You Are My Gravity

Zhou Ping looked down and hugged her leg, pitifully begging, she was a little angry when she came here, but now she feels a little bit sour.

After all, she was still young, but Zhou Ping was angry not that the two of them didn't know how to work hard, but that they didn't know how to make progress.

If a young man loses his initiative, it is a terrible thing.

Can't you be young, your life has just begun, do you want to do nothing for a lifetime?

"Mom..." Qin Zheng hugged Zhou Ping's legs and shook, seeing her not talking, Qin Zheng was very worried.

Zhou Ping asked him: "Why don't you want to sing or study?"

Qin Zheng: "I...I...Actually, I am...lazy..."

There is no other reason, just lazy and want to play.

I don't want to sing, I don't really like singing, or it can be said that I don't like the profession of an artist.

He was pushed up from the beginning, and he was pushed along all the way. Even if he didn't work hard and didn't do anything, he could still be liked by many people. Qin Zheng himself was puzzled.

Are the people who like him really blind? What can he like about a worthless person like him?

He and Chen Mo got together and wanted to play, but didn't want to work or something.

Zhou Ping sighed, "I don’t ask you to work hard. Do robots spin like others. Needless to say, you don’t have time to rest throughout the year. However, you have to do at least the most basic things. Since you are in this business, Some of the things that should be done have to be done, others are dedicated 365 days a year, 300 days of work, you divide by two, there are more than 100 days of work head office, you always have to leave a way for the staff around you, you don’t What do they eat and drink at work?"

When Li Junzhe heard this, he almost didn't cry like a rain, this is a kind person, this is really thinking about them!

He has these two boys now. They don't work and don't generate income. What will happen to this group of people?

Looking at Zhou Ping at this moment, Li Junzhe only felt that she was radiating a sacred light.

Zhou Ping nodded Qin Zheng's forehead: "Also, leave some hope for your fans? Do you know that letting down so many people like it will have to pay the price in the future, and you will let mom see you there anyway? The real look on the stage, when I was asked to go out, when I was asked what my son did, I was proud to say that you played a wonderful role... You said you are like this, how do I go out? Are you my son? Your mother also wants to show her face and is a bit vanity, okay?"

Qin Zheng nodded blankly: "Oh...I see, I understand..."

Zhou Ping suddenly asked: "Does your throat still hurt?"

"It hurts..." Qin Zheng said without thinking, almost subconsciously.

Zhou Ping showed a silver needle: "Come on, get a needle."

Qin Zheng shivered, "Huh?"

What did I say, what did I just say?

It's over, my mother got it done.

Qin Zheng backed away again and again: "Mom, I don't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt, I'm fine, you put the needle away, don't pierce your hand, mom...you put away...the needle is still a bit dangerous.

Zhou Ping beckoned: "Come here, don't be afraid, get a shot to protect you from all diseases."

Qin Zheng shook his head resolutely: "Mom, I... I still have to practice, let's not waste time, you, would you like to wait for me to see how I record the song?"