The Guide to the Tear-offs in the Online Supporting Circle Part 2: Peak Acting Skills

After visiting the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, strolling through the ancient city wall, and then going to the Gulou Snack Street for dinner, their half-day tour of Xi'an was arranged compactly and happily.Rong Chuan’s travel strategy is to visit the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the Qin Mausoleum tomorrow; the Tang Paradise and the Forest of Steles the day after tomorrow; the Famen Temple on the third day; the Huaqing Pool on the fourth day; and the Xi’an History Museum on the fifth day.For the sake of convenience, he persuaded Xie Zhengyan to leave the hotel and live in his house, which would not only save him the trouble of daily driving, but also save his time for sightseeing.Xie Zhengyan half-joyed and half-ashamed accepted this good suggestion, and brought his luggage and moved there that night, but he was too embarrassed to live in vain, so he asked Rong Chuan if he needed cleaning and laundry.

Rong Chuan joked: "You want to work part-time as my babysitter?"

Xie Zhengyan scratched his head and smiled foolishly: "I came to bother you, of course I have to help the master with what I can do. I am very good at housework, and I can basically do it. Cooking is no problem."

He even proposed to eat breakfast and dinner at home in the next few days, which is convenient and affordable, otherwise Rong Chuan would always treat guests to a big meal, and he would feel very sorry.

Rong Chuan smiled and said: "I never open fire at home, and there is no oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, so cooking is troublesome. Besides, you have to taste our local delicacies when you come to Xi'an. The Shanghai home cooking you cook will be eaten when I go to Shanghai later." Bar."

Xie Zhengyan's eyes lit up: "Are you really willing to eat my cooking?"

Rong Chuan was startled by the bright rays in his pupils, and smiled: "Why are you so excited, can't wait to show your hand?"

"Also... no, I was in charge of organizing picnics when I was in college, and they said my cooking skills were not bad..."

"Oh? So the dumb flute kid isn't just Sailor Moon, he's also the head of China? Hahaha~"

Faced with his free-wheeling molestation, Xie Zhengyan only felt happy, completely free of the mutual hatred that he used to have when he was teased on the Internet, and secretly scolded himself as a double-standard dog, voluntarily claiming the tag of emphasizing sex and despising friends.

Seeing that his face was full of burning clouds, Rong Chuan proposed to eat something cool, opened the refrigerator, only to see that it was full of cold drinks and all kinds of alcohol, and closed it silently.

"You have a bad stomach, so eat less ice. I just saw that the watermelon and grapes in the fruit supermarket downstairs are very fresh. Go down and buy some."

After he finished speaking, he walked out the door, Xie Zhengyan hurried to catch up, and was about to persuade him not to trouble, when he suddenly turned around sharply, couldn't dodge, and threw himself on him.The collision was too sudden, and Rong Chuan didn't keep his center of gravity. Fortunately, there was a door behind him. While catching Xie Zhengyan, his back hit the door like a pancake, with a bang.

All Xie Zhengyan could perceive was Rong Chuan's temperature and body fragrance. With his head resting in the crook of his neck, before his body had time to stand up straight, Rong Chuan had already burst out laughing at the moment when he was panicking.

"You really have an underdeveloped cerebellum, and you can't stop wrestling."

He grabbed Xie Zhengyan's shoulders to help him stand upright, with a hint of affection in his playful eyes, and lit a happy bonfire in Xie Zhengyan's heart, but felt that the other party's attitude was a little weird, as if he regarded him as a clumsy Only a pet dog can show affection without hesitation.

This feeling made him stop pinching, and complained squinting with lowered eyebrows: "Who told you to turn around suddenly, I didn't stand still because I was afraid of bumping into your face."

Rong Chuan was used to his "acting like a baby", and he still kept smiling.

"I want to ask if you are allergic to mangoes?"

Xie Zhengyan shook his head and said no, he likes to eat mangoes, but mangoes in Shanghai are very expensive, and he is usually reluctant to buy them.

Rong Chuan heard that he was not allergic, so he said that mango warms the stomach and is just right for him, so he happily went downstairs to buy fruit.

Xie Zhengyan wanted to prepare the fruit plate first, and went to the kitchen to check, but Ziming Qingguo's remote light bulb distracted him again.

"Xiaodi, are you still chasing that post? A strange guy appeared behind, come and accompany me to identify which monster it is."

Sansheng was lucky enough to be able to get along with the male god. Xie Zhengyan really didn't want to worry about Two-dimensional's troubles anymore, but Ziming Qingguo pressed on to mark people, biting his bun like a vicious dog, throwing more than a dozen screenshots like grenades in a row Come here, you can't hide.

"I don't understand why so many people say that the silent flute is like a broken string in the middle of the night. I listened to this play carefully three times, and the difference between the two voices is obvious, and they can be clearly distinguished at once."

"The sound quality of the broken strings at the third watch is clear and clear, and the sound quality of the silent flute is not as clean as his. In some places, the Mandarin is not up to standard. There is a difference between professional and non-transition."

"Regarding the sense of drama, I don't think that the silent flute is better than the broken strings of the third watch. Good acting skills can be unpretentious. The focus is on the restoration of the characters. The more fancy the performance, the better. In my opinion, the third watch String Duan has been playing steadily, and there are still some traces of chiseling in the dumb flute's silent performance, and there is still a lack of experience."

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This strategist who uses "single eyelid" as his ID has been leaving comments in that fight post since the afternoon, using a striking Taoist tone to support the break of the three watch strings, during which he repeatedly demonstrated the three watch strings in a way of stepping and praising It is better than dumb flute and silent, although the words are civilized and rational, but it is more shocking than crazy black, and some of the passages made Xie Zhengyan furious.

"When I was listening to the play, I could feel that Dumber Wusheng was trying very hard to interpret the multiplicity of the characters, but it was a pity that the force was too strong, and some places could not be taken back after being released. Underneath, his handling method is much smarter, focusing on the most prominent characteristics of the characters, grasping the big and letting go of the small, retracting and releasing freely, and the resulting effect is more ideal. This is not to criticize the dumb flute for the bad sense of the silent play, because the three-shift Xianduan came from a major, and some dubbing skills can only be learned in professional courses, so it is only natural that he is better than silent flute."

"Again, I think the main reason for the obvious difference between the two voices is not the sound quality but the pronunciation habit. The silent flute has no professional training, and the sound line is not as bright as the three-shift string. If he wants to improve, it is recommended to do some pronunciation skills exercises First of all, experience chest resonance, lower the position of the larynx, and the most important thing is to pay attention to unimpeded breath and concentrated voice when pronouncing, and try to let the breath sound penetrate along the longitudinal line inside the oral cavity, so as to make the voice powerful and transparent. "

"CV's coming to China is nothing more than finding a platform for my hobbies to play. Being able to produce more works, especially the works I like is the only motivation. As a supporter or fan of CV, we should start from this point and pay more attention to it. CV's works, less involved in similar disputes. Doing so will only push CV into a crooked path, distract his energy, distort his ideas, and will not benefit his development at all. Unless you only want to pursue the so-called fame and popularity, Otherwise, I believe that no CV is willing to get involved in this kind of dispute."

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"Is this person from the state, affairs, and courtyard? Where did he have such a big face to point the country?"

In the morning, Xie Zhengyan was admonished by Rong Chuan, and he was already in good spirits, but at this moment, Shengshengjiao's chattering and attacking made him go crazy, and the hatred that had been extinguished in the middle of the night was revived, and it was like a prairie fire.

Ziming Qingguo fanned the wind fiercely, and cursed: "That's right, I thought so too, I don't know where the idiot came out, he was dragged like the elder of Nine Pockets, his speech was not as good as a dog's, and his bad breath was better than a pig's fart !"

"What do you think TA is made of? Is it really a fan of Sangeng?"

"I'm not sure yet. There are too many points in the post, and some of them are not our people. There are many enemies in the middle of the night, and there are countless people who want to kill him, so I'm not sure whether they are enemies or friends."

"My friend, if he stepped on me so openly, even if he is not a fan of Sangeng, he is also a double black of me and Sangeng. It is best not to let me know the real body, or I will curse him for the rest of his life!"

"Enn, I know, I will help you find out as soon as possible. This person has such an obvious style of painting. As long as he hangs around in the circle, he will definitely not be able to hide it. If he is really a fan of the Sangeng family, I will be the first to pinch it for you." Die TA!"

This disgusting episode greatly ruined Xie Zhengyan's good spirits, and when Rong Chuan came back with large and small bags of fruit, his smile when he greeted him was no longer pure.

The two came to the kitchen one after the other. Rong Chuan put all the fruits on the sink, and first picked up a palm-sized Australian awn, but he held the fruit knife back and forth for a long time and couldn't get it off. Xie Zhengyan looked at him He smiled to himself slightly distressed.

"Houseworker, it's time for you to come on stage."

Xie Zhengyan was a little surprised: "You can't cut fruit?"

The man who used to talk nonsense finally became honest, and pursed his mouth slightly: "I'm very incompetent in this area, and I don't know anything about kitchen work."

In Xie Zhengyan's mind, Rong Chuan has always been strong enough to be omnipotent, and occasionally takes the initiative to show weakness, which makes people feel unexpectedly cute.He hurriedly washed his hands, took the knife and the mango, first cut the knife at the part close to the core to divide the fruit into three parts, and after removing the core, he cut a few knives along the vertical and horizontal lines on the flesh, and gently cut the mango in the middle with his hand. At the top, the mango is divided into several small pieces like blooming, and each piece is just big enough for a person to eat.

Seeing that Rong Chuan was full of praise as if he was watching a wonderful stunt, he thought it was funny: "Don't make a fuss, this is the easiest way to cut a mango, and it's been circulating everywhere on Weibo."

Rong Chuan said casually: "I don't know, which man would read this kind of Weibo."

Seeing that Xie Zhengyan's face sank, he immediately changed his tune and laughed: "I'm not mocking you. Men like you who can cook are the most sought-after. A guy like me who can cook will be eliminated by society sooner or later."

Xie Zhengyan wrinkled his nose at him, his tone still obedient.

"Do you want to cut that watermelon too? Pass it to me, please."

"okay!"

Rong Chuan swiftly moved the twenty-pound watermelon in front of him, took a large kitchen knife from the knife holder and handed it to him.Xie Zhengyan said that the melon is too big, it is better to squeeze the juice to drink, and he quickly opened the cabinet and found the idle professional juicer.Xie Zhengyan saw that his kitchen didn't touch human fireworks, but all kinds of utensils were readily available, so he asked, "You don't have a fire at home, why buy so many cooking machines?"

Rong Chuan said that they were all gifts from relatives and friends when he moved, and he lost the instruction manual for several of them. He didn't know how to use them at all, and kept them all as decorations.Xie Zhengyan didn't expect that such a smart person as him would be an idiot with low self-care ability, and wanted to tease him with a joke, but unfortunately he wasn't brave enough, so he could only whisper and laugh: "You really are a young master who stretches out his clothes for food and opens his mouth , what should I do if I usually live alone and want to eat fruit?"

Rong Chuan shrugged slightly: "Go and buy ready-made ones, or ask auntie to make them for me."

"Aunt?"

"I hired a housekeeping assistant. She comes to clean the house every afternoon. Sometimes I buy fruit. If I leave a note, she will pack it up for me and put it in the refrigerator for me to eat when I come back at night."

"No wonder, I said that the desk seems to have been cleaned by someone, and I thought it was an illusion. But you are often away from home, and the cabinet is not locked. Is it safe to ask outsiders to clean it?"

"Safe, that auntie has worked in my house for more than ten years, just like my own family. After I became independent, my mother let her out to take care of me. Her family lives in the urban area of ​​Xi'an, and she only does my work every day. Going back to her own home is convenient for both of us."

"Isn't your hometown in the urban area?"

"My house is at the foot of Lishan Mountain, next to Huaqing Pool. It's too far away. I couldn't stand it before I moved out."

"...It turns out that your family really lives in a mountainous area, but it must not be a rotten shack by the stinking ditch."

"Hahaha, how do you remember so clearly, I forgot to say such a thing."

When they were talking, Xie Zhengyan had already cut the watermelon in half, and used a cross knife to divide the flesh into small squares in the shape of mung bean cakes. At this moment, he suddenly had a little intimacy, picked up a piece, and tried innocently: "You have a taste Taste sweet or not."

Unexpectedly, Rong Chuan was so focused on chatting that he lowered his head and opened his mouth to catch the piece of watermelon. Xie Zhengyan's heart almost jumped out of his throat, staining his face with the bright red color of the watermelon. His reaction, after praising "very sweet", he then recommended him to watch the large-scale landscape musical "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" in Huaqing Pool, saying that it was a signature show for which the scenic spot had applied for a patent.

Xie Zhengyan was too embarrassed to speak, and buried himself in the juicer, wishing he could get seventeen or eight more watermelons to cut, otherwise he didn't know how to hide his shame when he was free.The air fell into silence, and Rong Chuan felt something strange, watched his dodging eyes, and asked him if he was worried.

"No, I'll see how to use this juicer."

"Small man, pretend to me, your unhappiness is clearly written on your face."

Rong Chuan tore off Xie Zhengyan's disguise as easily as peeling sugar paper, and scoffed lightly, "Did you go after the fights on the Internet again? Knowing that you would be angry, you kept following them, didn't you mean to seek abuse?"

Xie Zhengyan's mixed emotions at the moment did contain hatred for Two-dimensional conflicts, so he simply used it as a shield and muttered in a low voice: "I think this time things really got big. It's annoying enough to be worthless."

"Oh? What did they say?"

"You'll know just by looking at it."

Half resentful and half complaining, he clicked on the post to let Rong Chuan read the "single eyelid" message. Rong Chuan smiled while watching: "Isn't this just a traditional pick and pinch template, wearing the skin of a righteous passer-by, in fact, it's all old people?" Routine. These people use fights for entertainment, and you are less likely to win if you are serious with them."

Xie Zhengyan knew it in his heart, but the resentment was dragging his tonsils, and he couldn't swallow it no matter what, he said depressedly: "I'm not serious, wouldn't it be possible if the string is broken at three o'clock? I guess he hates me for some reason now."

How shrewd was Rong Chuan, he found out the meaning behind his words on the spot, and asked with a smile: "You used to call San Geng 'San Da Da' when you called him, but recently you just called him by his ID, are you in conflict with him? gone?"

"No."

"Really?"

"real."

"Hehe, you don't dare to look up at me and expect to fool me. Forgot that I am the direct descendant of James Bond? What happened? Come and listen."

Rong Chuan's best method of extorting a confession is gentle coaxing, which is used to deal with Xie Zhengyan, and he can easily catch him. Therefore, at midnight, the vicious and unreasonable troubles at Xie's lobster shop were transmitted to his ears through Xie Zhengyan's tongue, but it did not cause any harm. Any surprise or angry response.What Rong Chuan immediately responded was unstoppable laughter.

"The third watch is still the same, hahaha, this is really his style."

Xie Zhengyan didn't understand why he acted in a reasonable manner. The reason he could think of was that he was very familiar with the behavior of San Gengxian Duan, so he couldn't help feeling a little suspicious again.

"Has he always been so arrogant in the third watch? Have you also experienced it yourself?"

As he expected, Rong Chuan avoided the question again and gave a very cunning answer.

"I have my own habits. Maybe he thinks that if he eats at a discount, he will feel a sense of accomplishment, and he doesn't mean to take advantage of you to make things difficult for you."

Xie Zhengyan heard the words like an ice edge pierced into his heart. He really couldn't accept that he made excuses for his enemies, but he didn't dare to contradict him for this to show that he was narrow-minded. He silently squeezed the watermelon juice, took a full glass and put it in front of him, cleaned up Good kitchen utensils, go back to the hall, take out a change of clothes and prepare to take a shower.

Rong Chuan followed, pointed to the juice in the kitchen and asked, "Aren't you going to drink it?"

"I don't want to drink."

"What about the mangoes?"

"I do not want to eat."

Knowing that he was in a mood, the man walked closer, sat aside and watched him search here and there silently, and asked softly, "Are you angry?"

Xie Zhengyan quickly said: "No", the reason for being so straightforward is because he has no choice but these two words, but the vest continued to heat up, and he knew that there was Rong Chuan's eyes there, and his troubles spread endlessly like a soft web Cage him, even if he tried his best to slam left and right, he couldn't make a gap.

This beast-like embarrassment made him even more self-loathing. Many times he hoped to live a chic and open-minded life, but the poor spiritual world confined him to a small family, insincere words, and mediocrity.

Small eyes have always been unpopular. He couldn't control his emotions, and he didn't want to continue to expose his ugly face in front of others. He got up and got up to hide in the bathroom. Pulled onto the sofa, Xie Zhengyan's eyes widened in horror, his heart beating like a galloping horse.

Rong Chuan propped his elbows on the back of the sofa, and the condescending angle created a dizzying sense of oppression, and he also spoke with a bit of an officer's tone giving orders.

"Little dumb flute, I want to correct your first shortcoming."

Xie Zhengyan didn't know what to do, the tip of his nose was suddenly lightly tapped by his cool fingertips, and his eyelids jumped in surprise.

"You're too bad at expressing your demands. When you're angry, you should speak out directly. Don't let the other party see your bottom line. How can you protect your own rights in interpersonal communication? This must be changed, starting now."

Rong Chuan's gaze was as clear as washing, lighting up the beautiful scenery, but also picking up the dark darkness.Every corner of Xie Zhengyan's heart is full of spring flowers. He saw the sky full of stars in Rong Chuan's eyes. Those clear stars were hanging down on the lake in his heart. I was in a mess, I couldn't control my facial expressions, and I didn't know what kind of fool I was now. After recovering, I hurriedly turned my head to the side, and a layer of hairy sweat appeared on the palms and foreheads.

"I... Even if I say I'm angry, no one will pay attention to it. It's better not to say it."

His throat is like a water pump that has lost pressure, only enough to send the sound to the nasal cavity. Rong Chuan's criticism is much louder than his, and he said seriously: "Your thinking is wrong in the first place. The most important thing after being offended is Express your position, no matter how the other party responds, let him know that you are very dissatisfied with his behavior, and you don’t want it to happen again. You see, every time our country has a dispute with other countries, it will promptly respond to those countries’ interests. Protesting, those speeches may be regarded as useless nonsense by many people, but if you keep silent, it may be regarded as tolerance and showing weakness, and the other party's violations will intensify if similar incidents occur in the future. The same is true for the relationship between people reason."

Xie Zhengyan still couldn't straighten his back, and asked in a low voice: "What if I act very angry and make the other party ignore me?"

Rong Chuan seems to have dug out the deeper root of his illness, and his tone of diagnosis is also more serious: "Communication is the process of testing each other's bottom line. Only by understanding each other's bottom line can we build a good relationship of mutual respect and mutual respect. The kind of people who know that they have violated the bottom line of a friend and still care about me again and again People like you are not worthy of close friendship at all, you have to remember my words, establish a sense of self-protection, learn how to recognize people, and make your future road smooth..."

He took the trouble to explain a lot of truths, including touching jade and knocking gold, which made Xie Zhengyan speechless and felt that he had lived in vain for the past 20 years.At the end, just like a student who received a handout, he carefully asked the teacher: "If I said what you said just now, I was very upset, will you be angry?"

His own teaching was very effective, and Rong Chuan saw joy on his face, and casually smacked his forehead: "Of course not, everyone sees things from different angles, you have every right to be unhappy , It would be unreasonable for me to be angry about this. But, I still think you may have misunderstood the third watch, and the distance will create a gap. Maybe the real him is not as bad as you think. "

Xie Zhengyan insisted on this point, and shook his head vigorously: "As the saying goes, one leaf knows the autumn, and the small sees the big. Although I only dealt with San Gengxianduan once, his performance at that time has already shown his self-cultivation, personality character, habit, and virtue have been fully exposed. Do you think an upright and kind person will find trouble and make troubles and be unreasonable? I really don’t believe that such a person will be lovable in daily life. I saw a lot of people in the circle scolding him before, and I half-believingly wondered if someone was exaggerating and spreading rumors to smear him. Now I think those people scolded him to the point. My lord, I am completely like him, the single eyelid just now is a typical example!"

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At first, he just wanted to criticize rationally, but because of too much resentment, he gradually couldn't hold back his mouth, so he simply complained heartily, if he wanted to maintain his image in front of Rong Chuan, it wouldn't be too long for him to scold him all night.

Rong Chuan listened patiently, with a faint smile on his lips, and when he uttered the last word, he stretched out his hand and stroked his hair comfortingly, causing Xie Zhengyan to throw away his helmet and armor and turn coy, with his hands on his body Sideways, staring down at his toes silly.

Rong Chuan went to the kitchen to bring watermelon juice to moisten his throat. He was indeed thirsty, so he obediently drank half of the glass. When his lips left the edge of the glass, a wisp of juice flowed down the corner of his mouth. He licked it with his tongue and wiped it with the back of his hand, which made Rong Chuan laugh.

"Like a kitten, wipe it with paper."

He handed the cardboard box on the coffee table to Xie Zhengyan, and said while he was in a hurry: "You hate the third watch so much, then we won't mention him from now on. I believe this matter will pass soon, and we will play our own ways in the future." There will be no more trouble."

Xie Zhengyan hoped so, but he still felt guilty.

"I'm afraid he will retaliate against me."

In Rong Chuan's view, his worries are purely superfluous. As Sangengxianduan's peer, he infers from experience that this person will not confront his juniors head-on over such a trivial matter, and as far as he knows, Sangengxianduan There is no record of active black people behind the scenes, and I believe they should not lose their composure because of this little "bundling hype".

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The daily update will resume from today, although the manuscript is still tight, but the New Year's Day is coming soon, I'm counting on this holiday