After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

The seaside is windy and cloudy, and the weather changes very quickly. Often there is still a sunny day on the half side, and the heavy cloud has arrived on the east side, and the rain curtain is pouring down with a swish.

This was the case today, Qiao Zhihuan first felt a drop of cool water on his forehead, before the drop rolled down, the heavy rain had already poured down.

The rain at the seaside is different from the drizzle in the inland. The inland rain is gentle and drizzle, while the rain at the seaside is violent and does not give you a chance to breathe. .

"Why is it raining?"

"One has already given up..."

"Zhao Yingjie can't even open his eyes..."

The rain is too fast, if you open your eyes forcibly, if the rain gets into your eyes, under the stinging pain, you may not even be able to maintain your expression, not to mention your dancing posture and rhythm.

Qiao Zhihuan simply closed her eyes.

After losing sight, all senses are magnified.

The rain pulled over his body, the wind tore and howled, and the rain fell on his face, making it difficult to breathe and suffocate.

But the music didn't stop.

The music didn't stop, and the performance would never stop no matter whether the sword was in flames or the mountains were roaring with tsunamis.

The lyrics began to repeat his favorite line: "When I open my eyes, I am lost, and when I close my eyes, I am a dream."

"I don't know whether tomorrow is the way forward or despair"

Memories of the past are chaotically revived in the torrential rain.

For a shot, he fell off the sea cliff, choked a mouthful of sea water deep into his lungs, he floated up and down in the sea, and swam desperately back to the shore, his arms were covered with water plants, his light shirt was covered with gravel, and he lay on the shore After coughing deeply for a long time, he climbed the sea cliff again.

In order to master the center of gravity, he practiced from a few tens of centimeters above the ground, increasing the height little by little, and using the weight of his life to test the purity of his love.

There is also the Kennedy Center for the Arts. On the night before the performance, he rehearsed alone on the light stand all night. When it was about to dawn, he took a nap on the light stand less than 10 centimeters for four to [-] minutes. The blue spots were covered up little by little, enduring the pain and stepping on the cheers of thousands of people and rushing into the spotlight.

And that day, Ye Cike's words: "Adam is a dry wasteland, full of his sensitivity, his inspiration, his pain and emotions, just waiting for a spark or a strong wind."

There is no genius in this world, only persistent efforts and a gust of igniting emotions.

Then, the wind came.

At that moment, Qiao Zhihuan immediately "disappeared". Together with the music, he melted into the pouring rain.

The students felt numb all over.

On the stage, there was half cloud and half rain, and the rain flowers formed a mist all over Qiao Zhihuan's body. When the sun shone, the mist was like a dream, like a colorful cloud satin.

His hair is full of light spots, fireworks are shining on his shoulders, the heavy rain presses down on the sky, washes the earth, but cannot quench his burning light.

This is simply the rain of God.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the director stood up with a bang, and glanced at the machine first.

Fortunately, Deputy Director Dang considered that the place is near the sea and the weather is changeable. Before the recording started, a pergola was set up where the photographers and students were.

He hesitated whether to call a stop, and suddenly found that everyone's state was not right. It was raining so heavily. It seemed that no one except him noticed the rain. Everyone was immersed in it. Even the photographer was holding the machine stiffly. He stared blankly at the dancer in front of him.

He just glanced at it and was deeply shocked.

Lei Gan has been in the industry for 25 years and has dealt with all kinds of artists, big and small, some of them full of aura and some of them are seasoned, but now it is becoming more and more difficult for him to catch his eyes.

But at that moment, he was dazed for a moment.

The heavy rain covered the ground with silver flowers.

Ye Cike and Qiao Zhihuan stood in the rain, dancing with the sky.

He seemed to see an unquenchable fire.

The music was about to stop, and I saw Qiao Zhihuan stepping on the penultimate drumbeat, kicking the ground lightly, and the water on the ground seemed to be tapped by a dragonfly, swaying layers of spray.

Director Lei deduced Qiao Zhihuan's intentions from his movements. With such a heavy rain, the ground was full of water. Under such circumstances, would he have to do technical moves? !

Not to mention that this is a selection of idols, even if a serious national dancer is here, it is very likely to lose balance, make a mistake and slip!

After Qiao Zhihuan kicked off the ground, he hit his hands immediately, and then his speed and strength exploded at the same time as his core.

At the same time as it was turned over, a string of crystal water splashes was brought up in the air, forming a half standard circle, and then Qiao Zhihuan landed steadily along with the raindrops.

A large swath of rain flowers exploded around him, and he opened his eyes suddenly with the last drumbeat.

In an instant, the rain cleared and the rain cleared.

The sun is his believer, from below, it illuminates his body, shoulders, neck, and face little by little.

His eyelashes were covered with raindrops, and the rain dripped across his face like hot tears, and there was light in his eyes.

The music has stopped for a long time, and the follow-up camera has not responded, and the red light is still on to record.

A destructive rainstorm has turned into an audio-visual enjoyment for adults and heaven. Everyone's eyes are still focused on him, and they are still immersed in strong shock.

Two crisp applause.

Director Lei stood up at some point and applauded slowly and heavily.

It was only at this time that the crowd came to their senses. Everyone stood up together and burst into cheers. It was unknown who started it. The cheers quickly turned into chorus, and the audience was filled with "Little Immortal!" "Little Immortal! "The neat shouts.

Qiao Zhihuan didn't bother to salute, and opened his arms first, and hugged the student who insisted on jumping to the end in the heavy rain. When he turned around, Ye Cike had borrowed a towel from the staff, and the two exchanged hugs lightly through the towel , Qiao Zhihuan said in relief: "Ms. Ye has worked hard."

The hug was released immediately, Ye Cike took advantage of the situation and wrapped him in a towel: "Don't catch a cold."

Qiao Zhihuan nodded, and just as she was about to ask the staff for another towel, a cry came from the side of the student stands.

Everyone looked sideways at the same time, only to see Zhao Yingjie squatting by the wall, weeping uncontrollably.

The nearby students talked a lot: "...what's wrong with him."

"Ask for a camera."

"The pressure is too great, and I met Qiao Zhihuan again, so my mentality has collapsed."

"No, he didn't sleep yesterday. He practiced really hard. Who knew that there was such a heavy rain... hey."

"It's fine if they all collapse, but the two next to them..."

Everyone sighed.

Before coming to the island, Zhao Yingjie was a seed player, and there were always rumors of "royal family" among the students, which made his interpersonal relationship always delicate.

He leaned against the wall and cried for a long time, except for the eldest brother in the same company, no one came up to comfort him.

Zhao Yingjie wiped away his tears, tried his best to shut up and suppress his crying, but he still twitched violently twice. He was about to support the wall and stand up when a hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

Qiao Zhihuan didn't say a word, she lowered her eyes to look at him, and just handed him a hand, neither inviting nor forcing.

"You don't need to pretend to be kind." Zhao Yingjie turned his face sideways and accidentally twitched again.

"Zhao Yingjie."

Hearing his full name suddenly, Zhao Yingjie subconsciously shuddered.Looking up, I saw Qiao Zhihuan lowered his head, staring at him almost scrutinizingly, "Zhao Yingjie, do you have any objections to me, I mean me personally?"

These words seemed to stop him, Zhao Yingjie squatted by the wall, holding his knees in a daze for several seconds, then lowered his head and shook his head with difficulty.

"Then get up. A setback is nothing." Qiao Zhihuan passed her hand forward.

That hand looked white and slender, covered with cold and greasy rain, but if you looked closely, you would find that there was a thin layer of calluses on the base of Qiao Zhihuan's fingers and the top of her palm.

That is the imprint left by hard work on the pole in the practice room for a long time, and it is the thin cocoon that everyone who has worked hard on dance has.

Zhao Yingjie followed that hand up, against the setting sun, as if seeing his face clearly for the first time.

His eyebrows were carefully drawn, his expression was stable, only the light was burning in his eyes, this light Zhao Yingjie was very familiar with, it was the light ignited by faith.

Zhao Yingjie took his hand, Qiao Zhihuan pulled him up, and wrapped him in a towel.

Under everyone's surprised eyes, Qiao Zhihuan confessed to Zhao Yingjie's brother in the same company in a low voice: "He is too young, so hurry up and take him to change clothes, you'd better drink some hot soup, if you catch a cold, it would be bad to delay the recording later." gone."

After Zhao Yingjie left, the rainwater on the venue was also cleaned up. After consulting the students, the recording continued.

Just as Qiao Zhihuan sat down, Ye Cike handed over a cup of hot black tea: "Warm up first."

"Thank you, Teacher Ye, for your help." Qiao Zhihuan quickly took it and blew impatiently.Although the weather is hot now, it is still uncomfortable to pour a cold rain suddenly.

While drinking tea to warm up, Ye Cike asked, "Why help him?"

"Didn't you hear what the student said, he also practiced all night." Qiao Zhihuan said with a cup of tea, "All efforts are worthy of recognition, no matter what the result is. This kid...is just too persistent, and he didn't want to turn around for a while."

A student next to him whispered, "But because of him, we went to the haunted house."

Qiao Zhihuan shook his head: "Without him, there would have been Liu Yingjie and Wang Yingjie. It's not his fault. He's just a poor man caught in the ropes of profit. Think about it, he just turned 16 years old. Consider the age of studying."

Some people were dissatisfied, and Wei Lingsu added seriously: "The cowardly are angry and draw their swords at the weaker ones. The brave are angry and only draw their swords at the stronger ones. The past is over, there is nothing to discuss." [ 1]

"No, it's not over yet."

Qiao Zhihuan turned around and deliberately faced some people who yelled exaggeratedly and deliberately divided the atmosphere of the haunted house students and the students who stayed in the base: "We had a hard time last night, and the students in the base didn't have a better life. The same stayed up all night, the same Work hard. Under the same difficult proposition, we are opponents and comrades-in-arms. The atmosphere at the seaside was very good last night. We cheered each other on and practiced hard together. I hope there will be such healthy competition in the future.”

When everyone heard what he said, their eyes lit up.

"However." Qiao Zhihuan emphasized, "If I find out that someone engages in small groups, or uses me to suppress others and satisfy their own desires, on behalf of myself, I will not bother with such people."

The few who booed the loudest immediately turned into quails and did not dare to make a sound.

The students who stayed at the base listened and pretended to be surprised: "It's no wonder you have made so much progress. It turned out that Qiao Zhihuan taught it!"

"That's right, if we had Qiao Zhihuan give advice, maybe the pen-hold shooting would be different."

"I picked some moves." Qiao Zhihuan raised her voice, overpowering the base students' comments, "But they learned it by themselves, and they practiced hard. The biggest contributors are themselves."

The few base students were devastated on the spot, and they didn't dare to speak any more.

The recording continued, and a new batch of students appeared on stage.

Thousands of kilometers away, the clock moved to six o'clock, and the busy oriental city was lit up, and countless people received a push message on their mobile phones, tablets, and Weibo at the same time:

The first feature film of "Made in Stars" is officially launched!