In mid-September, when "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang" was being filmed intensively, the album of last year's Golden Melody Award winner Zhou Zhou Zhuo had also been produced and was expected to be released before the end of the year.

Xu Zhen received the MV video from Su Wenbin here, Qiao Feng took a brief look at it, and thought it was not bad, so he ignored this stubble.

Xu Zhen himself didn't even look at it.

Recently, he has been too busy, he has to film and prepare for art exams, and he lives like a spinning humanoid spinning top every day.

However, Zhou Zhuo himself was too excited.

- This MV is so exciting!

A good horse with a good saddle, a good song with a brick......

Oh no, the gold medal production team, it's just this quality MV that is worthy of my talent!

He took the CD with the MV, first called the assistants to watch it, and after getting a series of rainbow farts, he took it to the company and played it to the leaders, and once again received a lot of praise.

This was not enough, so he ran to a chat group @ everyone and typed: "Let's go, go downstairs, my album is out!" ”

"Brother, find a place to slap my palm!"

The group name of this chat group is "Let's go, go downstairs", and there are not many people, basically all of them are drinking friends who live in the same city as Zhou Zhuo and often hang out.

Since the album has not yet been released, it can only be watched offline, so the people in the group discussed it for a while, and finally decided to go to the lake-view villa newly bought by Mrs. Zhuo on Monday.

Mainly because, Zhou Zhuo, as an old bachelor who lives alone, and there is no nanny at home, the apartment he lives in is really impossible to get his feet on.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, these idlers came to the neighborhood with beer, liquor, foreign wine, and all kinds of snacks and snacks.

"Wow, Boss Zhou, your big villa is too arrogant!"

As soon as a few people entered the courtyard, the exclamations rang out one after another.

"This pavement, this greenery!"

One of my friends exclaimed, "Your villa can't be more expensive than the house price?" ”

Zhou Zhuo said triumphantly: "I don't know, I didn't care about the decoration, it was all my mother Zhang Luo." ”

He opened the door lock with his fingerprints, and sighed: "Hey, my mother, don't listen to persuasion." ”

"I kept telling her not to buy a villa, but to buy a six-plus-one bungalow in the south."

"Just her limp and still live in a villa? How good is it to buy a large flat? Don't accidentally fall down the stairs at that time......"

Zhou Zhuo said, and the entrance door opened.

He threw off his shoes in the foyer, walked barefoot on the wooden floor, and was just about to greet his friends behind him, when he suddenly looked up and found a person sitting on the sofa in the living room.

This is a slightly older middle-aged woman.

She is not pretty, but her whole temperament is intellectual and elegant, her half-length hair is permed and curly, and she is wearing a well-cut black dress, and she looks like a very capable strong woman.

As soon as everyone saw this woman, they instantly turned into a group of statues.

- Zhou Zhuo's wife, Huang He!

I'll go, big brother!

Before you bring us over, can you find out about your wife's itinerary from the side?!

Zhou Zhuo, who was in the "eye of the array", was even more like a thunderbolt.

He has always been arrogant and arrogant, and no one is afraid, and the only person in the world who is afraid is Lao Niang.

His father left early, and his mother single-handedly pulled him up, and the beatings he had received since he was a child made Zhou Zhuo remember it vividly, and he still sees his wife like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Haha, I've taken so many delicious foods," Huang He saw this group of people, stood up from the sofa, and said with a smile, "Is it someone's birthday today?" Am I bothering you? ”

"No, no, Auntie, we bothered ......"

"Auntie, you talk, I'll put the wine here, and I'll have to go back to the unit to work overtime in a while."

"Yes, yes, you talk, my car broke down, I made an appointment to repair the car today......"

"I'm sorry Auntie, my little cat is diarrhea, I have to take it to the doctor......"

When a group of old men in their 30s arrived in front of Huang He, they all seemed to have become elementary school students, and hurriedly found various excuses to evacuate quickly.

A few minutes later, only Zhou Zhuo and Huang He's mother and son were left in the villa.

Zhou Zhuo looked at the wine in the living room, and felt like crying without tears.

……

When he went out, one of them secretly asked, "Is Lao Zhou powerful?" Why are you all so afraid of her? ”

A person next to him widened his eyes and shouted, "I'll go, Huang He, don't you know?" You've been messing around with Boss Zhou for so long, you don't know who the is? ”

"You haven't seen Lucky Sunday? "Poetry of China" you don't know? ”

"No matter how bad it is, you've always seen the Spring Festival Gala, right?"

The previous person was stunned for a moment, and said, "She went to the Spring Festival Gala?" ”

"The last fart of the Spring Festival Gala," the man next to him, "He is the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala, three times!" ”

"Ah......h

A few unsuspecting people around suddenly showed shocked expressions.

……

At this time, in the living room of the villa, Huang He was not angry because his son asked a friend to come to the house for a drink.

She sat back on the couch, crossed her legs, and said, "Is there something wrong with asking them over?" ”

Zhou Zhuo sat beside the old lady obediently, picked up a brown paper bag in his hand, and said with a sneer: "Hehe, my new album is out, I want them to help me appreciate it." ”

Huang He pointed to the stereo in the living room, and said with interest: "They are gone, my mother will help you appreciate it." ”

Zhou Zhuo suddenly felt a little sweat on his forehead.

Although he is confident in his album, he ......

5 of the 12 songs are rap, and the rest are basically all ghosts crying wolf, so it's no wonder that my mother likes it when she listens to it!

He hesitantly put his hand into the bag, thought about it, and took out the MV disc of "A Light of Sorrow", and said: "I made a MV for the title song, Mom, you take a look at this first." ”

Only this one is the safest!

As he spoke, Zhou Zhuo put the disc in the player in the living room and turned on the projector at home.

Huang He looked at his son's trembling appearance, smiled, and straightened his sitting posture slightly.

Soon, the opening scene of the MV appeared on the screen, with green mountains and beautiful waters, rivers flowing, and melodious ancient preludes also sounded.

"Well, that's a good prelude." Yellow Crane Road.

Zhou Zhou Zhuo reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "The prelude was arranged, not written by me." ”

Immediately, the picture cuts to the interior scene, and Ayimu, who plays the heroine, appears. With white walls and green tiles, a peach blossom tree, Ayimu is playing the guqin leisurely under the tree.

"Well, this is a good framing, and the director is quite good." Huang He commented casually.

Zhou Zhuo said: "Oh, the director is Lao Su - my classmate, Su Wenbin, do you remember, he is now a big director." ”

As the MV progressed, Huang He commented everywhere, saying that the tone was good, saying that the storyboard was master, and saying that the accompaniment was of a very high level.

Seeing that half a minute passed, Zhou Zhuo received a lot of praise, but none of them were aimed at him.

It's also a mixed mood.

Until the 30th second, a figure in a black power suit suddenly entered the camera.

He walked into the messy courtyard, looked at the broken strings of the guqin under the peach blossom tree, and frantically searched around the courtyard.

Xu Zhen appeared.

Zhou Zhuo was used to his mother praising others at this time, so he simply took the initiative to introduce: "Oh, this is the male protagonist of my MV, a newcomer who has just emerged recently, and it is said that he is very good at playing......"

As he was talking, the camera gave Xu Zhen a straight face.

He found a letter from his messy bedroom, leaned down, frowned, and clutched the letter tightly.

His eyes were full of pain like a knife.

On the sofa, Huang He suddenly stopped commenting on the MV.

She looked intently at the projection screen and asked, "Who is this?" ”