I'm not a theatre god

Article 9 of "Chen's Directing Rules" -

The core of creating and developing a plot is to set up conflicts. If the story itself is not conflicting or gripping enough, then create ‘misunderstandings’ to promote plot development.

Several rules that she secretly summarized when she was a director in her previous life flashed through Chen Ling's mind, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

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The moment she saw these two lines of words flashing across the soy milk, Chen Ling knew she had guessed correctly.

Uncle Zhao's expression was visibly stiff.

He looked at Chen Ling in astonishment. He was confused at first, then shocked, and finally fell into deathly silence...

"Uncle Zhao, I promised Xiao Yi to keep it a secret for him... But uncle, you are Xiao Yi's son, and I must think that he can pass on the incense to you... And he always hangs out with another boy, which will really affect you. Academics.”

Chen Ling sighed, "I saw him sitting in the back seat of that boy's car today, smiling so happily..."

Uncle Zhao's body trembled slightly, his hands couldn't help but clenched into fists, and his breathing became heavier.

"Okay...Uncle understands." Uncle Zhao tried his best to force a smile on his face, which looked a little scary, "Thank you, Ah Ling."

"By the way, uncle, I promised Xiao Yi to keep this matter secret, so you must not tell him that I told you..."

"Don't worry, uncle knows."

After Chen Ling drank the last sip of soy milk, she said goodbye to Uncle Zhao and left the shop.

But Uncle Zhao seemed not to have heard anything and was looking for something in the room. After a few minutes, he took out a fist-thick stick from the corner and slowly sat on the bench in front of the store.

A gust of cold wind blew through the street, blowing the few strands of Uncle Zhao's hair and the sweat-stained towel on his forehead.

He just sat there quietly, punching the ground with a stick with one hand, staring at the end of the street with his bloodshot eyes, like a general with murderous intent!

Chen Ling seemed to have left the street, but in fact he secretly walked back through the alleyway. Standing under the shade of a tree in the corner, he could see the whole shop.

A few minutes later, a tricycle came swaying from the end of the road.

Zhao Yi sat on the side of the car with his legs crossed, and the two buckets of salt behind him had been sprinkled cleanly. He was playing with the few copper coins he had just earned in his hands, smiling so much that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

"Hey, it's not that hard to make money."

"Brother Yi, of course it's not difficult for you. I'm the one who's been riding the bike all day!" The boy in front stood up and pedaled the tricycle hard, panting.

"We are all brothers, no difference between you and me."

Zhao Yi took out two copper coins from his palm and stuffed them into the young man's pocket, "Here, these are for you."

Not far away, Uncle Zhao's eyelids couldn't help but twitch when he saw Zhao Yi taking the initiative to touch the young man's waist.

"Brother Yi, I gave you two yuan for riding for a day??" The young man's eyes widened, "Didn't you get twenty yuan from the road management bureau?"

"Cycling is a physical job, and spreading salt is a technical job. Of course I scored more points."

Zhao Yi replied lazily, then jumped off the tricycle, squinted his eyes and waved to the young man with a smile, "I'll wait for you at the same place tomorrow... If you dare not come, I'll beat you every time I see you. Understand?"

After saying that, he held all the remaining eighteen copper coins in his hand and walked towards his shop with his head held high.

The young man on the bicycle looked at him angrily, but when Zhao Yi glared back with a vicious look, he suddenly became frightened and could only continue pedaling dejectedly and go home alone.

Zhao Yi, the teenage bully on Hanshuang Street, was something that almost no one among the younger generation dared to mess with. The boy on a bicycle was raped for free all day long, and he could only grit his teeth and swallow it.

"Dad, I'm back!!"

Zhao Yi took big steps and held eighteen copper coins in his hand. He had never been so confident when he returned home.

But for some reason, as soon as he walked to the door of the store, he felt a chill coming to his face.

The figure holding the wooden stick slowly stood up, and the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point. Uncle Zhao locked his angry eyes on Zhao Yi, like a general holding a spear, and walked towards him menacingly.

"Old... dad?" Zhao Yi saw the stick and subconsciously took a step back.

"That's him, isn't he?" Uncle Zhao pointed at the young man who was riding away with a finger, his hands trembling with anger, "You little bastard! If you don't study hard, why do you do this secretly to me?!"

"You said that if you were serious about falling in love with a girl, you'd better find a fucking boy?"

"Can a man give birth to a child for you?! Can he continue the family lineage of our old Zhao family!!"

"You have missed your father's seed!!"

Uncle Zhao yelled and cursed while holding a stick and frantically chasing Zhao Yi, who screamed in pain after being beaten.

Hearing Uncle Zhao's scolding, the ears of the neighbors on half the street stood up.

They gathered around curiously and started pointing at Zhao Yi who was being hunted. They didn't know what they said to each other, and a look of shock appeared on their faces at the same time.

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As Zhao Yi screamed after being beaten, the numbers in front of Chen Ling began to beat.

If he could enter the theater in his mind again, he would be able to see the densely packed black shadow "audience" watching this scene with interest, with a subtle smile on his lips.

"The contradiction is right...but the characters are not enough." Chen Ling's eyes fell on the tricycle in the distance.

"little six."

Hearing Chen Ling's call, the boy on the bicycle who was eating melon in a daze turned his head.

"Brother A Ling, are you here too?"

"You went to melt the snow today. How much did Xiao Yi give you?"

"...Two yuan." At the mention of this, resentment appeared on the young man's face, "He went back on his promise. He originally said he would let me ride a bike and give me a big share of the money he made, but in the end he only gave me this little and threatened to continue giving him money tomorrow. He works as a coolie..."

"Do you want to take revenge on him?" Chen Ling looked into his eyes, "In other words, do you want him to never dare to bully you again, or even to avoid you when he sees you?"

"think!!"

"Then I'll teach you..."

While the two were whispering, Zhao Yi was already exhausted from being chased.

"Dad, please stop fighting! I'm really not gay!" Zhao Yi finally came to his senses and tried his best to explain, "I swear, I, Zhao Yi, have always only liked women! Especially plump and charming ones. …”

The mouths of the onlookers opened slightly, thoughtfully.

Uncle Zhao was stunned and his steps suddenly slowed down.

"Then what's your relationship with that boy on the bike?"

"We are just ordinary friends!"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true..."

"Brother Xiao Yi!" A young figure pushed aside the crowd and rushed to Zhao Yi like crazy. He opened his arms and hugged Zhao Yi's body, using his back to block the wooden stick for him.

Zhao Yi was stunned.

Uncle Zhao was also stunned.

"You..." Zhao Yi felt that his mind went blank.

Before Zhao Yi could speak, the young man spoke loudly to Uncle Zhao with red eyes:

"If you want to hit me, hit me! Don't hit my little brother B!!!"

The atmosphere suddenly became dead silent!

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