[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

Qi Yan was really drunk.

The director's card point was also extremely vicious, so he cut directly from Qi Yan's close-up shot to his new sweet chocolate commercial.

There was chaos on and off the stage. After Luo Yiping made the phone call, Bi Wenning found the program director directly within 1 minute, and scolded him: "What the hell is going on, Lao Zhao? Huh? We cooperated well, why is this so?" Did you bring Xiaoyan’s father here without even saying a word? You don’t know Xiaoyan’s life experience. Isn’t this a direct stab at the heart of a person? Did you do such a thing? You go to the United States If you don’t learn after the inspection, you will learn that others have lost morals, right? Withdraw immediately, cancel it!”

Zhao Shuquan was at a loss, and after asking clearly, he quickly said, "I really don't know about this, Wen Ning, don't be angry, I'll just..."

The two were talking on the phone, when Bi Wenning suddenly interrupted a request for a three-way call, and it was He Qianqiu.

Even though there were only a few minutes of commercial time left, Bi Wenning answered his call.

He Qianqiu was not in a hurry, and his voice was as calm and determined as ever, "Please allow me to be troublesome. The temporary withdrawal of the program is just trying to make a mark. There is no need to cause a broadcast accident for this matter, and Qi Yan will solve it by himself."

Bi Wenning was still a little hesitant: "But..."

"Don't worry," He Qianqiu's voice had a wonderful persuasive power, and he smiled slowly, "Xiao Yan was raised by me."

At the same time, Qi Yan also received a temporary trigger task from Messiah 3.0 who hadn't moved for a long time: "Perfectly solve the public image crisis."

It turns out that I still have a public image that can be saved. Qi Yan touched his chin and complained secretly, sat on the other side of the sofa with a straight face, and began to think about how to solve the crisis.

Guan Yue was called by the assistant, and several staff members were arguing fiercely.

The man sat primly at the other end of the rose-red sofa. The jacket on his body was brand new, his hair was newly cut, and his eyebrows were powdered and trimmed.Even so, he still couldn't hide his haggard look and the frost between his brows.

He shouldn't have had a very good life these years.

Qi Yan suddenly felt sad, but still stubbornly turned his head away from him.

The man timidly looked in Qi Yan's direction, as if he wanted to say something.

Qi Yan pretended not to notice, leaned lazily on the sofa, crossed his legs and played with his mobile phone, only to see He Qianqiu sent him several photos.

A bright red sports car, the smooth lines of the body are the crystallization of aerodynamic models. Under the crystal-like tough light of the spotlights, the whole body is shining, and it is parked murderously in the vast hall.

If I remember correctly, He Qianqiu was in Geneva, and there happened to be a car show in March. It seemed that he was not idle, and Qi Yan's eyes lit up.

He Qianqiu sent him another series of data, the maximum horsepower is 680, the peak torque is 710, and the top speed is 380kmh...

The last word was sent: "Buy?"

Without hesitation, Qi Yan replied decisively: "Buy, buy, buy!"

He Qianqiu said again: "Ordinary people can't control it."

A high-power racing car is like a wild horse with a violent temperament. Only experienced, calm-headed, quick-responsive, and energetic riders can control it. Although Qi Yan is inexperienced, he is somewhat confident in other aspects... I guess.

Besides, there is He Qianqiu.

So he replied flatteringly: "Brother Qianqiu is not afraid =3 ="

He seemed to be able to see He Qianqiu's gentle look with a smile on his lips, He Qianqiu said: "Good boy, I'll sign the contract."

Thanks to He Qianqiu's timely help to divert his attention, Qi Yan felt that his depression was swept away, and when he thought that the gorgeous and domineering sports car would be shipped back to China sooner or later, he faintly felt anticipation and excitement.

His appearance of concentrating on chatting with people on WeChat probably stimulated the middle-aged man. When the man was about to call Xiaoyan, Guan Yue and Luo Yiping walked in one after the other.

Guan Yue's expression was a little unpredictable, she couldn't see any other meaning, she just looked at Qi Yan in embarrassment: "Xiao Yan, I thought you had already agreed..."

Qi Yan was really stunned, "I don't know about this."

Guan Yue wanted to say something else, but Basuke began to shout: "Get ready!" She had no choice but to stroke her hair and sit back dignifiedly.

Luo Yiping did not hide his anger and dissatisfaction at all, leaned down and whispered in Qi Yan's ear: "Xiao Yan, if you are really upset, let's go on strike!"

His most important duty as an assistant is to ensure that Qi Yan as an "artist" can complete his work smoothly, and it is definitely not to encourage a strike just to take care of Qi Yan's emotions.

To be able to say such words that may cause him to lose his job, Luo Yiping is also sincerely feeling sorry for Qi Yan.

Qi Yan felt the warmth, he couldn't help laughing, and patted Luo Yiping's shoulder, "Don't worry, I can handle it."

Luo Yiping sighed: "Teacher He is right, you were indeed raised by him."

Qi Yan: This, this kind of visual sense of developing games is an illusion...

Changzhu soon started counting down the seconds, and Luo Yiping told Qi Yan a few words while waiting for the makeup artist to touch up his makeup in a hurry, grabbed his hair and ran out.

The indicator light was on, and Guan Yue, as expected of an experienced host, immediately got into the mood, smiling as if looking at a parent who had just opened a Christmas present, "Do you still know him?"

Qi Yan touched his nose shyly, "I, I think he looks a bit like my dad."

The man's face flushed suddenly, and he didn't know how to place his hands awkwardly, "Xiaoyan..."

Qi Yan stared at him in surprise, then turned to stare at Guan Yue: "No, no way? My dad has been away from home for more than ten years, and I haven't seen him when my mother died. How did you find him? "

His surprise was scheming and straightforward, both Guan Yue and the man showed embarrassment.

The man lowered his eyelids and whispered, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyan..."

Qi Yan's eyes suddenly turned red, he blinked hard, lowered his head slightly, pressed his thumb near the lacrimal gland, avoiding the camera intentionally or unintentionally.After several seconds, he put down his hand again and smiled at the man, "You didn't apologize to me. Are you... okay?"

The man looked at him in surprise, nodded repeatedly, "Very, very good."

Qi Yan asked again: "Is your child okay?"

The man didn't react, and continued to nod: "They are all fine."

Qi Yan hid the sarcasm in his eyes, showed a lonely smile, and looked at Guan Yue as if asking for help.

Guan Yue sighed secretly, but Qi Yan decided the direction of the show with a few words, and the only thing she could do was to take over the baton and continue.

So she also maintained an intellectual smile, and continued to ask softly: "How old is the child?"

The man followed up stupidly: "15 years old, they are a pair of twins, a very smart pair of siblings." There was a hint of pride in his tone.

Guan Yue continued to sigh uncontrollably in her heart, feeling that this man was hopelessly stupid, so she had to ask an extremely naive question, "It's rare to see my son, are you happy?"

The man nodded hurriedly: "Happy, happy!"

Qi Yan said: "I am also happy."

It's just that the sadness and loneliness that he couldn't hide in his expression were all exposed in front of the camera.

The show was over soon, and as soon as the indicator light went out, the smile on Qi Yan's face immediately went out. He stood up with a cold face, nodded to Guan Yue reluctantly, and was about to walk out the door.

The man was anxious, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Xiaoyan, listen to me!"

Qi Yan stopped, there were people all around, he didn't want to make it too ugly, so he turned his head and looked at him, "Speak, I'll listen."

The man hesitated, looking back at him a little bit, but when he thought of the recorder in his pocket, he still insisted and said, "Xiao Yan, are you still unwilling to forgive me?"

Qi Yan suddenly smiled, "Dad," he called very smoothly and naturally, as if there was no more than ten years of estrangement between the two, "Even if you don't want me anymore, I'm still your son. How can I blame you? The person you are sorry for, the person you should ask for forgiveness, is Mom."

The man's fingers started to tremble, Qi Yan easily broke free, straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened, and said, "Dad, on Ching Ming Festival, I will accompany you to visit mother's grave."

"Ah? Oh, good, good!" The man responded in a panic, probably not hearing what Qi Yan was saying clearly.

It wasn't until Qi Yan walked out of the studio that his face suddenly became cold.

Luo Yiping came up to meet him, with a look of relief, he put his arms around his shoulders, "Good job! Oh, I'm scared to death, I'm afraid you will jump up with excitement."

Qi Yan smiled, "Brother Yiping, you're overthinking, I'm a professional actor after all."

He turned his head to look at the second assistant Li Hui who was huddled in the corner, his eyes turned cold again, "You don't need to come tomorrow."

Luo Yiping saw that Li Hui's face was a little green, but he vaguely guessed something without refuting himself.

Sure enough, I heard Qi Yan continue to say: "I can't afford a master who can make decisions for me."

Guan Yue said that Qi Yan agreed, it must have been communicated with his assistant before.Luo Yiping wouldn't do that, and Li Hui was the only one left.

Qi Yan didn't say much, just walked out, Luo Yiping gave Li Hui a cold look, "This circle is very small, listen to my brother's advice, you should change careers."

After throwing down this earnest threat, he chased Qi Yan out.

Qi Yan was still not reconciled, so he called Bi Wenning directly on the way back and asked her to introduce the best PR team.Bi Wenning was angry and funny, so he had no choice but to comfort him, "Don't worry about this matter, you handled it well, and leave it to me."

Qi Yan had no choice but to thank him, and went home depressed.

It didn't take long for fans to post screenshots of Qi Yan's show on the Internet. When I heard my long-lost father talking about his current child in a comforting tone, the young man smiled with a hint of sadness, which made me feel pity.

Then the guns fired in unison: "The person who hurt Xiaoyan, even his own father, cannot forgive him!"

Although there were a few people who questioned or held contrary opinions, they were quickly submerged in the army of fans.

Qi Yan didn't look at it much, or he couldn't bear to look at it at all.He just saw that the system jumped out of the prompts and rewards for completing the task, and then opened the forum.

He originally wanted to vent his anger, but he saw a post like this at a glance: I'm really reluctant to say goodbye to everyone.

The id of the poster is: Messiah of the Furnace.

He immediately sat up, and while sending He Qianqiu a good night message, he usually leaned on the bedside to read the post.

Before I knew it, it was time to say goodbye to everyone.

I can finally save the world. Although I am very happy that I can help, I still can't help being a little sad when I think that I will never see you again.

Although I spent most of my time watching the screen, I had almost no chance to say anything, and I was blocked by Xiaoxin many times, but everyone left a deep impression on me.To put it bluntly, I always feel that you and I are a family.

Ah... so much more to say, but no time.

In the end, I really want to hear the nightingale sing, it must be a beautiful and gentle singing.

I'm off to save the world, everyone, goodbye.

№0☆☆☆Messiah of the Furnace☆☆☆