The Lord's Road to Superstar

Cui Hao just blew a kiss to say goodbye to the group of fans who came to visit the set, and when he turned around, he saw a beautiful puppet cat parked at his feet, with its long fur tail gently sweeping over his calf, softly " meow" sounded.

His face suddenly turned livid, and then a scream resounded through the sky.To know!The thing he was most afraid of in his life!It's a damn cat!

The fans looked at their idol who was handsome for one second, and looked like a ghost in the next second, and let out a shrill cry. They rushed forward anxiously, but found that the idol was scared out of their wits. The instigator was actually a puppet cat licking its paws gracefully.

How could such a big man be afraid of this little furry animal? !A look of disillusionment appeared on some fans' faces.

Cui Hao, on the other hand, was so frightened that his face turned blue and white, his figure kept dodging, and in a hurry, he actually wanted to lift this obtrusive cat away with his kick.

In the blink of an eye, a hand knife stopped his movement, Cui Hao only felt a solid stab on his leg, which was extremely painful.

Ling Feibai picked up the cat, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his tone was cold and low: "What do you want to do to this cat? You want to kick it, don't you?"

He likes these fluffy little guys the most in his life, so naturally he can't bear to be treated lightly.

Swept by that awe-inspiring gaze, Cui Hao's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know why his whole body stiffened up, but his anger still persisted, he snorted coldly, raised his head and said, "I want to kick it and kill it, what do you care about?" What? Little devil, you are too lenient, aren't you?!"

"I care about the width or narrowness. You are not qualified to judge. A grown man, who is cruel to a kitten, are you not the legendary psychopath?" Ling Feibai remembered the psychology book he read a few days ago. The content on the website can't help but think of it.

The fans present heard Ling Feibai's words one after another, and they thought of Cui Hao's fast kick. If no one stopped it, the kitten would probably have its ribs broken. Maybe.

How can it be a normal person's behavior to attack small animals casually?Psychopath... Thinking about it makes my scalp tingle!However, this kind of thinking is only for a moment, after all, it is an idol that I have liked for so long, and the fans believe that there must be something hard to say.

"You little brat!" Cui Hao's expression twisted, grinning his teeth, the pain in his leg became more and more intense, and he didn't know how much effort this kid had to exert to cause such pain.He was out of breath, and slapped him hard with a slap.

Ling Feibai dexterously dodged, his ears with super hearing heard the click of a camera in the crowd, he would turn around, and the cat in his hand would meow, like a big cat Aggrieved, the water in the big blue eyes reveals a pitiful expression.

Ling Feibai frowned: "It's not enough for you to want to kick the cat, do you still want to hit me now?"

Cui Hao's eyes seemed to be breathing fire: "What are you talking about? You little bastard! What did you do to me?!" His leg was so painful that it seemed to be broken!

Ling Feibai ignored him, and walked straight towards the female fans below: "You are all his fans, did you come to see him?"

The female fans looked at this fairy-like little boy in fluttering white clothes, holding a puppet cat in his arms, raising his head and asking questions with pure eyes, stunned for a moment, and replied nah-na: "Yeah yeah."

Ling Feibai said with a blank face: "The little girls have bad eyesight, you can see it now, and you will be infatuated with this kind of person in the future, otherwise the elders will be worried." After speaking, he turned around smartly, hiding his merit and fame.

The fans standing in the front only felt that the rippling silver-white hair gently brushed the tip of her nose, leaving behind a faint scent of cold fragrance.

Cui Hao was annoyed, and was about to grab Ling Feibai who walked into the studio. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the reporter holding a camera in the crowd, and suddenly withdrew his hand, waving goodbye to everyone politely. .

It's a pity that the fans who have just seen his fierce and angry side, the excitement and excitement of seeing the idol has been reduced by how much.

At the end of the class visit, the head of the fan group said seriously to the others: "Today's incident may have been just an accident. Everyone has liked Haozai for so long, and they all know that he is a good actor and idol. I don't want today to pass. Do you know what fabricated revelations you saw on the Internet?"

The fans had different thoughts and agreed verbally one by one, but how could they not mind.There is such a big gap between the idols on the TV and the reality, and several people are disillusioned because of what happened today.

However, no matter how the fans guarded against it, what should be revealed still broke out.Of course, these are things for later.

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This room, Su Moru received a call from the head of the grade group and wanted to hold an impromptu meeting, so he went back first.

On that side, Cui Hao had just been scolded by the manager who heard the news, and walked to the set holding back his anger, only to find that Ling Feibai was already filming a one-man lead role.

He is dressed in white and has silver hair. Both the clothes and hair are fluttering and flowing, untied and fluttering slightly. Against the huge green screen, he doesn't make people stand out at all. He slightly closes his indifferent and deep eyes with fine eyelashes. And slender, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, he remained silent.

In this scene, Xiao Rongyin was sitting on the desolate desert in his clothes. At this time, the southern capital city was broken, and the flames shone red through the night. The little girl ran over with great difficulty holding her bleeding wound, and threw herself down in front of Rong Yin. She looked sadly at the little boy in the moonlight, with white clothes and silver hair, fluttering like a fairy, thinking that she had seen a fairy .

"Fairy, are you a little fairy? Are you here to save me? My daughter's stomach hurts so much." The little girl's face was covered with blood and mud, her lips were pale, and she was not far from death.

Rong Yin's expression was indifferent, and there seemed to be a touch of ethereal in that cold voice: "I only kill people, never save people, you are wrong."

"Then, is my daughter going to die? Is she bleeding a lot and dying with her eyes open like father and mother?"

Rong Yin didn't answer, just stared straight ahead indifferently, and remained motionless.

The little girl gasped for a few weak breaths, and said with expectant eyes: "Little God, you have Xiao, can you play the tune for me? My daughter loves to listen to the tune the most. When Father was alive, he loved it the most... The girl is playing the tune."

Rong Yin lowered his eyes, his lips squirmed undetectably, and said flatly: "What do you want to hear?"

"...Anything is fine," the little girl coughed lightly, her eyes glowing brightly, "Before my daughter dies, she is already very satisfied to hear Xiao's voice..."

Under the cold and pale moonlight, Rong Yin held up the bamboo flute and played the sad and sad country song.

The night wind was icy cold, and the loose white clothes he wore were rattling by the wind.The sobbing and melodious sound of the flute can't tell the joys and sorrows of the world.It was helpless sighs, piercing through time and space, beating heavily on the heart, and the sadness penetrated into the bone marrow from every pore.

When the flute sounded leisurely, the little girl was obviously stunned for a second, and then there was a look of warmth in her eyes.

"...It's so nice to hear, thank you, little fairy." She smiled and closed her eyes slowly.

Rong Yin's flute sound stopped abruptly, and the deep child's voice seemed to be floating in the night sky.He looked into the distance, and the red and crimson flames reflecting the sky illuminated his dark as night eyes.

"You're welcome," he said.

Standing up slowly, with a wave of her sleeves, the bright and dazzling fire covered the little girl's still warm body, and that small body gradually burned to ashes.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, forget all the pain and sorrow in this life." He murmured, "You are free."

Under the desolate and white moonlight of the desert, the night wind blows away the remaining dust, Rong Yin turned his head sideways, the hem of his clothes was rattled by the strong wind, he walked away step by step, never looked back, and disappeared into the boundless night among.

"Okay! Card! Perfect!" Director Rong's shout woke up the onlookers who were still immersed in the desert scene in the night, and the music hovering in their minds stopped, and the lingering sound was still lingering. They have lived to such an age that they have finally seen what it means to walk around a beam for three days.

Besides, although this scene is about blowing flute, it is just for modeling and lip-syncing.But no one thought that Ling Feibai would pick up the bamboo flute naturally, because he planned to play it for real!

And it sounds really good!Cover your face.

Director Rong was also full of shit, it turned out that when the kid first got the bamboo flute, he said "this flute is barely usable", not to pretend, but to be serious.

#儿纸You are so stubborn, do you know? #

Ling Feibai looked at everyone's unanimously surprised eyes, and replied lightly: "It's nothing, it's just a little hobby. In fact, I know how to use it the most. It's not Xiao, it should be Xunqu and Qin, but unfortunately it's rare now. It’s genuine.” The classical musical instruments imitated in this era are often similar in shape and spirit, and it’s hard to have one-tenth of the ancient rhyme of the musical instruments collected in his previous life.

Director Rong choked speechlessly: Enough is enough, it's just a little hobby, what you said so lightly, has already killed a bunch of adults in seconds!Children!Don't forget that you are only eight years old this year!This setting is wrong!

Ling Feibai continued to talk nonchalantly: "This bamboo flute is made of good bamboo material. It is quite strong, even in thickness, and the wall thickness is suitable. It's a pity that it has not been well preserved. It has been exposed to the sun and washed by water. If it is not well maintained, the sound quality is not as good. It’s too late, it’s a pity.”

Just kneel!Director Rong was extremely tired, and wanted this little ancestor to stop irritating us adults.

Gu Qing stood aside, smiling like a sunflower.

The adult is still the same as before, serious in everything, straightforward in speaking, really... so cute!

His chest felt hot, and a layer of blush crept up quietly on his cheeks.

The little girl who played with Ling Feibai patted the ashes on her face, and greeted her excitedly: "You are so good, you can play the flute at such a young age! I think you are better than my vocal teacher." Play it nicely!"

Ling Feibai's complexion remained unchanged, thinking that he had lived for thousands of years, so of course he had a deeper musical attainment than those teachers who had studied for several years.But the truth can't be said casually, otherwise it would be bad if these mortals would be sent to a mental hospital.

"I have liked these musical instruments since I was a child, but of course they are not as good as professional teachers." He replied, "The reason why you think it sounds good is because you only listened to me playing the flute today, and there is no better comparison."

This sentence was automatically beautified and filtered in the ears of others. Director Rong nodded in satisfaction, thinking that this is a good and humble boy.

The next few scenes were all rival scenes between the male protagonists Cui Hao, Gu Qing and others, but it was a pity that they did not go well frequently, and the movements of the several fights were all extremely stiff, stuck there like a piece of wood, with pearls and jade in front, and the director was also rejected. The NG again and again wears away his patience, and he yells.

Cui Hao left the scene with gloomy eyes. His assistant hurriedly handed him a towel and fanned him, but he slapped him back.

"Stop fanning! I'm so annoying! Get out!"

His feet still hurt like hell, but there was no bruise on the surface, which made him always make mistakes in filming, and he could only endure it.

It's enough these days, first being targeted by Gu Qing frequently, and now being severely slapped in the face by this kid.

The angry eyes seemed to be quenched with venom, Cui Hao looked coldly at the little figure standing silently at the side, and suddenly thought of something, his mouth evoked a vicious smile.