The actor he wrote by himself

The stage went dark, and a circle of projected white light enveloped the small world where Guan Che was sitting.

He sat inside, with dry ice on the soles of his feet, and a white mist rose up.It gives people a feeling that they can't see their faces clearly, and they are separated by wind and snow.

There is a weak fill light in front of the instructor's seat, so that the camera can capture their reactions.So Guan Che could see Huo Xiuchi sitting far in front of him.

Guan Che took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if he had returned to that night last Friday.

The copper teapot was brewing tea, and the fine water vapor was steaming. He had just read the article written by Huo Xiuchi word by word, and raised his head amidst the entanglement. Outside the window was just a bright moon, a lone star, and black and green cedar trees standing under the cold light.

He touched the strings of the guitar, slowly opened his eyes while exhaling, and plucked the first note——

"If there are secrets in winter/Snow buried boys

If lovers can meet / all the petals fall into the eyes

He is looking for a dimly lit place on the top of the snowy mountain

He built a boat on the other side of Qingbo/ to meet the appointment"

The tune is very simple, only the sound of his guitar playing, without any instruments mixed in, and there is no high-pitched chorus, it is nothing more than adding some volume and emotional investment in the crooning and shallow singing.He would close his eyes tightly, frown slightly, and be as gentle as if he was digging out his heart.

"Create a cocoon with boundless tenderness / spread to the sky / love only hates paper

Boil the snow with boiling love/Look around/Dye the reddish face

Accompanied by him in the light of the wind and the moon / Broken stars in a room / Hearing secrets whispered"

When he sang this line, Guan Che looked at Huo Xiuchi.

Huo Xiuchi leaned forward, propped his elbows on the table, clasped his hands against his chin and lips, stared at Guan Che unblinkingly, his eye sockets gradually became moist, and the light from Guan Che's stage fell into his eyes, and he was caught Cut into finely divided stars.

Guan Che's lyrics easily pulled him into the winter that just passed, when the mountains and plains were covered with snow, and the boundless whiteness made him see love at a glance, and he has been moving forward ever since.

"The snow stopped / the fog cleared / he lightly became a poem

Boy/onward/he was finally seen..."

One song finished.

The audience was still immersed in a gentle and quiet atmosphere. It was not until Guan Che got off the high chair and bowed deeply three times to three directions of the stage that everyone burst into applause and cheers.

He sure likes himself, absolutely likes himself. ——Huo Xiuchi thought.

"Thank you Guan Che for "If Winter Has a Secret". It's really a very warm song. Would you like to share with you the mental journey of creating this song?" .

Then Guan Che bowed again, and said: "I created this song in a very short time. It took about two days for the lyrics and music, and it was completed the day before the submission of the sound source. The tune and so on It's all very crude. I want to say sorry to everyone here."

"I originally wanted to use another song, but this song has something I want to express and have to express. We have played so far, and there are only a handful of stages, and each time is more precious and rare. I am afraid that I will I can only go so far today. So I chose this song willfully."

"No! No!"

"Guan Guan you are the best!!"

"Debut for mom!"

There were fans below who responded vigorously.

Guan Che's eyes flickered: "I am a very internalized person. It is not easy to express my thoughts sincerely. More often than not, I like to lower my sense of existence and observe others. I also share with everyone Same, long-term in an ordinary and humble state, jumping back and forth between self-consistency and anxiety. Up to now, I have endured so much love and care, and been injected with so much abundant vitality, I am terrified."

Huo Xiuchi was nervous and excited, he still didn't change his posture, and even now his facial muscles were shaking a little.

Just as he intuited that the song was expressing his heart, he also intuited that these words were responding to himself in the open and in the dark.

But this is a recording after all, Guan Che can't be this crazy.

Speaking of this, he changed the subject: "This winter, I got a lot of things, each of which is so lucky that I want to kowtow to God. I was able to gain the support and love of so many planners in this program." , I am really grateful to have met you. Thank you!"

After he finished his self-report, each instructor had to make an evaluation.

The vocal instructor talked about some professional things, Guan Che listened politely, and calmly answered some questions.

Huo Xiuchi's last comment.

When he picked up the microphone, his voice was still a little choked. After a delay of two seconds, he gave Guan Che a thumbs up: "It's really great to be able to complete such a song in two days."

The audience did not spare their applause, once again they clapped red palms for Guan Che.

Guan Che bowed: "Thank you, Mr. Huo."

Huo Xiuchi was silent for two seconds, organized his words, and began to talk about his sense of hearing: "You said the song is simple, but I don't think so. When I listened to this song, I seemed to see a boy who had been wandering in the heavy snow for a long time. I don't know what night it will be, and where it will go. Until someone melts the ice and snow with love and picks him out from the vast snowfield."

"I can receive the emotions you convey, and I believe the audience can too. It is precisely because you simplify other things, such as tunes and singing skills, that the emotions are more prominent."

After speaking, he also interacted with the audience: "Do you feel it?"

"I feel it!!!" the audience roared.

Guan Che pointedly said, "Just feel it."

His acting skills are very straightforward, his brows and eyes are filled with a wicked smile, it's hard for Huo Xiuchi not to understand.

Huo Xiuchi looked down at the lyrics board, and asked what he was very concerned about just now: "You have a sentence here, cooking snow with boiling love, I think it's very good, how did you think of describing it like this?"

Boiling love is their secret, and it is also his secret.

So Huo Xiuchi had to ask.

"Ah, this." Guan Che suddenly rolled his eyes and smiled embarrassedly, "Didn't I just say that many lucky things happened this winter, and this is actually one of them."

Everyone became interested, and the person in charge beside him had eyes shining brightly, and said in a strange voice, "Oh? Love..."

Guan Che looked at Huo Xiuchi, and said: "Planners who may know me know that I made my debut once before, and I participated in an acting show. After so many years, I actually didn't have a few fans. Until recently , I met a guy who kept all the promotional materials from my show five years ago very well and named them Boiling Love."

really.

When Huo Xiuchi started this conversation, he knew that Guan Che, a curious kitten, had been to his third floor.

So, now, he should be regarded as a lost horse?

Amidst the uproar, Guan Che continued: "After knowing this, I was really touched. This feeling of being supported and silently accompanied is very heartwarming, and it is a great encouragement and motivation for me. "

"But... as I said just now, I also have panic."

Huo Xiuchi's heart hung up.

Just as Guan Che didn't want him to be someone who took advantage of Internet public opinion because of him, he also didn't want Guan Che to feel that there was something heavy on his head because of this extra like, and he had to do something.

He doesn't need what he does.Neither of them want to bring any burden to each other.

"So, boil the snow with boiling love." Guan Che gave his attitude, "I am writing to that fan, and I am also writing to the current fans and friends. Since I have accepted your love, I will continue to use it in the future Treat each other with love and sincerity.”

Guan Che's words were no longer hints.

Huo Xiuchi's heart was beating wildly, he only hated that he was recording now, otherwise, otherwise he would have to hold Guan Che tightly in his arms, not enough for one day and one night, three days and three nights.

He restrained and restrained, and finally said in a very calm tone: "This fan must love you very much. If he heard what you said today, I think he should love you even more."

Guan Che smiled brightly, and said very generously: "I think so."

……

Huo Xiuchi's comment session was over, he had just put down the microphone, and the host was about to ask the audience to vote for Guan Che's team B's original stage.Guan Che suddenly said: "Manager, I actually have a little wish to fulfill."

The host put down the script and asked, "What is your wish?"

"Because my major is closely related to film and television works, I admire Teacher Huo very much." Guan Che's ears are red, but his eyes are bold and seductive. "So, can I hug Teacher Huo?"

The audience applauded, cheered and screamed, booing.

Everyone likes to watch plots such as success in star chasing and dream come true, and they are also very keen on booing and helping.

Huo Xiuchi refreshed his understanding of Guan Che again today. He listened to Guan Che's words last night, and managed to hold onto his own personality on the show... Guan Che directly sang, fell off the horse, and hugged him in three consecutive strikes, making him look like a fool. Almost forgot what my last name was.

"It seems that Brother Xiuchi also gained a small fan at the scene today~" The manager smiled and threw the question to Huo Xiuchi, "Is it possible?"

sure!Absolutely!

If it wasn't for the character design, he could immediately grow wings and fly over to hug him.

"I'm coming." Huo Xiuchi stood up, picked up the microphone and said something, he simply tidied up his white shirt, walked straight and straight off the instructor's seat, and walked towards the center of the stage.

He hugged Guan Che in the center of the light.

"Isn't your idol my dad?" Huo Xiuchi whispered in his ear.

Guan Che also responded in a low voice: "I climbed a wall for a short time to trick you into going on stage, no problem."

"No problem," Huo Xiuchi touched the back of his head subconsciously, and rubbed his curly hair, "You can also climb the wall forever, and I won't lose money if I invest in it."

The time they hugged was enough for these three sentences. When Huo Xiuchi let go of him, Guan Che's lips brushed against his earlobe, and said softly: "This fan, does anyone love me more?"

crazy.Huo Xiuchi's ears went numb, half of his ears were ringing.

"No need to confirm again, little idol. The answer will always be the one you want to hear."

Huo Xiuchi patted him on the shoulder twice before turning back to the instructor's seat.

The subsequent recording lasted for an afternoon, and everyone was surprised to find that after Guan Che's stage, when everyone was almost aesthetically fatigued and exhausted, Huo Xiuchi's mental state was as excited as if he had been injected with ten tubes of chicken blood.

The author has something to say: Guan Guan: Fatang, you can’t do it, you still have to watch me

Huo Huo: No wonder he insisted on recording

(It’s late, 20 red envelopes thank you for waiting, I will make up for it one after another today and tomorrow!)

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