my king

Yang Yang finished his schedule half a day early and returned home. He lay down on the bed and pulled the quilt over his face. This scene, which only lasted about ten minutes, made him feel exhausted.

In those ten minutes, he was Lu Yufei, the poor man whose own flesh and blood were killed by his biological mother. He was almost overwhelmed by such intense grief and despair. He seemed to understand Jia Baoyu's pain, being deceived by his closest family members, being concealed about the death of his beloved, they all attacked him, he hated him and cried for his pain, until his eyes were dark and passed out.

——Experienced actors.

Henry Owen, the first actor to be knighted in London, once mentioned this. He believed that actors should actively feel the emotions of their characters, rather than simply acting calmly and rationally.

Yang Yang, who has not been trained by a class student, has no craftsmanship that has been deliberately forged. He does not know how to act, but he knows how to dance. The dancer's interpretation of a dance has always been the soul of the person and the song. For acting, I chose to be on the current set, throwing away the identity of "actor Yang Yang", and really getting closer to that role ideologically.

He is him, but not quite him.

Such a whole-hearted substitution made it difficult for him to break away from the role itself in the first place, he was tired.

When Zhang Qiling came home and saw the child sleeping on the bed with his head on his side, his heart softened for a moment. His soft bangs had already passed his eyebrows, and he looked very cute.Thinking of Xu Ke's recent actions, his eyes became a little colder, and he really had to put people by his side.It's just that the sudden termination of the contract now will only leave the conversation behind. He still has to wait, but I believe it won't take long.

Yang Yang's cell phone rang suddenly, Zhang Qiling frowned, reached out to hang up the phone.

"Huh?" Yang Yang half-opened his eyes, glanced at his little brother, and then at his cell phone, "Mine?" He muttered in a low voice, turned over and sat up, he didn't sleep deeply and the time was short, It was so violent that his eyes went black for an instant, he swayed his body, and was held by the shoulders of the younger brother so as not to fall off the bed.

"Brother, take it easy, I'm not caught by you like a sea monkey!" Yang Yang blinked and grinned, and took the mobile phone from the bedside table to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"It's Yang Yang, isn't it?" An old man's voice came from the other end of the phone. Yang Yang felt familiar, and looked at the caller ID—Old Cui.

"It's me, Mr. Cui, hello, have you had dinner?" Yang Yang greeted.

"Eat, eat," Mr. Cui squinted his eyes with a smile on the other end of the phone, and threw a few smug glances at his old playmates in comfort, "Why haven't you called in the past few days? Didn't I let you come to grandpa to play when you have time?"

Yang Yang was stunned for a moment. He had heard that sentence as a scene, but he didn't expect the other party to call on purpose. He hurriedly said, "I've been busy with filming for the past two days, so I will definitely come another day!"

"Then it's settled." Cui Lao exhorted worriedly, and he was miserable, "There is no one to accompany me, old man. If you don't come, no one will come to see me."

"Well, then I'll come to see you tomorrow, do you have time?" Yang Yang hated hearing the old man say that, and felt a little sour in his heart.

"Ah? Yes, yes." Cui Lao didn't expect that people would believe this trick, subconsciously said, coughed lightly and quickly responded.

It would be hell if no one came to visit Cui Shu Cui's old door.

A group of old friends watched Mr. Cui open his eyes and talk nonsense to deceive a child, they all clicked their tongues in unison, and before leaving, they all said they would come to play again tomorrow.

Cui Lao: (#‵′) If you have the ability, don’t come tomorrow!

Yang Yang made an appointment to go to Cui's old house in the afternoon, took a fruit basket and rang the doorbell, the nanny came out to answer the door, seeing the stranger, asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

"I'm Yang Yang, I'm here to visit Mr. Cui." Yang Yang said with a faint smile.

"Oh!" The nanny opened the door and invited the person in, "Please come in quickly, master, Mr. Yang is here!"

Yang Yang stood at the door, undecided whether to take off his shoes, and the Virgo's obsession with small things appeared again.

Mr. Cui came out from the inside, saw Yang Yang standing at the door, and greeted him, then pulled him into the room, "Come in, why are you standing there? Come on, come on. Why are your hands so cold? Is it cold outside?"

"It's a bit windy outside, but it's not cold. You have to wear a scarf when you go out. It's windproof and looks good." Yang Yang said with a smile. All were taken away by one sentence.

"It's not bad, it's already seventy years old." Cui Lao shook his head and smiled.

"You look so energetic, you don't look seventy!" Yang Yang suddenly widened his eyes.

Mr. Cui saw that Yang Yang's expression did not seem to be fake, his eyes widened in surprise, he looked a bit like a chipmunk he had frightened in the fields when he went to the countryside, he laughed loudly, "Oh, I just like you So honest!"

"The older you are, the more shameless you are." The two chatted and walked outside the living room. Before they saw anyone, they heard a voice from inside.

Cui Lao stared round his eyes, snorted, and pulled Yang Yang in, "Who are you talking about, old taro!"

Old Taro’s surname is actually Yu, so Tu Shunkou became “Old Taro”, because people involved in the art revival are indeed a bit old-fashioned and somewhat “pedantic”, so this nickname was naturally accepted by old friends in the circle.

However, this nickname is usually not called out in the presence of outsiders. It is still necessary to give this little face among old friends. Today, it probably slipped the tongue, and was sneered at by Mr. Yu, and he directly answered back.

Old Yu almost jumped up from the sofa, but the junior is still there!What do you call "old taro"!How decent!

He pretended to be serious and coughed, ignored Mr. Cui, and looked at Yang Yang, "This is the Yang Yang you mentioned?"

"Hello." Yang Yang solemnly bowed nearly 90°, "I'm Yang Yang."

Mr. Yu nodded, waited for a few seconds, and looked at Cui Shu—you should introduce me soon!

Old Cui snorted, "Yu Daozhong, a retired old man."

"..." Mr. Yu: Grass

"Hello, Mr. Yu." Yang Yang greeted politely, Yu Daozhong suffered an internal injury from Cui Shu, shook his facial muscles, and smiled, "Okay."

The three of them sat on the sofa for a while, and Yang Yang spent most of his time listening to the two old people chatting about the little things in life, occasionally answering a sentence or two, so as not to make people feel that there was no outsider involved.

The doorbell rang again, Yang Yang subconsciously looked over, it was a middle-aged man, about 40 years old, brought a drink, "Dad, Mr. Cui."

"Why are you here? Your mother told you that I was here?" Yu Daozhong was quite surprised that his son would come here at this time, and asked.

"Well, it just so happened that the department was busy. I thought I haven't had a drink with you two elders for a long time, so I didn't bring liquor here." Yu Xu said, seeing that there was a completely unfamiliar face, he asked suspiciously, "This yes?"

"This is Yang Yang, a child tricked by your Uncle Cui." Yu Daozhong said ahead of Cui Shu.

"What do you mean by being tricked! Let's not listen to his nonsense." Cui Lao glared fiercely, then turned around and said to Yang Yang with a pleasant expression.

"Hello." Yang Yang smiled at Cui Lao, he didn't care, he stood up and bent slightly and stretched out his left hand to Yu Xu.

It was the first time Yu Xu saw Cui Lao's face changing faster than singing Beijing opera, and he thought it was strange. After shaking hands with Yang Yang, he thought to himself, Yang Yang?The name was quite familiar. He stared at the person for a few seconds, Yang Yang was a little embarrassed by him, and his ears felt a little hot.

Fortunately, Yu Xu remembered very quickly. Isn’t this the recommended artist for the classical art promotion program that the secretary put on his desk before he left? In the photo, he looks like a gentle and elegant young man. Unexpectedly, the real person is better than the photo There is also a bit more beautiful, the temperament is also clean, and the facial features are full of ancient charm, like a person who comes out of the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River.

No wonder Wu Guofu strongly recommends it.

He smiled at Yang Yang, "Hi Yang Yang."

Yang Yang was forced to stay for a light meal. He couldn't drink white wine, so he took a glass of white water as a substitute, and was teased by Mr. Cui so that he pursed his lips and smiled embarrassedly.

Yu Daozhong didn't have a good impression of entertainers in the entertainment circle at first, he felt too impetuous and pushy, if he hadn't agreed with the few people who came together to let him go, he would not have planned to come.

But now, he looked at the boy sitting diagonally across from him, his eyes softened.

He listens carefully and is not in a hurry to express himself. Although he is silent most of the time, he doesn't stay out of it. No matter what time he gives people a just right impression.

Yu Daozhong originally thought it was the other party's tact beyond his age, but he had to admit that from Yang Yang's eyes, he only saw the purest essence.

Maybe this is what that old guy Cui Shu is looking for.He looked at Cui Shu and saw that the other party was also looking over. The two raised their small white wine glasses and took a sip, both of them understood the undisguised appreciation in the other's eyes.

The longer he stayed in his original official position, the less impression he had of this look in his eyes, and a faint hope arose in his heart, hoping that this look could last longer in the other party's eyes.

The author has something to say: Mr. Yang: It’s not that I can’t drink it!Just drink it, I am afraid ╭(╯^╰)╮

[Dark eyes] ← Don’t panic, I don’t believe you haven’t experienced such an experience_(:зゝ∠)_A sign that often turns black for a few seconds after standing up may be hypoglycemia!I just want to see the little brother nervous sheep w!

The gangster who hid the first 500 words hahaha

This is really Chapter 32!But obsessive-compulsive disorder doesn't want chapters and title numbers to match!So forced to 33!

Back at home at 08:30 today, I opened the document and swiped Weibo... I swiped so hard... I couldn't stop...【Kneel down qmq