This star is from the earth

A black taxi slowly stopped in front of the restaurant.

The driver in uniform got out of the car and trotted around half of the car, and helped Zhang Yiman open the rear door with his white hand.

Zhang Yiman got into the car, the door was closed carefully, and she lowered the window.

Zhang Yaohui leaned on the window and said, "Then dad will leave first, you and Lin Qin have a good time."

"Got it!" Zhang Yiman waved.

"Be careful, and don't panic if you are recognized on the road. If you can't get away, call..." Zhang Yaohui was halfway through the instruction, pondered for a moment, and said, "Forget it, I'll let Xiao Chen stay and follow you gone."

"No need, Dad!" Zhang Yiman waved vigorously.

"Remember to call the police if you have any problems, and remember to take pictures of Meimei while playing and send them to Dad, and..."

"Okay, Dad, let's go! The plane will be too late!" Zhang Yiman pushed her father's head and was about to rush out.

Zhang Yaohui stepped back a little, and asked the driver to take his daughter to the destination in Sakura language, and drive carefully on the road.

The driver immediately turned sideways and bowed, almost hitting his head on the co-pilot's seat cushion, saying that he would definitely deliver Ling Qianjin to her destination safely.

Zhang Yaohui stood up straight, smiled and waved to his daughter.

The car started slowly.

Zhang Yiman bid farewell to his father with a bright smile, and even turned around to watch his father's figure shrink and shrink through the rear window of the car until he couldn't see it at all.

"I have such a good relationship with my father~" the driver smiled and sighed in Chinese, which is not standard but fluent.

Zhang Yiman showed a simple and honest smile, then took out a small note from his pocket, and handed it to the driver: "Go here."

driver:"……"

The driver pulled over, took the note, and started the car silently. He didn't speak after that.

Zhang Yiman picked up the phone and said in a cheerful tone: "Uncle! I just finished lunch with my father, now I'm here~!"

"Enter from the intersection, right under the road sign in front? Okay!"

"Is the phone running out of battery? Then we wait, how about finding a place to charge it first? Oh, it's not the charging!~ It's charging your phone!...Ah, yes, I have a power bank in my bag! Okay , good."

"Okay, wait for me!" Zhang Yiman hung up the phone, clicked his fingers, looked at the winter scenery outside the window, but hummed cheerful "Summer" in his heart.

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[Ai Du] has been one of the top five records in the world for a long time. The structure of the record industry has basically been fixed, and it is difficult to make major changes. The previous CEO wanted to extend his tentacles to the idol field and do the fan economy, but it had little effect. He had contacts, resources, and money, but it happened that none of the idols were popular, and they were pushed one by one. [Blue Whale], [Xingyan] These companies have been defeated, and they retracted their tentacles in a desperate manner.

After Zhang Yaohui became the helm of the company, what he wants to do is not only to consolidate [Ai Du]'s position in the record industry. He also wants to lead the company to gain more market capitalization and leave his personal mark on the company.

Entering the film and television industry is Zhang Yaohui's goal.

"The people from Huaya Films have already booked a restaurant, which is at the Huade Hotel."

"Um."

"The chairman of Donghai Films invites you to a wine party tonight."

"Say I'm not free."

Holding the tablet, the secretary reported the afternoon schedule.

When Zhang Yaohui went to the capital this time, he conducted a network collection based on the inspections of the previous few months. Those who need to be acquired have already decided to buy, those who need to buy shares for layout will buy shares, and several other executives from other film industries have also reached an agreement, and they can be dug over at any time. Various things, let Zhang Yaohui continue He wanted to stay and spend a birthday with his daughter, but he could only go to work.

Although he became more free than before as Zhang Yiman said after he was promoted, but when he should be busy, he couldn't push it away. In the position of CEO, even if some businesses are easy and simple, Zhang Yaohui must be dispatched, because now Zhang Yaohui represents the company and is irreplaceable.

Zhang Yaohui's ambition is not too strong, the reason why he wants to strive for the top can be said to be because of his daughter.

If Zhang Yiman is just a young singer who made his debut according to his interests, then he is almost ready to be a director. With money and time, I can raise a dog at home, accompany my daughter, and occasionally help my daughter promote cooperation with other artists, and life is very happy.

However, my daughter's musical talent is very strong, God enjoys food, she is born to sing, and she is obviously walking towards the road of queen. Zhang Yaohui knows that his daughter enjoys singing, so he can't say "Daughter, don't sing so well, or it will be the end of the day", so in order to continue to protect his daughter from the wind and rain, he intercepted the quarrels and discords in the circle, let The daughter An Anxin sang, and he could only walk up with her, and climb up with her.

The secretary's report was over, and there was a moment of silence in the car.

Zhang Yaohui suddenly said to the secretary: "Now I talk to Xiaoman about work and she won't complain about being bored anymore. During the meal just now, she even talked about economics with me."

When Zhang Yaohui said this, he couldn't help showing off.

After listening to it with a smile, the secretary sighed, "Xiaoman has grown up."

The secretary has worked with Zhang Yaohui for ten years and knows what this means.

"Yes, Xiaoman has grown up." Zhang Yaohui said.

Zhang Yaohui knew why his daughter changed.

To a certain extent, it is Han Jue's influence on the daughter that makes the daughter better.

Zhang Yaohui could also feel that Han Jue also cherished Xiaoman and was careful not to let her be hurt by the outside world.

It's just a pity.

It's a pity for Han Jue. It's a pity for them.

If Han Jue didn't have the worry that made him dare not trust him, Han Jue would be a good son-in-law.

Hearing from his daughter, he called her less and less recently, and the contact between the two became less and less. While Zhang Yaohui breathed a sigh of relief, he was also a little bit disappointed.

Does this hold back?

Do you like it only to this extent?

Zhang Yaohui asked the secretary: "Where is Han Jue now?"

"Han Jue's studio posted a photo of him. The latest update was posted an hour ago. He was watching an exhibition at the Metropolis Museum. The last one is that Han Jue was picking a book in a bookstore, and the one in his hand is John Deng Poems by John Donne."

Zhang Yaohui thought for a moment, then remembered: "Oh, that poet who has to marry secretly."

The secretary admired Zhang Yaohui's erudition.

Zhang Yaohui said: "He married a 17-year-old girl when he was about 30 years old, and his career was completely ruined. So, if..."

"careful!"

"Boom!!!"

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"It's just ahead." The driver of the taxi glanced at the back row from the rearview mirror.

Zhang Yiman thanked the driver in Huaxia language and Sakura language respectively, in exchange for the shy smile of the driver uncle.

Zhang Yiman took out the mirror and checked his mask and clothes for the last time, especially after confirming that all his red hair was hidden in the knitted hat, he jumped out of the car with a canvas satchel in his mouth. Although she knew that Han Jue and others were not outside, she couldn't help but look for Han Jue.

As soon as he thought of seeing Han Jue soon, he tapped his fingers on the satchel.

[What are you going to do next? Let's eat something first. At noon, I deliberately left my stomach unsatisfied, and I just planned to eat something with my uncle later. Oh, I didn't bring the guitar, otherwise I could sing to my uncle when I went to the park to play. It's a pity it's not spring, otherwise it will be beautiful when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom...]

It's time to go.

"Guest..." The driver stopped the car at the parking lot on the side of the road and turned his head.

Zhang Yiman's cell phone rang slightly.

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

Zhang Yiman wanted to get out of the car before answering the phone, but saw that the driver had already stopped the conversation, and smiled to indicate that he could wait for Zhang Yiman to finish the call before speaking, so Zhang Yiman bowed slightly and answered quickly. picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Zhang Yiman was wearing a mask, speaking in a muffled voice, as if separated by a door.

The person on the other side of the phone was a woman, speaking in a calm and soft tone.

The other party spoke the language of Sakura, and Zhang Yiman couldn't understand, "Ah, I'm sorry, I don't understand."

Just as she was about to ask the driver to translate for her, there was a rustle on the other side, and a few seconds later, a young man came over to speak, and he repeated what he had just said in Chinese: "Hi, this is Shun Shuntian Hospital Affiliated to Paradise University! Are you the daughter of Mr. Zhang Yaohui?"

"Ah, that's right, I'm his daughter, what's wrong with him?..."

"Your father is in a car accident and is undergoing first aid. The emergency contact number in his mobile phone shows your number, so he took the liberty to call you. May I ask where you are now..."

Zhang Yiman held up his mobile phone, opened his mouth slightly, and fell into childhood in an instant.

White walls, white sheets, blue curtains. The sun shines in very well, but it is always covered with dust. The air is mixed with the smell of disinfectant and urine, coughing, talking and the rushing footsteps of nurses are always intertwined.

Regarding the earliest memory in life, Zhang Yiman can remember it until he was four years old.

In the few years after the age of four, I only remember a few sporadic memory fragments that can't tell the time before and after, and my mother appeared.

If you don't watch the video at that time, you can't remember the mother's face clearly. The only thing I remember is that my mother's head is bare, she is very thin, and looks small. If my mother's students come to visit her, my mother will wear a hat.

She went to see her mother and told her what happened in school, who quarreled with whom, and who had a private life with whom.

My mother just listened happily and didn't speak. She always burst into tears when she listened.

She didn't understand anything at the time, and thought her mother was in pain, so she moved to her mother's withered hand, gently blew on the needle hole that was being infused, and said it didn't hurt.

Mom just laughed.

Then she laughed with confidence and wiped away her mother's tears.

"You need to find a boyfriend and a husband carefully."

"I'm looking for the same as my father!"

Mom chuckled: "Your father wasn't so good when he was young."

"Then I'll find someone better than Dad!"

Mom wiped more and more tears.

She hurried to blow the needle for her mother again. After blowing for a while, she asked her mother:

"Mom, when are you okay?"

"It will be fine soon."

"Then when is it?"

"Soon to be..."

Zhang Yiman had already forgotten what her mother said at the time. What connects this memory is that she was changed into a black dress and sat in front of her mother's photo to watch the night. She couldn't keep it, and was called to sleep in the room when she was sleepy, but her father remained motionless as if Never falling asleep, he talked to every guest and fell silent.

Mum's students and friends cried out over pictures of Mum. But she didn't cry. At that time, she didn't understand what happened, but Zhang Yiman still remembered the palpitating panic and uneasiness.

Now this feeling is coming again.

Zhang Yiman covered her heart, took a deep breath, and told the other party in a trembling voice that she was in Tokyo and would go there immediately.

"Excuse me, Mr. Driver, can you take me to the hospital?" Zhang Yiman hung up the phone, wiped away his tears, and begged the driver in a crying voice, trembling all over his body, "Please! Please hurry up! Hurry up ..."

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