Life is like a play, all depends on kissing skills

The two looked at each other, originally Gu Zheng was just looking at Xia Lan normally, and Xia Lan was just a little nervous.Gradually, Gu Zheng's eyes began to change, as if gradually fascinated by becoming Xia Lan, staring at Xia Lan's eyes back and forth, and slightly approaching him, sometimes his eyes were a little blurred, and his face began to turn red , pursing his lips, showing a feeling of shyness and inextricability.

He kept getting close to Xia Lan slowly, until finally Xia Lan was so watched that she forgot to breathe, she just stared at him, wondering if Gu Zheng would kiss him.

Of course Gu Zheng wouldn't kiss, he stopped when he was a few centimeters away, then straightened up, and suddenly he was very calm, and said with a smile: "This is a feeling, very infatuated, and a little pure feeling."

Xia Lan blushed, lowered her head, covered her face with Liu Hai, and stammered: "Ah... oh, yes, yes."

Gu Zhengtan came over and looked at him, seeming to find it amused: "What's the matter? You're still blushing, it seems that you have never been in love, you are pure love."

"I, I've talked about it, it's just too long ago." Xia Lan wiped her face, and retorted, "It's definitely different from a love expert like Mr. Gu. You must have talked a lot about love!"

"Me neither," Gu Zheng said, "Do you know what I was thinking just now?"

"what?"

"Our Xiaobai."

"Who is Xiaobai?"

"my cat."

Xia Lan suddenly realized: Oh, it turned out to be a cat slave!No wonder so much love and passion!

"Well, anyway, this is one kind," Gu Zheng said, "There is another kind that is hotter, you can experience it."

fiery?

Before Xia Lan was ready, Gu Zheng suddenly grabbed his wrist and leaned forward suddenly. An inexplicable aura imprisoned Xia Lan on the chair, with his back tightly against the back of the chair, looking at the man who blocked the sun. Gu Zheng was a little frightened for a moment.

Gu Zheng held his hand with one hand, even leaving a mark on his wrist, and then clasped his fingers tightly with him. With the other hand, he caressed Xia Lan's face tremblingly, and the face was close to him. It was as if there was a ball of fire, reflecting Xia Lan's face, and at the same time, there was a kind of pain like being scorched, as if she couldn't get what she wanted, longing for it with all her heart and body, and suffering with her whole heart and body.

Gu Zheng stroked Xia Lan's cheek with his thumb, looking obsessed and in pain, with tears in his eyes, a little trembling but very powerful, and whispered: "Xia Lan...!"

Xia Lan was immediately moved, and stared blankly at him, suddenly felt completely irresistible to Gu Zheng, and subconsciously wondered if he would kiss him.

Gu Zheng held his face with both hands, put his lips close to each other, about five centimeters away, let out a "mum", pretended to kiss him, then let him go, and sat back in his chair , the white shirt is unbuttoned two times, the sleeves are rolled up to reveal the neat forearms, the chest muscles are slightly stretched by the fabric on the chest, the sitting posture is elegant and casual, the smile is full, very good-looking, more than 30 people, quite lively.

"How is it?" Gu Zheng asked, "Have you felt it? Do you have any experience?"

Yes, the nasal cavity is a little hot, as if nosebleed, and the heartbeat is a little fast, as if I am about to fall ill.Xia Lan thought, pressed her nose silently, and murmured: "Yes... a bit, um, yes."

"Okay," Gu Zheng said, "The 'Light' in "Light and Dust", what I want to express is such a feeling of publicity, purity, enthusiasm, wanton growth, and fearless love. This feeling is like All beautiful, clean, and powerful things are like ideals, like the most simple nature. They are a kind of primitive impulse and longing in the human heart. They are willing to give up their lives to pursue the "fire", which can represent all these beautiful things. Something that is pure, sharp and fragile."

"You still need to learn more and practice more. Let me arrange some classic romance movies for you to watch this week." Gu Zheng stood up and went to make tea, "Observe with your brain and feel with your heart."

"..." Xia Lan nodded numbly, "Okay."

Then he stood up in a daze, wanting to go out, but walked to the table.

Gu Zheng sat on the armrest of the sofa, his legs were so long that they seemed to have no place to put them, they overlapped and leaned against the ground, he took a sip of green tea: "What's wrong?" Then he bent his eyes, "Dizzy?"

"No!" Xia Lan said immediately, clearing her throat unnaturally, "I'll go... well, I'll go and practice myself."

"Okay, let's go."

Xia Lan walked out of Gu Zheng's office in a trance, walked to the elevator entrance, entered the elevator and went downstairs, and then walked all the way to the yard outside the door.Spring is bright, or early summer is approaching. The leaves of sycamore trees are outlined with golden edges by the sun, the pond in the grass is sparkling, there are middle school students chatting and laughing outside the wall, and birds are singing across the sky.

Xia Lan fanned the wind, feeling gradually calmed down, telling herself: Calm down, calm down.

You see, being a single dog for so many years, I can't control it when I'm touched by someone, my face turns red and my neck is thick.As an actor, you must be professional, otherwise it will be really embarrassing.

After completing the psychological preparation, Xia Lan calmed down again, and went back to the building to find a classroom to practice "love".

That afternoon, all the actors in the theater building had been watched by Xia Lan affectionately, and it felt like they had been brutally murdered.When Xia Lan returned home, she was still chanting, as if she had gained something.

When Gu Zheng was leaving in the afternoon, he glanced at Xia Lan at the door, couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, and went to the dinner with Captain Li.Captain Li also saw Xia Lan and said, "This is Cheng Feiran you chose, how about it?"

Gu Zheng pondered for a moment, leaned against the elevator with his arms folded, and smiled: "Well...it's not bad."

The one-week practice of psychosis and seven emotions is finally over, and the third weekend is coming. Since every weekend, Xia Lan starts a new round of out-of-shape exercises, so when she walks to the entrance of the theater, she feels like her legs are filled with cement. I don't know what kind of torture I will face.

Xia Lan walked to the center of the theater yard with her bag on her back, and saw a slender figure on the balcony on the third floor of the theater, wearing a suit, quietly leaning on the railing and looking into the distance. No matter what his face looks like, he must be extremely handsome.

Question: Why is my teacher so keen on concave shapes?

Answer: Handsome.

Q: I am also handsome, why am I so simple?

Answer: Because you still want face.

Xia Lan was forced to laugh all the time.

"Hello teacher!" Xia Lan went to look for Gu Zheng on the rooftop, and found that Gu Zheng was leaning on the railing, changing the script with a signature pen, his glasses flickering under the light, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

That's awesome, do you have to put on a handsome look even if you change the script?

"Come on," Gu Zheng pulled his eyes down a little, looked at him from above the glasses, inexplicably felt like an old professor, but sharp and handsome, "Come on, let's compare the notebooks today, especially the few scene."

Xia Lan picked up a script and flipped through it: "Isn't it right not to be with other actors?"

Gu Zheng snorted, jokingly: "Right now? Your skill will be taken away by others in minutes!"

"..." Xia Lan: Then my skill is right with yours, won't I be taken away every second?

"Come to this section first," Gu Zheng said, "Just like the first week of practice, don't put it away, and then recall the feeling of the second week of practice, and replace the character's feelings with your feelings, understand?"

Xia Lan: "This character must be different from mine. Just use my feelings..."

"You want to run before you learn how to walk? Are you listening?"

Xia Lan: Okay, I'll listen, can I listen?I really want to be scolded and cry, why am I so miserable.

Xia Lan recited her lines.

In this part, Cheng Feiran fell in love with Mo Chenling, but unexpectedly met him again in a bar. The two of them talked for the first time, and Mo Chenling seemed very cold. Mo Chenling refused N times, and was almost beaten.

Xia Lan was distressed: How can I bring this in with real feelings? It's been a long time since I've been flirting with anyone.

Gu Zheng leaned against the railing, using it as a bar counter, drinking with a blank expression, not knowing what he was thinking.Xia Lan tiptoed again, tried her best to walk over gracefully, leaned against him, glanced at him from time to time, and glanced at him again from time to time, finally cleared her throat, and said to the bartender: "Order a Scotch Mist for this gentleman, count me On the account," then looked at Gu Zheng with a tilted head and a smile, leaned slightly closer, and said in a low voice, "When I saw you, it reminded me of the fog in the forest in Scotland last winter." Said it and took it—of course not Existing—wine, placed in front of Gu Zheng, continued to release hormones, "Do I have this honor?"

The key here should be that Cheng Feiran, who has shown that he is good at playing, but not that good at playing, appears to be good at playing, but is inexplicably unable to play... a strange state, which is actually very funny. Body language and facial expressions formed a conflict with the aloof Mo Chenling.

Xia Lan's peach blossom eyes curled up, recalling how those buddies who picked up girls in the bar did. However, no matter how I thought about it, they felt that the buddies were a bit wretched, so in the end, she had to look at Gu Zheng confidently and charmingly, her eyes were as charming as grandma wolf green light.

Gu Zheng turned his head, his expression was cold, and he smiled bluntly: "Thank you, no need." Then he looked at Xia Lan expressionlessly, and gradually looked disgusted and angry, "What are you acting, long time?" Is there a needle eye?"

Xia Lan: "..."

Xia Lan's muscles were stiff for too long, and the silkworm in her right eye trembled, as if some disaster was about to occur, beating rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Gu Zheng looked at his lying silkworm jumping wildly: "..."

Lying silkworms were jumping, and the atmosphere was awkward. Xia Lan pressed her eye sockets, feeling like a local earthquake in the eye socket area: "..."

"What?!" Gu Zheng was furious, and threw the script angrily.