Who will let you kiss me? [Entertainment]

Ji Zhuo was called to Jian Yiheng's show because a guest on the show had a physical problem.He originally thought that it would be enough to attend the first class, but the guest had serious physical problems and couldn't continue recording, so Ji Zhuo somehow changed from a flying guest to a resident.

So I agreed to only go out of town for a few days, but it turned into a few days, come back to record a MV, attend a meeting, go for a few more days, and come back to record a New Year’s Eve party...

But most of the other members are also like this. Their group is very popular, and various resources are pouring in. Everyone spends much more time in the hotel than in the dormitory. This is the life that everyone has expected to live.

The same is true for Ling Quan.

If the other team members rarely have a vacation, most of them will sleep in the room for a whole day.Ling Quan didn't sleep, and started his side job whenever he was free.

The so-called side job is just hiding in the piano room and writing songs. Sometimes Jian Xuhe or the other two vocalists in the team happen to be free, and they will come over to chat with him.

It was the first time for him to compose a song by himself, and he amazed everyone without even thinking about it. He honestly used a very simple chord, and composed a song that sounds pleasant but nothing special. After listening to it several times, he thinks it is still qualified. .

Soon it will be New Year's Eve.The morning before the new year, Ling Quan participated in an event. He had a half-day off in the afternoon. He went to see his mother first. Recently, his mother’s condition has improved. The doctor also said that it is rare for a patient to recover after intubation. Maybe in the future After a while, I can be discharged from the hospital to recuperate.

Wards are single wards.Ling Quan sat on the opposite side of the bed, holding the guitar and playing the first song he wrote for his mother.

The words came out along with the melody when he wrote the music.

He plucked the strings at will, cleared his throat, and began to sing.

"I'm looking for the cloud that happened to pass over my head/Where did he go/But I'm rooted in that mountain/I can't track him down"

"I heard that there was a rain thousands of kilometers away / He was there / If I also evaporate myself / Can I also become a cloud"

"..."

Ling Quan only sang a section, which was not long. After he finished singing, he was a little embarrassed, but he wanted to be evaluated, and there was some expectation in his eyes.

Mom clapped her hands, her eyes turned into crescent moons: "It sounds good, except on TV, Mom hasn't heard you sing for a long time."

Even though he knew that his mother would only say compliments, Ling Quan breathed a sigh of relief, put the guitar away, and said, "I wrote it myself."

Mom exclaimed in a low voice: "It's amazing."

Ling Quan moved the stool closer to the bed, lay down on the edge of the bed, and lay a pillow on Ling's mother's lap.His mother put her hands on his head, and he just opened his two round eyes and stared at this gentle woman with a face similar to his.

Ling's mother opened her mouth again: "When writing lyrics, is there anyone you miss in your heart?"

If this kind of question was asked by others, Ling Quan would probably be able to say no without changing his face, but when his mother said it, he would feel his face burning unconsciously.

He didn't actually mention what "I" is in the whole song. At first glance, other people would probably think that he might be a kid in the mountains who pursues freedom, but my mother can hear that occupying a small world in the mountains, apart from evaporating myself and entering the atmospheric circulation. There is no other way out, but a spring of water.

Mother Ling rubbed Ling Quan's head lightly: "It's okay, you have grown up."

Ling Quan didn't speak, and his mother said to herself: "My mother has been very guilty before, and I feel that I have dragged you down. You have worked much harder than other children. When you said that you would go to the entertainment company, I was still thinking about it. point, you don’t have to force yourself to grow up… I’m telling you this, I don’t want you to feel a psychological burden, but recently I feel that if you go this way, maybe God wants to compensate you. After your father left, I haven’t seen you for a long time See how relaxed you are."

Exactly as she said.Although the work is constantly changing, Ling Quan's heart has always been very stable.

Mother Ling asked, "Is Xiaoshao okay?"

Ling Quan gave a "hmm" and said, "Going to record the show."

Ling's mother: "You are very destined, you can meet again like this."

Ling Quan just raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Stayed in the ward all afternoon.In the evening, Ling Quan didn't go back to their small villa, even though there were a few people in the group who were fine tonight calling for a hot pot together.

He took a taxi to the airport.

To find his cloud.

Tickets bought on the spur of the moment, private itinerary, so there are no fans squatting on the flight.Even so, he wrapped himself tightly.

What he was going to was the place where the program was recorded.During the recording of the program, the mobile phones are kept by the staff, but the assistant who followed them can still be contacted. The guests recording the program at night will find a place to sleep in the wild, and most of the staff will go back to the hotel to rest.

Even if the weather is cold today, it is said that there is still snow in the mountain where Ji Zhuo is, and they have to camp outside.

After confirming with the assistant, Ling Quan took advantage of the short rest day to visit the class.

Two hours later, Ling Quan arrived at the destination airport, then took the high-speed train to the next prefecture-level city, and finally went to the town, where his assistant came to pick him up.

After bumping all the way, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the recording location of the program.

Several guests sat by the tent and warmed themselves by the fire.Ling Quan said hello to everyone, and gave gifts from thousands of miles away.

Looking around, he didn't see Ji Zhuo.

Jian Yiheng joked, "Looking for your brother?"

Ling Quan nodded in embarrassment, and asked, "Are you still recording the show so late?"

"It's New Year's Eve tonight, and I should be sleeping at this time," a guest helped explain, "But it's boring to wait, Ji Zhuo said that he went to catch fish, it's dark, and it's cold."

Ling Quan: "..." This program is too unreliable.

Just as I was talking, I heard Ji Zhuo's voice coming from far and near: "I just speared a fish, it's super...big."

When he said the last word, his originally excited voice suddenly dropped.

Ji Zhuo had no idea that Ling Quan was coming.

Then Ji Zhuo threw the fish in his hand directly to the staff next to him, dragged his body that had become bulky due to the cold clothes, and tried to run forward at the fastest speed, leaving deep and shallow marks on the snow.

He ran towards Lingquan, with an unconcealable joy on his face, and threw him directly into the snow.

Realizing that this move was inappropriate, Ji Zhuo hurriedly helped him up again, wanting to hug Ling Quan, but felt like hugging a lonely person through such thick clothes.

Ji Zhuo asked: "I'm so cold that I have hallucinations?"

There was a light shining, and when Ji Zhuo spoke, a cloud of mist came out.He didn't know whether it was because of excitement or cold, his whole face was flushed red.

Ling Quan scolded him: "You know it's cold and you go to catch fish in the middle of the night?"

Ji Zhuo just smirked.

Another guest held Ji Zhuo's spoils and asked what to do with it.

For the effect of the program, in fact, this so-called wilderness survival program usually invites guests who know nothing, so when encountering such a situation, many jokes are often made.

Netizens often ridicule that this show is not so much about watching stars survive in the wild, but about watching them suffer outside.

Ling Quan took a look: "I'll do it."

The guest saw that Ling Quan had thin skin and tender flesh, and he was shivering when he warmed up just now, so he thought that he was probably joking: "You come?"

Ling Quan put on the cuff the staff gave him and took the fish.The fish is no longer alive, so he directly removes the scales from the fish, and then handles the internal organs, which is very skillful.

Ji Zhuo: "You probably never sold fish before."

Ling Quan: "...That's not true." But buying raw fish at the market is a little cheaper than buying the ones that have been processed by the boss.

After processing, another pot was found, and other previously collected ingredients were collected from the tent.

Jian Yiheng asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Let's cook the soup. If you bake it, you only need one, and it will be gone after one mouthful per person," Ling Quan explained. "And it's so cold, it's better to drink something warm... I shouldn't be too self-assertive?"

Other guests heard that Ling Quan was Ji Zhuo's teammate, and Jian Yiheng said that Ji Zhuo was his elder brother, so they said, "You can do whatever you want with the fish your brother catches, not to mention that you will be of great help when you come here." Well, how dare we dislike this or that.”

"Yes."

This step is not difficult. Others started to help him set up the pot, and some people consciously deal with the remaining ingredients.

After everything was done, several people gathered around the pile of firewood, waiting for the fish soup in the pot to boil.

Gradually, the fragrance overflowed from the pot, and a guest sniffed: "To be honest, my New Year's wish is to have a good meal on this show, and God sent a snail boy right away."

Ji Zhuo and You Rongyan: "Our younger brother is really capable."

Ling Quan looked at the pot: "In case it doesn't taste good..."

This person mentioned the New Year, and suddenly someone responded: "What time is it now!

Ask the staff, the staff said that it was already past twelve o'clock.

A group of people wailed.

Originally, I wanted to have a ceremonial countdown to the new year, but no one remembered it at all.

Ji Zhuo said: "Forget it, those things are imaginary, it is true to be able to eat well, wear warm clothes and sleep well."

He thought of the word "wife and child hot on the bed" inappropriately. Of course, he should never have a child, and he might adopt one... These are too far away.All he knows is that the boy he likes has come all the way to spend the New Year with him, maybe when he was preparing the ingredients, or maybe when he was stirring the fish soup, he stood by his side, and they walked to the end of the year together At the end, a new beginning is ushered in.

Ji Zhuo looked at Ling Quan: "Happy New Year."

Ling Quan also said: "Happy New Year."

Beside them are the voices of other people blessing each other noisily.

Ji Zhuo leaned against Ling Quan's ear.

In fact, Ling Quan was wearing earmuffs, and Ji Zhuo leaned over to make small talk, so people might not be able to hear clearly.

Ji Zhuo still asked: "Did you miss me?"

Ling Quan stared at the bubbling soup, the firelight below reflected his face.He paused and said, "No, I just wrote a song and I want you to listen to it for me."

Ji Zhuo: "That's it?"

Ling Quan nodded: "That's it."

Ji Zhuo was still struggling, and stood up: "Brothers, look at this pot of food, and I will go for a walk with him."

Ji Zhuo knew that Ling Quan had been trying to write a song recently. When he went back a while ago, the song seemed to have taken shape.If Ling Quan really wants to listen to the song by himself, he still needs to find a corner to stay.

Because Ling Quan said that he didn't want to use his own name to make the work public.

So Ji Zhuo took Ling Quan to a relatively secluded place not far from the campsite.

I thought Ling Quan was going to sing to him live, but Ling Quan just handed him earphones and asked him to listen to the song.

There are only guitar sounds and Ling Quan's humming in Demo. The humming is without words, just random humming of meaningless monosyllables.

"It's okay, it's very nice," Ji Zhuo asked again after making a few comments, "Have you written any lyrics yet?"

Ling Quan lied: "Well, I haven't written any lyrics yet."

Suddenly, snowflakes fell down one after another. With the light from the nearby campsite, these snowflakes shone brightly in the air.Ling Quan opened his eyes wide and subconsciously reached out to pick it up.

On the first day of the new year, instead of rain, the clouds above his head brought him snow.When the snow fell on the hat, Ji Zhuo said regretfully: "Unfortunately, it's too cold here, and I dare not take off the hat. If the snow falls on my head, I can tell you..."

"say what?"

Ji Zhuo didn't say anything, just smiled: "In the future, I will talk about it when I have a chance."

The author has something to say: Mom: Is there someone you missed when you wrote this song?

Ling Xiaoquan: Yes.

Brother: Did you miss me?

Ling Xiaoquan: Climb.

Brother: Haven't written any lyrics yet?

Ling Xiaoquan: No.

Bobo everyone! =3