Chapter 10 Chapter Seven

Although "Friends at 11 O'clock" is not a prime-time TV program, it is the program that the audience talks about the most. The host Le Zhiyin's beauty and self-cultivation are amazing. She is only 27 or 28 years old. She joined the TV station two years ago and has become a household name. Le Zhiyin's wit, humor and insight made the talk show full of laughter. Not only did the celebrities she interviewed feel refreshed, but even the audience was relieved. Every Monday night from 11:00 to 12:00 is her time. "11:00 Bosom Friends" brings together celebrities and audiences from all walks of life.Only Le Zhiyin can make celebrities talk freely about what ordinary reporters can't visit, and make audiences flood in with letters.

Her optimism and positivity have inspired many lost people. She cooperates very well with entertainment reporters, but she has an unwritten rule: you can only ask her about what happened after she joined the TV station, and don't talk about anything before. Everyone only knows that she is single. As for her education background, family background, where she was and what job she did before returning to Hong Kong, it is always a mystery. Her cheerful talk and laugh and the smoky background just happened to be a strong contrast. There is a sense of mystery in everything that is talked about, which makes people speculate more.But Le Zhiyin never commented on those reports.

Every Tuesday afternoon, it is time for the producer, director and data collection team to meet with her. This afternoon, Le Zhiyin arrived at the TV station as usual, parked her white Honda car, wore jeans, put on a loose-fitting half-worn light blue woolen sweater, and put on a pink-yellow shawl that looked like a big felt. He got out of the car with calico patched boots and long straight hair. The north wind blew her long hair and cloak flying, and the reporters couldn't help taking a few photos. Le Zhiyin, without makeup, never minds taking photos with a bare face. She has two beautifully curved eyebrows that don’t need to be modified, big bright eyes, thick and upturned eyelashes, a small pink mouth and crystal-clear white skin.

The reporters got to know her very well. One of them asked: "Miss Le, the next channel invited a talented woman to host a show, and she wants to meet you head-on." "I know, it's called the Celebrity List, and it starts at 10:45, 15 minutes earlier than my show." Le Zhiyin's smile was still bright in the whistling north wind. "Aren't you afraid that someone will beat you?" Another reporter asked, "You are threatening to beat you to a talented woman in Taiwan." "No one can beat me." Le Zhiyin said solemnly. It seems that Le Zhiyin has never tried such a big talk.

Seeing the surprised expressions of the reporters, she smiled with a row of small white teeth: "I don't even seek victory, who can defeat someone who doesn't seek victory? I just want to be nice. I just want to beat someone who hasn't won yet. What's the point of being a perfect person without asking for good?" The reporters thought to themselves that the talented woman from Taiwan must be furious when she heard about it. "Miss Le, I heard that her first move was to invite superstar Li Qi as a guest." A reporter said. Le Zhiyin glanced at the reporters and felt that their news was accurate, so she didn't say anything.

"Li Qi is so popular, why hasn't he been on your show?" the reporters asked. "Well," Le Zhiyin looked down at his watch, "It's time for the meeting, I have to go in!" In the small studio of the TV station, the entire staff of "Friends Eleven" has already started a discussion. "I'm not worried, bosom friend's potential has not been fulfilled." said the director. "But Li Qi was invited to help out at the first shot. No matter how talented a woman is, Li Qi's attractiveness is enough to make up for it. What do you think, all women will faint when they see him!" The information collector who spoke was a woman.

"Men all like him, he doesn't smell like powder, and he has a strong air of masculinity, and he is loved by three thousand people." The male data collector said. "I just don't understand why Zhiyin has been reluctant to interview him." The producer said. "Don't understand what?" Le Zhiyin's pink and yellow shawl was swept in like a whirlwind. "Li Qi." The supervisor stared at her. Le Zhiyin smiled sweetly: "Fortunately, you are talking about Li Qi, not a talented woman." "Are you jealous?" the director teased her.

"It's not because I'm jealous, I just want a raise. I don't have the money to buy a new car." Le Zhiyin tore off her shawl and sat down. "As soon as the other party fights with us, you take the opportunity to play tricks and ask for a raise?" Le Zhiyin nodded, "It's not just taking advantage of opportunities, but also taking advantage of people's dangers!" Following a series of cynical laughter, the producer didn't know whether she was telling the truth or lying. "Bosom friend, your salary is not too low, 10,000 yuan per show." The biggest headache for the producer is that the artists ask for a raise.

"It's more than my monthly salary. I only have 9,000 yuan a month." The director couldn't help but complain. "The two of us are even more pitiful, only 7,000 yuan a month." The female data collector sighed: "The company makes a lot of money." The male data collector, who had only joined for half a year, didn't dare to say anything at first, but after so many people said it, he became bolder, although his voice was still not strong enough: "I only have five thousand and five." The producer cannot but control the order: "Are you going to have a program meeting, or not?"

Le Zhiyin said: "Open! Open! Comrades, one day all hardships will be rewarded!" "Li Qi." The producer proposed the name again. Le Zhiyin said: "He has appeared in many programs on this station, isn't he afraid that the audience will get tired of watching him?" The female data collector is a fan of Li Qi: "How can you get tired of watching it? You can't get enough of it." The female assistant editor-director who has been silent all this time speaks for the first time: "If Li Qihong hadn't been known in the streets and alleys, people would still not know that Qi is Yinqi, but still read Li Jin!"

"Bosom friend, how are you?" the director asked. Le Zhiyin drooped her long eyelashes, as if thinking about something else. "If you don't object, we'll go ask Li Qi." The director said. "Hmm." Le Zhiyin responded. "Hurry up, we will record this episode as soon as we make an appointment with Li Qi, and it will be aired next Monday. It must be faster than the neighbors." The producer made up his mind. Le Zhiyin remained silent, contrary to her usual positive and enthusiastic attitude. "Boss, don't worry." The female data collector said, "I can recite Li Qi's materials backwards, and I can provide you with questions tomorrow." Le Zhiyin raised his head: "No need to." The editor asked strangely: "Are you also his loyal fan?" Le Zhiyin said: "You don't need to give me information, and you don't need to pre-record it. It will be broadcast live next Monday." Everyone looks at me and I watch yours. The most uncomfortable is the director, because "Zhiyin 11 O'clock" has never tried live broadcast. "What if Li Qi had to watch the video before agreeing?" Le Zhiyin insists on: "Live broadcast. It's not good to record it. I want the most authentic Li Qi." "Since bosom friend is so sure, live broadcast is also good." said the producer. "I haven't asked Li Qi yet! He has so many sets, how do you know if he will be free next Monday night?" The assistant director was a little worried. "Actually," said the director, "it's much better for Zhiyin to hang up the phone in person to make an appointment, just be sincere. Besides, Zhiyin is a well-known beauty with both talent and appearance on this station!" Lezhiyin Zhiyi said: "If he wants to come, anyone who hangs up the phone will come. If he doesn't want to come, he won't come if I hang up the phone." The producer was afraid that Le Zhiyin would not want to interview Li Qi, but it seemed that she would, so he immediately made a decision: "As soon as we make an appointment with Li Qi, we immediately ask the PR department to release the news, and the Propaganda Department will broadcast a promotional video." "That's right, we're going to die before we're out on stage!" The director seemed to be holding a gun: "It's unreasonable, when you see us doing well, you imitate us!" "Then who is going to hang up the phone?" Le Zhiyin glanced at everyone.The female data collector shyly said: "I'll hang up." After finishing speaking, I couldn't help holding my beating heart in both hands: "Oops, I'm so nervous!" Le Zhiyin teased her: "Remember, be pitiful, even big stars have compassion." "What if... what if he really wants to film a movie and can't come?" asked the female data collector. Le Zhiyin chuckled: "Then you can cry, silly girl, men are most afraid of women crying." The meeting was over, and Le Zhiyin drove her car back to La Salle Road. It was a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment of about 1,000 square feet. The editor and director opened and read the letters from the audience on the TV station to see if the audience had any questions worth answering. One of them is not a topic at all, but a perception. The editor and director stopped the producer and raised his confidence... "Miss Le Zhiyin has a noble and luxurious temperament that cannot be concealed..." The producer watched it, thoughtful. "I feel that way all the time, it's weird!" The director also felt the same way: "Bosom friend is a bit weird, what is she hiding? She always refuses to mention it." "However," said the producer, "since it's on TV and faces a large audience, what else is there to hide?" "It's not shameful," the director disagreed: "Maybe it's too pretentious, for example, the family background is too rich." "I don't think it's that simple," said the producer. "At her age, although she laughs loudly, she seems to have experienced many things." "She is a decent person, don't think about it." The director has been with her for two years, "She doesn't have half a bone." "I don't suspect that she came from the world, it's impossible to pretend, but I always feel that she has a vicissitudes that cannot be concealed." The producer said. "How did you notice that?" The director said unhappily.He spent ten times more time working with Le Zhiyin than the producer, so he inevitably felt a sense of ownership over her. The producer has to take care of several groups of work, and the relationship with the artists is not too close, but Le Zhiyin is responsible for a show alone, so he should pay more attention to her. "When she was sitting alone in a corner, not facing the reporters or us, she looked a little confused. She laughed a lot, maybe to cover up her sadness." "No!" The director corrected: "It's to escape from sorrow." After chatting for a long time, the female information collector ran in happily, her throat tightened with excitement. "Unexpected! Unexpected!" "Have you made an appointment with Li Qi?" The director knew it was good news when he saw her expression. The female data collector nodded like a drum: "The big star has no airs at all, and agreed immediately." "What did you promise? When are you free?" asked the director. "He is not free every day, but he promised to come from the set next Monday and give us an hour and a half. He will be there at half past ten." "Do you want us to send a car to pick you up?" the director asked. "No need!" The female data collector said with blushing cheeks, "He even asked me if I would like him to drop me off, no wonder so many people like him." "It's a pity that you have to go to work at 9 o'clock in the morning." The director said, "Tell Le Zhiyin, at least they have half an hour to check the draft." When Monday arrived, the reporters had already gathered outside the recording room to wait for Li Qi. At half past ten, a tall and tall figure of Li Qi appeared, with raised eyebrows, a high nose, a square chin with a dent that is rarely seen in oriental people, and he was wearing a soldier's costume with cardboard cloth. "I'm sorry, I don't have time to change clothes. Is it okay to just go on camera like this? I have to go back to the set after the interview. This outfit will last for a while." Li Qi politely apologized to the producer, director, assistant director and data collector who greeted him. Everyone could see that he was very tired, he probably didn't sleep well after filming for days and nights. The reporters flashed their lights: "Li Qi, please look this way!" "Li Qi, please look at the camera!" He smiled and did it one by one, allowing the entertainment reporters to have a good time. As he walked to the No. 2 recording room, he dealt with the reporters asking this and that, swaying freely and kindly. The director looked at his watch, and it was ten forty-five, so he said to the reporters: "Mr. Li has to come in, let's take pictures after the show is over." A reporter took the lead in demanding: "Let Li Qi and Miss Le take a picture together." The assistant editor remembered: "Where did Zhiyin go? Haven't put on makeup yet?" "Enter the stage, enter the stage, we have to go to the control room. Tell Zhiyin to go in and prepare, there is no time." The director was in a hurry. Li Qi and Le Zhiyin had neither met nor wandered around. It was live and not pre-recorded, and he was nervous. Le Zhiyin was already sitting on the sofa in the second recording studio, wearing a simple powder blue dress, her long straight hair was thrown back, and she was wearing a white camellia headband with a celestial slave on her head. The female data collector introduced: "This is our host, Ms. Le Zhiyin. You don't need to introduce Mr. Li to recognize him!" "Of course." Le Zhiyin politely stood up and shook hands with Li Qi. Li Qi held her hand for a whole second or two, never leaving her face. When the reporters saw this scene, they clicked and snapped a picture. "Li Qi's eyes are amazing!" one female reporter whispered to another female reporter. The field director shouted: "Please be quiet, bosom friend, Li Qi, please sit down." The lighting engineer finally waited until Li Qi sat down and adjusted the lighting. Le Zhiyin has always been used to sitting in that position.Lighting doesn't need much adjustment. TV cameras No. 1 and No. 2 are trying to get an angle for the director to see. The recordist held a microphone the size of a little finger and clamped it inside Li Qi's lapel. Li Qi skillfully hid the wires of the tiny microphone inside his coat. "Friends, Li Qi, try your voice." The recorder put on earphones. Li Qi cleared his throat lightly: "When will you see me again? Any time, or never. Hey, how about a movie script?" The recordist made an O sign to him by touching his thumb to his index finger, indicating that it was all right. "Mr. Li Qi, Mr. Li, Li Qi, what's your name?" Le Zhiyin simply used this as an audition. The recordist gestured with satisfaction. "You know what to ask me to do." Li Qi whispered to her, covering the microphone on his body with his hand. Choreographer's button call in the control room: "Mr. Li, I'm sorry, I don't have time for you to have a rehearsal." Li Qi said leisurely, "No problem." "Bosom friend, are you alright?" the director asked. Le Zhiyin nodded. In the control room, the director said to the cameraman wearing earphones: "Camera No. 2, give me a close-up of Li Qi's front." Machine number two complied. The director said to the assistant director: "Li Qi looks very tired, but there is nothing he can do." The field attendant begins to count down: "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three..." Li Qi closed his eyes and opened them again, the eyeballs rolled away, his eyes were sparkling, his tiredness disappeared miraculously, and he was refreshed. "He was born for this job." The producer stood behind the director and observed. The show started, and the staff were a little nervous. Li Qi and Le Zhiyin are neither acquaintances nor rehearsals, so I don't know how Le Zhiyin started. Le Zhiyin glanced at Li Qi, smiled and said: "The sky is unpredictable, Li Qi, why are you here?" She spoke calmly, and everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Li Qi smiled and said to her: "Human beings have misfortunes and fortunes. Today I fall into your hands. I don't know if it's a blessing or a misfortune?" Le Zhiyin said: "Don't describe me as scary, we always have fun with the audience." "Why don't you say that I have shared my misfortune?" Li Qi seemed to be recalling: "I will never forget the people who once shared my misfortune." "For example?" Le Zhiyin tilted her head slightly. "Tell you a story. Yes, tell you a story." Li Qi put his hands on the back of his head, leaned on the back of the sofa and said: "When I was poor and sick, there was a girl with two braids and a light blue school uniform. Well, she was not an ordinary girl. Miss Qianjin came to live at my time despite the opposition of my family. In the room on the rooftop, I waited until I recovered from my illness..." Speaking of this, Li Qi's throat was slightly sore: "At that time, she was only sixteen years old." Le Zhiyin was obviously moved: "She's really a friend in your troubles." "No!" Li Qi stared at Le Zhiyin: "She is my first girlfriend." "After so many years, you still regard her as your first girlfriend?" "Yes, I can't rewrite the memory." Li Qi said sincerely. "Yes, yes," Li Qi rested his hands on the back of his head, and now they were holding each other on his knees, looking up at Le Zhiyin: "Can you rewrite your memory?" Le Zhiyin was stunned for a moment, then said: "Can you change your prodigal personality?" As soon as these words came out, everyone was amazed at Le Zhiyin's boldness, isn't she afraid of offending Li Qi? No one has ever heard the story Li Qi voluntarily told just now. Could it be that Le Zhiyin has such a great magic power that Li Qi confessed everything? Why does she say that Li Qi is a prodigal son?The information collector thought: Does she really have information that is unknown to him?That's such a sensitive topic. Unexpectedly, Li Qi didn't think he was disobedient, but instead smiled kindly: "I'm overwhelmed. Poor kids don't even have the qualifications to be prodigal sons. Some friends said that I'm just a scavenger." Le Zhiyin smiled: "You have a really good memory. You still remember what your friend said ten years ago. I know your friend." "That friend, did you ever speak ill of me?" Li Qijian said, "I'm not a good boy." "Of course not. Your friend just said trivial things like you don't like girls with rubber bands and barrettes on their heads." The editor thought to himself: This Le Zhiyin was prepared for the battle, she didn't need materials, and she didn't need rehearsals. She didn't expect that she knew a close friend of Li Qi, so of course she knew a lot. Li Qi's facial features become more and more beautiful the more he looks at them, his square chin with a dent in the middle is now slightly tilted up, making it even more attractive. "Hey, this friend, I haven't seen you for many years, did he tell you, have you seen my movies all these years?" "No." Le Zhiyin held her chin, her face was very close to Li Qi's: "Your friend said, just remember everything in your heart, but after watching your movie, you feel bad. Memories are very personal, movies Idolized and heroized you, that's not the you he is familiar with." Tears welled up in Li Qi's eyes, and the cameraman on the second camera was so absorbed in the shooting that he took a close-up shot of Li Qi's face without the director calling. "Push forward, push forward, just shoot his eyes!" The director suddenly had a stroke of genius. Only Li Qi's eyes filled with tears were seen on the screen, and the audience only heard Li Qi's voice from the bottom of his heart. "Thank you, I thank him for cherishing the me he knows so much." When the emotion was surging, the commercial time came, and the director couldn't help cursing: "Damn commercial time..." During the short three-minute advertising time, Le Zhiyin went uncharacteristically and did not chat with the guests, but just walked over and whispered to the field attendants for a while. "What kind of airs is Bosom friend putting on, even a superstar like Li Qi is being left out on purpose?" the director said in the control room. Li Qi sat there as if nothing had happened; he wasn't uncomfortable at all, but he didn't talk to the staff either. It wasn't until Le Zhiyin returned to her seat with a mysterious smile that the director was relieved: "I don't know what's wrong with her." Before he finished speaking, he saw the field attendant put an easel beside Le Zhiyin. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one! The "Friends at Eleven" program continues. Li Qi is worthy of being a first-class actor, he continued the touching atmosphere just now. "I wanted to cry just now, but fortunately it's time for the commercial." Li Qi covered his face and smiled like a big boy. "Are you very nostalgic?" Le Zhiyin asked. "Yes." Li Qi replied. "Then, why don't you contact your old friend?" Le Zhiyin asked, "Is it because you are so popular now that you don't have time to pay attention to your old friend?" Li Qi shook his head seriously: "No, I have low self-esteem. I always feel that my family background, education level and all conditions are inferior to that old friend. If she doesn't look for me, I feel embarrassed to look for her." "Li Qi, I really didn't expect that you, the darling of the silver altar and the proud son of heaven, would have a sense of inferiority." Le Zhiyin said. Li Qi smiled wryly: "Everyone has an inferiority complex, do you?" Le Zhiyin thought for a while: "No. I don't. I'm definitely not perfect, and I have a lot of flaws, but I don't have an inferiority complex." Li Qi sized her up for a while: "Miss Le, you must have grown up in a wealthy family, received sufficient paternal love and maternal love, and have a lot of self-confidence, so you won't feel inferior." Le Zhiyin laughed loudly: "No, it's just that I am optimistic by nature, and I just need to be neither humble nor overbearing." "I'm more pessimistic, of course, that has something to do with the environment in which I grew up alone." Everyone knows that Li Qi has no parents since he was very young. "Li Qi, that's not inferiority, that's anger." "may be." "You have all the honors today, you should forget the anger when you were young, how many audiences love you!" "It's strange," Li Qi was thinking, "I used to have nothing, but instead I didn't worry about anything, and went about my day. Now I worry a lot more." "worry about what?" "I'm worried that the next play will not perform well, and I'm worried about going downhill. Ms. Le, you know that we don't feel safe in our line of work. If you are popular today, you will be forgotten tomorrow." "No, you have been popular for ten years, and you became popular as soon as you debuted." Li Qi said haha: "Ten years, Miss Le, you just reminded me that I am already ten years old." "You men are more advantageous than women. Men have more taste after thirty, but it is difficult for us women. Once they pass thirty, people start to count wrinkles." "The local film industry is very unfair to actresses who are over 30 years old. Once they are over 30, they will not be allowed to be heroines." Li Qi said. "Just like me, I have no choice but to be the interview host!" Le Zhiyin laughed. Li Qi patted her on the back lightly: "Miss Le, when did you turn thirty?" "Have you studied my information?" Le Zhiyin asked. "Yes," Li Qi started to play with her: "You study me, and I study you too, Miss Le is twenty this year..." "Don't say it! Don't say it!" Le Zhiyin yelled. Li Qi smiled playfully: "Okay, then I'll let you go." Le Zhiyin pressed his chest with one hand and said to Li Qi: "Scared me!" "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Li Qi was very gentle at the moment: "Lovely women are always lovely." The female assistant director said in the control room: "Li Qi's words can coax a bosom friend to death." The field attendant in the second video studio downstairs was gesturing again, indicating that there was still one minute until the commercial time. Camera No. 1 is looking at Le Zhiyin. Le Zhiyin pointed to the bookshelf and said to the audience: "What is this bookshelf doing next to me? I'll tell you later." Another three-minute advertisement, people in the recording studio can talk freely during these three minutes. Li Qi saw the field attendants put watercolor pens and a stack of poster-sized drawing paper on the table. Le Zhiyin asked: "Li Qi, how are you? Are you willing?" Li Qi smiled mischievously: "I won't tell you, I'll let you know when I'm on camera." Le Zhiyin drums up her cheeks: "No. 2 machine, ready to face the easel at any time. No. 1 machine follows me and Li Qi." The supervisor in the control room said: "This is called Taishang Director!" The director felt humiliated and immediately protested: "My bosom friend and I have a good understanding, don't worry about it!" The show continues. Le Zhiyin said to the audience: "Li Qi also has another talent that everyone doesn't know about, and that is painting, especially portraits." Li Qi shook his hands wildly: "No, it's been too long since I practiced!" Le Zhiyin stretched out her white hand: "Li Qi, can I hold your hand?" Li Qi smiled and asked: "Can I say no?" After saying that, he handed Le Zhiyin his hand. Le Zhiyin took him to the easel: "Would you like to draw a portrait of your first girlfriend for everyone to see?" Li Qi smiled slyly: "Well, then I have to concentrate. Miss Le, you're making me nervous standing next to me, you don't mind stepping out of the camera and taking a break!" Le Zhiyin made fun of Li Qi and made fun of himself to the audience: "Look, I'm not as good at stealing the spotlight as the actor. Okay, I'll step aside first." "Also," Li Qi said, "please turn your back, don't let me see you." Le Zhiyin pretended to be angry and said: "Isn't my face so shameful?" Li Qi looked at her carefully. "It's just too beautiful. I'm afraid I'll be distracted watching you draw." Le Zhiyin turned her back. Li Qi tones and mixes the water, and writes very quickly. The second machine is aimed at the easel, and the first machine is aimed at Li Qi. The director alternates between the painting and the human image. I saw Li Qi standing still intently, painting without distraction, his face was full of reminiscence, his slightly frowned eyebrows seemed to be locked with longing that could not be driven away for many years. On the drawing paper, a light blue cheongsam school uniform first appeared, followed by two braids that reached to the chest, then the outline of a melon-shaped face, followed by a small slightly opened mouth with a pretty straight nose. Li Qi moved his brush like flying, he only paused when he reached the eyes, as if he wanted to retrieve something from his memories. In a daze, he drew the eyes of a girl in her teens, with curled eyelashes, looking up innocently and affectionately, as if she was looking at someone much taller than her. From beginning to end, Li Qi only spent five minutes. The female assistant director let out a soft cry: "Why does that portrait look a bit like a bosom friend?" The editor and director are all set: "What does it look like? It looks like a sixteen-year-old Le Zhiyin!" Li Qi finished the drawing: "Miss Le, please advise me." Le Zhiyin turned around, looked at the portrait, and couldn't help being stunned. Li Qi said: "If you draw someone's face, I'm afraid they won't like it. How do you know if he has a boyfriend now? I have to borrow your face." Le Zhiyin tried to keep calm: "You, um, you have such a good memory, you can remember my face so clearly." "May I give you the painting as a souvenir?" Li Qi said, "Although the painting is not very good." "Ah, thank you... thank you." Le Zhiyin seemed at a loss for a while: "I didn't expect..." "Didn't you expect your face to be painted? Didn't you tell me to paint the portrait of my first girlfriend?" Le Zhiyin seemed to suddenly remember after losing her memory: "Ah, yes." "I'm sorry, I borrowed your face." Li Qi said politely, "I didn't eat your tofu on purpose. If you're not happy, can I tear up the portrait?" "Oh no, don't tear it off, I'm glad you gave it to me." Li Qi turned the easel 180 degrees so that the back of the easel was facing the camera. "Miss Le, please come here, may I write a few words for you as a souvenir?" Le Zhiyin and Li Qi stood side by side, and Li Qi wrote a very small line on the drawing paper: "Where can I wait for you after the filming of the show?" Le Zhiyin made a gesture of appreciation, and wrote crookedly with his left hand covered by the easel: "Eleven La Salle Road." Roll up the picture casually: "Thank you very much, Li Qi." The two chatted for a few days, and the commercial time came again. For those three minutes, the two were surprisingly silent, Li Qi did not speak, neither did Le Zhiyin. Three minutes passed in silence. The fourth part is to answer letters from the audience. Le Zhiyin held a stack of letters in her hand and said to Li Qi: "Please draw one." Li Qi smoked and took the letter: "How to play?" "I'll first express the audience's beliefs, you answer first, and then I will add my opinion." Le Zhiyin opened the letter: Miss Le Zhiyin: "I have three boyfriends and they have all been very good to me and I believe they are sincere." "The person I love the most is Mr. A, but my parents object to my association with him because his family background is not good and his academic performance is not good." "Mr. B's conditions are very good, and his parents like him the most." "Mr. C seems to love me very much, I guess he is sincere, but because Mr. B and Mr. C are good friends, Mr. C has not clearly explained his love to him." "My mind is confused, which one should I choose now?" "I'm a 16-year-old Form 5 student. The final exam is approaching, but I'm not in the mood to revise my textbooks. I really don't know what to do." "Minor." Li Qi answered quickly: "Obviously, you love Mr. A the most in your heart, so you have to love him bravely. If you choose a boyfriend, you won't be upset, and you can prepare for the exam with peace of mind." Le Zhiyin said, "Thank you Li Qi for your valuable advice." "I'm not against middle school students falling in love, but, among three boyfriends, you don't have to decide which one to choose now." "I would advise you to deal with the big test first. If you do not do well in the test, your parents will naturally blame their least favorite Mr. A." "For him, you have to work harder to study your textbooks." "I also hope that all parents understand the saying, don't bully the young and poor, and don't force their daughters too much, lest young people make wrong choices under the mentality of rebelling for the sake of rebellion." "Obviously, you have plenty of time, so don't rush to choose." "Emotions don't happen overnight, time will tell you which one of ABC is the best for you." Li Qi added: "Don't bully young people to be poor, well said. Mr. A, study hard, don't let others look down on you! This is what I say from the bottom of my heart. Mingming, remember to study hard!" After the live broadcast of "Friends at 11 o'clock", all the staff were very excited. Not only did they interview Li Qi first, so that the neighbors couldn't get the first shot, but they were even more delighted that Le Zhiyin tried her best to bring out all the things Li Qi had never said and never done in front of the mirror. They liked Li Qi's sincerity and cooperation even more.He is indeed brilliant, and he is able to adapt to the situation without any preparation. Everyone from the producer to the venue ran to thank him, some asked him to autograph as a souvenir, and some wanted to take a photo with him, Li Qi readily did so one by one. "Thank you, thank you everyone, I have to hurry back to the set." Li Qi strode tall and quickly got into his low-key 28 OSLE silver-gray Mercedes. He didn't use the driver. "Bosom friend, I have you!" the producer said, "It turns out that we have done so much preparation quietly!" "That's right." Le Zhiyin said, "I accept your compliment wholeheartedly. However, if it weren't for a group of colleagues who have a tacit understanding, the program would not have been able to run so smoothly." "It's useful to be beautiful. When Li Qi met our Miss Le, he seemed to fall in love with him!" said the director. "There are many beautiful actresses." Le Zhiyin is not uncommon for others to praise her for her beauty. "Temperament, temperament, wisdom, wisdom." The director continued to praise his beloved general: "I'm so excited, I can't sleep, let's all go for a late night snack, I treat you!" Le Zhiyin hugged the portrait Li Qi gave her: "Thank you. I won't go, I'm too tired." "Go, bosom friend, it's rare that everyone is so happy." The producer helped the choreographer and director. "I'm really tired, you guys go, I just want to sleep." Everyone couldn't force her, so they had to let her go home. Le Zhiyin drove her Japanese car back to No. 11 La Salle Road, parked the car, did not go upstairs, and stood behind the gate to wait. In less than three minutes, Li Qi's car arrived and waved to her, and she quickly jumped into the car. "Xiao Sheng, I didn't expect it." Li Qi sighed, "I didn't expect you to be a TV host." Le Zhiyin sadly: "It's been a long time since anyone called me Xiao Sheng." Li Qi pondered: "Shengshihua, the flower of the prosperous age, the flower is the flower, the flower of the prosperous age, you told me when you were sixteen years old." "Do you remember?" "You know I won't forget, Xiao Sheng, that girl in the light blue school uniform under the azalea shed on the rooftop, looking up at me." "Yes, you undid my braids and left my hair loose." "How are your parents?" Le Zhiyin lowered his head: "The Sheng family is no longer what it used to be. My father has gone bankrupt. They now live in a small apartment in Mei Foo Xin Chuen, and they don't like to meet people. They are not used to a life without ostentation." "So you dare not be surnamed Sheng? You used Le Zhiyin as your stage name?" "My parents don't like me appearing with my real name. Being an artist seems to have humiliated the Sheng family." "I wonder why you became an artist?" Li Qi asked. "I returned to Hong Kong more than two years ago and did whatever I could." "No," Li Qi said, "Xiao Sheng, you still have that personality, you can do whatever your parents don't like you the most." "Maybe, subconscious resistance." "Xiao Sheng, where's your husband? Where's your child?" Le Zhiyin said lightly: "Not with me, separated." Li Qi parked the car on the side of the road with few pedestrians, and held her face in both hands: "Xiao Sheng, why didn't you look for me?" Le Zhiyin shook her head: "Over the years, I really don't want to see any old friends. I watched from a distance, and I am relieved to know that your career is very successful." "Xiao Sheng, come back to me." Li Qi kissed her. "Hey, aren't you afraid that your female fans will chop me up?" "I'm just waiting for you, Xiao Sheng who grows up in my heart." "There's no way you don't have a girlfriend." "There are girlfriends, but there is only one waiting." "Li Qi, don't be so stubborn. I really lose all hope of men and love." "Including Cheng Anbang?" Li Qi asked. "Why don't you ask his brother, my ex-husband Cheng Anxiong?" Li Qi thought for a while: "I haven't even seen Cheng Anxiong. Cheng Anbang, I think he loves you very much." "Don't mention Cheng Anbang, okay?" "Why did you marry Cheng Anxiong?" Li Qi still didn't understand: "Is it to get close to Anbang?" "No!" Li Qi stared at her: "It's so unfair. Two of them are against me. Xiao Sheng, can you tell whether you love Cheng Anxiong or Cheng Anbang?" "The two brothers don't see each other very often." Li Qi asked: "Does Cheng Anxiong take care of your life?" Le Zhiyin shook her head: "I don't think he'll ever forgive me in his life." "I want to ask you something." Li Qi said, "That child... I hope you don't mind. Mr. Shui Wen has seen your son, she said he looks like me." "An Xiong hasn't seen you before, so he won't think the child looks like you. But he knows it's not his child." "Is that child mine?" "I don't know, Li Qi, I really don't know." Li Qi embraced her: "Xiao Sheng, my Xiao Sheng, you don't need to hide anything for me." "Shui Wenjun said that the child is like you, it's just her wishful thinking." "You and Cheng Anxiong separated because of the children?" "Li Qi, An Xiong loves his son very much. I filed for divorce myself." "You have the heart to leave our child behind?" Li Qi became impulsive, "Let my parents leave like me?" "Li Qi, that child may not be yours. An Xiong is not willing to separate from me. I said he will never forgive me, not because the child is not his, but because I left him." "There's no reason why you shouldn't fight for custody of your child." "An Xiong said that he has no relatives by his side. At least I have parents who love me. He begged me to leave the child to him." "Just give away your own child?" "Li Qi, you don't understand, I owe him too much, I can't bear to take away his only love. Do you think I don't miss my son? Whenever I see a little boy who is nine or ten years old, I just wanted to hug them." "Miss Le—" Li Qi looked at her face carefully: "Ha, Miss Le—only entertainment reporters believe that you are happy. Tonight, you don't have a smile that you forced out." Le Zhiyin sighed and lowered his head. "Xiao Sheng, look at me!" Li Qi raised her chin with both hands. "Don't do this, I can't, I can't." Le Zhiyin shook his hands. "小盛，我看过你的节目。好多次，好多次。你每一下笑声我都心疼，那不是真正的笑声，为什么你要笑得那么辛苦？"李颀道："我甚至反感，那不是真正的你。" "在观众面前不须展示真正的我。你拍过那么多部电影还不明白吗？" "我永远是我，观众看见的是李颀扮演的浪子、李颀扮演的士兵、李颀扮演的法官，我是借用不同的角色去发泄自己。但你不是，你是在遮掩你自己，逃避你自己。我甚至憎恨乐知音这个强装快乐的名字——" "送我回家吧，李颀，你应该赶回片场拍戏了。"乐知音知道再说下去，她便会在他面前哭泣了。 "我还会找你的，不要避开我，小盛。"李颀与她吻别。 乐知音回到家里，展开李颀替她画的肖像，心下一阵伤感。随手翻苏东坡词集，一翻便看见"天涯同是伤沦落，故山犹负平生约"，不禁掩卷泪下。