After Huang Lei took a shower, he went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Tang Yao took the initiative to go over and help. The breakfast was made with scallion oil noodles, so he could only pick the scallions, wash them and cut them. He couldn't help with the work afterwards.

Peng Peng could only be responsible for making a fire to watch it. After that, Tang Yao left the kitchen and was not in the way.

In the awning, Zhang Yixing took a guitar, plucked and played a relaxed tune, and hummed in his mouth. Several people next to him sat quietly, looking like the quiet years were quiet.

"Yi Xing, why don't you have lyrics?" Teacher He asked,

"I just want to try whether I can play a good song. The lyrics are not yet available." Zhang Yixing explained.

He was a little distressed. He was a pop music producer and wanted common sense lyrics to have great weaknesses in lyrics.

"I've been thinking lately that my lyrics should be more down-to-earth. It's the kind of straightforward and simple ones, which may be better."

He is a pop musician and has already achieved good results. But he has always been better at fast songs, which was influenced by his studies in Hanguo.

Now he found that slow songs are actually suitable for lyricism, but they are also more difficult to create, so he is still trying to learn by himself.

After hearing this, Teacher He turned his head and looked at Tang Yao. After doing variety shows for a long time, he naturally knew what kind of content was interesting. He thought that the interaction between the two should be very interesting, so he smiled and said:

"Tang Yao happened to be very good at improvisation. You can ask him to give it a try. The so-called professional expertise may lead to some inspiration."

Zhang Yixing nodded in agreement and stopped playing.

He looked at Tang Yao and asked, "Tang Yao, do you want to try it?"

Peng Peng and Zi Feng both set their sights on him, feeling a strong sense of expectation.

"Okay." Tang Yao did not refuse and took his guitar. After trying it twice, he looked at the people beside him with his eyes focused on him, thinking that it would be fine to complete the check-in task now, so he didn't have to wait until the night.

Tang Yao smiled and said, "I actually watched the show before, but now I have experienced it. It is really relaxing and warm. It just so happens that I have an idea, so I will try to sing it. The lyrics are as simple as possible."

When the others saw that he was speaking so formally, their faces became serious. Even Teacher Huang, who was doing it, looked here through the window.

After Tang Yao finished speaking, his temperament changed, and he activated his full commitment (strong) and his appeal (strong).

The guitar sounded slowly, as if there was a special magic power, which immediately calmed the emotions in people's hearts and immersed them in it.

Tang Yao spoke quietly and relaxed

"Wake up naturally at 7:30 every morning

The scenery sounded and it was light again.

The clothes that are sun-dried are very comfortable

Everything is soft and quiet

...

This is the most ordinary day

Do you miss it too

If you don't chase, you will walk home slowly..."

Pictures flashed through my mind, and a song called back memories of the past. The guests came and went, and the shooting locations changed, but this relaxed and ordinary feeling, this warm and unforgettable past has never changed.

Those happy and peaceful times when laughing and playing seemed to be written in a song.

Huang Lei in the kitchen stopped his work and stood at the door and listened quietly with his hands behind his back. In the pavilion, the emotional Teacher He was already in tears. The sister looked at Tang Yao with her chin on her hands. Peng Peng, with her eyes closed, didn't know what she was thinking.

Zhang Yixing was a little stunned.

No one disturbed this beautiful scene. Only a few cameras pointed at Tang Yao and took pictures without any details.

"Just wasting my years without worrying about it

Only the evening breeze blows on the cheeks

One day we will find her.”

In this morning, the warm wind blew by, and the last string fell.

Tang Yao breathed and recovered from his full commitment.

I didn't care about the mechanical sounds in my mind, but with a smile, breaking the quiet atmosphere, "Thank you everyone."

"No, Tang Yao, we should thank you." He Jiong, the sentimental, said seriously. His eyes were a little red and his voice was a little low.

"It sounds really nice." The quiet sister whispered with a slight reminiscence.

"That's amazing, Teacher Tang, you're so amazing!" Zhang Yixing called the teacher sincerely, with an amazing expression.

He fully believed that this was the song that Tang Yao improvised on the spot. Such emotions and lyrics were very consistent with the atmosphere of the program. Therefore, he had no other thoughts besides admiring him.

"Peng Peng, are you crying?" Teacher He saw Peng Peng tilting his head, closing his eyes as if nothing had happened, and asked with a smile. But he himself sucked his nose.

Peng Peng seemed to be afraid of being embarrassed to be seen, but just smiled awkwardly, "Brother Tang Yao sang so well, which reminded me of a lot of things from the past."

Huang Lei looked at everyone's reaction, smiled, and shouted to the director, "Wang Zheng, didn't you say that our show is a suitable theme song? Isn't there a ready-made song here!"

Wang Zheng was also thinking about this and responded outside the camera, "We will discuss it with Teacher Tang later."

He was very proud to be able to shoot such a picture. Through post-promotion, this episode will definitely have better ratings.

So at this time, the tone was filled with joy.

An all-round singer and an all-round singer with all-out performances is about time and time to become famous. Naturally, everyone's attitude towards Tang Yao seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

He Jiong calmed down and asked, "Tang Yao, what's the name of this song?"

"I think it's very appropriate to call it "Ordinary Day."

"You are definitely the most powerful singer I have ever met, no doubt!" He Jiong said very seriously. He is an old man with a deep experience in the entertainment industry. Such words are extremely important. They are enough to add a rich mark to the resume of any newcomer.

"It's really rare to be able to improvise such a song, such talent and strength!"

Everyone nodded in agreement. There was a look of admiration in my sister's eyes.

Zhang Yixing couldn't wait to ask him for advice.

...

Several people sat in the pavilion and ate Teacher Huang's scallion oil noodles. They all looked satisfied and leaned against the chair and stared in a daze.

It just so happened that there was a sound of suitcases pulling on the road on the trail outside at this time.

"It seems that a customer is coming. Peng Peng, go and take a look." Teacher Huang said.

Peng Peng and his sister quickly got up and trotted towards the door. On the way in, Anshui wore a sun hat and dragged his suitcase and walked with some difficulty. When he saw them, he stopped and smiled and said, "Peng Peng Peng, Zi Feng, hello. I'm here to visit you."

"Hello, Sister Anshui." The two responded enthusiastically, and Peng Peng trotted over and said, "Sister Anshui, I'll help you get it."

"Okay, thank you Peng Peng."

"Teacher Huang, Teacher He, it's Sister Anshui here." Peng Peng shouted in response after walking into the front dam of the door.

Anshui is a well-known domestic actress and is close to the front line. She has worked with Mr. Huang and Mr. He for several years in the entertainment industry. So when she heard this name, several people got up to greet her.

"Haha, Anshui, long time no see, welcome." Teacher He, who could play with anyone, walked over and hugged Anshui gently.

"Long time no see, Teacher He, Teacher Huang. Hello, Zhang Yixing." An Shui also smiled and greeted everyone. Then his eyes turned and fell on Tang Yao, and he was surprised.

Teacher He was about to introduce him, and An Shui had already spoken, "What a coincidence, Teacher Tang, I didn't expect you to come to participate in this program."

"Hello, Teacher An, it's really a coincidence."
Chapter completed!