First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 43 Let's Go Drink Together

  Masked face originally represents a kind of unknown, and ordinary people are curious about the unknown.

  In fact, a long time ago, the audience wanted to see the true face of masked poets.

  And now Su Yuqi proposed to ask An Zhiruo to take off the mask, so her remarks directly detonated most of the audience in the venue, especially the little fans.

  A few fans have even begun to scream.

   "Relax, take off the mask!"

   "Relax, take off the mask!"

  Qi Fang, who was wearing a red robe, also smiled: "Quietly, your popularity is very high, so many young beauties on the scene want to see your true face in Lushan. Or take off your mask."

   Facing Su Yuqi’s request, facing the screams of the audience on the court, and facing Qi Fang’s straightforward questioning, An Zhiruosu could no longer remain silent.

  He frowned slightly, and in a hoarse voice, he simply said three words: "Inconvenient."

After the three words    fell, the original lively venue fell silent for a moment.

  In the front row of the venue, a slightly immature young girl blinked her eyes in disbelief: "Is this rejecting us?"

  "Don’t you just want to see a face? Is it so difficult? Is it ugly?"

One of her companions sat beside   , nodding his head with deep conviction: "Although the level is indeed high enough, the attitude is too bad."

  Some people have already raised some dissatisfaction in their hearts.

  The atmosphere of the venue became abnormal.

  Wearing a red robe, Qi Fang's face was speechless. Is this masked poet An Zhiruo Su a bit too low in EQ?

  It's fine to keep her Qi Fang from getting off the stage repeatedly, and now she directly rejected Su Yuqi and all the audience.

  He doesn’t cherish his feathers at all.

   Speechless to speechless, but the role of the host is to alleviate and break this embarrassing situation.

   "Friends and sister Yu Qi on the scene, don't be surprised."

   "The more powerful the literati, the more or less personality will have some quirks, we also have to understand it."

  After some explanation, Qi Fang did not continue to entangle on this topic, but quickly changed the topic: “Next, please give sister Yu Qi the trophy in hand to our An Zhi Ruo Su. Congratulations to him for becoming the champion of this poem contest.”

  Su Yuqi's face was a little embarrassed and handed the trophy to An Zhiruosu.

  Qi Fang did not let the atmosphere cool down, but quickly entered the next round: "Next, Mr. Jiang Yong, please present the award to Professor Fan Deli."

  The entire award ceremony lasted about five minutes.

  The awards are over, and the fourth season of poetry conference has entered the closing stage.

   "Sister Yu Qi is not only a genius poet, she has only released two albums, but each album has sold millions of dollars."

   "Or Sister Yuqi, now the finals are over, how about you sing "Goodbye with you" to everyone."

  "Goodbye with you" is also called "Thank you", a popular song by Blue Star China, which is often used as the closing ceremony of the program.

  Faced with such a request, Su Yuqi naturally would not refuse, she smiled and nodded: "Okay."

  The lights were dim, and a beautiful melody sounded on the stage.

  Su Yuqi dedicated this song to everyone with a clear voice.

  The music fell, the stage lights went out, the curtain slowly closed, and the finals of the fourth season of poetry conference came to an end.

  The staff arranged for more than 5,000 spectators to leave the venue slowly from the main entrance.

  And Li Ang, as early as when Su Yuqi sang, took advantage of the black lights on the stage, put the gold cup on the ground casually, then quietly left the stage and walked towards the back door of the stadium.

  Li Ang’s goal has been achieved.

  Through the second and third phases of the answering contest, a little bit of attention has been gained from everyone, and then he will kill the life with the highest profile, and finally reap the fans who belong to him.

  As for the trophy that is not pure gold...it doesn’t matter.

  After going out from the back door of the stadium, you will go to the moat, and it is farther from the city, and there is not much open space, so most people will not go there.

   Lee Ang made a few bends inside the stadium and saw a thick white iron door with a greenish ‘safe exit’.

   Pushing open the iron gate, Ang Lee left the stadium smoothly and came to this open space only the size of Bailaiping.

  There is a full moon hanging in the sky. Calculate the time today is exactly the fourteenth of the lunar calendar and the moon is full.

  Although the sky has long been dark, the bright white moonlight from the full moon illuminates the ground brightly.

  Beside a bush on the edge of the clearing, there is a common blue shared car parked.

  It was Li Ang who rode over, and now Li Ang is also going to ride it back.

   Just as Li An was walking towards the little blue car, he suddenly found a person standing by a tree ten meters away.

  A woman with short hair and high heels, wearing a slim suit. She leaned on the tree trunk and looked up at the moon, as if thinking about something.

  Although she can't see her face, Li An can recognize that she is Zhang Jingya. It seems that she is not in a good mood.

  Li Ann did not say hello to her, walked slowly to the side of the blue car, and then stepped into the blue car to prepare to pedal.

"wait."

  Zhang Jingya, who was leaning on the tree trunk, called to Li An.

  Zhang Jingya’s high heels stepped on the ground and made a da, da da, and walked to Li An's side.

  The moonlight draped on Zhang Jingya’s body, shining on her face, her facial features looked particularly beautiful under the moonlight,

  The only flaw is that there are some tears hanging on the corners of her eyes and face, which refracts a little bit of light under the moonlight, which looks untouchable.

  Zhang Jingya looked at Li An, and Li An also looked at Zhang Jingya, and the two stood opposite each other.

  Ten seconds later, Zhang Jingya spoke first: “Let’s have a drink together, I’m not in a very happy mood.”

  Li Ang shook his head: "Injury."

   "It hurts but not the heart." Zhang Jingya said.

  When the last word came out from her mouth, the tears that were crystal clear and still reflecting the light under the moonlight slid down from her eye sockets again.

  Finally, Zhang Jingya couldn't control her emotions.

  Li Ang became one of her confidants.

   "I have been working here for eight years and three months."

  "When I first came here, I was just an ordinary program crew member."

   "For this job, in order to let people look at me with respect, I packaged myself as a strong man without weakness in the company."

   "For this job, I stayed up every day to conceive a job. My friends who were good friends now look back and find that they haven't been in contact for two years."

   "It was too difficult for me to get up step by step. Now I finally got to this point and became the screenwriter of the show crew."

   "I made the poem conference show a hit. Everyone called me sister Zhang when they saw me. Everyone looked at me with respect."

   "But."

   "But maybe tomorrow, I will leave this place."

  "Leaving this place where I stayed for eight years and three months and made brilliant achievements."

   "My mood is a little broken and a little uncomfortable, but I suddenly discovered that there is no one I want to talk to!"

   She choked up.

   Zhang Jingya, who acted decisively and simply as a former strong woman, turned into a very fragile little girl at this moment.

  Li Ang looked at the person in front of him, but he remembered six years ago in his mind.

  At that time, Su Yuqi seemed to be like this.

  Li Ang shook his head slightly and sighed. He was always indifferent and indifferent, but he rarely said a comforting word: "There will be better jobs waiting for you in the future."

   "I am a little tired today, tomorrow I will drink with you."

  Li Ang stepped on the blue car and stepped on the pedals to leave.

  But just then, another voice rang.

   "Am I bothering you?"

  This voice is very sweet and familiar.

  Li Ang has just heard it on stage, and he has been listening to it for six years in total. No one is more familiar with this sound than him.

  (End of this chapter)