There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

If Cang takes the initiative to ask Ou Zhiming, Ou Zhiming must give face.

Even Ou Huang, who has stayed up all night, can still be dressed in suits and leather shoes, full of energy.

He also specially styled his slightly long hair, so as not to give Ruo Cang the wrong impression that he was too busy taking care of himself after not seeing him for too long.

Ruocang joined the filming group for more than two months, and Ou Zhiming never visited the set once.

After careful calculation, this meeting can be regarded as... Xiao Biesheng is newly married?

Then, Ou Zhiming, who was full of expectations, waited for his exclusive driver.

Ao Yingxue personally went to pick up Ouhuang, but he didn't expect to find that Ouhuang's suit, shirt and tie were neat, he was not the wild Ou Zhiming who used to wear a T-shirt and trench coat.

"Where is Ruocang?" Ou Zhiming frowned, not finding his little Taoist priest.

Ao Yingxue hurriedly opened the door to show respect, "The studio is closer to the concert, so he went first."

It is human nature to seek near and far.

But Ou Zhiming's mood is extremely complicated, and he keeps suspecting that he has been cheated by Ruocang.

What about coming to pick him up?

How did it turn into sending an agent to pick him up!

It's not the same at all!

Ao Yingxue felt the dignified atmosphere in the car while driving.

He took Ruo Cang and spent so long with Ou Zhiming, and he deeply felt the gentle nature of this young director.

At least, Ou Zhiming didn't kick him out every time he came to deliver barbecue late at night or work with Ruocang Beep.

Therefore, Ao Yingxue noticed Ou Zhiming's slight unhappiness, and immediately chose to adjust the atmosphere and said, "I don't know how Midas apologized to you? Director Ou, you actually accepted it."

"What?" Ou Zhiming turned to look at him.

Ao Yingxue didn't realize the danger at all, "It is said that the Son of Wind is the finale at night. Midas is really capable of moving Teacher Ming's program forward. You must know that Teacher Ming is the finale program on the first TV station."

Ou Zhiming: ...

The air pressure in the car instantly dropped to freezing point, and Ou Zhiming asked in a cold voice, "Is the Zonda's concert tonight?"

His tone was wrong, and Ao Yingxue realized that he was struck by thunder.

"No, it's not the Zonda's concert, it's the third TV station's party, Mingxue, Fei Yingying, Peng Jianhua——"

Ao Yingxue quickly dug out the list of veteran singers to cool down Ou Zhiming's anger.

However, even though Ou Zhiming liked these excellent singers, he didn't make a sound.

He just put his hands up against the car window, staring at the scenery and sighing.

This feeling of being about to explode at any moment hit Ao Yingxue's back.

"Ruo Cang didn't tell you?"

Ou Zhiming snorted softly, "He didn't tell me, you came to pick me up."

Ao Yingxue stared straight ahead in a daze, feeling like a needle in his back.

He clenched the steering wheel and screamed soulfully: Ruocang, why didn't you tell me that you didn't tell Ou Zhiming!

I'm afraid there will be a bedside quarrel tonight!

Professional managers never take part in the artist's housework.

Ao Yingxue quickly reached out to turn on the car radio, playing some music to ease the embarrassment.

Soon, melodious music filled the car.

Ou Zhiming's thoughts of beating Yin Lu hard and asking Ruocang to explain well were attracted by the gentle music.

This is a lyrical song, the male voice is deep and gentle, combined with the clear water emotions, with ordinary lyrics, Ou Zhiming's anger is soothed.

It is difficult for him to be moved by music.

But the unfamiliar song from the radio calmed him down with simple lyrics.

Ou Zhiming felt strange, and asked aloud, "Who sang this?"

Ao Yingxue was taken aback in surprise, and then realized that he was asking about the song on the car radio.

This tune is gentle, which is completely different from the strong and noisy style that is popular at the moment.

"I have no impression." Ao Yingxue tried hard to recall, but couldn't find similar lyrics, "I've never heard this voice before, maybe it's an independent singer, do you search it online?"

Ou Zhiming took out his mobile phone and searched for the lyrics, and the name of the singer and the song popped up on the webpage——

Fang Yi wrote "I Hope".

"I wish time would stop

I hope the storm never comes

I hope there is you in the noisy world

Soothe my sorrow"

Ou Zhiming scanned the lyrics line by line. It was the first time he heard this unfamiliar song, his eyes fell on the lyrics, and the gentle voice from the radio could be heard in his ears.

The lyrics are full of "hope", but there is a touch of sadness between the lines.

Too much hope, but full of disturbing voices of regret.

Fang Yihan's introverted and delicate thoughts, coupled with his gentle and gentle words, made Ou Zhiming recall Ruocang's praise for him.

It seems that Ruo Cang is not interested in the Son of Wind or Yin Lu.

This maverick Ruo Taoist priest is probably aiming at Fang Yihan, who is burdened with a mystery.

Ou Zhiming turned off the phone page, and the crisp strings of the song were still echoing in his ears.

...It turns out that Ruocang likes Wenqing.

From time to time, soft humming and loud chorus can be heard on the travel bus of the Son of the Wind.

During the long car journey, the team members will always use their own ways to relieve loneliness.

Their three songs tonight were played repeatedly on the bus, and they should be practiced before going on stage.

Fang Yihan sat silently in the last row by the window and did not participate in their boring practice.

Every song seems to be engraved in his soul, and he will never forget the words by mistake.

At this point, his headphones are filled with simple guitar tunes.

The sound moved with the strings, slowly flowing out a complete rhythm, stirring his mood.

Suddenly, the earphone on the left was taken off without warning.

Fang Yihan turned his head in surprise, and found that Yin Lu came from the front row at some point, sat next to him, and put the earphone into his left ear.

"New song?" Yin Lu asked with a smile.

"Hmm..." Fang Yihan avoided his beautiful eyes, "I had a whim last night, and I recorded it impromptu."

Fang Yihan has the habit of playing and singing by himself, recording a single loop, and correcting defects.

This untitled new song keeps echoing in his mind, and sooner or later it will become a brand new song that will appear in front of fans.

Yin Lu listened with a smile, "It's still your style, do you have any lyrics?"

"Yes." Fang Yihan hesitated immensely, "It hasn't been changed yet."

Yin Lu's eyes lit up, "Let me see!"

Fang Yihan didn't want to show Yin Lu.

But Yin Lu's eyes were shining with irresistible light, Fang Yihan still took out the notepad from his bag when he was staring at him like this.

Lyrics were scrawled on the notebook, Yin Lu happily took it and lowered his eyes.

Fang Yihan was much more relaxed. He used to like Yin Lu's eyes very much.

Pure and clean.

But I don't know when Fang Yihan became afraid of these eyes.

Maybe it was the weird dream that repeatedly tormented him when he was in the dormitory during the draft.

Maybe it was Yin Lu who always liked to mention his behavior when recording the show.

Maybe it was when he was so stressed that he imitated his dreams and prayed in the middle of the night. Standing on the stage as bright as day, Yin Lu looked at him with silent eyes.

Yin Lu is very simple.

But it was simply embarrassing for him.

There were many misunderstandings, Fang Yihan clearly knew that Yin Lu didn't do it on purpose.

But he couldn't help repeatedly speculating maliciously at night whether Yin Lu did it on purpose.

So much so that he didn't realize why, and subconsciously avoided Yin Lu.

Afraid that such a blazing sun around him would reveal his dirty and humble shadow and find his self-ashamed.

"……sacrifice."

Fang Yihan's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a thunderous "sacrifice".

He looked at Yin Lu with a violent heartbeat.

But he only saw Yin Lu's clear eyes.

"Isn't it better to change the 'dedication' in this line to 'sacrifice'?" Yin Lujing's eyes were filled with his blank expression, and there was a kind smile on the corner of his mouth, "Sacrifice the rest of your time, in exchange for time's mercy. "

Change to sacrifice?

Fang Yihan stared at Yin Lu ecstatically.

Sacrifice, Sacrifice.

He was not good at English, but the sentences related to sacrifice kept echoing in his mind, as well as the summoning words that he memorized exceptionally proficiently.

The dream that tortured Fang Yihan became a shadow in Fang Yihan's heart, as if a ghost was hidden in his body and he could not see the light.

The English mantra that he had never spoken to anyone clearly came to mind.

——Blood opens the way, sacrifices are exchanged for redemption, the god who judges good and evil, your servant calls you.

A familiar mantra echoed in Fang Yihan's ears. He raised his fingertips and drew a finger mark under "Dedication", "Indeed...'Sacrifice' is more suitable."

The third TV station's evening show was attended by tens of thousands of spectators in the open air.

When Ou Zhiming and Ao Ying learned it, the parking lot was already full of vehicles, and there was a long queue at the entrance to check tickets.

Countless stars participating in the gala will feel the enthusiasm of the crowd in the screams of the audience close to the passage through the parking lot and directly into the backstage passage.

Ou Zhiming is not a star on the list, but he drives straight into it and no one dares to stop him.

This well-fitting suit is not lost to any star who steps on the red carpet.

Even if he stepped back, turned around, and tidied up in a serious manner, he was still full of starlight and shining brightly.

The onlookers were all shocked, no matter they were fans of the Wind Son or not, they all suspected that there was something wrong with their eyes!

"Why is Ou Zhiming here?"

"No way, Ou Huang is afraid that the power of metaphysics is not strong enough, so he came here to supervise the accident in person?!"

"Fuck, shut up, Ou Zhiming is not that kind of person, there must be a reason for coming here."

"What's the reason? It's definitely because of Yin Lu. The Son of Wind shouldn't accept Yin Lu as a disaster!"

All kinds of denunciations turned into noisy discussions, which gradually spread from the audience area to the Internet.

Ou Zhiming took a few steps on the red carpet, and his figure appeared in the live broadcast room, instantly making the party even more popular!

Ou Huang came to the scene in person!

Yin Lu must be finished!

The upper and lower couplets flashed in the minds of the onlookers, expressing hesitation about whether to put 110 or 120 in the horizontal batch.

"Should we call 110 or 120 first?"

"119, maybe a fire will fall from the sky later, and the venue will be burned to the bone."

The description of the picture is too scary, fans of Zonda can feel a chill from their feet.

Ouhuang, what are you doing here?

Can't we go to sit at the gate of Midas and ask them to deliver Yin Lu to your door and beat you up?

Please let go of the ill-fated son of the wind!

The fans were about to cry, when suddenly a row of Ruocang appeared on the bullet screen in the live broadcast room.

I saw that Ou Zhiming didn't look sideways, and his long legs moved forward eagerly.

The camera followed his figure, and soon saw Ruo Cang waiting at the end.

Ou Zhiming is frightening, while Ruocang is exciting.

Before the audience could realize what the two of them were doing at the third TV station's party, Ou Zhiming stretched out his hand and held Ruocang in a grandiose manner.

What the fuck?

What the hell!

At that moment, the screams on the scene exploded extremely violently, and even the live broadcast room and the Internet boiled together.

No one cared why Ou Zhiming came or why Ruocang was here.

There is only one confusion in everyone's mind: You two are too familiar with the road, you are arrogant!

Only Ruocang's Ou Zhiming was defiant, with a stern face.

Even if he took Ruo Cang's hand and walked out of the camera, he didn't put away his indifference.

Ou Huang was too arrogant, and the stars around him showed their surprised gazes.

However, Ou Zhiming was too lazy to care about the reactions of outsiders.

He pinched Ruo Cang's fingertips, and asked viciously, "Are you asking me to see how Yin Lu fell off the stage, lost his voice when he sang, and stepped on the wrong rhythm?"

Ruo Cang laughed out loud and led the angry Ou Huang inside, "I hope he and his team can dance through the whole show safely rather than having an accident."

He knew that Ou Zhiming hated Yin Lu.

But if you hate it, you hate it, and a mistake in the live broadcast of the party will cause panic among many people.

Ruo Cang came here not to watch the crowd panic.

He smiled and lowered his voice, and said, "I suspect that Yin Lu or Midas have other arrangements for this show, so please come over here, old man."

"Okay, hold the line." Ou Zhiming raised his hand and pinched the back of Ruocang's neck, rubbing his short stubble over and over again, "If something serious happens, don't blame me for being stingy."

Anyway, it wasn't him who did it, it was Yin Lu's own fault.

A good date has become Ruo Cang's Taoist homework to help the world and save others.

Ou Zhiming was helpless but he couldn't compete with innocent and kind-hearted people.

Yin Lu is indeed a great disaster, and if he can't be fooled, it doesn't mean he can't be fooled by others.

The identity of a public figure can even cause mass incidents.

Ou Zhiming loosened his meticulous tie and asked, "So now we go backstage and tie Yin Lu up, or wait for him to finish his performance?"

Ouhuang's thinking is simple and rude.

There is nothing that can't be solved by being tied up. If there is, then beat him up and tie him up again.

"Wait..." Ruo Cang stood where he was, staring at all the celebrities walking on the red carpet.

Suddenly, the scream of the young girl resounded enthusiastically.

Ruo Cang's gaze sank, "Here we come."

There are seven people in the group of Fengzizi, and the idols walked on the red carpet, waving to the excited fans on both sides.

Yin Lu walked at the front of the team. He was about the same height as his teammates, but because of his bright smile, people always thought he was young.

, not counting young people, at least adults should take full responsibility for their actions.

He lost the necklace, and naturally the brilliance in Ruocang's memory also disappeared from his luck.

Ordinary fate, with a bit of star light, is almost the same as the countless singers and actors Ruo Cang has seen.

This kind of luck can be seen everywhere, but if it is placed on Yin Lu, it will only make Ruo Cang feel weird.

Yin Lu looked around casually, and in the next second, he focused and became brighter.

"Ruo Cang!"

When he shouted, everyone's eyes fell on Ruo Cang.

Looking at it again, Yin Lu acted boldly, and happily ran towards Ruocang with a smile on his face.

He is not afraid of Ou Zhiming beside him at all.

The flashlights of the surrounding media were all turned on, preparing to make a big deal about this meeting under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Even the fans were amazed.

"Didn't it mean that Yin Lu and Ou Zhiming were jealous because of Ruocang's rivalry?"

"It's because of jealousy, that's why he called Ruocang just now!"

"The triangular relationship is too complicated. However, Yin Lu dared to take the initiative to approach. It should explain that it was a misunderstanding to escape all night, right?"

Fans only look at the surface and believe in marketing.

You will never see the dark tide raging inside.

At this time, the other six members of Feng Zhizi had known the whole truth about Yin Lu's escape, and they were very happy to eat melons from their C teammate.

"With Ou Zhiming by his side, Yin Lu dared to go over."

"There are reporters all around, even Ou Huang can't do it in front of the camera."

"Yin Lu came back last time and rested for a long time. I saw his face was swollen from the beating."

"Haha, luckily I didn't get my teeth knocked out, otherwise the marketing account wouldn't be able to save my respect."

Fang Yihan stood at the end, and his teammates laughed secretly in his ears.

The team atmosphere is not as gentle as advertised by the outside world, and everyone is calculating for their own future.

He looked at Ruo Cang blankly, full of curiosity about this young and famous martial arts master.

Ruocang's demeanor is elegant and his vision is clear.

They looked at each other for a while, and Fang Yihan felt that what he was thinking was clearly seen.

He suddenly felt hot in his ears, and turned his head in embarrassment, pretending not to peek.

Ruo Cang withdrew his gaze, stared at Yin Lu in front of him, and asked bluntly, "What do you want to do tonight?"

Yin Lu stretched out his hand and gestured nonchalantly, and said with a smile, "Present our most beautiful stage to the fans."

He's telling the truth.

Ruo Cang even saw the ordinary wish of an ordinary idol in his luck.

He can't help but look at Yin Lu, the neck is covered with ropes of different thicknesses, which perfectly fits his gothic punk personality.

Yin Lu raised his hand to cover his chest, as if preventing Ruo Cang from seeing the necklace he hid.

"It's gone." He said with a smile, "Dao Ou took away my most important necklace, and now I have nothing."

Ruo Cang could tell Yin Lu's lies at a glance.

Even if luck is ordinary and harmless, Ruo Cang, who has been deceived and deceived, will not easily trust Yin Lu.

However, Yin Lu knew that he would not believe it.

I don't mind if he doesn't believe it.

"You must appreciate the stage that will be held later."

After speaking, the man smiled and ran away, as if he just came to say hello to Ruo Cang and had no intention of anything else.

—I really hate him.

Ou Zhiming frowned, clearly expressing his disgust in the noisy venue.

Ruocang watched the Son of the Wind team go away, and his eyes stayed more on Fang Yihan at the end of the team.

Fang Yihan's luck is very strange, there is a crisis hidden in the little light, and he moves forward step by step into the abyss, but he is extraordinarily strong.

Ou Zhiming also noticed it.

With such a delicate mind, Fang Yihan, who wrote Wenqing's lyrics, was more complicated than he imagined.

He didn't just ask.

——Are you worried that Fang Yihan will go astray after staying with Yin Lu for a long time?

Ruo Cang looked at the indifferent light-white luck, Fang Yihan shrank inwardly, but couldn't stop the beautiful halo emanating from his soul.

——People who really have hope and sunshine in their hearts will come back even if they go astray.

He is not worried about Fang Yihan's future, he is worried that Yin Lu wants to cut Fang Yihan's future with a single blow.

——When the performance is over, I will tell You Yin to do it.

Ruocang made up his mind that he would not let Yin Lu lead the group away again.

——Regardless of Yin Lu's identity and background, let's clean it up.

Otherwise, it will definitely affect Fang Yihan, a good person who is destined to be brilliant.

Ou Zhiming and Ruocang have excellent VIP positions.

Very close to the stage, not far from the backstage.

The repertoire of tonight's concert is Ou Zhiming's favorite genre.

Nostalgic golden song, the queen of the song.

The third TV station has invited countless capable singers for this evening, which is completely different from those TV stations that like to ask actors to lip-sync.

If it wasn't Yin Lu who was at the back, Ou Zhiming must be very happy to watch this party.

It's a pity that Ou Zhiming would glance at the program every time a song that touches people's hearts ends.

— There are six more programs.

— There are five more programs.

Ou Zhiming is like a countdown machine,

Ruo Cang didn't know whether he was looking forward to the performance of the Son of the Wind, or if he had warned the high-energy ahead.

Ruo Cang lightly tapped the armrest with his fingers.

——Let me tell you... don't you like listening to Fei Yingying's songs?So inattentive.

Ou Zhiming reached out and squeezed Ruocang's wrist, sighing silently.

——No matter how nice it sounds, the thought of being tortured by Yin Lu later makes me lose my mood.

The person that Universe Invincible hates has the face to chat with Ruo Cang in public.

Ou Zhiming didn't expect there to be such a shameless young man in the world. He is indeed a crooked man with sorcery and superb acting skills.

There is absolutely no word for "shame" in the dictionary.

The stage lights are bright, waiting for the next singer to take the stage.

Taking advantage of the pitch black night, Ou Zhiming asked in his heart.

——When will you accompany me to a concert?

——Or shall we travel?You can see the aurora.

Ruo Cang didn't rush to answer.

The music gradually reverberated in the open-air venue. The singer's mellow voice sang "Love" and "Dependence" softly, as if they were quietly holding hands and sitting under the stage listening.

In the dark and dim light, when he turned his head slightly, he could see Ou Zhiming's expectant gaze.

Seeing him look over, Ou Zhiming evoked a gentle smile.

——Or let’s go to Anning Town to help the brothers revitalize the countryside?

Ruo Cang raised his eyebrows.

——Wait until the filming of "Guandu 2" is finished.

Ou Zhiming: ...

Ou Zhiming awkwardly changed his hand-holding position, wrapped Ruo Cang's fingertips, and rubbed them subconsciously.

He felt ashamed to see a movie with such a long battle line, it was really rare in this life.

——It's coming soon.

- This time it's true!

As soon as Ou Zhiming made an excuse, Ruocang couldn't help laughing.

He bent his fingers slightly and scratched Ou Zhiming's palm.

--concentrate.

Ou Zhiming couldn't concentrate.

Ruo Cang's body temperature has always been low, cold and desolate, and he always needs him to warm him up.

The fingers on the palm were a little warm, as if he had warmed Ruo Cang, and it seemed that Ruo Cang had warmed his hard and cold heart.

No matter how beautiful the performance on the stage is, no matter how beautiful the song is, it is not as good as the melody that emerges from his heart.

Ruo Cang secretly hummed while listening to the song.

Intermittent accents struck Ou Zhiming's ears.

There is no more beautiful tone than the music that Ou Zhiming heard at this time.

He had never heard Ruo Cang sing.

The current Ruo Cang, however, cooperates with the singer who is expressing his heartfelt affection on the stage, pulling Ou Zhiming's heartstrings.

Gradually, all thoughts converged into music and became a triple resonance.

When thousands of spectators joined the singers in the open-air venue of the party and sang the climax in unison, Ou Zhiming's ears were already so quiet that only Ruo Cang's inner singing could be heard.

--I think……

The words "I want to hear you sing to me" have not been passed to Ruo Cang at the end of the song.

Ou Zhiming followed Ruo Cang's fingertips, feeling the crazy trembling of Ruo Cang's phone.

Ruo Cang quickly connected.

Over there, Mr. Du's tone was dignified and concise, "Something happened."