On the TV, Zhang Zai and Sun Xu appeared directly on the stage. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It wasn't until Zhang Zai nodded that Fan Qing waved the drum stick and struck the first note.

Where the hell is the world full of flowers, and if it really exists then I will definitely go

I want to stand on the highest mountain there, and I don't care if it's a cliff .......

Listening to the singing in his ears, and then looking at himself singing TV, Zhang Zai nodded with satisfaction. That's what you want. The front is fine, but the back is out of order.

Especially when singing the last two paragraphs, when the 500 musicians in the audience sang together, although Zhang Zai was very happy, he was still a little uncomfortable, this was his personal show, and he was disturbed by others, which was very embarrassing.

Wang Yajun and Zhu He were different, when they watched everyone behind them singing Zhang Zai's song, Zhu He and Wang Yajun were shocked, of course, in addition to shock, there was also a little feeling of blood boiling. They can all imagine how hot the scene was at that time.

"Zhang Zai, you are so powerful." Zhu He and Wang Yajun turned their heads to look at Zhang Zai. His eyes were full of adoration.

"That's for sure. Who is Brother Robbery? Zhang Zai shrugged his nose. Said without care.

"Zhang Zheng, you have a runny nose!" Wang Yajun and Zhang Zai were close to each other, and they saw Zhang Zai's small movements of shrugging his nose clearly. Then I found that playful hint of liquid.

"Really? How I didn't feel it. After Zhang Zai finished speaking, he took a tissue and wiped it, and when he finished looking, the paper towel really had unique wrinkles after encountering water. Then Zhang Zheng was dumbfounded.

"I'll go, big brother, you mess with me. Brother is a man who can descend the dragon and eighteen palms, no one can control his edge with a smile and dust, and the heating is still on in this Nima house, you have a runny nose? Do you look down on me as a traverser?

Zhang Zai was already on the verge of blackening at this time.

"Zhang Zai, what are you still doing standing, hurry up and go in to warm up." Wang Yajun couldn't care about anything else at this time, got out of bed, took off Zhang Zai's coat, and then pushed Zhang Zai into the bed.

Seeing Zhu He and Wang Yajun busy serving him, Zhang Zheng's mood suddenly became comfortable.

"Seemingly, a runny nose isn't a bad thing." Zhang Zai's face was full of smiles.

Just when Zhang Zheng was enjoying the blessings of Qi people. The official forum of the cross-strait music and cultural exchange festival was lively again.

"Those who robbed the black Zhang came out for Lao Tzu. Today, one counts as one, and if I don't just end up with you, I'm not a man. "Those fans who like Zhang Zheng are already burning.

The song was originally the kind of song full of fighting spirit, and then it was helped by the chorus of 500 musicians behind it. Now this video, no matter who watches it, can make people arouse the most basic impulses and desires in people's hearts.

"That's it, it's really blind to your dog's eyes, just that kind of atmosphere, that kind of atmosphere, you look inside and see who did it! With this kind of strength, do you still need to play shady? It's funny. ”

"When I was watching TV, it was so loud that I accidentally woke up my roommates, but they watched it together, and now they are playing mahjong shirtless. What to do? Waiting online, it's in a hurry. ”

"It's obviously an old bone, but after listening to this song, there is blood boiling in my chest. Hey, it's really amazing to be young now. ”

Those who were black and robbed, looking at the comments in the forum, subconsciously swallowed the saliva born out of nervousness. Now those fans of Zhang Zheng have completely turned into explosive barrels, and they are the kind that explode at the touch of it. They're not going to go up and touch this brow.

"Daughter, don't look at it, go to bed early, I have class tomorrow." In an ordinary family, a middle-aged woman looked at her daughter staring at the TV in a daze, and stepped forward to persuade her.

"I know, Mom, you go to sleep first, I'll go in a while." Hearing the woman's words, a young girl turned her head and nodded to her mother.

"That's okay, you go to bed early, I'm sleepy, go to bed first." The middle-aged woman returned to the bedroom. Seeing her mother enter the room, the girl turned her head to look at the TV, but her eyes flashed with an inexplicable brilliance. Let the originally dark room become shining.

"From today on, this person is my idol, and I want to sing my favorite songs like him." The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl looked at Zhang Zheng on TV and made a decision in her heart. Then he got up and turned off the TV and went back to his room.

"Zhang Zai, are you warmer?"

"Yes, it's much better." Zhang Zai didn't take such a trivial matter to heart.

"But your hands are still so cold. Don't catch a cold, or what will happen to you in the rest of the game? It was the grand final. Listening to Zhu He's words, Zhang Zai felt Wang Yajun's body tighten. Obviously, Wang Yajun thought of something bad.

"What's wrong with the finals, I'm already very happy to be in the semifinals, it's a big deal, I'll come back next year." Zhang Zai smiled indifferently, and at the same time held Wang Yajun's soft with his right hand in the quilt, signaling that she didn't have to worry.

Zhu He looked at Wang Yajun, then at Zhang Zai, and sighed helplessly.

"Yajun, go back and rest. I'll take care of him tonight. After Zhu He finished speaking, he got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. Apparently it's been decided to stay here.

"It's really going to be a cold, no one can stop it, don't think about it, it's okay." Looking at Wang Yajun's pitiful appearance, Zhang Zai smiled and comforted. It's good that Zhang Zai didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, Wang Yajun felt even more guilty.

"Zhang Zai, I'll take care of you tonight." Wang Yajun lowered his head after speaking. Obviously, saying this sentence consumed her great courage.

"I said, what's the matter with you? It's just a runny nose, as far as that's concerned. There is no one here tonight. Let's go back. I'm sleeping," Zhang Zai finished speaking, and without waiting for the two to speak, he wrapped the quilt tightly, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

But where would Zhu He listen to Zhang Zheng, after washing, and then in front of Wang Yajun, he took off his clothes and got into the other side of the bed. Wang Yajun looked at Zhu He's boldness and was a little overwhelmed.

"You go back, I'll take care of her tonight." After Zhu He finished speaking, he tightened the quilt.

Wang Yajun didn't speak, just shook his head. Then he lay on the bed and was stunned. It took a while before I got up and left.

Watching Wang Yajun leave, Zhu He breathed a sigh of relief, although he had already made this preparation, but seeing that he was really going to sleep together, he still felt a little guilty in his heart.

But just when Zhu He thought that it would be her and Zhang Zheng tonight, Wang Yajun came back again, and in Zhu He's surprised gaze, he also brought a quilt cover. The meaning is self-explanatory.