When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

When the time comes to perform on stage, dubbing will be required, but now in the rehearsal, everyone speaks their own lines. Fortunately, everyone has a high enthusiasm for this matter, and basically nothing went wrong in the first half.

——The only problem is Yang Jingcheng’s height. She is taller than her vicious sisters and her father, and she has a strong aura. Originally, when the vicious sisters first appeared on the stage, they would show off their fancy clothes and jewelry for a while. He is arrogant and domineering, and after Jiang Lan's "professional guidance", he is quite decent.But as soon as the "beauty" came out, things changed. The relationship between the few people was not like a vicious sister and a cowardly bullied sister, but more like a lazy employee during working hours and the president of a low-level survey post.

In the second half of the first act, the father is going away, the beautiful woman is reluctant to let go of her father, and she lies in her father's arms and weeps. Silk square eyes look refined, and the girls in his class always make fun of him, saying that he is abstinent.At this time, he hugged Yang Jingcheng's back in a helpless manner, looking a little struggling, with an embarrassing expression.As for Yang Jingcheng, her upper body was slightly arched, as if she was holding back her dissatisfaction, and she forced a close and dependent appearance, holding Wang Qi's shoulders and necks. From the perspective of He Feng and Li Yihuan, it can be seen that their bodies are not touched at all. Together, the posture is quite weird.

No matter what, the rehearsal is still progressing. He Feng needs to play in the second act of rehearsing the first two acts today.

Since he didn't memorize his lines before, he could only make up for it at this time. Fortunately, he has a good memory, and his lines in the second act are not particularly large, so he managed to memorize them before going on stage.

The second act is about the value of the merchant ship that the father lost and recovered, so he could not meet the extravagant needs of the two sisters, so he decided to bring back a rose for his youngest daughter, but he mistakenly picked the rose in the castle of the beast, causing Frustrated by the beast's wrath, the beast allowed his father to go back, and he could also bring back a lot of gold, silver and jewels, but the condition was that one of his father's daughters would come to the castle to accompany the beast. The father had no choice but to reluctantly agree, and then hurried home.

"Who picked my beloved roses?" He Feng asked angrily as he pretended to come out of the castle.

He had only said a word when he heard Li Yihuan laughing.

"He Feng, you look like a fucking fool." Li Yihuan hit him unceremoniously.

A burst of laughter erupted around, Jiang Lan's expression was complicated, as if he wanted to laugh and scold him seriously at the same time. "Are you reciting lines?"

"I was reciting the lines, did I make a mistake?" He was puzzled.

Jiang Lan was a little angry: "I mean, you said the lines as if you were reciting! You need to be more emotional, you are very angry, you are very angry, you know?"

He tried again, but nothing seemed to change except that the voice was a little louder.

"You are very angry, Young Master He! Think about it, someone has destroyed your beloved treasure! Can you understand what it feels like?"

Someone destroyed his beloved treasure?

What is his beloved treasure?

A vague shadow flashed across his mind.He suddenly had a trance feeling, that vague shadow didn't leave a name in his heart, that shadow turned around and left, he wanted to pursue it, but he couldn't find it.

He began to look around.

The surrounding area was dim. Although there were street lights, the light was not very strong, and the area covered by the lights was not too far away. The area between the other street lights was already very dark.A crescent moon hangs in the sky, far away from the ground.

Is his beloved treasure that person?

It's not him, after all, he is a person, not a thing, even if he is a treasure.

He can't own him, he can't claim ownership of him, he can only adore him—that's all his rights are.

But he can't tolerate anyone approaching him, that person's intimacy with anyone will make him sad, make him angry, and make his world eclipsed.

But is there any way he can stop it?He is not a beast, and the man is not a rose.He couldn't help asking those who were close to that person angrily, "Who picked my beloved roses?"

Or, "Who was it that got close to the one I love?"

——This is wrong, he has no right to say that, nor does he have the right to do anything.When someone approached that person, all he could do was feel sad and angry.

No matter what, he was rehearsing a drama now, so he could only try his best to understand the mood of the beast.

After practicing the second act twice, the bell for the end of the first self-study also rang, and it was time for them to go back to self-study.Today is the first day of rehearsal, everything is difficult at the beginning, but unexpectedly relatively smooth, everyone is very happy, talking and chatting on twitter, while walking to the classroom.

After the evening self-study, Jiang Lan went to his desk to talk to him.

"Young master, do you think there is any problem with your lines today?" She sat on the table in front of him, facing him, her short legs couldn't reach the ground.

He lay on the table without looking at her, "... I don't know."

What Jiang Lan said next surprised him, but made sense.

"Young master, don't you think that when you say your lines... how should I put it, there is a feeling of unreliability."

"Feeling unreliable?"

"Anyway... It makes me feel that your attitude towards roses is not firm. I can feel your love for roses and your anger when roses are stolen, but I always feel that something is weird of."

"……Um."

"Just, it seems that there is a feeling of sadness and helplessness, which seems to be greater than anger." She paused, and continued, "Because, I can only feel your love for roses, but I can't feel your love for it." A sense of ownership, or desire to control."

Want to control?

He can't have such thoughts about Luo Yunting.

The more you love someone, the looser your hand is, the more afraid you are to catch him, why?Because you are afraid of hurting him, imprisoning him, and being hated by him.Especially when this person is strong in everything and doesn't seem to need you at all.

There are very few stars tonight, but the sky looks very high, and the moon is also very bright. Sometimes the moon is half-enclosed by the hazy clouds—this kind of moonlight is suitable for longing.

He Feng stared at the moon in the sky in a daze, counting the hazy clouds that would move away in a few seconds, revealing the moon.

The man didn't live on campus, no wonder he never met him in the dormitory.

But he can meet him, tomorrow.

The next day also passed smoothly, with boring classes, eating unpalatable meals in the cafeteria, sleeping on the table, basking in the afternoon sun, listening to the last chirping of summer cicadas in early autumn, blowing a little The cool wind misses a gentle and beautiful person.

He both hated it and loved it.

The first quarter of the evening self-study still needs to be rehearsed. Compared with yesterday, he still hasn't made much progress.After the rehearsal, he didn't go back to the classroom with the others.

He walked slowly in the opposite direction.The street lamp beside the grove is a point light source, the dim yellow light stretches his shadow very long.He walked slowly along the edge of the playground, to the outermost corner of the bend, where stone steps led to the basketball court.He looked at his own shadow as he walked, he took a step, it took a step, but the shape was elongated, disproportionate, and it changed as his position relative to the streetlight changed.

It was very quiet at night, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of the wind in the distance in the dark night.Do those flies around the dim streetlights make a sound?He felt as if he could hear it, but he was sure it wasn't.

He walked to the stone steps, but instead of going up, he squatted on the bottom floor, which was also illuminated by another street lamp, but the other street lamps had two bulbs on the left and one on the right. There is only one left, so this area is much darker than the rest.

Wait here until the end of the last evening self-study get out of class.

Time flies very slowly, you know, all the waiting is like counting the time by stitches.

He wants to wait for that person to finish class.He can't leave the classroom later than him, he wants to meet him.

He has learned to taste the taste of missing.In the past, he didn't think about anything - only when people are concerned can they have thoughts.

And caring is because of liking.

For example, if you have traveled to a place, if you just stayed in that place, you will not miss it after you leave - because you have nothing to worry about.But if you like that place, like the cat in the hotel where you live, like a landscape there, like a girl glimpsed there - you will miss it, so you will miss it.

Moreover, longing is also reflected in distance.When the distance is short but the yearning remains undiminished, the stronger your liking will be.When you miss him every day, you will be full of him.

He is all about himself.

Doesn't he miss that man?Does he not like him?No, his liking for him has already flowed into his blood.

Because, the self in his heart has been completely related to that person—he has lost himself.

He used to be proud and frivolous. At that time, he had neither himself nor others in his heart. When he realized his "self", it was also when he lost it.Because when he starts to care about himself, it's because he starts to care about what others think of him. If he is as arrogant as him, what does it matter to him what others think of him?But what would Luo Yunting think of him?He cared, he wanted to know, he was afraid to know negative things.

is this correct?he does not know.

But how can a person lose himself?

The shadows of his fingers made various shapes under the light-he played with his hands in emptiness, thinking about nothing.

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