Entertainment: Deyun’s young class leader? Sorry, quit

On the way home in the car, Guo Qilin bought some more things. After having He He at home, it has become a habit to buy some snacks for her.

Especially today, I was busy all day and didn't play with her much except for lunch.

Go home and put down what you are holding.

Suddenly, Deng Ziqi came trotting over with He He. He He raised her hands, holding a cup.

Looking at the new patterned cup, Guo Qilin didn't understand what it meant. He wanted to drink the water himself, and there was no water in it. But he was very happy to see his daughter, "What's wrong? What do you want to do?"

"To Dad~"

"Really? For me?"

Deng Ziqi opened his mouth, "What else do you want to say?"

He He: "Dad~"

"Ah."

He He: “Happy~”

"What happiness?"

"Happy birthday...~"

The little girl mumbled it in her mouth, and her mother was so happy that she was out of breath. What the hell is this?

What's going on 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 couldn't take it anymore and quickly corrected her, "Did I say Happy Birthday? Do you think buying gifts is celebrating your birthday? What are you thinking? It's Father's Day, you know?"

There was such a commotion.

Guo Qilin understood what was going on and was very happy. He didn't expect the little girl to buy something for him. How could he not love it? He was reluctant to use it.

After recovering from her smile, Deng Ziqi put her hands on her hips, looked at her husband and said seriously, "I wanted to give it to you tomorrow, but I was afraid she would lose her enthusiasm, because our daughter is really unreliable and easily forgets things.

She was talking about choosing gifts one second, and the next she lost her mind as she entered the supermarket. It took her two days to finally pick a cup that she liked. Then she decided to buy three, one for each of them. I guess she bought such nice-looking things for drinking milk in the future.

Hers is still pink..."

"He He loves daddy~"

Before she could finish her words, the little girl suddenly said something, and her mother closed her mouth with a bitter look on her face. She said that her little mouth was so beautiful that it would make her father happy and she was very clever.

"Daddy loves you too."

Guo Qilin picked up his little girl and kissed her. She was so beautiful that he treasured the cup in his hand even more. But he remembered that he had been busy all day and had completely forgotten to buy something for his master. He might as well buy it now, for fear that he would forget it tomorrow.

Sometimes work comes unexpectedly.

"Let's go out again and buy Master a bottle of good wine as a gift for tomorrow.

After retirement, this is his only hobby.”

Hearing that they were going out to buy things again, the little girl was happy. She couldn't stop shaking her little body. She didn't like to go anywhere else but to buy things and ride on the rocking car near the supermarket entrance.

A rocking car can keep her controlled for half a day.

"Today is a holiday for her. Look how happy she is." Deng Ziqi pinched his daughter's soft little face, speechless to a certain extent.

What can I do? It’s my own child.

After that, the whole family went out to buy gifts for the master.

Not to mention the gifts, just seeing the little girl was already a very good gift for Yu Qian. He was worried about not being able to find anything to do late at night, so having her here together was very exciting and lively.

Enough for a night of fun.

They also planned to go out and play together early the next morning, and just then a group of pigeons and chickens arrived at the horse farm.

After hearing this, Guo Qilin understood that this was another opportunity for the little girl to have sex.

It’s really enough for her to eat.

I don’t know how much money this little mouth has eaten.

But this is different for Guo Qilin and Yue Yunpeng after they returned home. Even after the song was recorded, the feelings in their hearts remained for a long time.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that I suddenly had the urge to take out my mobile phone and post a short message on Weibo to share my thoughts, otherwise I would be too uncomfortable to do so.

[I am really sorry to take up a few minutes of your time. I will play 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 to sing it for everyone to hear in the form of a song.

There are four stories in the lyrics, all of which are true stories. I know that many people don’t have such experiences and don’t have such resonance. I don’t know if they will find the lyrics inexplicable. But he did exist.

When I recall every little detail of my time with my father, too many scenes come to mind.

I remember following my father to push a wheelbarrow and sell steamed buns. Even though my classmates laughed at me, I still felt like a man.

I remember harvesting crops in the wheat fields in the summer. My father asked me to sell popsicles at the edge of the field. I bought the popsicles for 30 cents and sold them for 50 cents. I ate them all by myself in a day, but my father laughed at me.

I remember my father quarreling with my mother because of drinking, and my grandmother chasing him with a cane. My father was afraid that my grandmother would fall, so he squatted in the corner and took the beating.

Thinking of what my father told me, I should thank a grandmother who lived next door to the east. In the 1970s, when our family had not eaten for three days, the grandmother sent us a bucket of sorghum rice, which saved our family.

I remember that when my fourth sister got married and I came home from work, my father asked for her permission to open her dowry, a 21-inch color TV. I sat in front of the TV but was not happy because it had no signal and only black and white snow.

……

My father was always worried that I wouldn't be able to find a wife, and 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 wanted to visit Yanjing, Shenzhen, and Hangzhou, but he never did. When I went to these places later, I would take out his photos on my phone and take him to see, walk, and walk.

The song will be online in a few hours. Thank you Dalin, you have been my brother for so many years, you are like a family member in my heart.

This song was written and arranged entirely by Dalin, and he also helped me a lot during the recording process, otherwise it would not have been completed.

Enough of that, brothers. I’m a little sleepy now. See you tomorrow.”

It took Yue Yunpeng an hour to publish a long microblog.

As soon as it was released, it touched many people.

This is the first time I saw the funny Yue Yunpeng become so affectionate, just for singing a song for his father.

When people saw that it was Dalin who was helping, the popularity and topic started to rise. Everyone knows Guo Qilin's reputation for writing songs.

Guo Qilin himself must have seen the same thing. Each paragraph of text was enough to show how much Brother Yue missed his father.

No wonder when I was recording, eating dinner felt like being chased by a wolf. I finished it in no time and then practiced alone.

In terms of hard work, he deserves it.

After a night passed, the next day, the song "If There is an Elevator to Heaven" recorded by Yue Yunpeng was successfully released online.

There was no special publicity, just a short Weibo post, but surprisingly, it had nearly a million views in just one morning.

And successfully aroused the empathy of a large number of netizens.

This was especially true for the master Guo Degang, because he saw with his own eyes how miserable his beloved disciple was.

The moment we received the news, the people backstage almost burst into tears.

However, everyone came to see his overseas performances, and in the end he just gritted his teeth and performed for a few days before leaving.

Perhaps he also understood that it would be too late to rush back now for his overseas performance.

Writing a song now only proves that the child has grown up.

Then I quietly clicked on the songs to see what Dalin and what he wrote were like.

After a while, Xiao Yue's voice slowly came from his study.

"That spring I ran madly to the wheat field~
I said to my father, I will be thirteen tomorrow~ I want to eat a bowl of instant noodles from TV~

You straightened up and pretended to wipe the sweat off your face and wiped your eyes.

In the first month of that year, I left home with my quilt rolled up.
You said you should save what you should save and spend what you should spend when you go out~

The village chief installed a telephone last year.

If it's urgent, call. If it's not urgent, write.

If there was an elevator that went straight to heaven~
I want to see you regardless of everything~

Let me show you my results~

Is it considered a little bit of success?
......"

Four minutes in, after listening to the song, the Master had mixed emotions.

He was very pleased that his apprentice had reached such a point, but at the same time, he couldn't help but think of his eldest son.

The eldest son has also achieved success.

Not only is he good at writing songs and singing, his movies also sold 3.6 billion copies, which makes him much happier than his father, and he is extremely proud of himself.

It’s a pity that he didn’t recognize himself.

Just now, he saw the photos and updates posted by his senior.

Dalin's family was having dinner at the horse farm. There was a table full of delicious food, and the little granddaughter was so busy that she started to eat it all, holding a big chicken leg in her hand and gnawing on it.

This state of family happiness made him feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he was used to it, and when he saw the photo, he thought it was something he had expected, so he didn't think too much about it.

I was just thinking in the villa about what to do in the future. No one would be able to inherit Deyun Club if there was really no one to inherit it.

He insisted on asking Dalin to come back.

Just because neither Zhang Yunlei nor Guo Fenyang is up to the task, his sister is taking better care of Zhang Yunlei now, and will definitely take better care of Guo Fenyang in the future. What can that do?

I don't understand anything.

And what you say will come true.

After a while, a man came, walked up to the second floor and knocked on the door gently.

"Brother-in-law."

"Come in, what's the matter?" Guo Degang didn't like Zhang Yunlei at the moment and was extremely disappointed in him.

"My sister is planning to arrange a concert for me recently. I've thought about it and decided that it's better for you to make the decision. I'll follow your lead."

Now it is June and he has already resumed performances. After resuming performances, his mind is no longer on crosstalk, so the role of captain is no longer needed.

The reason I came to ask was to ask my brother-in-law what he thought. If he agreed, I would focus on songs in the future and become singer Zhang Yunlei instead of crosstalk actor Zhang Yunlei.

Guo Degang can do whatever he wants as long as it 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."

Going out of the study, Zhang Yunlei was in a good mood. Going down the stairs felt so smooth, and the furniture in the house was so pleasing to the eye.

I’ve wanted to sing for a long time.

I wanted to sing the year I came back in 2011. After all these years, I can finally officially become a singer.

However, when leaving the Rose Garden, I felt a little uncomfortable. Today, a song that Guo Qilin wrote for Yue Yunpeng became very popular.

Many people listened to it, and if the incident had not happened, they would really want him to write a song for them.

But it was impossible to ask Guo Qilin to write a song for me, unless I died.

There was a hundred reluctances in my heart.

After getting out, he immediately took a car to a restaurant to have dinner with people related to his concert.

"Come on, let's do it! We must do this concert well. The singer's success depends on this one."

Zhang Yunlei and his team had a dinner together. This concert was held at the Yanjing Gymnasium, which had a capacity of more than 10,000 people.

It is not easy to apply.

Among the people having dinner, there were friends, professional teachers, general producers, and general coordinators, the most important of whom was the agent.

As an agent, he put a lot of effort into Zhang Yunlei.

Things often get into trouble and he's often banned from performing, which makes him want to curse.

Fortunately, Deyunshe’s agent not only takes care of him, but also others.

While eating, the agent said, "Xiaobian'er, the promotion for this concert will start soon, but normal promotion won't work. You haven't shown up in such a long time, it'd be better to do something to get more exposure."

"I don't have anything worth exposing right now." Zhang Yunlei is self-aware. After being silent for so long, apart from his fans, he has indeed not achieved anything that is valued by outsiders.

I used to have some ambassadorial title, but I have forgotten it now.

"It's what I thought before. I'll pay someone to write a song and I can sing it at this concert."

"Okay, I'll talk to you when I get back. I think my brother-in-law and sister will agree."

Zhang Yunlei knew that her brother-in-law had a wide network of contacts, and he 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 my brother-in-law speaks up, even if they don’t write it themselves, they will introduce some well-known singers to them and help.

There will be some topics to talk about then.

But the agent has a different idea. "It's no use looking for singers from the older generation. We have to look for singers who are popular now and have strong creative abilities."

As the words came out, Zhang Yunlei's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and a name he didn't want to see 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 write a song for Xiao Yue today? The effect was very good. It focused the attention and discussion of Father's Day there.

Plus, his popularity is already at its peak.

"The Garland Under the Mountain" became a huge hit and was hailed as a masterpiece. He may become a well-known director in the future. This trend is getting stronger and stronger, and he has directed several films."

When the agent praised Guo Qilin, Zhang Yunlei's face turned pale.

Outsiders actually don’t know how much hatred there is between Zhang Yunlei and Guo Qilin, because they had seen him appear at the opening ceremony in Tianjin before and thought they had reconciled.

But that's what outsiders think. In reality, Zhang Yunlei is unwilling to do so. Now that it comes to the point, he feels so awkward.

It’s just that with so many people having dinner together, I can’t just say, “I’ll try, but he’s too busy and may not have the time.”

"It's better to ask him."

"Well, I'll try."

After drinking a glass of wine, Zhang Yunlei's head twisted and his face looked extremely ferocious. He asked a person who was envious, jealous and hated to write a song for him. Not to mention whether he agreed or not, he didn't even want to give him a penny of the song writing money.

If he were to write songs, wouldn't he make millions?

It would be better to just die than to give Guo Qilin a million.

So no one can invite him, I would rather spend more money to invite others.

Zhang Yunlei had a morbid hatred for Guo Qilin, simply because he was living too well.

You have to know that in the past, my popularity was constantly crushing his and he had no chance of rising.

Now? Now I have become a clown who is being trampled underfoot. (End of this chapter)