half blind

#阿智受自己是张庆makeup artist#

#阿晨表情为张庆发布#

#阿晨边维梦[-]#

#A Chen Zhang Qing#

#A Chen accomplice#

When Zhou Nanchen's live broadcast just ended, or even before it ended, these topics quickly occupied the search square.

At 10:30 in the evening, Zhou Nanchen's live broadcast ended.The door of the room creaked, Zhang Qing wiped his eyes in a panic, and looked up at him.

Zhou Nanchen showed a gentle smile as usual, "How is the preparation for tomorrow's show, are you sure?"

Zhang Qing didn't care what he said, walked over and punched him hard in the chest, "Are you stupid!"

Zhou Nanchen didn't speak.

"Did you fucking ask me for my opinion on doing such a thing?" Zhang Qing punched again, "Didn't you ever think about what I would think, huh?"

"I'm sorry." Zhou Nanchen grabbed his fist.

"You're the only damn sorry, what else can you say besides these three words!" Zhang Qing's eyes were red, "Do you know that getting you involved is the last thing I want to do! Why are you following me so well?" Being scolded together? Are you shaking M?"

Zhou Nanchen grabbed his wrist, held him in his arms, and patted his back comfortingly.

Zhang Qing closed his eyes, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and condensed on Zhou Nanchen's shirt.

"Qing, I don't want to just be the person behind you, I don't want to leave you and your life again. No matter what you have to face, I want to face it with you instead of just being a bystander."

"You fucking don't know what I'm going to face." Zhang Qing punched Zhou Nanchen in the chest again, but his voice became lower and lower, with sobs, "Why do you have to get involved?" Ah? You obviously don't belong here, why do you have to jump into the sea!"

Zhou Nanchen smiled softly, and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Little crying bag."

"You care about me?" Zhang Qing roared hoarsely.

Zhou Nanchen smiled and patted his head.

In fact, Zhou Nanchen knew.

He knew very well that what he jumped into was a filthy and filthy dead sea that was beyond redemption.

I don't know how many people have lost their way here, and how many people have lost their souls here.How many people were still flaunting their power and spending money like water the day before, and all their money was lost overnight.

And the person he loves is chasing hope and light in such a rotten Vanity Fair.

There are too many things in life that cannot be changed, too much helplessness, too much compromise, and too much drifting with the tide.

Gradually everyone becomes numb, because numbness is the only good medicine, and numbness can deceive oneself and others.Sobriety is the most painful disease.

Zhou Nanchen couldn't cure Zhang Qing's pain, but at least he could bear it with him.

Before dawn the next day, a group of contestants came to the recording site early.

It is very different from the last recording, and this round is already a very competitive promotion match.

The players who have made it this far can be said to have excellent strength, and no one knows whether they will be eliminated in this game or someone else.

So at the recording site of the program, the tense atmosphere was very obvious, and the looks of the contestants looking at each other also showed a smell of gunpowder.

Duanmurou was still muttering like an old mother, "You forgot your water bottle in the car! Fortunately, I took a second look before getting out of the car, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to drink your saliva after such a long time."

Zhang Qing couldn't laugh or cry, "That's not the case, it's not that there is no water here."

"Can that catch up with the throat tea I made for you?" Duanmurou stuffed the water glass into Zhang Qing's arms, "Are you nervous? How are you getting ready?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly broke in.

"He's not nervous. Even if he sings two tigers in this game, he can advance, right?"

Before Zhang Qing could turn his head, his left shoulder sank, and an arm rested on it.

"Mo Mao." Zhang Qing unceremoniously took his arm off, "Are you okay with your hangover?"

Mo Mao blushed, "Shit, I wasn't drunk last night!"

"All right, all right, you're not drunk, you're not drunk." Zhang Qing heard it funny, and didn't continue to ask, "How come you can advance to the next level after singing two tigers? When did you have so much confidence in me?"

Mo Mao grinned, "It's not that I have confidence in you, but that the program group will not let you be dismissed at all. You are such a controversial figure, I don't know how much ratings you can bring to the program, so of course we want to keep you It's the final. Isn't that obvious?"

Zhang Qing gave a "tsk", "You little devil doesn't want to learn, but you can learn these things quickly."

Mo Mao giggled, as if he was being praised.

"It's just your inference, you can't just make serious preparations just because of this unfounded inference!" Duanmu Rou raised his face, "Both of you have to prepare well for me, do you hear me?"

Mo Mao was still giggling, "Brother Zhang, if I prepare well, what if I beat you down? Then I feel so guilty."

Zhang Qing smiled, "If Cen Shang hadn't come, this statement would still be credible. If Cen Shang is here, you should focus all your attention on him, right?"

Mo Mao became impatient when he heard this. If he hadn’t taken care of the people next to him, Zhang Qing felt that he could jump three feet high immediately, “What nonsense are you talking about! And last night I went back and fell asleep, and he also ..."

"He too?" Zhang Qing and Duanmurou asked in unison.

"Anyway, when I woke up this morning, I found that he slept on the sofa last night." Mo Mao said dryly.

Zhang Qing and Duanmurou looked at each other, and clicked their tongues at the same time—Cen Shang, are you not good enough, Cen Shang?

"Oh, I won't tell you this anymore, I have to prepare the show, let's go!" Mo Mao waved his hands impatiently, and slipped away like oiling the soles of his feet.

Zhang Qing smiled, and turned around to see Zhou Nanchen walking over with big bags.

"Hey, didn't I tell you to come later and just go directly to the auditorium?"

"I'll do your makeup."

Zhang Qing pretended to be surprised and said, "But the program team has already arranged a makeup artist."

"Push it."

"What should I do if I'm all marked?"

"Unloaded." Zhou Nanchen said succinctly, and moved a small bench to sit in front of Zhang Qing, with large and small cosmetic boxes and cosmetic bags on the side.

Zhang Qing suppressed a smile and shook his shoulders for a long time, coughed dryly for a long time before closing his eyes and letting Zhou Nanchen put on makeup.

After putting on their makeup, the contestants took turns to borrow the stage for rehearsal.Compared with other players, Zhang Qing's pressure was really not too great. He only walked once and thought it was ok, so he came down and gave up the field to others.

It can be seen that the contestants participating this time have put in all their energy, and there is a posture that they will not give up until their heads are broken and bloody.

But what's strange is that Zhang Qing didn't see Bai Yidong all morning.Whether it was preparation time or rehearsals, he was never seen on stage.

"Not bad, I thought the song you prepared was a bit unique, but I didn't expect the rehearsal to be so good." Duanmurou handed him the water glass.

"Maverick is not a shortcoming on this show." Zhang Qing drank a few gulps, "This is not a good voice, and the audience doesn't want to see your singing skills, they come to watch the performance, everyone What you want is to be unique.”

The theme of this promotion competition is "soul", soul.The performance of the contestants is required to show their own souls and shake the hearts of the audience.

The theme this time is not as confusing as the previous two recordings.It can be seen from the rehearsal that the contestants are really the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers, and many performances have indeed moved Zhang Qing.

But he still didn't know what kind of performance Bai Yidong chose.Or someone like Bai Yidong—does he still have a soul?

"How long is it until the program starts recording?" Zhang Qing asked.

"There's still an hour left, don't worry." Duanmurou said, "Are you hungry? How about I go out and buy you something to eat?"

"I don't want to eat. An empty stomach before the performance is good for performance." Zhang Qing waved his hand, "Kong Yishan should have come by now, right?"

"Come on, I saw him when I entered the stage just now." Zhou Nanchen pointed in one direction, "Go to the judges lounge."

"I'll go find him and I'll be back soon." Zhang Qing said, put the water glass on the table and stood up.

"Why are you looking for him?" But before Zhang Qing took a step forward, Zhou Nanchen grabbed his wrist.

"It's nothing, I just want to discuss with him about the follow-up cooperation." Zhang Qing sighed, "It's really okay, it's only an hour before we leave the recording, are you still worried about what he will do to me in broad daylight?"

But Zhou Nanchen still didn't let go.

"I promise you, if there is anything, I will definitely tell you." Zhang Qing held the hand instead, "I won't keep it from you, okay?"

"If there is anything, you must tell me." Zhou Nanchen repeated, and then let go of his hand.

"I'll be back soon." Zhang Qing patted the back of Zhou Nanchen's hand.

The judges' rest area is not far from the backstage, and there is a corridor connecting it.At this time, most of the contestants were nervously preparing for the show, so there were no people in this area except for a few staff members who ran past in small steps.

Zhang Qing was not very familiar with the neighborhood, so he had to wander around looking for it.

The signs of the staff were quite clear. It didn't take long for Zhang Qing to see a row of rooms with the names of the judges written on them.

He was about to look for a room with Kong Yishan written on it, when a door suddenly opened, and the person walking out of it turned out to be——Bai Yidong.

Bai Yidong's hair was a little disheveled, his shirt buttons were not buttoned properly, his expression was hurried, and he almost bumped into Zhang Qing.

"Bai Yidong?" Zhang Qing blurted out in shock.

Bai Yidong was stunned for a moment, and then what appeared on his face was not the embarrassment of being smashed, but an arrogant mockery.

"You're late." With a smile on his lips, he glanced at Zhang Qing triumphantly, and walked away.

Zhang Qing stood there in a daze for several seconds before realizing what Bai Yidong meant by "I'm late".Almost instantly, anger rushed from his chest to his throat.