Riding the car home, Guo Qilin bought some more things on the way. After having Hehe at home, it has become a habit to buy her some snacks.
Especially since I had a busy day today, except for lunch, I didn't play much with her at all.
Go home and put down your things.
Suddenly, Deng Ziqi trotted over with He He. He He raised his hands and held a cup.
Looking at the brand new patterned cup, Guo Qilin didn't understand what it meant. He wanted to drink water by himself. There was no water in it, but he was very happy when he saw his daughter, "What's wrong? What do you want to do?"
"To dad~"
"Really? For me?"
Deng Ziqi said, "What else can you say?"
Hehe: "Dad~"
"Yeah."
Hehe: "Happy~"
"What happiness?"
"Happy birthday..."
The little girl said something vaguely in her mouth, she was not happy to be a mother, she was so happy that she couldn't breathe, what the hell is this.
What are you thinking in your little head?
"Who told you happy birthday?" Guo Qilin was also puzzled, with a smile on his face.
He He turned his head and pointed at his mother with his little finger.
Deng Ziqi quit and quickly corrected her, "Did I say happy birthday? Do you think buying a gift is a birthday? What do you think? It's Father's Day, you know?"
It's been such a fuss for a while.
Guo Qilin understood the matter and was very happy. He didn't expect that the little girl would buy something for him. How could he not love her? Are reluctant to use it.
After recovering from his smile, Deng Ziqi put his hands on his hips, looked at his husband and said seriously: "I originally wanted to give it to you tomorrow, but I'm afraid that she will lose her energy, because our daughter is really unreliable and forgets things very easily.
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One second she was talking about choosing a gift, and the next second she went into the supermarket and lost her mind. It took her two days to find a cup for herself, and then she made the decision to buy three, one for each person. I guess I bought such a beautiful one for the future. For drinking milk.
Hers is still pink..."
"He He loves dad~"
Before she finished speaking, the little girl said something out of nowhere, "My mother closed her mouth with a bitter look on her face. If she has such a nice little mouth, she will make her father happy and full of intelligence."
"Daddy loves you too."
Guo Qilin picked up his little girl and kissed her. It was so beautiful that he cherished the cup in his hand even more. But I remembered that I had been busy all day today and completely forgot to buy something for Master. I might as well buy it now because I was afraid that I would forget it tomorrow.
Sometimes work comes unexpectedly.
"Let's go out again and buy a bottle of good wine for Master as a gift for tomorrow.
After retiring, this became his hobby. ”
The little girl was happy when she heard that she was going out to buy things again. Her little body couldn't stop swaying. She didn't like to go anywhere else. She only liked shopping and riding the rocking car near the entrance of the supermarket.
A rocker can control her for half a day.
"Today is a holiday for her. Let's see how happy she is." Deng Ziqi pinched his daughter's soft little face and was speechless to a certain extent.
No matter what I can do, I gave birth to it myself.
After that, the whole family went out to buy gifts for Master.
Not to mention gifts, Yu Qian's sight of the little girl was already a very good gift. He was worried about not being able to find anything to do at night, so coming together was very exciting and lively.
Enough to play for one night.
We also discussed going to play together early the next morning. A group of pigeons and chickens happened to arrive at the racecourse.
Hearing this, Guo Qilin finally understood that this was another attempt to feed the little girl.
It was enough for her to eat.
I don’t know how much money I’ve eaten with a small mouth.
But this is Guo Qilin. It was different after Yue Yunpeng returned home. After the song was recorded, his inner feelings lingered for a long time.
Until ten o'clock in the evening, I took out my mobile phone on a whim and wanted to post a meager comment about my thoughts, otherwise I would be really depressed.
[I'm really sorry to waste everyone's time for a few minutes. I'll listen to a song for you after dawn. Father's Day is coming.
I have always wanted to do something about my father, but I didn’t expect it to be sung to everyone in the form of a song.
There are four stories written in the lyrics, all of which are true stories. I know that many people have not had this experience or resonance, so I wonder if they will find the lyrics incomprehensible. But he did exist.
Recalling every moment with my father, too many scenes appear before my eyes.
I remember selling steamed buns with my father pushing a wheelbarrow. Even though my classmates laughed at me, I still felt like a man.
Thinking of harvesting crops in the wheat field in the summer, my father asked me to sell popsicles on the field. The popsicles I bought for 30 cents were sold for 50 cents. I ate them all by myself at the end of the day, and my father laughed.
I remember my father quarreling with my mother because of drinking. My grandmother chased my father with a cane. My father was afraid that my grandmother would fall and squat in the corner to be beaten.
Thinking of what my father told me, I thanked a grandmother from my neighbor to the east. In the 1970s, when the whole family had not eaten for three days, the neighbor’s grandmother sent a bushel of sorghum rice, and the whole family escaped disaster.
I remembered that because my fourth sister was getting married and I was working and returning home, my father asked for her permission to open the fourth sister’s dowry, which was a 21-inch color TV. Sitting in front of the color TV, I didn't feel happy because the color TV had no signal and was just black and white snowflakes.
……
My father was always worried that I would not be able to marry a wife. He always said that I was stupid and always walked with my head down. Later, when I got married, he always told me that he hoped to visit Yanjing, go to Shenzhen, and hang around in Hangzhou, but he couldn't do it. When I go to these places later, I will take out his photos on my phone and take him to look at them and walk around.
The song will be online in a few hours. Thanks to Dalin, my brother for so many years is like a relative in my heart.
This song was all written and arranged by Dalin, who also helped me a lot during the recording, otherwise it wouldn't have been completed at all.
No more talk, brothers, I'm a little sleepy, see you tomorrow. ”
The article was so short that it took Yue Yunpeng an hour to publish it.
As soon as it was released, it impressed many people.
The first time I saw the funny Yue Yunpeng, he became so affectionate, just to give his father a song.
When I saw that it was Dalin who helped, the popularity and topics began to increase. Everyone knows Guo Qilin's reputation for writing songs.
Guo Qilin himself must have seen the same thing. Each paragraph of text is enough to explain how much Brother Yue misses his father.
No wonder when I was recording, eating dinner was like being chased by a wolf. I ate it three times, five times, five times, divided by two, and then practiced there alone.
In terms of hard work, he deserves it.
When the night passed and the next day came, the song "If There Is an Elevator to Heaven" recorded by Yue Yunpeng was successfully launched.
There was no special promotion, only a meager article, but surprisingly, in just one morning, it had nearly a million views.
And successfully aroused the sympathy of a large number of netizens.
And here, as the master, Guo Degang is even more so, because he has seen with his own eyes how uncomfortable his beloved apprentice is.
The moment I received the news, I burst into tears backstage.
However, I came here to see him perform overseas, but in the end I just had to bite the bullet and perform the show for a few days before leaving.
Maybe he also understands that it’s too late to rush back now for overseas performances.
Writing a song now can only prove that the child has grown up.
Then silently click on the song to see what Dalin and what he wrote are like.
After a while, Xiaoyue's voice came slowly from his study.
"That spring I ran wildly to the wheat fields~
I said, Dad, I will be thirteen tomorrow~ I want to eat a bowl of instant noodles like those on TV~
You straightened up and pretended to wipe the sweat and wiped your eyes~
In the first month of that year, I rolled up my quilt and left home~
You tell me what you need to spend when you go out~
The village chief’s house installed a telephone last year~
If it’s urgent, just call. If it’s not urgent, just write.
If there was an elevator that went directly to heaven~
How I want to go to see you at all costs~
Let you see my results~
Can this be regarded as a promising prospect~
…”
After listening to the song for four minutes, I felt mixed emotions about being a master.
The apprentice was very pleased to have reached such a point. While gratified, it reminded him of his eldest son.
The eldest son has also become successful.
Not only is he great at writing songs and singing, but his movies have also sold for 3.6 billion, which is far more enjoyable than his father, and he is extremely proud of himself.
It's a pity that I don't recognize myself.
Just now, he saw the photos and updates sent by his senior brother.
Dalin's family was having dinner at the racecourse. There was a table full of delicious food, and the little granddaughter was ready to eat it. She held a big chicken drumstick in her hand and gnawed it.
This state of family fun made him uncomfortable.
Fortunately, he was used to it, so when he saw the photo, he thought it was something expected, so he didn't think much about it.
I was just thinking about what to do in the future in the villa. No one can inherit Deyun Society in the future, if there is no one to inherit it.
He asked Dalin to come back life and death.
Just because neither Zhang Yunlei nor Guo Fenyang is the material, if his sister takes care of Zhang Yunlei more now, she will definitely take care of Guo Fenyang more in the future. What can she do to support her?
Don't understand anything.
And what you say comes as no surprise.
After a while, a man came. As soon as he arrived, he walked up to the second floor and knocked lightly on the door outside.
"Brother-in-law."
"Come in, what's the matter?" Guo Degang didn't like Zhang Yunlei very much at the moment, and was extremely disappointed in him.
"Recently, my sister is going to arrange a concert for me. After thinking about it, it's better for you to make the decision. Everything depends on you."
It is now June, and he has already resumed performing. After resuming performance, his mind is not on cross talk at all, so there is no need for him to be the captain or not.
The purpose of asking here is to ask my brother-in-law what he thinks. If he agrees, he will focus on singing in the future and become a singer Zhang Yunlei instead of a crosstalk actor Zhang Yunlei.
Guo Degang can do whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't cause trouble.
"It's up to you. If you want to do it, do it well."
"Okay brother-in-law, you are busy."
After going out to the study room, Zhang Yunlei was in a good mood. Going down the stairs felt so smooth, and the furniture at home was even more pleasing to the eye.
If you want to sing, it doesn’t take a day or two.
I wanted to sing the year I came back in 2011, and after all these years I was finally able to officially become a singer.
But when I went out to the rose garden, I felt a little awkward. Today, a song written by Guo Qilin for Yue Yunpeng became very popular.
Many people heard that if it hadn't happened, he would have wanted him to write a song for them.
But it is simply impossible to ask Guo Qilin to write a song for him, unless he dies.
There was a hundred reluctances in my heart.
After waiting out, he immediately took a car to a hotel and had dinner with the people related to his concert.
"Come on, do it! This concert must be a success. This is the only time the singer will compete."
Zhang Yunlei and his team had a dinner together. This concert was held at Yanjing Stadium, with more than 10,000 seats.
It is not easy to apply.
The people who eat are friends, professional teachers, directors, and presidential advisers, the most important of whom are agents.
As an agent, he worked hard for Zhang Yunlei.
He often gets into trouble and is often banned from acting, which makes him want to scold his mother.
Fortunately, Deyunshe's agent not only looks after him, but also looks after others.
While eating, the manager said, "Xiao Zhuaner, the promotion of this concert will start soon, but general promotion will not work. You haven't shown up for so long, it's best to come up with something to expose yourself more."
"I don't have anything worth exposing now." Zhang Yunlei is self-aware. After being silent for so long, apart from fans, he really has no achievements that are valued by outsiders.
I had some ambassadorial titles before, but I have long forgotten them now.
“It’s what I thought before, I’d pay someone to write a song, and I’d just like to sing it during this concert.”
"Okay, let me talk about it when I get back. My brother-in-law and sister should agree."
Zhang Yunlei knew that her brother-in-law had a wide network of contacts and was familiar with Zhou Huajian, Liu Dehua, Li Jian, Wang Feng and others.
It may be difficult to ask them to write a song, but it is not impossible. As long as the brother-in-law talks, even if they don't write it themselves, they will introduce some famous singers to know and help.
There will be a little topic at that time.
But the manager had a different idea, "It's useless to find singers from the older generation. You have to find singers who are popular now and have strong creative ability."
When the words came out, Zhang Yunlei's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and a name he didn't want to appear appeared in his mind, and as expected, the other party said it.
"If possible, it would be best to invite Guo Qilin. No matter how much it costs, as long as he is willing to write, the concert will be full of highlights.
Didn't he help Xiaoyue write a song today? The effect is very good. Let the attention and discussion of a Father's Day be concentrated there.
In addition, his popularity is at its peak now.
"Wreaths Under the Mountain" became a hit and was hailed as a masterpiece. Maybe he will become a well-known director in the future. This feeling is getting stronger and stronger, and he has directed several movies. ”
The agent praised Guo Qilin, and Zhang Yunlei's face turned pale.
Outsiders actually don't know how much hatred there is between Zhang Yunlei and Guo Qilin, because they have seen him appear at the opening ceremony in Tianjin before and thought they were reconciled.
But that's what outsiders think. In fact, Zhang Yunlei is unwilling to do it. Now that the point has been made, it's not to mention how awkward it is.
It’s just that with so many people gathering together, we can’t directly refute, “I’ll give it a try, but he’s too busy and may not have time.”
"Better ask him."
"Well, let me try."
After drinking a glass of wine, Zhang Yunlei twisted his head and looked extremely ferocious. He asked an envious and jealous person to write a song for him. Regardless of whether he agreed or not, he didn't even want to give him a cent of the money to write the song.
If you ask him to write a song, it won’t cost him a million?
If you give Guo Qilin a million, you might as well let yourself die.
So you can't invite anyone, and you would rather spend more money to invite others.
For Guo Qilin, Zhang Yunlei felt a morbid hatred in his heart, just because he had such a good life.
You must know that in the past, his popularity kept crushing him, and there was no possibility of him getting up.
now? Now he has become a clown who has been stepped on. (End of chapter)