Zhou Xingguo looked dumbfounded at the side and couldn't help but joked: "Yo! Yo! Yo! Mom, I hugged you wrongly. Your own son is over here!"
Director Wang stood up, slapped Zhou Xingguo on the head angrily, gritted his teeth and cursed: "You bitch! You make me angry every day. Take good care of us these two days and stop messing around outside!"
"I know, I know!" Zhou Xingguo touched the back of his head and apologized repeatedly with a playful smile. He pulled up the trolley suitcase and led Zhang and his party to escape quickly.
Wang Weiyuan and Han Shiyao also arranged accommodation here. After saying goodbye to Director Wang, they hurriedly followed.
"Baby, please slow down, Yi Xing can't keep up with you. Hey, Yi Xing, don't fall..."
When he reached the downstairs of the dormitory, Zhou Xingguo stopped, shook his head and sighed: "Oh, my ears are finally quiet!"
Han Shiyao smiled and said, "Aunt Wang is very kind!"
Wang Weiyuan nodded, "Yes!"
"That's to be kind to you, not to me!" Zhou Xingguo cried exaggeratedly and kicked Zhang Yixing in the butt, "Why don't you become my mother's son?"
Zhang Yixing shook his head and said seriously, "No, I'm too ugly!"
Zhou Xingguo burst into laughter, pulled Zhang Yixing's head and said, "Hahaha, don't tell me my mother likes you so much, I like you too!"
After experiencing the turmoil of shopping just now, Han Shiyao is now very enthusiastic about Zhang Yixin, almost treating him as a younger brother. After hearing Zhang Yixin's words, she came over and patted Zhang Yixin on the head, and said with a smile: "Brother Yixin is handsome, better than Brother Zhou." Handsome!"
Zhou Xingguo rolled his eyes and turned to Wang Weiyuan, "Weiyuan, what do you think?"
Wang Weiyuan smiled sheepishly, glanced at Han Shiyao, and said decisively: "I also think Yi Xing is more handsome!"
"Okay, okay, there will be no more lamb legs to eat from now on!" Zhou Xingguo covered his chest as if he was injured, and while joking, he led Zhang and his party into the dormitory building.
There is no elevator in the dormitory building, so the four of them can only take the stairs, which makes Zhou Xingguo very tired carrying the suitcase. Fortunately, the accommodation room arranged is on the third floor, so he climbed up quickly.
Although Wang Weiyuan and Han Shiyao both live in the city, they have arranged accommodation because they have heavy responsibilities and are frequent guests of the TV station.
Zhang and his entourage followed Zhou Xingguo to the room prepared for him. They walked in and took a look. The layout of the room was two bedrooms and one living room, but the decoration inside was very simple. There was almost nothing except a bed, table and chairs.
Zhou Xingguo put the trolley box in the corner, checked the bed and bedding in the room, turned to Zhang and his party and said, "You will stay here for the next two days. Can you do it alone? How about I ask Wang Weiyuan to come over."
Zhang Yixing quickly refused, "No, I can do it myself!"
Zhou Xingguo nodded. After some contact with Zhang and his party, he knew that he was a very worry-free child, just like a young adult.
"Okay, I snore a lot, so I won't stay with you. My room is across from the stairs. If you need anything, just go over and knock on the door!"
After giving some more instructions, Zhou Xingguo left. After a while, he picked up a hot water bottle and a water glass, and after giving instructions again, he left with peace of mind.
Zhang Yi Xing stretched out, lay down directly on the white sheets, and breathed a sigh of relief.
While I was washing up at night, someone knocked on the door of my room.
Zhang and his party opened the door and took a look. It turned out that Wang Weiyuan was visiting.
He reached out and handed over a small bag of nuts, "My mother just sent this, take it, it's for your brain!"
Zhang Yixing thanked him and quickly took it.
Wang Weiyuan did not come in. After leaving, he knocked on another door on the same floor.
As Zhang and his party closed the door, they heard Han Shiyao's voice coming from the other side and couldn't help but smile.
The next day, at three o'clock in the morning, Zhou Xingguo knocked on the door.
He led Zhang and his entourage to a roadside stall to drink a bowl of tofu curd, then sent Wang Weiyuan and his entourage back, and then took Zhang and his entourage to the city.
After buying clothes, shoes, and haircuts, Zhang and his party were tidied up from start to finish. It was already noon, and they found a small restaurant for lunch before returning to the radio station building.
When we arrived at the studio, there happened to be a group of choir actors leaving after finishing the recording of the program.
Sun Yawen's eyes lit up when she saw Zhang and his party coming back. She came over and said to Zhou Xingguo: "There are changes to a solo program. He is hospitalized and cannot record it. We need to find someone to support it!"
Zhou Xingguo nodded and said casually: "Then find someone to support you, just pick one from the Children's Palace!"
Sun Yawen smiled bitterly and said: "Director Wang was here this morning. She said it herself, let Zhang and his party take the lead!"
"Ah?!" Zhou Xingguo raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at Zhang Yixing who was also stunned next to him, patted his head, and said with a bitter smile: "Yixing, my mother really likes you, you can't be my mother here Outside……"
Before he finished speaking, Sun Yawen kicked Zhou Xingguo and said angrily: "Shut up, you can't speak louder than your head!"
Zhou Xingguo agreed, quickly suppressed the words and smiled.
Sun Yawen found another page of paper and handed it to Zhang Yixing, and whispered: "This is the song I want to sing, Yixing. You should familiarize yourself with the lyrics first!"
Zhang Yixing took a look at the lyrics and almost vomited out all the tofu nao he drank in the morning.
"I dedicate oil to my motherland"! ! !
Sun Yawen saw Zhang and his party looking stunned and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Yixing couldn't laugh or cry.
People who are not future generations will not understand his mood at this time.
He feels like he has become a joke now!
It created a dimension-breaking dream connection with the "Charlotte Troubles".
No, if there is a chance in the future, I have to snatch this movie and remove this song.
Sun Yawen patted Zhang Yixing and asked, "Have you never heard of this song? It's okay, don't be nervous, I'll teach you!"
Zhang Yixing lied and said to Sun Yawen: "I can sing. I heard my dad sing."
Of course Zhang Guangzong has never sung it. In fact, Zhang Yixing learned this song after watching "Charlotte Troubles" and because of the plot, he specifically found out the song and listened to it.
Sun Yawen smiled and said: "You can sing, that's great, that would be great!"
The programs are recorded one by one, there is no audience in the hall, and the audience scenes will be recorded separately later, so as long as you are well rehearsed, the recording efficiency is quite fast.
Not long after, Zhang and his party stood on the stage and recorded a poem recitation "I Love This Land". The performance was successful and received a round of applause from the audience.
The song recording was temporarily postponed to the next day because it required Zhang Yixing to change clothes.
Of course Zhang Yixing has no objection. As a specially invited actor, he does not need to prepare his own clothes.
There was no pay for the performance, so being able to wear two different clothes and go back was not in vain.
After staying at the TV station for three days, Zhang Yixing completely ended the recording of his program, and then Zhou Xingguo sent him back.
Surprisingly, Zhang and his party received a cash reward of 1,000 yuan. Zhou Xingguo said that it was specially approved by his mother, which made him jealous.
On the day he left, Wang Weiyuan and Han Shiyao came specially to see him off. The three of them even left each other's contact information, which was actually their mailing address.
"We can be pen pals!"
Thinking of what Han Shiyao said when leaving, Zhang Yixin curled his lips and smiled.
Pen pal!
What an old term!
