Rebirth of the National Male God

Yangzi was a young man of twenty-five and sixty. When Qin Fan's dark eyes were staring at him, cold sweat broke out. He stood up straight in an instant, and gave a military salute to Qin Fan, "I made the call to report to the chief. Because of the situation of the chief at the time, I had to ask for help. I thought the number 1 button was the general's number. Who knows... …"

Qin Fan didn't have any expressions, but the more expressionless, the more scary he was, "What did you tell him?"

Yoko: "General, it's happening again!"

Qin Fan: "...This time you made a great contribution. After I go back, I will personally teach you three-day fighting skills."

Yoko looked like the sky was falling down, "Chief! I don't need to bother you personally..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Qin Fan sipped.

Yangzi suddenly resembled a wilted eggplant.

Qin Fan stared at his mobile phone and wandered.

Originally, he didn't want the child to know his illness. Who knows, how long has it been exposed? Not only is it exposed, but the child's behavior seems to have been known a long time ago, along with his effect on himself.

At this time, Qin Fan, who had calmed down, remembered what happened half a month ago. He learned from Guo Chengxiong that the child was killed and was taken away by Dou Wenqing. At that time, he only had time to call the current head of the Dou family. There was a sudden situation, and he could not tolerate a little distraction. In order to complete the task early, and for the inexplicable mood of going back to see the child earlier, he didn't have a good rest for half a month. The high concentration of workload made him fall into a state of madness.

This time the state was not at the point where the enemy and the enemy were indifferent. He clearly remembered that the mission had been perfectly completed. Otherwise, this group of people would not use his mobile phone to make calls at this time.

"Leave the aftermath to Zhang Chuan and go back." Qin Fan looked at the V-blog private message from half a month ago and the missed call displayed on his mobile phone, and his heart felt like being tortured to see the child.

Of course the others have no objection.

In this battle, Qin Fan took the lead in leading the audience, but they didn't do much work, especially to keep up with the highly concentrated Qin Fan, both mentally and physically.

"After I go back, I have to apply for a holiday. It's been a long time since I saw my girlfriend. If someone digs into the wall, it will be over!"

"Hahaha! Just like you, it's not surprising to be dug into the wall!"

"Hey, Yoko, don't think about taking a holiday. Didn't you hear from the chief that you want to reward you personally."

"Ahhhhh! You bunch of human and unrighteous bastards!"

Qin Fan looked at the squabbles of a group of rough guys expressionlessly, the only thought that emerged from the bottom of his heart was: go back and fix them one by one.

How can there be the slightest thought of not getting it.

Sure enough, children are different.

Qin Fan's mind turned, and Emperor Gao Leng didn't reveal the slightest thoughts on his face.

The reason why Si Huang hung up Qin Fan's phone was because he felt that since the other party was sober, there was no need to continue talking. Secondly, there was a new call from the mobile phone, which was from Grandma Yu.

"Grandma." Si Huang answered the phone.

"Little Phoenix, come to the school's 101 studio, grandma is waiting for you here." Grandma Yu's cheerful voice sounded.

From the sound quality of the phone, Si Huang could feel her happiness, "Okay, I'll be here soon."

After hanging up the phone, Si Huang said to Yu Yu: "Go to Huaxing."

Feather stood up quickly.

After ten minutes, Si Huang and Yu En arrived.

As the final exam approached, the filming of "Red Moon" also temporarily slowed down, allowing the students of Huaxing Art School to concentrate on preparing for the exam. Today was supposed to be a holiday time for the "Red Moon" filming crew, but the arrival of Ke Sihuang still attracted the attention of the students of Huaxing Art School. When the professor in the class found that the number of students in his class had been seriously reduced, he immediately thought of the reason-now there is only one person who can make the students of Huaxing Art School absent.

Studio 101.

After Si Huang knocked on the door, the door opened from the inside.

"Come here." It was Grandma Yu who opened the door. As soon as she saw Si Huang, she took her hand excitedly, "It took half a month, and I finally didn't lose face in front of you little guys, look now."

She handed the sheet music on the table to Si Huang.

Si Huang first paid polite greetings to the vice-principal in the recording studio and Tie Lao, and then carefully read the music score given by Grandma Yu.

This look is fascinating, bring the rhythm and beats into my mind, and get familiar with the simulation a little bit.

After five or six minutes, Si Huang returned to his senses and saw that Grandma Yu and others were waiting for herself, "Sorry, I..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Grandma Yu knew what she was trying to say, and she waved her hand and said with a smile: "How do you feel? Do you feel it?"

"Very good, really." Si Huang raised his head, his eyes were bright and serious when he said this.

Tie Lao and the vice principal both smiled.

They are certainly full of confidence in the work they have made together, but Si Huang's attitude still won their favor.

"Let me just say, even if you have retired for a few years, you are still a treasured sword." Grandma Yu asked Si Huang with a smile on her face, "But the difficulty of this song is not small. Does Little Phoenix think there is a problem?"

Si Huang smiled, "If there is any problem, it is up to your grandmother to judge."

Grandma Yu pointed to the recording studio, "Let’s try a cappella. Don’t be nervous for the first time. I didn’t ask you to do well. Grandma wants to see how high your voice can be. According to Grandma’s experience, Little Phoenix’s The sound is absolutely adaptable to high and low."

Si Huang nodded and walked into the other side of the glass isolation.

A few minutes of careful observation has made her memorize the lyrics and melody, but she still put the sheet music on the shelf in front of the condenser microphone.

Outside the glass window, Grandma Yu made a gesture to indicate that she could start.

Si Huang took a breath, then looked at the music score and spoke to the condenser microphone.

A low muffled hum, instantly stimulated the physiological reactions of the few people outside Grandma Yu, and goose bumps appeared.

Grandma Yu's eyes widened, her eyes full of affection and appreciation, and the vice principal's face became serious.

A person’s voice is good, but singing may not be good. Grandma Yu would believe that Si Huang could sing because of her rich experience, but Si Huang's real performance still exceeded her expectations.

This song contains the essence of several elderly people. The lyrics are not too many. The prelude is hummed to the extremely difficult dolphin sound, and the spooky melody is revealed in the beauty. The lyrics are fresh and full of vitality, contradictory. The combination, difficult singing skills, and rich and varied emotions make this song sure to become a classic but also proves its difficulty.

Originally, Grandma Yu was 70% sure that Si Huang could sing this song well, but she never thought that she could achieve this effect in the first attempt.

The humming of the prelude is low and magnetic, and the charm of the voice alone is enough to make people fascinated. Entering the lyrics part, you can accurately grasp the changing melody, one pause, one fast, one slow, one high and one low, always come so casually and strangely and not against the harmony, full of an exotic style, as if you are in Amidst the goblins and ghosts, there was a hint of life in the haze, like crazy and cold.

"Ah -" Si Huang opened his mouth and shouted when the dolphin sound in the middle part.

The vice-principal's heart shook, and he accidentally hit something with his arm. He didn't pay attention, but stared at Si Huang with wide eyes.

How could this not-so-strong body possess such a powerful lung capacity and an explosive voice! ?

The high time is like a roaring deep sea, shaking people's hearts and minds. At low times, it is like a sea monster's throat clearing, drifting and fascinating, willing to sink into the night sea.

Songs have an expressive power that is more touching than words, and it has been so since ancient times. Because of this, songs have never left people's lives. It’s just that modern songs are too rampant. More and more singers or composers are no longer pursuing quality. They only care about mass production of profits. Many times you hear that a song is similar in nature to another, and it is difficult to give it to people. Bring a deep impression.

The reason for this may be the composer's carelessness, but the most important point lies in the singer.

A simple and simple lyrics song, once it is sung by a singer who has a superb singing ability and is deeply involved in his own feelings, it will make people feel different.

Grandma Yu asked Si Huang to try it at first, but wanted her to try the rhythm and resonance of the song "The Crying of the Red Moon" first.

Who knew this would be the case now! ?

The three old men and Yuen in the recording studio lost their words, and their minds and five senses were captured by the person separated by a piece of glass.

She had closed her eyes and didn't need to continue reading the music score, as if the lyrics and melody were already familiar to her heart.

Sadness, madness, tolerance, gentleness... The perfect transformation and emotional fusion, all from the sensual singing to infect all listeners.

None of the people in the recording studio knew that at this time the courses of Huaxing Art School were paralyzed again.

After the first voice from the lecturer, the professor or the students, all the work and words were silently stopped.

There is no background music, only the voice of a cappella sings into everyone's ears through the broadcast.

It is clear when it screams, low when it falls, ghostly when it changes, magnetism when humming, and gentle when singing...A song is no longer the lyrics, but a feast of emotions.

From her singing, rhythm and melody, I can feel her emotions, when joyful, sad, lost, letting go... some sensual girls laugh and cry unconsciously, until the end of the song, Huaxingyi How many young people in the school burst into tears unknowingly, and then heard Si Huang's and a little low-pitched voice on the radio, "How?"

"Ahhhhhhh! Your Majesty! Your Majesty sang it!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, why the lyrics are positive, but I feel so heartache, ouuuuu!"

"Your Majesty! Good! Very good! Really great! I love you!"

Even if they knew that Si Huang on the radio couldn't hear his own words, there were still a group of people who couldn't help yelling in excitement, and couldn't think of conveying their thoughts.

The people in the studio still don't know about this oolong.

Grandma Yu's eyes looking at Si Huang are full of complexity, and there is water and light in the music. Artists are always more emotional than ordinary people, and they are more likely to be brought into certain emotions.

"Little Phoenix."

"Ok?"

"Do you like the profession of actor and movie star?"

"Well, I like it very much."

She has no expression of excitement how she loves this job, and a smile in her soft voice allows the students in Huaxing Art School to feel her love even if they can't see her expression.

Grandma Yu’s face is more complicated, and her eyes also reveal a struggle, “Your talent in singing is not worse than acting. It can even be said to be better than acting. Acting skills can be cultivated, but a person’s voice and Your voice is natural, and you have the talent to make everyone in the singing world jealous."

"Do you know what grandma said?"

At this moment, the Huaxing Art School students who heard Grandma Yu's words were also silent.

They only finished listening to Si Huang's singing, and they totally agreed with Grandma Yu's words, and understood what Grandma Yu meant.

A person's energy is limited. There are no three stars in the showbiz, but few can become superstars.

They all know Si Huang’s talent in acting, and now they find that her talent in singing is so strong that people can’t even be jealous. No matter which one they choose to give up, even they themselves feel extremely sorry. , But if Si Huangdu were to go both ways, it would very likely ruin her star path and ruin her as a person.

Sanxi stars do not go far, not only miscellaneous but not refined, but also because they want to go far too tired and too stressful, it is easy to crush a person and crazily.

Originally, Grandma Yu didn't want to say such things to make Si Huang entangled, but as a musician, she really couldn't hold it back. She was too reluctant to bear this unique and beautiful singing. It was okay if she didn't find it. Once she found out, she chose to bury it and ignore it. It can't be done anyway.

Everyone is waiting for Si Huang's answer.

Si Huang was indeed silent for a few seconds behind the glass window. Grandma Yu thought she was struggling and thinking. No one knew that she was just thinking about certain things and certain people.

"I originally intended to enter the singing world." Si Huang regained his senses, and met Grandma Yu's complicated eyes.

Seeing the tangled expressions of the people behind the glass window, she laughed, "I like acting, I like singing, I like to be loved by fans, and I like to stand on the stage and be followed by people."

Grandma Yu was stunned.

They didn't expect that Si Huang would say this, and said this directly and frankly.

"I love all this, so I will do it, no matter how much energy I put in."

Grandma Yu widened her eyes, "You mean to be a three-star star?"

Si Huang shook his head.

Grandma Yu and the others showed doubts.

Si Huang: "International superstar."

Grandma Yu stayed there again.

It was not that they had never thought that Si Huang would embark on the path of an international superstar, but they had never expected that she would say it with such a calm smile.

The young man across the glass is smiling, his flawless face looks a bit immature, a pair of bright eyes does not conceal his inner ambition, this ambition is not crazy paranoid, but it feels full of passion and hope, as if this For her, the goal is not a delusion to pursue, but a bright road that will be followed sooner or later.

"Did you really think about it?" Grandma Yu looked into her eyes, and the original advice and hesitation disappeared unconsciously. "You are not only acting but also going to school. It is not easy to keep up with the courses of Jinghua University."

Si Huang said humorously: "Grandma, I'm still very young."

Grandma Yu was startled, and then laughed joyfully, "Yes! Little Phoenix is ​​still very young, and the road is still long! Young people should be aggressive and have goals! I believe in Little Phoenix!"

After a period of silence on the Huaxing Art School campus, countless girls shouted: "We also believe in your Majesty!" Not only the girls, even most of the boys, have long been conquered by Si Huang, envy and jealous of her. , Will no longer look at her with colored eyes and hostility. They had long been convinced of Si Huang in their hearts. Hearing what she said, perhaps a few words on their lips were too arrogant, but their hearts had already agreed that she would succeed.

No one knows Si Huang's strength and personality charm better than those from Huaxing Art School. These half a month has not been for nothing.

"Grandpa!" Zhang Nianmeng's shout came from outside the studio.

Seeing that some old people didn't stop him, Yuen went to open the door.

As soon as Zhang Nianmeng came in, he first glanced at Si Huang behind the glass, and greeted Grandma Yu and his wife, before saying, "Grandpa, all the students are absent again."

"What's the matter?" The vice principal frowned.

Zhang Nianmeng glanced at a button on his hand, "It wasn't that you started the radio. Everyone heard your Majesty sing, so how can you go to class with peace of mind."

The vice principal was startled, and Grandma Yu and Tie Lao also looked over, and saw that the button to turn on the radio next to the vice principal was indeed lit.

"This... accident, accident!" The vice-principal quickly turned off the radio, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was something accidentally hit.

Grandma Yu didn't bother to care about him.

The lyrics were written by the associate school, and the song was written by Grandma Yu. With their two elders, even if they were heard, no one dared to steal their results.

It's just that what Si Huang said today, I don't know if it will be used by someone who wants to make a fuss.

Speaking of caring people, there are really two in Huaxing Art School.

In the green park of Huaxing Art School, Jiang Yajing sat on a bench, as if she hadn't recovered.

Standing next to her was Zhou Jian, "The international superstar, he really dare to say, he's just an idol with a bit of vain popularity."

Jiang Yajing returned to her senses when she heard the words and whispered softly, "I think he can do it." After speaking, her expression was a bit lonely.

I thought she was brave enough. After hearing Si Huang's singing and words, she realized that she was not courage enough. At least she did not dare to say that she would become an international superstar. Obviously, her inner thoughts are the same as Si Huang's. She is eager to get the love of more fans and is eager to be remembered by more people. For this, she can go forward, but dare not say this.

"Yajing, what's wrong with you lately, always standing on Si Huang's side?" Zhou Jian said dissatisfied.

Jiang Yajing raised her head and stared at his dissatisfied eyes, "Because I think he is not wrong, but Brother Zhou, you have been talking ill of Si Huang. Talking ill of people behind your back is the most dishonest behavior."

Zhou Jian froze. He did not expect Jiang Yajing to say something like this, "You...you were also deceived by Si Huang! I clearly told you to be careful of him!" He was still trying to twist Jiang Yajing's thoughts.

Jiang Yajing shook her head, "Brother Zhou, I think Si Huang is a gentle person. If you don't take the initiative to provoke him, then Brother Zhou should stop asking Si Huang for trouble, OK?"

Zhou Jian didn't speak, he appeared to disagree with Jiang Yajing, but he was already shaken in his heart: If he doesn't provoke him now, will he not deal with himself? Besides, the president clearly doesn't like this eldest son!

He had recorded on his mobile phone, and originally planned to broadcast Si Huang's words, but under Jiang Yajing's gaze, he did not move.

In the garage of Huaxing Art School, Zhuang Jin leaned on the body of the white car and threw the exhausted cigarette **** into the trash can not far away.

He took a deep breath and took out his phone from his pants pocket.

In the recording studio.

Si Huang received a mobile phone text message reminder.

She saw that Grandma Yu and the others were chatting happily on their own, so she took out her mobile phone to see.

(Information) Zhuang Jin: I am at Huaxing Art School.

Most young people will be surprised when they see the content of this message.

Si Huang's reaction was mediocre, and he had even guessed Zhuang Jian's next step.

Sure enough, she didn't need her reply, and the next message came again: I sang very well, but unfortunately it is inconvenient for you today and cannot have a good chat with you.

Si Huang still didn't reply to the text message, and his mind turned: Maybe Zhuang Jin already thought that I was nervous and entangled in a passionate way?

The other party didn't seem to mind her non-reply behavior, and the third text message came immediately.

(Information) Zhuang Jin: There will be a concert tomorrow night at 8 o'clock. I have tickets. How about going to see it together?

Si Huang replied with a word: OK.

After the message was successfully sent, she put the phone back in her pocket.

After more than half a month of shelving, you thought you were hanging me, but you didn't know that I was hanging you too, but you still couldn't help it.

The first thing he noticed that Si Huang's mouth was smiling was Yuen. With a heartbeat, he blurted out and asked, "What happened?"

His voice caught the attention of Grandma Yu and the others, and they all looked at Si Huang one by one, curious to see the smile on her face.

Si Huang satisfies their curiosity, "I have delivered what I have always wanted."

Zhang Nianmeng: "What is it?"

"The clothes ordered for Ah Miao." Si Huang responded naturally.

[What Miao, it's called Liushun! It’s okay for your Majesty to raise it first, but it must be after me, so smoothly! ] Wubao anger brushes the sense of existence.

Si Huang calmly calmed down: "You can call it that way."

The five treasures are instantly balanced: [I know that your Majesty’s favorite is still Ou~ Meh! 】

Si Huang chuckles.

Zhang Nianmeng also knew about Ah Miao Liushun, who was the black cat who accompanied the star in "Red Moon".

This cat was specially selected by Xu Wanjun in the pet shop and acted in a play with Si Huang. After another show of cuteness, Si Huang took it home and kept it.

Anyway, in the micro-film "Red Moon", the appearance rate of the black cat is still quite high. The third episode is still used to trigger the plot, and the subsequent episodes also have its role. It can be said that it is a line to lead the plot.

After all, according to the personalities of the two protagonists in "Red Moon", neither of them will cause trouble. The black cat does not seem to be important but plays a key role. It not only highlights the invisible gentleness, but also sells cuteness. powder.

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One day passed.

City H ushered in the first snow of winter. The snow began to fall in the early morning. By early morning, the ground already had a thin layer.

Residents of City H are already familiar with the snow scene. Walking on the streets that are not crowded in the early morning, a burst of passionate and gorgeous piano music suddenly sounded.

People instinctively looked up at the source of the sound, and saw the advertisements suddenly changed on the large screen of a building. The slide show suddenly appeared, one after another, even if each one wears a different costume, but people still recognize at a glance that they are all the same person.

This figure alone attracted countless people to stop their feet, standing under the large screen, looking up.

The slide stopped, and the tall man in a black and white suit first appeared. He walked onto the stage where the rose blossoms were blooming, sat in front of the elegant piano, and touched the black and white keys with his ten fingers.

His posture is elegant, his profile is perfect, and the smile at the corner of his mouth makes the young girls heartbeat.

His fingers moved, like a spirit dancing in the Black and White Forest. The original piano music that attracted people's hearts came from him.

"What is this? Is it a concert advertisement?" Someone in the crowd asked.

"Your Majesty! I can recognize it even if it's just a side face, your Majesty is so handsome!" a young girl screamed.

"Be quiet!" someone shouted.

The picture does not stop at the scene of playing the piano, but with a narrative approach, it leads people into the story of piano music.

The most unruly youth of young people, the campus has a free life of crying and laughing.

The girls made no secret of their love for fiery confession, and the straightforwardness of the teenagers who would fist and scold if they were not convinced. They would make trouble unreasonably, and they would unite to forget past hatreds. They will cry out when one thing is not done well, they will also laugh unabashedly when they say something to themselves about a little thing, a person they like, and a compliment from a respected person.

This is a feast of youth. The perfect teenager is the protagonist. He has perfect looks and grades, sports cells, and personality charm. However, he is not aloof. He would fight against male classmates on the basketball court and would be provocative; he would lie down on the sofa at home and play pranks on his little girlfriend; he would also be jealous and would be angry when he did not pay attention to occasions; The flesh and blood, on the contrary, feel that he is so perfect that he instantly penetrates into his heart, consolidating the phantom of an ideal lover that will exist in every woman's mind.

The final picture returned to the stage. He played the gorgeous piano music affectionately, until the moment when the piano music ended, his ten fingers paused and looked back to the camera.

A smiling face is frozen on the super large screen, shocking everyone's heart.

"RB, give you a different youth."

On the screen, a row of words appeared with a gorgeous voice, and then the screen became a large-scale plan. The picture shows the plan photos of Si Huang wearing four different costumes.

From the beginning to the end, there was no RB deliberate advertising slogan in the propaganda film. This sentence did not come until the end, but it was still remembered by everyone.

The reason they remembered was not how novel RB’s advertising slogans were, but because the Si Huang in the promo was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, until the end, people’s hearts were still beating violently without stopping.

When Si Huang in the promotional film came to mind, RB's slogan, the clothes she was wearing and her every move would naturally appear.

"嘤嘤嘤嘤! I want to collect! Definitely want to collect, although it is just a promotional film, it feels like it has caught up with a micro movie!"

"RB? This brand of clothes is not too expensive. I'm going to buy a male ticket. I don't want him to be one-tenth as handsome as your majesty. It's enough for me to think of your majesty!"

Sister paper, if your male ticket hears you, are you sure he will be happy?

"I want to buy it too! Even if there is no male ticket, I want to buy it for your majesty!"

Sister paper, if you work so hard, are you sure you can still find male tickets in the future?

"This dress is not bad, buy it, buy it, buy it for my son! Let him learn from Xiao Sihuang!"

Auntie, if your son knows what you think, will he be happy?

"Ah ah ah ah ah! I want the full set of your majesty's home, as well as players who play ball, go to school, and play piano! By the way! What kind of coffee does your majesty drink? Hey! It looks delicious, drink it. The coffee looks like my wife is too warm!"

Hello, local tyrant, goodbye local tyrant!

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(*^__^*) Let's ask for a title! I have recently suffered from insomnia and my mental state is not good. I feel like I can’t sell cute QAQ. I’d better sell it for your majesty and the masses.