attack stream of life

"Mr. Yan, my surname is Xia. I heard that you came to teach in this crew, so I begged my sister to come over and enjoy it up close. I'm so sorry to cause trouble for everyone." Qing Chuan stood up and bowed slightly, The attitude is very sincere.

"It turns out that you are really a star chaser." The director smiled, because no star in Qingchuan came to find or get in touch with, everyone misunderstood, "Hey, I still thought that you were very energetic, and it would be okay to stand in the group show." It's very pleasing to the eye. I think that if you have the heart, you can't make up the number. Who would have thought that such a well-dressed little comrade would actually be your fancier Yan Shitou? It's really unexpected."

When Mr. Yan heard that there were young people chasing after him to watch the show, he felt comforted in his heart, and ignored the director's joke, "Can you sing? I'll listen to a few words."

Qing Chuan blushed and said embarrassingly, "I'm a fashion designer. I haven't learned how to sing, I only know how to listen. I haven't sung before."

"Hey, what's so embarrassing about this, if you haven't learned it, you haven't learned it. Come on, let me teach you a few words, and you can yell twice when you go out in the future. Don't ruin the reputation of us fanciers. Your current age is It’s a bit older, but it’s never too late to learn anything. You take it as a hobby, a pastime, and most importantly, you have to have fun and enjoy it.”

Teacher Yan likes to watch young people learn opera. This is inheritance and continuation.

Qing Chuan has been a national treasure master himself, so he understands this feeling.

"Eh." He responded quickly.

Teacher Yan was very happy and began to teach Qingchuan to open his voice.

He gestured with his fist three inches below his navel, "See, here, the qi sinks to the dantian. Put your fist here and take a deep breath, do you feel the qi bulge up here? Take a deep breath and try to inhale as much air as possible." , straighten your upper body, you have to open the line from your chest lungs to your throat so that you can make a sound.”

"Open your mouth, don't exhale yet, open your throat. Smile, it feels like you are laughing freely." Teacher Yan took a breath, opened her mouth and said, "Ha!ha!ha! 'Every one goes up a section, the breath is thick and comes with stereo sound effects, and it's deafening when you hear it up close.

"A really good drama actor. Our theater with thousands of people doesn't use speakers or microphones. With one mouth, every word is clear, and the people at the door can hear it clearly. If you want to use a microphone, even the microphone can't stand it." Depao, where did this sound come from? It is here, coming from your chest."

Teacher Yan was so excited that he sang a part of the libretto from Dingjun Mountain.

The whole crew fell silent, even people who don't understand drama can't help but stop and listen, enjoying the beauty of art.For an art such as Peking Opera, you can't feel the atmosphere and strong appeal until you hear it live.

"Come, come, come, all of you, hahaha, use seven tones to pronounce this sound. Remember, open your voice, as if you are standing on the top of Mount Tai, looking at all the small mountains, and the feeling of the openness in front of your eyes." Teacher Yan It wasn't enough to catch Qingchuan and deliver it to his door, so he called all the "theatre" actors in the crew.

At this time, it is easy to see whether he has practiced in private, and the second hero has handed in a very good homework, and the other things are not satisfactory.The last one was Qing Chuan, he stood up straight, clenched his hands into fists, he didn't know anything else, he was very familiar with his dantian.

Open your mouth, "Ha! Ha!..."

Everyone was taken aback. Qing Chuan looked very young, and his voice was very young. How could he have such a beautiful baritone voice when he rapped and sang? It was deep, thick and round, without the stickiness of a beginner Feeling, the breath is still very stable, full of air, a few "ha" are very smooth, really as beautiful as a silk and bamboo musical instrument.

"It's a pity." Teacher Yan patted his thigh, "With such a throat condition, it would have been ten years earlier... Hey." Seeing a good seedling, but it grew crookedly, the teacher was heartbroken, "You have to come tomorrow .”

"Come on." Who can miss a free master class? "Tomorrow I'll cook some more pear soup. The westerly wind has blown up these few days, and the weather is dry."

"It turns out that you brought the Chuanbei Sydney pears. I wonder who spent so much money to drink such a good Chuanbei stewed soup." The Sydney pear soup brought by Qingchuan was bitter, and there were not many people who joined it. They were all middle-aged and elderly people. The teacher is one of them who likes to drink more. Those who study drama like them know how to protect their throats.For a while, Mr. Yan had a better impression of Qingchuan. He was young, not impetuous in doing things, and knew how to keep in good health.

"You like me to stay up longer tomorrow."

"Okay, go back and practice your vocalization more. You have a good foundation, and you will know how to get started after a month of practice. Although it takes some time, if you study hard, you can learn something famous."

Teacher Yan stayed on the set for more than a month, and Qing Chuan also stayed for more than a month. After Teacher Yan left, he invited Qing Chuan to his house as a guest.

Qingchuan is not free all the time, he is very busy when there is an order for designing, and working overtime is common.

Sometimes he would come over with his own drawing board. When Mr. Yan was lecturing the actors, if he had nothing to do, he would pick up the board and draw a picture.Professionals and amateurs are still different. The actors who saw his sketches finally believed that this is a costume designer, not here to grab jobs, and there is no hostility at all.

There were even a few who had a long-term perspective. They heard that Qingchuan was in that famous fashion design studio and had already taken orders independently. They were very optimistic about Qingchuan's future. They exchanged contact numbers with each other and said some on-the-spot remarks.

Even the director left him a very precious private number-don't look at the person who is not good-looking, he is quite ugly, he is a great director, otherwise he would not dare to be afraid of this kind of historical TV series.

But he is not for Qingchuan's future potential, purely because Qingchuan's massage skills are too good - those hands are simply magical, as long as he presses them, he will not know why.The film crew had the cheek to ask Qingchuan to press it once. After the press, these uncles stretched out on the chairs panting, their eyes wandering, their faces flushed, that scene... tsk tsk, I really want to beat the demons and pornography.

It can be said that Qingchuan has won the hands of these veterans in the industry with one-handed massage, causing those young actors to hesitate: Tell me, do you want to learn a blind massage? ah.

Fish: Die well~

Inexplicably, Teacher Yan became Qingchuan's year-end friend. Qingchuan's sister was so surprised that her jaw almost dropped.Later, when I saw that there were a bunch of well-known behind-the-scenes people in the industry on Qingchuan's mobile phone, even including the director who was not easy to talk to, Qingchuan's sister couldn't close her mouth anymore.

"Is Chuanbei Sydney really that effective? Can it help to integrate into the middle-aged and elderly health care classes?"

She has already started to think about bringing body nourishing soup when she visits the crew in the future.

What Sister Qingchuan didn't know was that Qingchuan not only joined the middle-aged and elderly health care classes, but also squeezed into the entertainment industry-this young man who graduated from an information technology major and is now engaged in fashion design went to Teacher Yan's house and became Teacher Yan's nominal disciple, by the way, affectionately recognized all the brothers and sisters in the theater and film circles - the children from the drama school fainted in the toilet.

On the day I met my relatives, Mr. Yan was in a well-concealed place nearby. It is said that many celebrities visited restaurants with private rooms.The first and second floors of this hotel are open casually, and there are many people. The third and fourth floors take another staircase, and there is another exit that is not monitored, so there are fewer people.

He doesn't care about an old orange peel, but there are two veteran movie stars among his disciples, so he has to take care of the children.

Qingchuan sat obediently and cleverly in his seat, stood up and called Senior Brother and Senior Sister when he saw people, very polite.

But there are so many well-behaved and polite children in this world, Teacher Yan's disciples don't understand how a layman like Qingchuan is taken by the teacher.Of course, just looking at his refreshing appearance and generous and decent demeanor, the brothers and sisters still smiled and congratulated the teacher for accepting a new student.

Teacher Yan pays special attention to protecting her throat, and tries not to drink alcohol if she can, so everyone drinks tea.

Qing Chuan didn't talk much, just occasionally answered a sentence, and continued to squat quietly when it brought up a new topic.The entertainment industry is full of good people. After watching it for a while, they probably figured out why Mr. Yan accepted a layman. If you don’t look at the age and appearance of the two, just look at the content of their conversation. It’s like two retired veteran cadres talking. .

That's all for Mr. Yan, he is that style, traditional.Why is this handsome, stylish young man with shiny jewelry and a casual mix and match talking about various health care, health care, and memories of the past?

Teacher Yan’s life was 60 years ago, and Qingchuan’s parents were not born at that time, so why is he so familiar with that special era?

Gu Yinghou twitched the corners of her mouth, bumped the senior brother next door with her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "If this is memorized, it's really hard work."

During the conversation, the topic of the two of them has turned from the special era to the weirdness of today's film and television industry, and then turned back to the entertainment industry four or fifty years ago, and then turned to opera in the feudal era.

"Can this be answered?" The actress was stunned.

These two retired veteran cadres, right?

Just the same sad tone.

The party didn't end until after ten o'clock. Teacher Yan sent the senior disciples away. Qingchuan didn't go to the toilet all night, so he wanted to go to the toilet to drain the water.He went out, followed the light all the way to the toilet, turned on the water, washed his hands, packed his clothes, and prepared to take a taxi home.

When I opened the toilet, I bumped into two people. A middle-aged man with hairspray on his arms hugged a delirious and beautiful young man, and he was full of malicious emotions.

"Walk carefully." The man said viciously, because he couldn't bear it, he didn't give Qing Chuan a second look, he half supported and half hugged the young man and walked out.

"Host! Evil thoughts! I can feel the breath of evil thoughts in this person, he must have committed a crime!"

"..." Qing Chuan looked around.

Probably for the purpose of protecting privacy, such a high-end hotel has only installed surveillance cameras at the entrance and the corridors on the first and second floors. The third and fourth floors and the exits are not monitored.Now there are only a few boxes on the third floor with light, and even the waiters don't show up at will.

Qingchuan rolled up his sleeves, took out a pair of thin silk gloves from his trouser pocket, put them on slowly, and slowly approached the two people in front.Oops...it's really convenient, in every sense.

At XX Station, a handsome young man was holding a girl with long brown hair and smelling of alcohol halfway. There was a bag and a lady's bag hanging from his wrist. He covered his nose with his fingers and complained, " I told you, if you don't know how to drink, drink less..." The girl was so drunk that she lost her shoes, her feet were bare.

He frowned, looked at the coming and going taxis for a long time, stretched out his hand to call a taxi over, got in the car, thought about it and asked the driver for a paper bag, and said to his female companion, "I can't wait to turn around." Don't spit it out, the outfit I just bought."

The driver master was not surprised by this situation, and quickly found a paper bag for them.After driving for more than ten miles, the car stopped near a certain unfinished building.It is already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there are no people on the road, and there are no street lights, it is very gloomy.

Qingchuan pushed this 'lady' who was taller than himself onto a deck chair covered with fallen leaves and dust, changed the long brown hair, the lady's windbreaker, and the bulky dress over the shirt and slacks, and found it from the bag. Socks, shoes and blazer put him back on.

Under the moonlight, the unconscious man's eyebrows and eyes were surprisingly exquisite, no wonder he attracted wolves.

"It's not convenient to take it back." Qing Chuan casually threw the women's equipment bought in the system into the trash can. He had no choice but to find cash from the other party's wallet, and took him to a nearby unofficial room without surveillance or ID card. Once the small hotel is lost, the task is considered complete.

"It's really good." On the way back, Qingchuan was quite happy, "Completed one-tenth of the story mission."

The system shivered, not wanting to recall what happened two hours ago.

two hours ago.

"Just stay here and have a good rest." Qing Chuan bought a wine red oversized dress from the system and put it on the comatose young man, as well as a brown lady's windbreaker and a long brown hair cover, and then helped him to an empty Guest's private room.

As for the other person, Qing Chuan took the person to the opposite side, found a hemp rope, tied him to a chair, put on a blindfold, and sealed it with yellow tape.

He had a wallet on his body, which contained ID cards, cash, various membership cards and business cards.There are car keys, house keys, cell phone, cigars, portable cigar knife in the pants pocket.It's quite foreign, and I carry a cigar with me, and there is an embarrassing sense of confusion.

He also turned on the other party's mobile phone, which was already using a smartphone at the moment, and there were three unlocking methods: fingerprint, password, and face recognition.Qing Chuan squeezed his finger and turned on the phone, leisurely looking at the address book and other communication software.

It is a direct login method without re-entering the password, which is very convenient.

Qingchuan even found a secret folder, which contained many unsightly photos and videos, most of the subjects were in a coma or forced state. "Tsk..." Although it was expected, the number of people was too many, and some of them looked familiar. They must be newcomers in the entertainment industry.

"It's better to be in the entertainment industry. You can find someone who meets the requirements casually. If you put it in other industries, there are only a few tax evaders. It's boring." Qingchuan smiled very brightly. I went through it again and permanently deleted all the photos and videos in it. If this person has a backup, there is nothing he can do about it.

"Host, take it easy."

"Don't worry, I won't commit a crime. The most I can do is scare him. If you scare the evil spirit out, call the police and arrest him."

"It's evil thoughts."

"Pretty much."

Seeing that the time was about the same, Qing Chuan splashed water on the man to wake him up.

"Hello, good evening." Qing Chuan is learning and selling, talking to people in a low and pleasant baritone voice, "It's the first time we met, and I did something rude when I came here. Well, time is running out, let's start. "

What started?start what?

The middle-aged man who woke up and found himself tied up was still calm, only the cold sweat on his forehead revealed his emotions at the moment.

"That's right, you can't talk. So how about this, I'll ask you to answer, nod if you're right, shake your head if you're not, how about it?" Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't move, Qing Chuan put his hands on him kindly 'Nod' his head manually, "Since you agree, let's get started."

Middle-aged man: ...

"Your name is Zhang Tianhao?"

The middle-aged man remained motionless, but the 'human lie detector' didn't need him to speak, every moment of the middle-aged man's emotional changes would be transmitted to him.So Qing Chuan just smiled, "That's right. Next question."

"Are you the general manager of XX company?"

"You have a wife and a beautiful daughter?"

"Are you maliciously obsessing, coercing, and intimidating others to have sex with you?"

"How many? Ten? One hundred? Too many to count?..." Qing Chuan closed his eyes and felt for a while, "Oh, too many to count. Do you know this is a crime? Yes, okay , knowing the law and breaking the law will add one class. Are there any minors among your victims?"

The middle-aged man couldn't speak, but he became tense emotionally, but Qingchuan felt it clearly.

"……Have."

The corners of the mouth that had been raised all the time turned down forcefully at this moment, there was no camouflaged kindness on his face, the whole expression was a bit ferocious, his voice was very low, hoarse like a rusty blade, "Okay Great, great. Underage...underage! You are disgusting, disgusting, are you still a human?"

He grabbed the middle-aged man's collar with his hand, and he felt more bewildered, and grabbed the middle-aged man's neck, almost choking his throat.He watched indifferently as the middle-aged man's face turned crimson purple, with blood vessels swelling on his face. At this moment, there was a weird smile on his face, admiring the man's dying state.

"Host, host, murder is against the law!"

Qing Chuan paused, he closed his eyes for a while, let go of his hands, and watched the middle-aged man pant with his nostrils wide open.

The corners of his mouth pulled out some unspeakable sinister arcs, "The last question, oh, did your behavior destroy the normal life of others, or even cause death indirectly or directly?"

In the eyes of middle-aged people, this is a lunatic talking to himself.

The other party didn't seem to hurt him before, which gave the middle-aged man an illusion. The lunatic who caught him was just like the guy who made trouble before. …

But the sudden attack made him give up this self-deception, which really wanted to kill him.

Qing Chuan took out the cigar cutter, which is a square metal piece with a round hole in the middle and a mechanism, which can cut the cigar by pressing it. The quality is very good and the blade is very sharp.He played with a cigar cutter in his snow-white gloves for a while, when he suddenly heard the sound of a waiter cleaning the room next door.

The middle-aged man also heard it, and he struggled desperately, but the chair was stepped on by Qing Chuan's feet, and he remained motionless.

"Shh-"