half blind

"According to you, her pneumonia is also my problem?" Zhang Honglu roared angrily, "I was treated like a donkey with good intentions, I—"

"Okay, if you keep yelling, I'll hang up now." Zhang Qing interrupted him impatiently, "Tell me what you want."

There was a silence on the other end of the phone, and said, "She still needs time to treat her pneumonia, but our financial situation is also very tight, so..."

Zhang Qing closed his eyes, "How much?"

The other end of the phone paused, "50."

"Too much." Zhang Qing said, "Do you think I'm some kind of first-line star, I can make money walking on the street. One hundred thousand, no more."

Zhang Honglu didn't bargain with him, "That's [-]."

"But I want to see Xuanxuan first." Zhang Qing asked concisely, "Give her the phone and start the video."

Zhang Honglu didn't say anything, and turned on the video.The camera scanned the entire room, and Zhang Qing saw Zhu Ting was wiping the corner of the dining table with a rag as if obsessive-compulsive, while Xuan Xuan was squatting beside the dining table, neither crying nor fussing, playing with her fingers all the time.

Zhang Qing wanted to take a closer look, but Zhang Honglu had already moved the phone away.

"See, I didn't hit her again, and I didn't even scold her." Zhang Honglu said, "I told you, I'm not the kind of irresponsible father. Last time it was just because she was too much. Even if She went too far, and I just gave her a few light slaps, if your mother hadn't been worrying about it, she wouldn't even have to go to the hospital..."

"Okay, I see. The money will be transferred to you, and I will buy her the best food and clothes. When I finish my work, I will pick her up."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qing stared at the phone in a daze for a long time, and suddenly found it funny.Because he suddenly discovered that the longest phone call he had with his biological father turned out to be like a kidnapping call.

At the same time, Zhou Nanchen's live broadcast industry is gradually booming.

In mid-September, when Zhang Qing was busy with various announcements, Zhou Nanchen also received invitations from several companies and programs.

He turned down some invitations to advertise live broadcasts, but accepted a few interviews and beauty shows.

In fact, Zhou Nanchen didn't even want to be on these shows at first.According to him, he is not short of money, as long as he can be his personal makeup artist by Zhang Qing's side all the time.

However, this idea was rejected by Zhang Qing.

"You're willing to be judged by others, but I'm still not willing. A beauty celebrity V with millions of fans doesn't want to pay for her appearance, but sticks to me, what does it look like if it spreads?" Zhang Qing pushed Zhou Nanchen , "Quickly go out and earn money for me, I don't raise lazy people here."

In this way, Zhou Nanchen returned to Huaishui half a month later than originally planned, and Zhang Qing couldn't spare a day to go back and have a look amidst the non-stop announcements.I just heard that Van Gogh was very angry and didn't eat the dried fish. Zhou Nanchen had to coax him for several days before he could coax him.

At the end of September, three days before the recording of the final, the promotion match with Zhang Qing and Bai Yidong started broadcasting.

Zhang Qing's performance once again exploded in the trending searches, but Bai Yidong and his fans were not to be outdone, their names crowded the heads of the trending search columns, and no one would let the other go.

On the night when the promotion match was broadcast, Zhang Qing was alone on the big bed in the apartment in the capital, and ate a whole bag of melon seeds while watching TV.

There are only three days left before the finals, but Zhou Nanchen was recording a beauty show in a city far away from the capital and couldn't make it back.

When the staff list at the end of the film popped out, Zhou Nanchen's video call also came.

"Finished?" Zhang Qing lay on the bed, lazily holding up the phone.

"Well, it's really great." Zhou Nanchen said, "But as someone who saw it live, I would strongly condemn them for taking too many shots of the stage beauty, and cut off a lot of your handsome face."

Zhang Qing smiled, "Come on, flattering me won't give you a raise."

"I saw that you and Bai Yidong are both on the trending list again." Zhou Nanchen said.

"Yeah, that guy just doesn't know how to stop." Zhang Qing sighed, "In the past two days, my private messages have been blown up by his fans."

"Besides, I don't know why, but I saw that someone started knocking on your and Bai Yidong's CP."

Zhang Qing was suddenly happy, "Damn, what kind of mess do you pay attention to all day long?"

"Really, there is also Chaohua, called Dongqing."

"Then Bai Yidong and I, a CP who greets each other's parents every time we meet, shouldn't we be regarded as raising eyebrows?" After speaking, Zhang Qing laughed for a long time.

Zhou Nanchen didn't laugh with him, "They don't understand. They don't know what you've been through."

Zhang Qing's laughter stopped, and neither of them spoke for a long time.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Zhang Qing finally sighed, "I don't read private messages very much now, just close them if they are scolding me."

"But how did I hear that black fans went directly to your place of work to block you?"

Zhang Qing choked for a moment, "Didn't you record the show? Why do you pay attention to these things all day long?"

"No, this is what your fans came to my live broadcast room to tell me."

"Hiss...it will really cause trouble for others." Zhang Qing muttered.

"I didn't find it troublesome, but I was very grateful that they told me specifically." Zhou Nanchen said, "You should also be grateful that you have such a group of fans. They really care about you and don't want you to suffer any harm. Me too."

Zhang Qing was silent.

"I know you are not fragile and fragile, but don't take yourself too seriously. I will... feel bad."

Zhou Nanchen's deep voice echoed in his ears, and Zhang Qing's eyes suddenly turned red.

"I miss you."

"Me too."

"There are still three days to the final, and I'm so nervous."

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

"I'm very scared, I'm afraid I won't win. But I have to win, if I can't win, all my hard work will be in vain. Zhou Nanchen, I'm afraid, I'm terribly afraid."

"No, you still have me." Zhou Nanchen said, "If you can't survive in the entertainment circle, I'll take you to Anshi."

"What are you going to do in Anshi?"

"When I was in college, I met an old farmer. He was very kind. He taught me how to grow fruit trees and praised me for learning quickly. Later, when I graduated, he still reluctantly asked me if I would stay and make a fortune with him. get rich."

Zhang Qing laughed out loud.

"So if you can't get along in the entertainment circle, let's go to Anshi to grow cherries."

"Okay." Zhang Qing wiped away tears.

"So don't be afraid, no matter what the result is, you are you and will not change." Zhou Nanchen paused, "I will always love you."

Zhang Qing's mind went blank for two seconds, and then he realized that Zhou Nanchen had just said something he had never said in seven years.

There is no candlelight dinner, no romantic date, no charming lights, he just said it on a peaceful night, in an ordinary video call, as if it was the most natural thing.

"I love you too." Zhang Qing's voice was a little choked up.

"Mr. Zhang Qing, can you lean your shoulder to your left a little bit?"

"Is that so?"

The photographer Zhao Zhangqing made an OK gesture, buried his head and clicked the shutter.

"OK, let's change another pose next."

"so?"

"Yes, yes, very good!"

In the studio, apart from brief exchanges, there was only the continuous sound of shutters.Spotlights from all directions hit Zhang Qing's face through the reflector. Although it was late autumn, the heat still made his forehead sweat.

Duanmurou pushed the door in with a lunch box and asked the staff beside him in a low voice, "Is the filming over?"

The staff also whispered, "Hurry up, this should be the last one."

Duanmurou nodded, found a chair to sit and wait.Fortunately, the shooting went smoothly this time, and it didn't take long for the photographer to announce that it was over.

Duanmurou handed Zhang Qing a towel, "Are you hungry? Why don't you find a place to eat your lunch first?"

Zhang Qing wiped off his sweat and shook his head, "It's too late, it's already ordered, let's eat in the car."

Duanmurou looked at Zhang Qing, hesitant to speak, and finally nodded.

During the period before and after the final, Zhang Qing stuffed himself with a lot of work, and he was so busy that he didn't leave any time for rest. It seemed that he couldn't concentrate on feeling the pressure of the final.

At six o'clock in the evening, the recording of the finals of the sound of the world began, and at four o'clock Zhang Qing was still filming a fast food endorsement advertisement.

At 04:30, the filming of the endorsement was finally over, and Zhang Qing only had time to drink a cup of yogurt before rushing to the scene of the sound of the world.

As soon as he got into the car, Duanmurou said, "The guitar is next to you. I found someone to fix it. Let's see how it goes."

Zhang Qing turned his head and saw that the guitar that was destroyed by Bai Yidong was lying quietly on the seat next to him.

Although there were still many obvious scars on the panel of the guitar, Zhang Qing picked it up and played it a few times. There was no problem with the pitch and he could play.

"Very well, thanks." Zhang Qing put down the guitar.

"Are you sure you don't want to get a new one?" Duanmurou turned around and said to him, "There is also a good musical instrument store on the road, which also has this brand of guitar—"

"No need, I'm going to use this one to go on stage." Zhang Qing interrupted her.

"Also, have you really thought about singing that song? The final is a live broadcast, maybe the other song we prepared is more suitable..."

"Think it over." Zhang Qing interrupted her, "I've already made up my mind, so you don't need to persuade me."

Duanmurou sighed, "Okay, you have the final say on your final."

The final scene was very lively. Fans, reporters, media and self-media surrounded the surrounding area with only a narrow aisle reserved for the artists.

As soon as Zhang Qing got out of the car, he was surrounded by a group of fans and long guns and short cannons.

"Clear!"

"Brother Qing, look this way!"

"Qingqing I love you!"