I’m Really a Superstar

Just dreaming.

The phone suddenly screamed.

Zhang Hao woke up and stumbled around, and found the phone in his trouser pocket. He yawned with his eyes closed and connected the phone. "Hey, who."

"Who are you talking about?" is the voice of the mother.

He is sleepy: "Mom, is there something?"

Mom said: "Why don't you go home? What time is it?"

Zhang Yiyi, a little sleepy, "What time is it?"

"You said, it’s more than seven o'clock in the evening. I am waiting for you to eat with your dad at home. You just didn't pick up your call. How are you kidding? Why are you still asleep? Not attending the leadership birthday. "What?" Mom came to the air: "Don't eat?"

He said: "Don't eat, you wait for me."

"Oh, I know, you go home soon." Mom, oh.

He said: "Well, it’s a rehearsal for my talk show. I should have resources now."

Mom said: "I told a few of your sisters, they waited to see them."

When the mobile phone hangs, Zhang Wei only looks around for four weeks. Good guy, the sky outside the window is really dark.

where is it?

Where is this with me?

Zhang Wei was a bit broken and didn't respond. I felt that I had slept for a long time.

The moonlight was not too bright, and I couldn't see anything around me. I knew that I was lying on a bed, so Zhang Hao quickly went around and found the lamp.

Oh.

The light is on and illuminates the surroundings.

The aroma of some petals in the room.

Zhang Wei’s eyes are a gorgeous decoration. It seems to be a bedroom, but it is not a small pattern of ordinary buildings, because there are three or forty flats, and one bedroom is more than the one that rents the door. To be big, sofa, desk, and a long, furry blanket on the floor. There is a tea table and tea set on the blanket. It is a combination of Chinese and Western luxury decoration. It is mainly a partial Chinese style. It is so small that even the desk lamp is a small kind of light similar to the Kongming Lantern. The shape is still hollow and there are ink paintings. The whole room is particularly particular from top to bottom and from inside to outside.

It’s familiar, is this the home of Wu Zeqing?

Zhang Hao hammered the hammer and finally remembered. In the afternoon, Wu Zeqing drove himself to go home, but he did not say clearly the address of the home, and the car opened back to the head of Wu and Taoranting’s villa. Then, Zhang Wei climbed upstairs and lay down to sleep, and slept until now.

This is a trouble

As for the old von, I am pouring my wine.

Zhang Hao rushed down from the bed, his shoes were gone, and there was only a pair of neat women's cotton slippers that were left there, still new. Hey, wear it. Zhang Wei stepped on the slippers and carefully pushed the door open. There was no one on the second floor corridor. Instead, I could hear some small movements downstairs, but I couldn’t hear it clearly.

downstairs.

The scent of cooking is floating.

There is an open kitchen here, surrounded by a bar, only Wu Zeqing is busy living alone, she has taken off her clothes at the noon party, replaced by a common sports pants and sportswear, hanging The apron, under his feet, stepped on a pair of slippers that were exactly the same as Zhang Wei.

Zhang Weidao: "President Wu."

The hood sounds louder and has not been heard.

Zhang Hao can only shout again, "Mr. Wu"

Wu Zeqing, who is cooking, turned back and smiled and said, "Wake up?" Then raise your hand and put the lampblack out. "How are you sleeping?"

Zhang Xiaoxiao, "I have trouble for you. I don’t know how to live in your home when I drink too much. It’s too inappropriate to be too inappropriate."

"You're welcome." Wu Zeqing turned back and continued to work. "You sit and wait, the meal will be ready soon, ready to eat. If you don't wake up, I am going to call you."

Zhang Hao faked his hand, "Is this interesting?"

She smiled and said: "You're welcome, hehe, sit down."

Zhang Yan said: "Oh, I am really hungry, I didn't eat much at noon, and I was drunk by Feng teacher." He licked his stomach.

A few minutes later.

The last dish was also fried.

Zhang Haofei is going to help, "I am coming."

Wu Zeqing gently opened the handcuffs he had stretched out. "Without you, you will wait until you eat." He put the dish on the table and untied the apron: "There is still a soup, it is gone." Looking back, I squinted. "You have to take another look. Let's eat it first. Just eat it after drinking." The soup in the north is usually after dinner, not before meals.

Three dishes and one soup.

Zhang Wei praised: "It's too rich, too many dishes."

Wu Zeqing sat down, "I can't eat the refrigerator, I will eat it tomorrow."

Zhang Wei said with amazement: "Do you still have leftovers?"

"What's wrong with leftovers?" Wu Zeqing said elegantly: "If you don't waste, you don't waste."

Zhang Xiao smiled and said: "I can't waste it. If I can't eat it, I will take it away." He said, he didn't fake it. He took a chopstick and ate a bite of eggplant, chewed it and swallowed it. Zhang Wei At that time, I snorted. "You can rest assured, I am sure I can't leave it. I definitely ate it."

Wu Zeqing asked, "Is it okay?"

“Too much,” he exclaimed. “How is your cooking so good?”

Wu Zeqing smiled and said: "I have lived alone for so many years, and cooking has naturally been practiced, but ah, it can't be compared with professional."

"No, definitely can be compared to Zhang Wei."

Wu Zeqing is not as devastating as he is, eating more moderately.

It’s not good, Wu Zeqing’s cooking is really good, Zhang’s mother’s craftsmanship is still okay, but there are two special dishes that are very good. The landlord’s craftsmanship is the most authentic thing that Zhang Wei has ever eaten. The landlord aunt is very good at it, but Rao Aimin mostly does not pay much attention to the shape, but the taste is very good, and Wu Zeqing's fried dish is the best selling, followed by the taste, and also in line with her artistic identity. Relatively speaking, Zhang Wei still prefers Wu Zeqing's craft, because Lao Wu even does not let himself touch the plate, but wants to eat a meal with the landlord? That is the same as that of the grandson who is called by Rao Aimin. Where will it be so leisurely?

"Shoes are small?"

"Ah, okay."

"I put your shoes on the shoe cabinet. I don't usually come to the house. If I don't prepare men's shoes, I will give you a pair of my shoes, no new ones."

"Hey, my shoes are thrown there, it’s so good to let you..."

"I am here, not so much rules, come and taste this dish."

"Oh, thank you."

Suddenly, Zhang Hao looked up and saw a word. It was his own "Mulan Poetry". At this moment, it was already installed, and it was hung in the living room. "Hey, are you all hanging up?"

Wu Zeqing returned to his body. "Well, my family has exactly one other word, which is inseparable from the size of "Mulan Poetry". I am trying to change the size. I have removed the word and changed this. This meal is also I want to thank you, I really like this poem. Waiting for the evening, I will move it to the bedroom to find a place to see if I can hang it. If it looks good, it will be in the bedroom."

Zhang Yi is very happy, "You like it, thank you for what you really don't need. I can't do anything else with this person. It's just that."

Wu Zeqing smiled. "How much is this? The things in your stomach are not comparable to the average person. If you don't say anything else, you can say that you have a calligraphy skills. When you are a calligraphy teacher, there is no problem. I have written for so many years. Calligraphy, on the line, dare not say that it is better than you."

Zhang Wei immediately said: "Don't tell me, I have seen your words, your skills are much higher than me, I just take a clever one, and I write a little more."

The food is finished.

Really being eaten by Zhang Wei is pure.

Wu Zeqing looks very satisfied. "Can you still eat?"

"Can, how much is eaten." Zhang Wei said: "It's too sweet."

"There is soup, I will give you a bowl." Wu Zeqing took a soft pace and went to the kitchen to taste the soup, nodded, and closed the soup.

Zhang Wei’s “Dangdang Dangdang” drank a whole bowl, “Call, this time is really full”

Wu Zeqing blew his breath, sipped his soup, and asked casually, "What are you going to do after the New Year? Still continue to be your host? Going to the entertainment circle? I didn't think too much else.

Zhang Wei wiped his mouth and said: "In fact, there is nothing you can't say with me. My goal is not an entertainment circle. I will tell you not to laugh at me. My ideal is to be the most famous in this world. Stars, the way I came, really is not the road of traditional entertainment, people are writing books after becoming famous, I am counting on writing books to become famous, and people are against them, but I am in this condition, I This looks, I can't go far from the regular route. I can only find opportunities from other places. Writing poems can bring me fame. Then I will write more. I can give me more attention and exposure when I lecture with Peking University. Rate, then I will talk about it, of course, for the children, I will definitely do my best to talk about it, not to fool things, but there is a little selfishness in it, so I am now looking at it. There is no limit to what entertainment circles are not entertainment. Stars rely on popularity. As long as they are popular, what do I do in the industry, writing books, writing, writing songs? I will do it. Anyway, I will work **** the world stage. ”

Wu Zeqing did not speak, listened.

Zhang Wei laughed at himself. "Hey, these words, even my parents didn't bother to say it, I know that my goal is not realistic..."

Wu Zeqing asked, "Why not?"

Zhang Yiyi, "Do you think it is feasible?"

Wu Zeqing looked at him. "I think this idea is very good. We have a few stars in the domestic entertainment industry. How many of them have entered the international arena? There are very few, and there are very few people, even if they are The international arena is also a supporting role. It can never be compared with those of European and American stars. Because of the influence of various factors such as cultural pattern and social pattern, if you follow the path of other domestic stars, you will be at the top, and at most Going to the same height as them, think of the international frontline? Even the international super-line star? It is never possible. You choose another road. Others may look down on your sword and go astray, but you are far from the world stage. All of them are close, who stipulates that only the ability to sing and dance to make movies is a star? Who can pretend that they can’t go to the international stage? Don’t care what others say, don’t care about how the outside world evaluates you, you feel right, then It is."

Zhang Wei’s heart twitched. “Do you really think so?”

"I don't think so, and I think..." Wu Zeqing paused. "You can."

Zhang Wei solemnly said: "Thank you, President Wu, you are the first to tell me this, I have confidence now, I also think... I can try"

Wu Zeqing smiled and said: "Other stars are walking on one leg, or else singing, or else acting, but you are walking on ten legs. You can create novels, write calligraphy, compose songs, be proficient in historical literature, and be good at modern literature. The level of speech is superb, the ability to host is excellent, and the advertising plan is also in an excellent level in the industry. I have watched a martial arts movie by chance. You have appeared in it and you can play martial arts. I want to ask you, you said Are you walking steady, or are their stars walking steady? What about the hodgepodge?"

Zhang Yi took a table and said: "The black cat is still a white cat, and the one that can catch the mouse is a good cat." The famous saying of the great man is also blurted out.

"This is right." Wu Zeqing commented: "While your popularity is not as good as those who sing and act, they are more stable than their roots. Later, your path is wider than them, and the stage will be even more Big, they can do it, you can do it, but you can do it, but they can't do it, so don't lose confidence because you are different from others, create history, never be those The person who walks with the big ones"

That's right.

Look at the old Wu’s words, how many levels?

He had already strengthened this road early. He knew that this road was not easy to go. What is the use of this hesitation? Close your eyes and walk all the way to the black bar. Who said that you have to sing and dance to get on the world stage? My mother doesn't believe it, I sing a song, dance, dance, play a movie, write a book, swear, and make a poem.

You bite me.

The buddy is versatile and versatile.

I have strengthened my beliefs and regained my own development path. Zhang Xin’s heart is suddenly clear, and I am especially grateful to Wu Zeqing. This old man is really intimate. After he came to Peking University, everything he did was Wu Zeqing. I have never questioned, I support him from beginning to end, I trust him very much. This is what Zhang Wei has never felt before. His words such as illusory dreams, no matter who he says, will definitely feel that he is bragging. But Wu Zeqing is not, this woman is really special.

Living in a high position.

It looks beautiful.

The figure is also great.

Good and considerate.

Thirty years old... Oh, it’s not that big.

Oh, except that I like to be naked. It’s a bit like this. It’s a good wife and a good mother.

For the first time, Zhang Huan gave birth to a bold idea. I thought impulsively: How good would it be if I could take Wu Zeqing home?