I came back from farming Tianwen and became popular in the entertainment industry

"Then where are you going?" Song Yiqing put the program list in his hand on the table, walked up to Zhong Le with a serious expression, and said, "Just go like this? Several cameras outside are broadcasting live, how do you go?"

Zhong Le looked at the dark circles under his eyes that were covered bit by bit in the makeup mirror opposite, but he knew that he couldn't sleep at night these days, and the panic in his heart couldn't be covered up.

"Then what should I do?" Zhong Le's voice gradually became softer, and the feeling of powerlessness in his heart became heavier and heavier.

If he had experienced so many worlds and seen scenes big and small, he wouldn't panic at all, but the key point is that he always felt that the worlds in the books before were fake, but now this one is real.

He is very sorry for his life now. If he faints a few more times, he probably won't be able to get up.

Thinking of this, Zhong Le covered his eyes with his hands, and at the same time he did not forget to be careful not to touch the concealer on it, "I will be scolded badly." After the words fell, even he himself felt the end of the words trembling.

Zhong Le thought that Song Yiqing must have noticed the panic in his voice, and he was annoyed at his weakness in front of outsiders.

He must have felt that he was the kind of squeamish young master mentioned on the Internet.

He removed his hands covering his eyes, and saw Song Yiqing tapping his fingers on the table, as if he was thinking, and said, "But haven't you been scolded all the time?"

Zhong Le nodded, "But I don't want to be scolded now."

Song Yiqing: "Then change the song now, it hasn't started yet anyway."

Zhong Le felt that Song Yiqing said it lightly, and changing the song did not have to follow the procedure, not to mention that the staff behind the song must have made a lot of preparations.

Now that he is changed, he is relaxed, and the staff can't tell the pain.

Zhong Le: "You said lightly, but there are also staff."

Song Yiqing: "Then why didn't you think about the staff when you just wanted to run away?"

Zhong Le was blocked again by Song Yiqing and was speechless, but it was Song Yiqing's indirect slap in the face before he could react.

"I thought you wanted to be the hands-off shopkeeper." Song Yiqing took out his mobile phone and discussed with others. When Zhong Le was still thinking of a way, Song Yiqing said directly: "You and I are on the same show."

"what?!"

Now it was Zhong Le's turn to be surprised.

"Ah what, you don't want to?" Song Yiqing squinted at him, Zhong Le had no choice but to say no.

Forget it, singing with Song Yiqing is less scolding than colliding with Xia Xun.

However, generally live broadcast programs will first publish the program list on the Internet. Thinking of this, Zhong Le looked at Song Yiqing: "Has the program list been announced on the Internet?"

"No, this charity performance was not announced, otherwise everyone would know when it came out, and they would leave what they should watch. The online audience rate is not high, so they can't make money." At the end, they added: "But the live broadcast plus Reuters , I guess I guessed it seven or eighty-eight."

At this time, a singing voice came from Song Yiqing's mobile phone, and Zhong Le felt like a cat whose hair had been blown up when he heard it, "Why are you listening to my song?!"

Not a single line of this song is in tune, which is the dark history of Zhong Le's previous standards.

No matter what show he is invited to, he must insist on turning on the mic. Zhong Le, who has a wrong assessment of his own ability, is optimistic and firmly believes that his next show will be better than the last one.

As a result, I left myself with a rich black history video.

Song Yiqing also twitched his brows when he heard it. He has grown so big, and he can speak directly in everything. Looking at the video full of people singing confidently, he said euphemistically: "Why don't you just match your lip syllables later?"

"Need not."

Zhong Le showed the same confident smile as in the video, "You pass your song to me, I am familiar with it."

Putting his hands under his belly, Tiantian squinted his eyes and smiled: "Lele, show off on stage later."

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After hearing the host read his name, Zhong Le took a deep breath in the background.

The days I once spent in the book "The Reborn Little Singer Became the Lord in the End Times" seem to be back in front of my eyes again.

There, he needed to exchange his singing for seeds and ingredients, and became a landlord in the last days by virtue of his singing.

But it has been a long time, and with the preparation time of these few days, he is not sure whether he can show his best strength.

Originally I thought I was the only one on stage, and only worried about whether I messed up the song, but now I sang with Song Yiqing again, and the two simply rehearsed a few times in the tent.

Zhong Le hoped that this stage would never be messed up by him, and Song Yiqing also wanted to help him because of his father's relationship.

The hand holding the microphone broke out in cold sweat. Zhong Le took three deep breaths. When a warm palm was placed on his shoulder, Zhong Le was startled. Looking up, it was Song Yiqing.

"Relax."

When the host called out his name again, Zhong Le subconsciously supported his ears and went on stage with Song Yiqing.

At the same time, the barrage on the Internet has skyrocketed.

[It's Yi Qing:? ? ? ? ?On the same stage? ? ? ? ? ?I don't want to watch the collaboration stage! ]

[Song Shi 1: Is this person attached to our first brother? ]

[Surfing Frontline: Aww!Fuck!Sofa sofa! ]

[It's a flower: I'm going to change my name!AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhQingping Yale szd! ! ! ]

[Aspire to be Song Yiqing's wife: Nima, I'm so annoying, even if you really want to fry CP, can you match my brother with a coffee equivalent? ]

[Sweet: Momo Lele~]

The name of the song they performed together was originally created by Song Yiqing in the year of his debut. It is a slow-paced folk song, which is very suitable for singing in such a mountainous open-air venue.

The folk single has the word "Mountain". Zhong Le listened to the medieval Celtic music in the prelude, humming along with Song Yiqing's whistle in the melodious and slightly sad harp rhythm.

Gradually, Zhong Le seemed to fall into the world of "Mountain".

After Song Yiqing whistled and hummed, the two looked at each other tacitly on the stage, as if they had practiced countless times.

The sound of the harp music ended, but the sense of distance and illusion remained in the hearts of the audience.

Then came the sound of the acoustic guitar, pulling people back to reality, and began to taste all kinds of life in the lyrics.

[The shadow of the moon in the mountains and the shadow of the lamp overlap, and it is hard to tell who scattered the clouds in the night sky. ]

Zhong Le sang the first line, there was a moment of silence, and there was a faint applause from the audience.

And then sing the next line with the single sound of the acoustic guitar

[The lights of the car, reflected in the bushes, set off, a corner of the night. ]

In "The Reborn Little Singer Became the Lord in the Last Days", someone once commented on Zhong Le, his voice is suitable for singing alone, and his own pitch is high, and the redundant music accompaniment will become his burden instead.

Most of the audience below and the people in the live broadcast room were puzzled by Zhong Le's voice.

[The first line of surfing: Gan!Is Zhong Le pre-recorded and tuned? ]

[It’s Yiqing: You’re overdoing it, I can hear electronic music. ]

Different voices appeared in a small part.

[Don't scold, it's a passerby: Yeah?How did Zhong Le sing so well? ]

[Come on candy: Why do I feel like crying when I hear him sing! ! ! ]

This song gives people a kind of purity, but it is shrouded in a layer of bright sadness.

The two people on the stage looked at each other and sang the next line in chorus

[Evening wind brushes my cheeks, I hide from the light, just let me be in the mountains, in the night, alone. ]

The two of them, one high and the other low, whether singing solo or in chorus, each has its own charm and is fascinating.

Halfway through the accompaniment, there was a sharp sound from the stereo, and the accompaniment stopped.

Zhong Le tapped the soles of his feet and continued to sing, while Song Yiqing hummed the pad.

Even a small part of the audience below stopped talking.

#好听# The two words took advantage of the trend and became a hot search, followed by #宋奇清钟乐#

Tiantian was spinning around with joy in Zhongle's mind, "There are so many happiness values! Lele, we are about to upgrade!"

After leaving the field, Zhong Le and Song Yiqing were about to return to the tent, but they saw Xia Xun standing at the door.

"Why did you change the song?" Xia Xun stood two meters away from them, staring straight at Zhong Le.

Song Yiqing subconsciously blocked Zhong Le behind him, but this action seemed to annoy Xia Xun.

Xia Xun suddenly smiled, "Zhong Le, you and his name often appear together recently, I am not happy."

"Are you sick?" Song Yiqing frowned when he heard this sentence, this man was so shameless.

"I'm sick, you can ask Zhong Le, he knows best." Xia Xun smiled with a nice arc, "See you later, Lele."

In Zhong Le's mind, Tiantian kept his tail up high, looking at Xia Xun vigilantly, and when he left, he pointed in that direction and yelled directly.

"Pooh!"

Zhong Lecai's good mood after stepping off the stage was lost by that person. Song Yiqing clicked his tongue and asked, "What's the relationship between you and him?"

It was uploaded on the Internet that Xia Xun shunned Zhong Le, but what Song Yiqing saw was the opposite.

"I have nothing to do with him." Zhong Le felt sick whenever he thought of that man.

Song Yiqing saw that Zhong Le didn't want to say anything, so he stopped asking, and turned on his phone to read the comments on the Internet.

When Zhong Le was notified by Song Yiqing that he was on the hot search again, his heart still trembled.

"Do you scold me a lot?"

"Many." Song Yiqing said honestly, "But there are also many compliments on you."

Zhong Le knew that Song Yiqing would not tell lies to comfort others, and he said that there were many people who praised, so there must be many.

Zhong Le felt that it was the right thing for him to come to this charity performance.

Chatted with Tiantian in my mind, "What is this rich?"

"Palm bell peppers can be eaten and viewed. Later, Lele, you can ask the locals to buy a few plants and plant them back."

"That's what I thought too. I'll tidy up the yard first. The potato seedlings brought back from Hancheng should be here too!"

As he said that, Zhong Le took out his mobile phone to see where the potato seedlings are now.

As soon as I took it out, I received a strange call.

Zhong Le thought it was a harassing call, so he hung up the call, but he didn't expect to make several persistent calls, and even Song Yiqing asked a few questions in doubt.

"Hello, hello." Zhong Le finally got through the call, but the other party's voice was all too familiar, it was Xia Xun!

"Lele, I got lost in the mountains, you will come to rescue me, right, just like you did before." The voice came through the phone.

The radio waves magnified the details of the man's speech infinitely, and Zhong Le could even hear the sound of breathing over there.

Zhong Le stood up abruptly, and the hand holding the mobile phone froze, not because of worry, but because of the subconscious panic in his heart when he heard the voice.

"I do not know."

"It's great, you talked to me again, you don't come to me." The man made a sound of tongue flicking, "Then I will die for you. Then let everyone think that you killed me mine."

The other party's tone was self-willed and direct: "You know what I can do."

After a pause, he changed his tone into a well-behaved look: "You are the only one coming, if there is one more person, I will disappear immediately."

When Zhong Le saw that the other party sent a coordinate, he just thought it was funny, what the hell was he getting lost.

Tiantian asked worriedly: "Lele, are you really going?"

Zhong Le only replied: "He can do anything, but I can't bear the consequences, I have to go."

At least, Zhong Le didn't want to take his own life, even though Xia Xun didn't deserve to be a human being in his eyes.

"I'll go out for a while." Zhong Le said to Song Yiqing.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to buy a few pepper plants and go back to see which one is good." Zhong Le lied.

Song Yiqing nodded: "Then I'll go with you." He was no stranger to Zhong Le's love of plants.

"It's faster for me to go by myself." Zhong Le refused, and after finishing speaking, Song Yiqing left behind.

Song Yiqing, who was directly rejected, felt uncomfortable no matter what, and the fun of playing games was lost, so he put down his phone and called his assistant.

"Which houses here sell bell peppers, please send them to me, and I'll go and have a look."

Although the assistant felt strange that Song Yiqing had this idea, he sent it immediately, mostly around the village and near the mountains.

Song Yiqing's status as the rich second generation of the food company is not known to the public, so it is very convenient for him to get such news. Their family and other companies hold charity performances here, mostly for this pepper.

The same assistant was worried that Song Yiqing would go alone, so he sent a few bodyguards to follow him.

These days, you might as well be careful, you can get an illegitimate child out of any corner, even if you want to watch peppers, you can get out of the ground for you.

Zhong Le walked along the route on the mobile phone, and found that he was getting farther and farther away from the village, and the singing voice from the village was getting smaller and smaller.

He turned around and looked back, Tiantian hesitated and asked in his mind: "Lele, there is no one in front, do you really want to go?"

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, Zhong Le took it out and saw that it was the unfamiliar number just now, and the other party sent a text message.

[Come here, I'm right in front of you, you can throw your phone away now. ]

Zhong Le raised his head, as if he saw the man through layers of tree shadows. The man was standing under the tree with a gentle smile on his lips.

The cold sweat on his back had already wet his clothes, and after putting the phone aside, even his nerve endings became more sensitive.