Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

The sun was setting, and the sky was dyed crimson by the setting sun. Zhou Zijing watched the two people receding, stretched his waist and got into the car cheerfully.

An Luo and the child didn't make a fuss like the others, but they were also tired. After taking a comfortable bath, they all lay down on the small bed to rest.

When he came back this time, he didn't bring the computer Gao Shiyi gave him, so he had to take out the computer in the corner to use. It seemed that no one had used it for a long time, but it was well preserved.

This computer does not have the network configuration software of that one, and it is not as good as that one in every respect.Annet downloaded some basic software, and it was almost done

The child squatted aside and tilted his head to watch Anluo's busy work. He blinked suspiciously, a little confused: "Luoluo."

After An Luo finished typing the last word, her beautiful fingers drew lines in the air.He looked at the child: "what's the matter?"

The child didn't reply, and after blinking his big eyes a few times, he moved to the computer in front of An Luo, with a curious expression on his face.

An Luo rubbed his hair, the child rubbed it, and then yawned, looking a little drowsy, An Luo was funny, sleep is very important for children.

He chuckled and said, "Go to bed and sleep."

The child murmured in a daze, then rubbed for a while, nestled in An Luo's arms, and blinked his sleepy eyes lazily.

Judging by his appearance, he didn't intend to go to bed, so An Luo had no choice but to just hug him like this.

There is a child in his arms so he is not very active. He put on the earphones with some difficulty, and then looked at the computer.

The design device has been downloaded, opened Waiwai and logged into the account of Qingluo.

I haven't boarded the crooked account for a few days, and when I got on it, the crooked number flashed suddenly.

He looked at it, and it was blue sky wind.

The blue sky wind's dialogue screen was turned on, and the white light screen gradually formed in the sky changed from blurred to clear.He took a closer look at the five messages sent by Lan Tianfeng, and he saw that they were sent three days ago.

The contents of the first four articles are just some gossip in the domestic online distribution circle, nothing serious.It seems that Lan Da is quite happy, and the pictures in the subtitles are smiling more happily than the other.

The last one was sent just now, asking if he is here, and the show is about to start.

He raised his eyebrows and replied: You can start now.

Blue Sky Breeze: It's finally here, let's go to the hut.

Qingluo: Yes.

It was a holiday at this time, and there were quite a lot of people in Mingle Hut. Both the people in the group and tourists and netizens were very happy.

In order not to disturb the child's sleep, An Luo turned down the volume very low, and the child always burrowed into his arms when sleeping, sticking tightly to him.Feeling the child's regular heartbeat, An Luo felt a little uncomfortable, and the two of them were close together, a little warm.

When An Luo saw the script posted on the public screen when he was pulled into the room by the blue sky wind, he frowned slightly, thinking that this time the play would probably not be that simple.

Moreover, there are more than a dozen people in this room, except for Lou Lan and Lan Tianfeng, who don't look like people from Mingle Fengqingli, but it doesn't make sense to say they are tourists and netizens.

Since she couldn't guess it, there was no need to rack her brains. An Luo withdrew her gaze and listened carefully to the voice in the earphones.

Sure enough, Lan Tianfeng spoke immediately, his voice seemed a bit serious, just like when he was acting in a drama.

"Qingluo, the play we are going to do today is not "The Ancient Locust Tree". As you have seen, the script on the public screen is the script we practiced today."

An Luo also guessed, he opened the dialog box: "Well, no problem."

Lan Tianfeng didn't expect how he would answer, and he didn't even have a doubtful tone, so he couldn't help grinning, also, this time is in line with Qingluo's calm style.

"The characters in this script are somewhat different from your previous ones. You should carefully consider it. You can download the script on the public screen now, otherwise it will be troublesome to read it this way."

"Qingluo, come on, heh, this drama is actually quite interesting." Lou Lan smiled softly.

"………Um."

An Luo raised his eyebrows, looked at the screen for a few seconds, and then slid the mouse to start downloading. His movements were very steady, and he felt that he was neither arrogant nor impatient. Every time he moved the mouse lightly, it would make a crisp sound. Through the microphone, the sound rang back and forth in the earphones, with a somewhat unreal feeling, like a gentle tune.

And because there is background music in the hut, every time it is played, it will drive a piece of music, as if the performers are playing with different instruments.

An Luo opened the downloaded script, moved the child in his arms to the inside of his arm, and looked at the script.

This drama is called "Smoke Pavilion Fragrance", a very elegant name.

It's about Aiguoge in a place of fireworks in the imperial city. The number one hero, Lin Zichu, is a rich dude, but he looks like a romantic kid, but he is steady and forbearing.Just because of a bet and fun, he met Shuwen, the oiran Shuwen in Yanlou Pavilion, the holy place for fireworks in the city.

The two of them planned to leave Yanlou Pavilion after they connected with each other, but the boss of Yanlou Pavilion, known by everyone as the son Yiming, stopped the two of them.

This is mixed with feuds and humiliations, love and parting, and hatred and entanglement.

In the end, lovers end up in a roll.

In the script, the phrase "Plain clothes, whom I give to" contains another affectionate story.

After reading it, An Luo understood.

No matter who his character is, it will be different from "Ancient Locust Tree". This is a poignant love story. When interpreting it, it is not only necessary to choose the characters, but also to express the taste of affection and forbearance. .

He turned on the screen in the room. At this time, the others didn't know what they were talking about, and An Luo didn't care. He just glanced at him and said lightly, "May I ask what role I'm playing?"

Lan Tianfeng went to the mic, but his tone was much more relaxed, and he smiled as before: "Ha, your role is the son Yiming, haha, this is a very challenging role! Haha, how about it, this It's just a part of that drama, do you want to brew it first?"

An Luo nodded, and after humming, she frowned and looked at the script.

He probably guessed it, this time it might be a test deduction.

He doesn't know if An Luo has acted. All he can do is to express the characters he understands in his own way, not acting but expressing.

The difference between voice play and body play is that it can more directly judge a person's understanding of the role.

A slightly rising note may make the character full and rich.

In this section of the script, the heroine disappears, and the hero finds the son Yiming who is drinking tea comfortably in the forest.

In fact, Lin Zichu was the only one saying the lines, and the young master Yiming only had a few sounds except for one sentence.

Some people may laugh, who wouldn't know such a thing, what's the point?

Heh, even if the performer has no lines and only the tone, he must perfectly interpret the character.

Someone once said:

I am a painter, even if my painting is expensive, I can still paint my painting.

An Luo closed her eyes.

When he opened it again, his eyes were already faintly different.

In the later period, a piece of gentle music gradually sounded, with the crispness of flowing water, but also with a hint of honesty.

"What are you using to stop me?" Blue Sky Wind rang out with a ruffian voice, and he lowered his voice, it sounded like a smiling lion, exuding a shivering chill, pierced with flesh and blood Penetrating to the bone: "Not to mention other things, as long as I want to take Shuwen away, even a hundred young masters Yiming will not be able to stop me."

"Oh?" Qingluo's slightly cold tone rose slightly, but the ending was smooth and calm, appearing calm and peaceful, and there was a hint of a cold smile faintly.

It's like: an extremely handsome man holds his hair lightly with his fingers, and he slightly squints his eyes and smiles at the corners of his lips.

However, when he looks at you, a hint of disdain and irony will flash in those evil eyes.

Let you be as cold as the cold wind hitting the bones.

"Young Master is not an ordinary person. Some things are as clear as a mirror." Lan Tianfeng sneered, biting his son and exhaling, controlling his strength to five points. Bar?"

Suddenly, Qingluo laughed lazily, with a sense of wisdom and sarcasm.

There seemed to be a string stretched in the air, tense and dangerous, and everyone's heart was in their throats.

At this moment, everyone felt that Lin Zichu was digging his own grave!

"What are you laughing at?" Lan Tianfeng growled furiously from his throat.

Qingluo didn't answer, but the atmosphere became more tense, as if the string would snap completely in the next second.

After a long time, so long that people thought he would never speak again.

From the earphones, a low laugh came out, as if mocking his ignorance.

With laziness and without a trace of emotion, the words came slowly when the music tune was sinking, with the fuzzy feeling of mixed headphones.

"If she is willing to leave, why not?"

…………

Everyone was shocked, did he just wait for the music to sink?

His way of acting is very special, and his performance can no longer be described by the word 'acting'.Instead, there is a sense of reality, with an artistic taste in reality, which makes the characters more rendering.

The big black eyes of a child's black jade stared at the person who was close to him without blinking, and looked at him calmly, without the childishness of the past, as calm as if he had lost his life.

His eyes were steady and composed.

In those bright eyes, the appearance of the young man is clear, his slender eyes are slightly squinted, and the long eyelashes are covered like a fan, covering the slightly indifferent eyes, as cold as the thousand years of loneliness and deep snow.

The sound of wind blowing gently came from the earphones, and the sound of Lingling water also rang out.

"Master, you keep your promises." Lan Tianfeng's ruffian but slightly prudent and shrewd voice sounded, mixed with the sound of Feng Shui, wise and wise: "Then I will not continue to disturb you today, so I leave."

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As the music gradually dissipated, the scene ended, and there were many opinions and praises in the discussion area.

This scene between these two is perfect!

If I tell it, no one will believe it. Among them, there must be a newcomer who just debuted.

An Luo closed the dialog box, as if he was still thinking about it, but his eyes were still clear and indifferent.

He looked at the discussion area, silently raised the corners of his mouth.

He seems to like this feeling.

Chess meets the opponent, hearty!

A few seconds later, a person named Geng Gusinian said: "Hi Qingluo, I am Ji Gusinian, the planner of Jiumei Broadcasting Troupe, and we sincerely invite you to participate in our "Smoke Pavilion Fragrance"."

An Luo was surprised, but then understood.

Today's duel is probably just a test play.

It's like auditioning for an actor.

He opened the dialogue box and was about to speak when he felt his clothes being pulled. He looked down and saw that the child looked confused, obviously just waking up. He blinked, his thick eyelashes opened and closed, and he murmured .

"dad……………"