop and back away.

They became more and more arrogant, everyone carried on, and soon occupied the center of the square.

The children didn't know what was going on, they clapped and cheered excitedly, but the parents whispered in displeasure, what's the matter with these people, I didn't see everyone dancing, is the atmosphere right?What are you doing breaking in to grab the territory?

The black friend anxiously explained to the team leader with his hands folded over his chest. He said that the atmosphere was very good tonight, and he hoped that the team would give him more time and not interrupt them.

"Are you kidding me?" The team leader was wearing a hat and couldn't see his face clearly at night, but his tone was full of contempt, "Look at the children, they are welcoming us."

The children didn't understand anything, and when they saw the team's gorgeous and skillful dance, they were foolishly attracted, and they didn't know who was right and who was wrong.

"Layman, get out of the way, you are blocking our way." The leader pushed the black friend away contemptuously, "Let you see it, this is the real hip-hop!"

The team leader quickly ran into the territory opened up by the members, flipped in the air, and the children exclaimed. After landing, they twisted their feet, and then threw out various difficult moves. It is in place, smooth and aesthetically pleasing, winning loud applause from everyone.The set of dances ended with the enthusiastic applause of the children. He made a disdainful gesture to his black friends, and the corners of his mouth hidden under the hat curled mockingly: "You dare to teach others at your level? Nigger, get out, This is our territory!"

The team members booed, made disdainful gestures and booed together.

In all fairness, the dance level of the team leader is indeed much higher than that of the black friends. If 10 points are the perfect score, the team leader will definitely get 9.5 points, while the black friends will get 3 points at most.The reason why the team leader didn’t get full marks is because of his attitude towards dancing. Dance has become a capital for him to show off and despise others. He even used a strong insulting term——“nigger”, black ghost, to insult people who are not as good as they are. His opponent!

The black friend clenched his hands into fists, with an angry expression on his face. The team leader went to the side of the black man and said something in a low voice. The black man immediately changed his face and gritted his teeth angrily. Drank the leftover Coke and left angrily.

"Hey, let's go like this, don't you stop dancing? nigger?" The team leader shouted arrogantly to the black man, spreading his hands and laughing, "It's too boring. Is there no opponent who can match me? You, or you?" He pointed at a few people at random, and those people were just dancing for the fun, they were not professional dancers, they retreated one after another, surrendering without a fight.

Jack was furious, as a person who loves dancing, how could he tolerate others insulting dancing like this! "Come on, let's do the doublewalk and let them see how powerful we are!"

The author has something to say: Zhu Yucheng: "Why do I have so few scenes interacting with my wife!"

Screenwriter: "Because you are the subject."

Zhu Yucheng: "What happened to Guan Gong?"

Screenwriter: "Why don't you care about Gong Shou? This article is the main attack. If you are Shou, you will have less roles, so you and your wife will have even fewer roles."

Zhu Yucheng: "... Bah! Curse you for not being able to see scenes of me and my wife that cannot be described below the neck!"

When the protagonist talks to foreigners in the article, both sides use English, but they just write in Chinese.In order to distinguish, the language style when talking with foreigners will be biased towards translation, which is slightly different from the usual writing style.