Difficult to quit

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Zhuang Yi invited He Zhizhi to dinner, asked the driver to take her home, and took a taxi back to the set.

Later, He Zhizhi led the screenwriting team to make several adjustments to the script to make Qingyi's blackness and the later one of good intentions more reasonable. Zhuang Yi penetrated the script with the help of Zou Kai, and the filming went smoothly.

The time has come to the beginning of the second year, the season of snowflakes, Zhuang Yi is done.

He previously played supporting roles with few lines, but this time he is strictly speaking as the second male lead. After toasting the tour guide, producer, and investors at the finale banquet, other actors also came to him to toast.

He Zhizhi blushed after drinking a few glasses of wine, and whispered to Zhuang Yi while tugging at his sleeve: "Zhuang Yi, I want to write you a novel and let you play the leading role."

She paused, then said to herself dejectedly: "But I want to write a Tanmei novel next time, what should I do..."

Zhuang Yi couldn't laugh or cry, so he comforted her, and asked the crew to help her go back to the hotel to rest.

The wrap-up banquet lasted until midnight, when Zhuang Yi walked out of the hotel, he saw that his nanny's car had gone back, and Li Qinghai's car was waiting at the door.

He opened the door and got into the car, and asked Li Qinghai, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to pick you up," Li Qinghai said, "Did you drink too much?"

"It's okay, I'm a little dizzy." Zhuang Yi pulled the seat belt and buckled it up.

Li Qinghai handed him a thermos, Zhuang Yi opened it and took a sip, with a faint sweetness in his mouth.

"Sober up," Li Qinghai started the car, and added: "Brother cooked it himself."

Zhuang Yi pursed his lips, lowered his head and drank up the warm hangover soup.

After waiting for the red light, Li Qinghai took a bag from the back seat of the car and handed it to him, "Given the gift."

Zhuang Yi took it and opened it. It was a Vacheron Constantin watch with a moon phase engraved on the dial and a rare green crocodile leather strap.

Li Qinghai asked him: "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Zhuang Yi nodded, and asked again: "Is it very expensive?"

"It's not expensive, what is a watch?" Li Qinghai held the steering wheel with one hand, smoothed his sleeve with the other hand, covering the dark green on his wrist, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Buy one get one free.

The car drove to the basement, and the two took the elevator upstairs. Li Qinghai asked him: "Zhuang Yi, do you still want to film in the future?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to for a short time." Zhuang Yi paused and said, "...I want to sing."

He doesn't have much talent in acting, except for playing Qingyi this time, playing a role doesn't give him any sense of accomplishment.

Li Qinghai nodded: "Then I won't accept new plays, I'll tell Tan Junfeng."

Zhuang Yi said: "I want to participate in 'Who Is the King of Singers'."

Li Qinghai had heard of this show before, and was a sponsor last year. He nodded and said, "Let Tan Junfeng sign up for you."

Zhuang Yi was silent, "Aren't you going to ask me if I can sing?"

Li Qinghai smiled, with a sense of pride, "I taught you how to sing, how can I not know?"

When the elevator reached Zhuang Yi's floor, Li Qinghai asked him with his hands on the elevator door: "Come and sit at my house."

Zhuang Yi looked up at him, "Would you let me get off the elevator if you don't go?"

"Let." Li Qinghai said, "Brother will go down with you."

Zhuang Yi was angry and wanted to laugh, he reached out and pressed his floor.

After opening the door, Li Qinghai brought him slippers. The spare slippers Zhuang Yi wore before were the same as Xiao Chen's, and they were the most common style in supermarkets. This time, he changed to the same style of cotton slippers as Li Qinghai's. Much more comfortable.

Li Qinghai went to the kitchen to make a glass of honey water and handed it to him, "It's true that I haven't heard you sing for a long time, let me see if you have regressed?"

Zhuang Yi took a sip, "Now?"

Li Qinghai dragged him to the study room. In the study room, apart from solid wood bookshelves, desks and other facilities, there was also a pure black Steinway piano.

Li Qinghai pushed open the keyboard cover, his slender fingers brushed lightly over the keys, and started to play an intro.

He hasn't touched the piano for a long time. One is that he is too busy to have time, and the other is that he has no one to listen to him playing the piano, so even the best talent is put on hold.

He played a wrong note at the beginning, Li Qinghai stopped playing, looked up and saw Zhuang Yi standing leaning against the piano, his eyes turned from the piano to his face, with a slight smile on his face.

"Laugh!" Li Qinghai raised his finger and pointed at him, "Just laugh when your brother plays a wrong note, and wait for you to sing the wrong key later."

Back then, Zhuang Yi taught him music theory and singing. Standing by the side, I don’t know how many pieces he played. Li Qinghai even taught him some simple pieces. Zhuang Yi probably doesn’t know how to play the piano now, but his ears It's still very poisonous, and you can hear it when you make a mistake.

This child has been a good student since he was a child. He is serious when he learns, and he will never forget it when he learns it.

Zhuang Yi pursed his lips, wanting to smile, "I didn't laugh, I stopped laughing, what's so funny about playing a wrong note?"

Li Qinghai played it again, the prelude was not over and made a mistake.

This time Zhuang Yi couldn't help smiling.

Li Qinghai glanced at him, and played it again as if he was struggling, this time there was no mistake, Zhuang Yi followed his piano sound, and sang at the end of the prelude, and his timing was perfect.

"forget how long it is

never hear you again

tell me your favorite story

I have been waiting for a long time

I'm starting to panic

Did I do something wrong again..."

The hands that play the piano are long and strong, with well-articulated fingers jumping between the black and white keys. They were still unfamiliar at first, but then they gradually became proficient, dancing together with Zhuang Yi's singing.

When he was young, Li Qinghai had no intention of teaching Zhuang Yi to sing at first.

He knows a lot of things that Zhuang Yi doesn't know, just like teaching him on a whim, and teasing him when he is unhappy, Zhuang Yi sings very well, Li Qinghai is too lazy to spend his energy teaching him.

Later, the No. [-] Middle School held a talent competition, and no one in the class signed up. The literary and art committee asked everyone to take turns to perform their talents at the class meeting, and then everyone voted for a representative to participate in the competition. Zhuang Yi stood up and sang a song. Just after Zhang Qiang and Sun Wei took the lead There was applause and booing, so he was scheduled to go to the game.

Zhuang Yi had never sung in front of everyone, and his legs shook nervously when he sang in class meetings, let alone going to the stage to sing in front of the whole school.

But he was a very well-behaved child at that time, and he was appointed to participate in the competition by the class meeting, and he didn't dare to tell the teacher that he couldn't go, so he told Li Qinghai with a sad face.

Li Qinghai thought it was something, and slapped him casually, "Go, why don't you go? Not only are you going, but you also have to sing well."

Zhuang Yi looked reluctant, "I don't want to go..."

"What's the matter, don't you just go and sing a song." Li Qinghai learned piano when he was a child, and performed with the A City Children's Music Troupe at the age of 7. He sneered at his cowardice, "Can you fight for a little bit, why are you so courageous? Little one! You go up and sing your song, what if they can eat you?"

Zhuang Yi couldn't explain it to him, so he whispered: "I'm afraid I'm out of tune and can't sing well..."

"It's easy to handle, my brother will teach you." Li Qinghai said, "With your brother here, I guarantee that you won't be able to get out of tune even if you want to."

"Ah..." Zhuang Yi frowned, but he didn't dare to say no.

He told Li Qinghai that he didn't want to participate in this matter, and it was up to Li Qinghai to see if he could do anything about it; who knew that somehow, Li Qinghai's fighting spirit was aroused, and he wanted to teach him how to sing.

"Ah what?" Li Qinghai raised his hand in a daze, "Your brother will teach you personally, if you can't get the first place, don't come back to see me, do you hear me?"

Zhuang Yi covered his forehead with an "ah", and responded repeatedly: "I heard it."

"That's about the same." Satisfied, Li Qinghai went up and put his arms around his shoulders, "Come on, come to my house, brother will teach you how to read music first."

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"...maybe you won't understand

after you said you love me

My sky is full of stars..."

At the beginning, there were some off-beats, but later Zhuang Yi's voice perfectly fit into the piano sound.

Because his music theory and singing were all taught by Li Qinghai himself. At that time, Zhuang Yi sang this song "Fairy Tale" in the talent competition. Li Qinghai has practiced this song with him for hundreds of times. During the competition, Zhuang Yi was afraid that he would not be able to sing well, so he went to Li Qinghai's house to practice singing after school after finishing his homework. Li Qinghai had to play a piece of music [-] or [-] times in one night, until his fingers hurt.

Li Qinghai didn't play the piano very much after passing the 10th grade. Even with his mother Yang Ping, he played a few pieces and ran away. That is Zhuang Yi, who can let him sit in front of the piano bench and play all night. He never worked so hard when he first learned the piano.

The dancing fingers stopped, and the aftertaste of the piano sound was still reverberating in the room. Li Qinghai recalled the overflowing memories, and tapped on the keys with one hand at will, ding ding dong dong.

Zhuang Yi took a sip of honey water, "I'm not wrong, you were wrong for a long time just now."

Li Qinghai looked up and saw Zhuang Yi leaning against the edge of the piano, tapping the side of the piano with his right hand, beating the beat with his ding-dong sound, with a little complacency in his downcast eyes.

Li Qinghai stopped, raised his eyebrows and repeated his words, "How many times have you been wrong?"

Zhuang Yi said honestly, "Six times."

After thinking for a while, he confirmed with uncertainty: "...or seven times? — Anyway, there are six or seven times!"

Li Qinghai laughed angrily at him, this apprentice was taught by him himself, now he is picking on his faults, but he still hasn't counted them right - the number is too small.

After all, Zhuang Yi is not a professional. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't figure out how many times Li Qinghai made mistakes. He simply didn't want to think about it. He felt his throat was a little itchy, so he took out a cigarette and lit one, taking a puff skillfully. .

Li Qinghai's eyebrows twitched, he stood up, leaned over, and snatched it from him.

"I haven't told you yet. When did you learn to smoke?" Li Qinghai lit him with a cigarette between his fingers. "If you want to sing, don't smoke. Your throat hurts before you compete."

"It's okay," Zhuang Yi reached out to take the cigarette back, "I smoke less, it doesn't affect my singing."

"No, I will let you smoke someday when you don't want to sing." Li Qinghai didn't discuss this matter here, and Li Qinghai avoided Zhuang Yi with a wave of his hand, seeing that he still wanted to snatch it, he just put the cigarette in his mouth.

Zhuang Yi was helpless, "You can smoke, but I can't. Who smoked first?"

Li Qinghai did not have the words "reasonable" in his dictionary, so he talked to him while biting his cigarette, "Don't worry about the past, today is the cigarette you lit first, let me see you smoking later, confiscate your house keys, move me Come to sleep here, and I will watch you myself."

Zhuang Yi was afraid of him, so he said: "It's okay, I won't smoke, so don't smoke in front of me, it's really uncomfortable."

Li Qinghai immediately took out the cigarette and put it in the ashtray, crushed it out, and threw the ashtray in front of Zhuang Yi, "Lighter, cigarette."

Zhuang Yi couldn't resist him, so he had to take out the cigarette case and lighter and put it in the ashtray. Li Qinghai turned around and threw the ashtray into the trash can, then pointed at him, "Don't think about going back and smoking secretly, I told Liu Han Staring at you, let me know that you smoke quietly, so you don't want to live downstairs."

Zhuang Yi's throat was itchy due to his addiction to cigarettes, and his chest was tight and upset, so he had no choice but to drink up the honey water, "I know, I know."

"This thing is like this, don't think about it in your heart, it will be fine if you don't smoke for a while." Li Qinghai sat down again, sliding his fingers over the piano, bringing out a crisp legato, "What do you want to hear? I'll give it to you again." Play one."

Zhuang Yi didn't know many piano pieces, except for the ones played by Li Qinghai when he took him to practice vocalization and singing, Li Qinghai told him the rest.

He thought for a while and said, "The Wedding of Dreams."

Li Qinghai's fingers caressed the black and white keys, and the soft movement flowed out from his hands, as warm as a breeze.

This time he played it right.

Zhuang Yi put the empty water glass aside, his eyes fell on his dancing fingers, and the dull feeling in his chest gradually dissipated.

Li Qinghai stopped playing the piano and glanced at him, "Do you still want to smoke?"

Zhuang Yi glared at him, "Can you stop mentioning it all the time, my throat itch when I mention it."

"If you're so addicted and don't quit, what about waiting until your voice is ruined?" Li Qinghai pulled him to sit on the piano bench, "You still want to sing, you say you're such an adult, you don't understand this bit of common sense?"

Zhuang Yi had no words to refute, and poked him with his elbow, "Are you still playing?"

"Play." Li Qinghai put his arm around his waist, and put his hand on the keys, "Brother taught you how to play the piano before, do you remember?"

"Remember..." Zhuang Yi tapped a few keys with one finger, a little frustrated, "I don't remember how to play it."

"It's so stupid. This is do," Li Qinghai grabbed his hand to find the sound, one sound at a time: "do, lai, mi..."

After Zhuang Yi found the sound, he pressed "Little Star" with one hand. He still remembered this simple tune.

Li Qinghai hugged him with one arm, and easily accompanied him with the other hand.

The sound is crisp and cheerful.

The corners of Zhuang Yi's mouth couldn't help but turned up, and he turned his head to speak, but found that he was half-embraced by Li Qinghai at some point, and the two were very close.

Li Qinghai's fingertips smelled faintly of tobacco.

"What are you looking at, I won't smoke anymore." Li Qinghai said, "I won't let you quit drinking, but you can't touch cigarettes, not even a sip."

Zhuang Yi pouted, he didn't like drinking.

Li Qinghai smiled, "Okay, how nice it is to bring back a championship for brother."

Zhuang Yi was silent for a while, "...do you want to play another song?"

"Okay, do you remember "Ode to Joy"?" Li Qinghai said.

The author has something to say: this chapter has been revised later, and the previous chapter may be gradually revised~

感谢在2020-08-0316:16:24~2020-08-0611:16:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: I don’t remember 2 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!