The door of the private room was still open, and he stopped screaming at the woman in the bakery that he wanted to love her to death, and started to spend the night in Beijing.
Most of the chorus here has already passed, and the subtitles on the screen slowly changed from white to green, but no one sang a single note.
Jiahe was holding popcorn in his left hand and a red microphone in his right hand.
He actually forgot how to sing this song.
After a few seconds, I stumbled along and hummed a few words.
The effect was really on par with the woman opposite.
No matter where the tune was, I could sing the wrong words even while looking at the screen.
It was considered a talent.
"Give me the microphone."
Yi Wenze walked into the private room and suddenly said to Qiao Qiao.
Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, then noticed that the black microphone was also in his hand, and hurriedly handed it to him.
Yi Wenze was not looking at the big screen, but he seemed to know every word and key point of the melody.
He sang effortlessly, with a low voice, a little tired from the journey.
Jiahe didn't dare to make any more mistakes and sang carefully and nervously.
The two people's harmonies were in perfect harmony, and the effect was unexpectedly good.
The door of the private room was not closed yet.
Someone passed by and saw Yi Wenze outside the door.
He immediately stopped excitedly to listen to the song.
They came and went, and soon they were surrounded on three floors inside and outside. v sings his ex-wife's song with other women, in full view of everyone, naturally no one is willing to let go of this kind of gossip.
It wasn't until the song was almost finished that Ah Qing realized something was wrong.
He closed the door with a smile and leaned up, covering the transparent glass on the door and separating the fans and spectators from the private room. outside.
At the end of v, under the golden sunshine, Tianchu raised his head and shouted "I love you".
Jiahe was still holding the popcorn bucket, staring at the ending in a daze.
It wasn't until it switched to the KTV commercial that he put the microphone on the table and continued to eat popcorn with his head down.
It is no longer clear who ordered the song "Daylight" just now.
After the chorus, one of the two people sat in the corner of the sofa next to the door, holding popcorn and eating it.
The other stood aside and handed the microphone to the person next to him. .
"Teacher Yi should really release an album, it will definitely be a hit."
Qiaoqiao clumsily took a bottle of beer and handed it to Yi Wenze.
As she spoke, she kicked Jiahe and motioned for her to make room for Yi Wenze to sit. .
It's not that Jiahe didn't understand what she meant, but with so many people blatantly asking Yi Wenze to sit next to her, she really couldn't help it.
But seeing Yi Wenze standing with a bottle of wine, she couldn't bear it and struggled repeatedly.
Finally, the idol defeated everything.
He squeezed closer to Qiaoqiao, raised his head and said with a smile: "Teacher Yi, sit here."
Yi Wenze said thank you and sat next to Jiahe without any hesitation.
There were a lot of people here tonight, and the private room was obviously not big enough.
Everyone was huddled together on the sofa.
In fact, she was not a very fussy person, nor was it the feudal era where men and women were not allowed to be intimate, but as soon as Yi Wenze sat next to her, she began to feel uncomfortable, her neck was stiff and she could only stare at the big screen, but she didn't know that she what are you looking at Ah Qing had sneaked to the karaoke table early in the morning, and Yi Wenze was sitting at the door.
There were still a few people walking by intentionally outside the door.
They must have heard that Yi Wenze was here.
From time to time, they glanced through the glass, but he He drank beer calmly.
Because he was wearing a peaked cap and sitting, no one outside the door could recognize him, so he gave up after a few glances.
Due to the effects of alcohol, people got up and came in and out from time to time, either to smoke or to go to the bathroom.
Yi Wenze's position obviously blocked the door, so he naturally moved closer to Jiahe.
Jiahe immediately squeezed towards Qiaoqiao again as if he was electrocuted.
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"Qiao Qiao, you are almost sitting on my lap."
Assistant director Cheng Hao coughed.
Qiao Qiao glanced at Jiahe bitterly, stood up, and said meaningfully: "It's so crowded, I'll go out and stand."
Cheng Hao thought she was talking about him, so he was too embarrassed to stand up: "You sit down, I'll go out and stand."
The two people moved around, but neither sat down again, leaving a large space empty for Jiahe and Yi Wenze.
The rest of the people did not dare to sit here because of the embarrassment of ordering the song just now, which formed a strange scene: only two people were sitting on one third of the couch, and there was a luxurious gap between them.
The remaining two-thirds of the space was filled with sardine cans "Are you writing a new play?"
Yi Wenze said suddenly, looking at the big screen.
Jiahe hummed, and suddenly felt that his answer was very pretentious, so he quickly added: "It's already in Tianshu, and it's still in ancient costume."
Yi Wenze raised one corner of his mouth and smiled lightly: "You like costume dramas very much."
Jiahe smiled and said: "When I was a kid, I was obsessed with a phrase: Feather fan and silk scarf, and when we were talking and laughing, the rafts and oars were turned into ashes."
Since then, I have been fond of costume dramas, especially the characters who stand up to fight against thousands of troops
.
"
Yi Wenze took a sip of beer.
The 330 bottle fit just right in his hand.
The dark green bottle of Heineken shone through the light of the screen, and was as clear as glass.
Jiahejing looked at him, remembering the scene in junior high school when he poked the TV with his finger and shouted Yi Wenze, and he blushed for some reason.
Fortunately, it's very dark here, so you can't see the blush.
"My motherland is wandering in my mind, and I am affectionate.
I should laugh at me, and I will be born early.
Life is like a dream, and a statue still shines in the moonlight."
He read the next sentence in a low voice, shook his head slightly, and smiled half-self-deprecatingly: "I used to act in a play. , memorize this sentence.”
"Mo Shaoan" She has watched all of Yi Wenze's plays, so she naturally knows every role.
Mo Shaoan's drama was a drama about the Republic of China.
It was about a decadent Shanghai and a family member with a heroic complex.
She could even remember the details of the scene in which Yi Wenze recited this poem.
Yi Wenze turned his head to look at her, his dark pupils full of tiny lights, so beautiful that it was eye-popping: "Do you like this character, Mo Shaoan?"
"I like it.
I like characters with a certain degree of moral obsessiveness.
Men who can restrain themselves are more attractive," Jiahe analyzed seriously.
"It was because of this kind of moral obsessiveness that Mo Shaoan failed in such a big environment.
The conflict is clear."
Yi Wenze laughed and said slowly: "I mean, as an audience, do you like him?"
When Jiahe asked him this question, he realized that she had another occupational disease: "Sorry, I have an occupational disease.
As an audience member," she met his gaze and cursed in her heart since it was played by an idol, so of course everything is fine.
While pretending to be calm, he took a glass of red wine, just to quench his thirst and embarrassment, "I like it very much, especially the scene where he boards the ship and leaves China."
It was in that scene that Yi Wenze, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, read Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic in front of the sea.
The hatred of family, country, and love between children are all gone in one poem.
When she returned home at night, Qiaoqiao slept in her room.
She smelled of alcohol, and lay on the bed in a daze, looking at Jiahe who continued to type hard: "Your idol is really a high-quality idol, and you are so good to your fans."
Jiahe stared at the screen without looking back: "Of course."
"My boss doesn't like scandals and hype, otherwise today's scene would be really good news," Qiao Qiao pouted, dizzyingly analyzing, "Look at the recently released Qing Dynasty drama, there are many scandals between the director and the actress. red."
Jiahe didn't answer.
The chat with Yi Wenze tonight gave her an idea for the script.
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If she didn't write it down quickly, it would be too late.
Because Qiao Qiao wanted to sleep, she only turned on the desk lamp and stared at the screen while typing without blinking.
She didn't finish it until she had almost 2,000 words.
When she looked up again, she realized that her neck was already extremely sore.
She stretched and looked at the time.
It was not yet one o'clock, just in time to get a massage.
This crew is pretty good.
They hired three masseurs to follow the crew at the hotel.
As long as we go there at two o'clock, there will be no problem.
There is a show tomorrow.
Most people are asleep at this time, so the masseur should be free.
Jiahe thought like this, stood up and poked Qiaoqiao, who was covered in quilt: "I'm going to go out for a massage.
Open the door for me later."
Qiao Qiao snorted twice, and finally heard it.
Jiahe turned her phone from vibrate to the maximum volume, and then she went out with peace of mind.
Anyway, she was walking through the hotel, so she didn't pay attention to it, only wearing sportswear. and slippers, quickly walked to the massage room and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door was opened.
The curtains of this room were opened.
Standing in the room, you could clearly see the crescent moon with a halo, as well as the large tracts of white snow in the middle of the night.
It turns out that it has already snowed.
When she looked away, she realized that there was another person on the innermost massage table, with a coat and cap thrown away.
When he heard the sound, he raised his head, smiled slightly, and made a silent gesture.
The three are all male blind masseuses, and no one except Jiahe can see his gestures.
Jiahe looked at him blankly, not quite understanding what he meant, but still cooperated and remained silent.
"I heard that the starring role this time is Yi Wenze," the person massaging Jiahe motioned her to lie on the bed, and continued to say to the person massaging Yi Wenze, "Isn't he your idol?"
The person next to Yi Wenze smiled and said, "It's not me, it's my daughter."
"After the filming is finished, please ask the crew for an autograph."
"Forget it," the man smiled innocently and whispered, "I heard from my daughter that her idol is going through a divorce recently, which will definitely affect her mood.
Let's talk about it next time when we have a chance."
After the two of them finished speaking, they continued to work quietly.
Turns out we were discussing him Seeing that she understood, Yi Wenze lowered his head and continued to rest.
At this time, Jiahe's masseur also carefully put a long bath towel on her and began to ask in a low voice where to focus the massage.
Jiahe said something about her neck and buried her head.
This feeling is very strange.
There are obviously many people in the room, but the communication between me and him is as if there is no one else around, like ordinary friends.
Jiahe sighed sweetly in his heart, it turned out that he and his idol had become friends.
Just like this, amidst the waves of soreness and numbness from being pressed, she was in a daze, as if she had returned to the summer nights when she was a teenager, holding a skateboard on Dongdan Street in Beijing, chatting with a group of good friends, accompanied by late night The cool breeze is comfortable and comfortable.
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