flash wedding diary

Chapter 6

Wednesday, May 5st, Jiecheng, sunny.

I sat back to where I was yesterday, 5 minutes before the start of recording.

It wasn't that I was too loose or "playing big names", but that I was blocked at the side entrance of the studio hall for more than ten minutes!

I thought today's protagonists were the 8 new contestants. I only prepared sunglasses and came over. I didn't know that the side door of the studio was blocked. I had to wait for the security to maintain order before getting out of the car.

Even so, there were still a few bouquets of roses stuffed in his hands, the shaking mobile phone was taking pictures in front of his eyes, and he heard several straightforward declarations of love beside his ears...

I'm not used to and don't like this kind of noise. I began to miss my musical instrument shop and all kinds of musical instruments in the piano room, and kept praying that time would pass faster.

At twelve noon, the show finally started recording!

Perhaps it was the last episode of recording. The two hosts and three specially invited experts who have stood on this stage for many years were very reluctant to part with each other. As for the famous guest, under the holographic projection, I finally saw Chen Xuanran, who scored the highest AI score, and the atmosphere of the scene was also pushed to the peak.

After all, it is a ten-year-old show. It has gone through so many ups and downs. It has matched countless good karmas from all over the world. It suddenly said that it was acquired, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that the program with the lowest ratings has no value in acquisition. Perhaps it is a glamorous rhetoric, which means that it will disappear from the eyes of the public forever, and whoever it is will also give birth to embarrassment.

In the seat being replaced, there is No. 2 next door.

Yesterday's No. 2 guest has been on the scene twice, and in the end he didn't join hands with any selected guest. For me, he is liberated, but for him, it may be a pity.

The new guest No. 2 is a handsome young boy, and he is also a chatterbox. From the moment he was seated to the selection of the guests, he kept talking non-stop.

"Hey, I finally know why you became the center of everyone's topic!"

"I didn't expect that I would record in advance. If it wasn't because I live close to Jiecheng, I wouldn't be able to make it!"

"It's a pity. The show will be acquired. Doesn't it mean that the ratings are not satisfactory?"

"Hello?! Why don't you talk?"

"Forget it, if I want to grow up like you, I will definitely ignore people..."

I secretly swiped open the phone screen, and Xiao Weng sent many messages on WeChat, reporting what she saw, heard, and ate.

She and her boyfriend had just finished visiting a famous pagoda, and they were picking out exquisite small accessories in the shop at the entrance. They took a lot of photos and asked me which one looked better.

For the first time, there was no movement in Yiqiu, except for a photo sent this morning when he was about to leave the house.

In the photo, she was dressed very delicately and purely, which was far from the heavy makeup she used to wear when socializing with the heirs of the consortium.

I don't know who she met today?

I sent her a message, but she didn't reply in seconds, and didn't even display "the other party is typing".

This is so unusual!

Remembering that her itinerary today is not within the plan, I am even more worried.

Yiqiu was kidnapped when she was a child, and Uncle Song paid a huge ransom to get her back. Although the kidnapper was also brought to justice soon, since then, she will do everything and everyone she sees with great fanfare , definitely not as secretive and mysterious as this time.

The soothing and melodious music on the stage was replaced by cool music, which indicated that the No. 1 selected guest would appear on the stage.

It is inconvenient for me to call Yiqiu, so I have to send a message to ask Xiaoweng to confirm how Yiqiu is doing now.

"My God!" The hostess's high-decibel voice suddenly poured into my eardrums, I frowned and looked up at her, the phone in my hand vibrated at the same time, and I saw the message from Xiao Weng.

She has contacted Yiqiu and everything is fine.

I let out a sigh of relief, and it happened that Yiqiu's message also came, which pulled my attention from the stage back to the phone screen.

Yiqiu sent a message that I couldn't understand.

"It's all your fault! I exposed my identity!" A silly, cute, chubby angry expression was added at the end.

"Ah?" What's the situation?I'm at a loss.

I sent several question marks in a row, but unfortunately Yiqiu didn't reply me again.

The doubts in my heart continued to expand, and the trembling voice of the hostess also resounded through the audience: "I... I am going to change my gender now, and being a man, is there a chance that I will be chosen by such... such a tasteful man?" Already?" It was probably the last episode of the show, and the hostess also abandoned her reserve, and she let go of her words.

"Guest No. 50 on the stage, the number of guests on the holographic projection online has also soared to 14705. Are you sure you can PK all the guests?" The male host also seemed to tease his partner because of the last episode.

"No, we don't need so many people," the hostess suddenly replied dejectedly, "Just one Yu Wangsheng, I can't stand up because of K..."

Hearing my name, I raised my head subconsciously. In the next moment, my gaze was fixed on the figure under the spotlight. I felt suffocated, and my mind suddenly fell into a blank.

Until the AI ​​reported the comprehensive score of the person who just passed the test with a flat and vertical mechanical voice.

92 points.

A very familiar score.

"It's even split with Yu Wangsheng!" The hostess's sharp vibrato once again pushed the atmosphere of the audience to another peak.

The audience was also screaming uncontrollably, taking out their phones and shooting wildly.

I just felt that my cheeks were scorched by a raging fire, and there was a burning pain. This pain endowed the true meaning of life. It flowed wantonly along my meridians through my beating heart, and then rushed to my limbs and bones. The residual heat Still clamoring for my body longing that I don't understand, it is like a warm spring breeze, lingeringly combing every inch of skin, but also like crawling ants, gnawing at every cell.

"The No. 1 selection guest is Yan Shouzhen from Lion City, doctor of architecture and doctor of finance, just 30 years old this year, manager of ING Asia Private Bank in Lion City, with an annual salary of 60..."

The male host read the personal information displayed on the big screen, and suddenly said with emotion: "There is another double doctor. If Chen Xuanran also appears in this episode, I wonder if the ratings will explode?"

The expert surnamed Mei has already grabbed the microphone and asked directly: "Mr. Yan, we all know that the Lion City is a city garden, a well-known garden country, I just want to ask you, your annual salary of 60 yuan The value of the currency, or has it been converted into Chinese currency?"

"It was converted into Chinese currency, because I just joined the job and my salary is also calculated according to the junior level."

This voice is neither humble nor overbearing, just like the simple and mellow notes picked up by the strings of the open box. Every Gongshangjiao Zhengyu is like the tide active under the ocean. name.

That's him.

The buzzing in my ears gradually dissipated, and I vaguely heard such a voice speaking to me through the thick fog.

"If it's the currency value of the Lion City, our AI will definitely give a higher score!" The male host laughed, "Maybe even the same score as Chen Xuanran!"

"The guests at the scene couldn't wait to interact with our No. 1 selected guest!" The hostess finally calmed down her excitement, and hurriedly selected a guest who kept waving to interact with Yan Shouzhen.

"Mr. Yan, I am also a bank manager just like you. I would like to ask, if you work in Lion City, if the other half you choose focuses on Huaguo, how do you deal with the separation of the two places?"

So this marriage topic about "accommodation" and "sacrifice" was also analyzed comprehensively by three experts.

Yan Shouzhen was not in a hurry, and waited for all of them to express their opinions before replying unhurriedly: "From Lion City to Wancheng, it only takes 3 hours and 25 minutes to arrive by plane."

A rush of hot blood suddenly rushed into my face, I had tinnitus again, my brain was hot, my heart could hardly bear the extra violent beating, the hand holding the phone suddenly went numb, and with a "click", it slipped from my sweaty hand .

Many guests and audience at the scene had difficulty understanding the meaning of his words for a while. It is true that he works in Lion City, but what is the matter with Wancheng?

It should be the flight from Lion City to Jiecheng, right?Isn't he going to Jiecheng to record a show now?

However, some people who remembered the city I lived in also came over in a trance.

At first, it was a sentence or two, "Isn't Yu Wangsheng from Wancheng?" Gradually, the voice became louder, until they used my name as a slogan, echoing over the scene one after another.

The big screen in the center of the stage also projected my lens.

My blood was so excited that I couldn't even bend down to pick up my phone.

"However, No. 25 is from Wan County and is also from Wancheng. It may not be No. 1!" Someone forcibly snatched the microphone and suppressed the slogans that gathered together.

"Sorry," I heard the quaint strings playing musical notes again, "My voyage only reaches Wancheng, not Wanxian."

The enthusiastic slogans once again pushed the atmosphere to the peak.

He was standing on the other side of the stage, looking at me resolutely, as if waiting for my response.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, but my lips and tongue were still thirsty, the corners of my eyes were swollen, and some liquid slipped down vaguely.

I dare not even look at him more than once!

The host managed to return to the stage with great difficulty, and the male host reminded at the right time: "Mr. Yan, are you sure Mr. Yu didn't choose?"

"En!" Guzheng plucked a simple and mellow vibrato, and the firm notes spread on the strings, "Weak water is three thousand, I only take one scoop!"

"Okay!" The male host seemed to stop sticking to the rules because it was the last episode. He didn't say that he would play the recorded short film like yesterday, and asked me directly, "Mr. Before your eyes, press the light! "

My mind was swollen and I looked at the three buttons in front of me. Why is the light so dark?Why is it so noisy around here?

The blood was rushing crazily in my body, and I raised my trembling and numb hand.

I vaguely remember that No. 2 next door said yesterday: Hand in hand, the most convenient position...

There was a long "beep", and the eyes were pushed into the darker night, swallowed together with the messy sound.

The boiling blood slammed into a solid iron wall, abruptly blocking the flow of pace.

"It's a pity," the hostess opened her mouth and was the first to come back to her senses. She sighed and comforted, "It seems that Mr. Yu's requirements are really high, and a perfect person like Mr. Yan can also impress no..."

"Yes...I'm sorry..." I heard my trembling voice coming through the microphone in a low voice, "I...I pressed the wrong button..."

"Hmm!" His voice carried an ancient melody, muttering, determined, relieved, and boiling, "He pressed the wrong key, he is left-handed."