I’m Really a Superstar Chapter 1672: [Zhang Ye’s first English song! 】

Day.

A flowering valley.

"Zhang'er, can this be eaten?"

"No."

"Zhang'er, what about this?"

"This is poisonous."

"So hungry."

"Come and think of something."

Breakfast food for already has been consumed by them. Everyone has experienced the difficulties of survival along the way. Before watching TV, they didn't feel anything, but when it was one's own's turn to be thrown into the wilderness, they discovered that everything was too difficult. Without Zhang Ye, they knew that they would not be able to get out of this life In no-man's land, here will starve to death.

"Look."

"What?"

"There are bees."

"Bee?"

"Indicate there must be beehives nearby, go, follow them!"

"Hive?"

Finally, they found the hive.

In a very hidden place.

Jacques excitedly said, "Here you are!"

Lilian asks, "What now?"

Xu Meilan said: "How to take this off? There are too many bees!"

"It is time to divide the work." Zhang Ye assigned the task, "Sister Lan, you need to find some dry branches or straw, it must be flammable."

Xu Meilan nodded, "OK, leave it to me."

Zhang Ye said: "Lao Li, drilling wood to make fire I taught you yesterday."

Lilian Well, "I'll try."

Zhang Ye said: "Lao Jia, you will follow me later."

Jacques shivered, "Will not be stunned?"

Zhang Ye said: "So prepare some clothes and wrap up the exposed areas of your body."

"Okay, I'll find it." Jacques said.

A little while later, the withered grass was lit.

Zhang Ye and Jacques went up with the hay.

Xu Meilan said: "keep it up!"

Lilian ordered: "Be careful!"

Everyone is hungry, and they are looking forward to this honey big meal.

Smoky.

Fire.

The bees are scattered.

Zhang Ye sees the timing, picks a tree branch, picks the hive, turns and runs, and greets Jacques while running, "Hurry! Run and run!"

Jacques hurries down the tree and falls down.

Xu Meilan flowers look overwhelming, "Go!"

Lilian saw the bees flying towards them and fled!

After ten minutes.

A few people have returned from the distant camp.

Zhang Ye, Jacques, Xu Meilan, Lilian were all stung by bees. Some people were stung by two or three. This is relatively small. Zhang Ye, as the pioneer, was completely stung by more than a dozen large packages. His face was swollen, especially where there were no clothes around his eyes. But at this moment, no one in already cares about this, everyone is staring at the hive, drooling.

Zhang Ye begins to distribute.

You alone.

I'm alone.

A few people hug and hug, the corners of their eyes smile.

Xu Meilan exclaimed: "How can it be so delicious!"

Lilian said: "The world is delicious!"

Jacques even exclaimed: "Awesome! This is great!"

In fact, the honey on the market generally needs to be processed, so that the taste is better, and the time will be longer. It will definitely be more delicious than this original honeycomb, and everyone is not a person who has not drank honey. However, the reason why it feels different is that it has a lot to do with the environment. This is not something you can buy for money, it is obtained through the joint efforts of everyone, and the taste is naturally different.

Zhang Ye asked: "Are you new to the matter of survival?"

Jacques nodded, "It feels good to be alive."

Xu Meilan said: "I used to think that living was an ordinary thing. You know, there is a lot of pressure in our business. Many people on I Believe occasionally jump out of suicide, but these two days, I don't think so, it's a sacred thing to live. "

Zhang Ye said: "Do you know where this is?"

Jacques froze and shook his head.

Xu Meilan also shook his head.

Only Lilian said, "Have fought here before."

Zhang Ye nodded his head. "There have been wars here before. Thousands of lives have been killed here because of artillery. Many people are children. They are young soldiers. Even before they are eighteen years old, they sleep in this area forever. Land. "

Mute.

Silent.

The atmosphere is a little dignified.

Suddenly, Zhang Ye bowed his head, squatted on the ground, dug under a tree, and took a muddy medal in his hand.

There is blood on it.

There is also a name.

—— The owner of the medal is Andy.

Jacques for a moment, "This is it?"

Zhang Ye said lightly: "Let me take a nap."

Lilian said: "Yeah."

Xu Meilan pulled Jacques and left.

A few people went to rest.

Zhang Ye did not move, but silently holding the medal.

Half an hour.

One hour.

Some people who were sleeping suddenly woke up.

"You listen?" Xu Meilan said.

Lilian said: "What Voice?"

Jacques was startled: "Who is singing?"

Lilian and Xu Meilan are both awakened by a song.

They went out of the camp one after another, looking eastward and westward, looking for the direction of the song, then they saw Zhang Ye, and saw a picture that they would never forget in their lives. Zhang Ye was holding the blood-stained medal, standing at the highest point of the quiet valley, watching the blue sky, and the clear singing sounded through the valley.

Zhang Ye sings softly:

"Mama, takethisbadgeoffofme."

(Mom, remove my badge.)

"Icantuseitanymore."

(I can't use it anymore.)

"Itsgettindark, toodarktosee."

(Everything is getting dark, so dark I can't see anything.)

"feelslikeImknockinonheavensdoor."

(I feel like my already is knocking at the door of heaven.)

"Mama, putmygunsintheground."

(Mom, put my gun on the ground.)

"Icantshootthemanymore."

(I can no longer use it Shooting.)

"Thatlongblackcloudiscomindown."

(Long dark clouds are falling.)

"feelslikeImknockinonheavensdoor."

(I feel like I'm knocking on the door of heaven.)

"Knock, knock, knockinonheavensdoor."

"Knock, knock, knockinonheavensdoor."

"Knock, knock, knockinonheavensdoor."

"Knock, knock, knockinonheavensdoor."

(Knock, knock, knock at the gate of heaven.)

(Knock, knock, knock at the gate of heaven.)

(Knock, knock, knock at the gate of heaven.)

(Knock, knock, knock at the gate of heaven.)

...

Zhang Zuo.

Wu Yi.

Tong Fu.

Sun Kuang.

The film crew came over one by one.

This is a rock and roll.

But there is no guitar.

There is no accompaniment.

There is only one sad Voice in the valley Singing. The singing seems to sing through the clouds and floats far away. The feeling is really beyond words. Even Singer, an international professional like Lilian When I heard this song, I stayed where I was.

The valley.

Clouds.

Singing.

Badge.

Everyone is shocked!

The song that is knocking at the gate of heaven is also knocking on their hearts!