I really don't want to be trending with big stars

The two headed west all the way, and finally came to Song Yi's parents' house.

Compared to the rigidity of the first time, Tang Wanqing was much more relaxed this time.

Opening the door and entering the room, after saying hello to auntie, she familiarly changed into the slippers prepared for her by the door, followed Song Yi to the living room, called Uncle Song obediently, and then went back to the kitchen to help Zhou Xiuwen make up The meal is coming.

Only the father and son were left alone in the living room.

Song Yunfei looked at Song Yi and said with a smile, "Congratulations, you won the award for your first work."

Although he didn't care much about the award and didn't understand it, it was a kind of recognition from the outside world for his son. As a father, he still wanted to praise it.

Many people said that a child can't help boasting, which will make him proud, but in Song Yunfei's view, it is pure nonsense.

Since the son has achieved results, as a parent, he should affirm him instead of blindly suppressing or denying him.

"Fortunately, it's all luck." Song Yi said casually.

"Luck itself is also part of strength."

Song Yunfei asked: "At the award ceremony that day, why didn't you go to accept the award by yourself, and asked Wanqing to help you?"

"I don't really like being in everyone's sight."

"Well, you are right to do this."

Song Yunfei said: "If you just want to be a screenwriter, a producer, or a small role, then you must not only appear in everyone's field of vision, but also try your best to make everyone remember you.

But I heard from your mother that your dream is to build your own entertainment empire, and then buy my property to make money to support your mother? "

"Uh..." Song Yi smiled awkwardly, it was just a joke he made with his mother.

At the beginning, he didn't know how rich his family was, but recently, when he was free, he learned about his family's known companies and industries. Just one of the mining companies, the net profit of a year's financial report is beyond him. Imagine the numbers.

The ancients do not deceive me, the energy industry will always be the most powerful enterprise.

"If this is your plan, then you'd better not reveal your identity as much as possible in the future and keep yourself invisible, because you are touching the cake that some people have allocated in this industry."

Song Yunfei said: "You have to understand that every real big boss is hidden in the dark. Although everyone can't see them and don't know their existence, they can turn hands over clouds in their respective industries. For the rain."

"Dad, are you one of them?" Song Yi asked.

Because at home, he really didn't see that his father looked a little old.

"I?"

Song Yunfei laughed at himself and said, "I'm just a small character who can barely get on the stage. I sing and play with everyone and dawdle. I'm not as ambitious as you. I want to create my own entertainment empire."

"." Song Yi.

This is being ridiculed naked by my father!
"Dad, can I ask, how much money does our family have?" Song Yi was really curious about this question for a long time, and he wanted to ask it a long time ago.

In his previous life, he was poor and felt that money was really money.

But in this life, in this family, he suddenly felt that money was really like paper.

Song Yunfei shook his head and said, "I don't know either. There are too many industries involved, and it's hard to calculate. What's more, money is actually just a series of numbers to me, which means nothing."

"."

The corner of Song Yi's mouth couldn't help twitching, why do these words sound so familiar?
Or, is this the unified mantra of the elders?

"Why are you asking that?"

Song Yunfei stared at his son and joked, "Why, are you afraid that you will lose all my money by developing your entertainment empire?"

"No, just out of curiosity, just ask."

"Don't worry." Song Yunfei said to himself: "With me here, you can do what you like with peace of mind. As long as you don't do illegal things, I can help you out."

Song Yi asked suspiciously: "Dad, don't you want me to take over your business?"

"I want to, and I don't want to."

Song Yunfei hesitated for a while, and decided to tell his son some information.

He said meaningfully: "But this thing can't be forced, first of all it depends on your own wishes, if you are capable and want to take over my business, I will naturally let you take care of it.

But if you don't want to, and you don't have the ability, if I force it on you, it will be harming you.

Instead of this, I might as well let you be an idle, happy and rich man. By then, with the shares in your and your mother's hands, it will be enough to ensure that you have nothing to worry about in your life. "

Song Yi was a little shocked after hearing these words.

Through what Song Yunfei said to himself, he could hear the meaning behind what his father said.

It seems that the family business is not as simple as I thought. It is a simple family business, which may be very complicated and huge, involving many other things.

This is not something you can pick up if you want to.

Because once you don't match your virtue, you may end up miserable.

"I see."

Song Yunfei looked at Song Yi's expression and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll just chat with you casually, you don't need to think too much, and you shouldn't think about it.

I just hope that you can live the life you like, have fun in your entertainment industry, have a good relationship with Wanqing, and then get married and give birth to a big fat boy for your mother. "

"Um, Dad, isn't it too early to say this?"

Song Yunfei laughed and scolded: "How early? When your mother and I were your age, we were married long ago and gave birth to you."

"." Song Yi.

"But then again."

Song Yunfei suddenly looked at his son, and asked casually: "You are dressed so formally today, why, after dinner tonight, are you still doing something with that girl Wanqing?"

"No." Song Yi shook his head guiltily.

Song Yunfei urged: "Actually, if you have time in the evening, you two can increase some activities appropriately. Wanqing is a pretty good girl. Serve some snacks. Don't let the duck fly away, and you will regret it later."

"." Song Yi.

In the kitchen, Tang Wanqing and Zhou Xiuwen were cooking and chatting.

Their topics were not as serious as those of Song Yi and Song Yunfei.

There is always only one topic they talk about, and that is Song Yi.

One is the man I like, and the other is the son I like.

As usual, Zhou Xiuwen inquired about the progress of the two of them. After learning that there was still no substantial progress, he was a little dissatisfied with his son's performance.

Tang Wanqing asked about Song Yi's childhood.

Zhou Xiuwen told Tang Wanqing interesting things, sometimes Tang Wanqing couldn't help laughing, she didn't expect him to have such a cute side.

Tang Wanqing suddenly thought about the piano music, and asked, "Auntie, is Song Yi good at the piano?"

"so so."

Zhou Xiuwen said: "When he used to be at home, he would play occasionally when he had nothing to do, but in recent years, it seems that he hasn't touched much."

Speaking of this, Zhou Xiuwen remembered one thing.

"By the way, last time you guys were filming in Yanjing, that boy Song Yi called me one day and asked me to help him find a pianist and record the music."

"Looking for a pianist to record music?"

Tang Wanqing remembered the song "Castle in the Sky" in her mobile phone, and suddenly asked, "Auntie, do you remember when exactly?"

"June 6th."

The reason why Zhou Xiuwen remembered it was because in two days' time, June 6th would be the girl Wanqing's birthday, and she was planning to arrange a date for the two of them.

But even though she knew that her son ran home that day, she was very angry.

On June 6th, Tang Wanqing thought about it and remembered that Song Yi and her were on the set all day that day. It wasn't until after work was over that he said that he was going to live his own night life, and then left alone.

Afterwards, she and Xiaotao followed secretly, and found that he followed a woman into the "Maple Grove" private club and came back very late.

So that night, he went to that private club to find a pianist to record "Castle in the Sky" for himself as a birthday present?
Seeing Tang Wanqing lost in thought, Zhou Xiuwen said, "Why are you asking this?"

"fine."

Tang Wanqing withdrew her thoughts, and lied, "I thought he played the piano piece that was recorded that time, and it was at the level of a master."

"He? He can barely listen to it."

Zhou Xiuwen said casually: "I don't know who recorded it for him that time, it cost me 10 yuan."

"." Tang Wanqing.

After half an hour.

A good dinner is ready, and to celebrate, of course, drinks.

Zhou Xiuwen took out the best bottle of red wine in Song Yunfei's wine cabinet, asked Song Yi to open it, and each of them poured a glass, except for himself.

"Son, why don't you pour it for yourself?"

Facing his mother's question, Song Yi explained: "I have to go back later, I have to drive, and I can't drink."

"." Everyone.

Zhou Xiuwen made many suggestions, such as taking a taxi, such as asking his own driver to take him, but he rejected them all with various excuses.

Anyway, no matter what his mother said, he would never drink tonight.

After all, there is still business to do later, and the plan cannot be carried out after drinking.

Just now Chen Yang sent a message saying that the venue is almost ready, and it's just right for him to rush over after eating.

This made Tang Wanqing a little surprised, Song Yi tonight was very un-Song Yi, a little abnormal.

For the first time ever, Song Yunfei actually helped his son smooth things over.

"Daughter-in-law, my son is right, don't drink and drive, and don't drink while driving, so don't persuade him to drink."

"But today."

Seeing her husband winking at her secretly, Zhou Xiuwen understood, stopped halfway through her words, and compromised: "Okay then, the three of us will drink, and leave him alone."

"Wanqing, congratulations on winning the Best Actress Award."

Zhou Xiuwen raised his red wine glass and said, "Come on, let's touch one together. Auntie wishes you to grow older and better in the future, win more awards, and become the most shining star."

】

"Thank you, Auntie, I will try my best."

Halfway through the meal, Zhou Xiuwen suggested: "Wanqing, don't you know how to play the piano?

We just had a piano in the living room, why don't you play one for me and your Uncle Song? "

"it is good."

Tang Wanqing got up and walked over, sat down in front of the white piano, and said with a smile: "Uncle and aunt, if I don't play well, you can't laugh at me."

"how come."

Zhou Xiuwen joked: "I don't believe it, you can still be worse than Song Yi's little bullet."

"." Song Yi.

Mom, you are too much, can you trample me?
"Then I'll start playing."

Tang Wanqing smiled, then took a deep breath, and slowly placed her hands on the piano.

Today she is going to play one of her best piano pieces.

As Tang Wanqi's jade fingers danced on the keys, a beautiful piano piece slowly floated in the hall of the villa.

Pure piano music, without the catharsis of lyrics, without the coldness of metal, but with natural harmony.

The breeze that seemed to be a dream but not a dream blew by, and touched a trace of coolness, and that feeling spread to the whole body with a beautiful tune.

The crisp birdsong and the delicate sound like thin sand put you in the nature, in the mountains and forests, and use the purest mind to get close to the music and blend into the nature. This kind of breath is colorless and tasteless, but it has an incomparably fragrant and intoxicating fragrance. emotion.
Zhou Xiuwen quietly listened to the piano music and sipped the red wine with surprise in his eyes.

Song Yunfei on the side also nodded secretly.

Song Yi heard Tang Wanqing play the piano for the first time today, he did not expect her to play the piano so well.

In front of the piano, she looked so peaceful, elegant, and temperamental.

After the song was over, everyone came back to their senses. Seeing Tang Wanqing who had gotten up and walked back, Zhou Xiuwen couldn't help but praised her, which made Tang Wanqing a little embarrassed.

After dinner, Tang Wanqi and Song Yi talked with Zhou Xiuwen and Song Yunfei for a while before leaving.

After going out, in the car, Song Yi glanced at Chen Yang and sent back a message.

[Chen Yang: Everything is ready, come here. 】

He put away his phone, glanced at Tang Wanqing who was beside him, and suddenly leaned sideways to look at her.

Looking at each other at such a close distance, Tang Wanqing suddenly became nervous.

She looked at Song Yi, felt the other party's breath on her face, and her heart beat faster.

Is he going to kiss me?
After looking at each other for a few seconds, Tang Wanqing closed her eyes shyly.
Seeing this, Song Yi smiled slightly, continued to probe forward, stretched out his hand to grab the seat belt next to her, and fastened it for her.

"???" Tang Wanqing opened her eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

Song Yi started the car and said with a smile, "I'm going to drive, please fasten your seat belt."

"Song Yi, you did it on purpose!
" Tang Wanqing said angrily.

"Did you close your eyes just now, were you expecting something to happen?"

"No."

Tang Wanqing looked at Song Yi angrily, and planned to ignore him tonight.

At this time, the car had deviated from the original road and was driving towards a section of closed road, but Tang Wanqing didn't notice anything unusual.

After a turn, a wall suddenly appeared on the road in front of the car, blocking the way.

But Song Yi acted as if he didn't see it, and drove Tang Wanqing in his Ferrari towards the wall not far away.

Tang Wanqing looked back and shouted in fright: "Song Yi, be careful!

"

But it was too late, the car had crashed into it.-
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