The actor is always coveting me

It was the first time in his life that Fu Zaitong was on stage to receive an award, and he was not as nervous as he is now.

In his mind, he kept imitating the scene of Shen Ji confessing to him with a blushing face, his heart was pounding, blood was rushing non-stop, almost rushing out of his heart.

If Shen Xiaoji really confessed his love to him with such a cute expression, maybe...

Fu Zaitong frowned, and calmly warned himself.

Not sure!

Shen Ji was unaware of the tension and entanglement of the people around him, and lowered his head to think carefully.

It's also time to ask Luoyang for an autograph, otherwise he will go back and say he forgot, and he will probably be babbling for a year, and it will be a slow assassination.

Even the "cutest in the world" is too shameful, thanks to Luoyang being able to say it.

Oh, and Fu Zaitong can speak.

Just as he was thinking, the director suddenly clapped his hands: "Next, we have a sideshow."

"Please open the envelope you got from the mission."

When they went downstairs, the assistant reminded them to bring the red envelopes. When everyone opened the envelope with a rose seal, it turned out to be an invitation letter.

"Dear guest, it is an honor to invite you to participate in the Harvest Party in Lanhe Town. Please draw your ID card and play your role tomorrow night."

This is probably what Tang Ye said at the beginning, the last little game of the program group.

Fortunately, this season is very simple, so there is no need to have another haunted house tour, otherwise the style of painting will change suddenly, and the audience will probably all scold the street.

...I just don't know what the director thinks, it's obviously a national style, but it's a European-style wax paint.

The Harvest Conference is a local feature of Lanhe Town. It used to be to commemorate Houji, but later it became a simple gathering. It will be held every autumn. There is no specific date. Postpone the time a bit and move it to the end of the recording of the program.

This day can be regarded as a carnival for the whole town. The townspeople will wear national costumes, drink and sing, and burn bonfires. Some people will also wear special costumes and play special roles.

No wonder the atmosphere in the town has become very lively recently, every household is cleaning and decorating.

The staff put the ID card on the stone table in the courtyard. Everyone looked at each other for a while, and then turned to Shen Ji: "Chicken, you draw first."

After getting along for a month, Shen Ji's luck is obvious to all.

Give Shen Ji the worst one first, so they can have a snack.

Shen Ji: "...you guys can really do it."

Fu Zaitong looked at him with a wooden face, and curled his mouth: "Would you like some good luck for you?"

"Still not," Shen Ji calmly said, "Senior Fu, it's a win or a loss. Last time I had your luck, I went to clean the cowshed all afternoon."

Tang Ye was amused: "Don't you have to lose if you lose? Last time you came to get lucky with me and ended up being fed to pigs."

Shen Ji drew a card casually, and shrugged helplessly: "So my luck can't be saved, let me see... the dancer?"

Shen Ji froze for a moment.

The card depicts an animated figure in a local ethnic costume, and below it is marked that the dancer needs to dance.

Director Fang took a glance, and couldn't help but also smiled: "This is a bit troublesome, Xiao Shen, your luck is really bad."

At least it wasn't singing in public——Shen Ji took a small breath, turned his head to meet Fu Zaitong's slightly worried eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, and mouthed: "It's okay."

OLIVINE is indeed a small mess, but the strength of each member is praised by a strict person like Yu Jing, and the teachers in the company are also very optimistic about everyone.

If it weren't for Ning Zui's family deliberately suppressing and causing trouble, the gang wouldn't be on the verge of breaking up.

Although he is not as good at dancing as Luoyang, he is still recognized.

"Dancing?" Apparently, Xiang Chuan's perception of OLIVINE is that "it's because of his lack of strength." He looked at him provocatively, "Are you okay?"

Shen Ji looked at him with a smile or not, and shook his head modestly: "Not very skilled."

Although Xiang Chuan really had no intention of harming anyone, his dislike for Shen Ji was obviously long-lasting, and he was brooding over what happened back then and the ordering of the program groups, and he folded his arms and waited to see his jokes.

Others also drew cards one after another, with different identities.

Fu Zaitong is a "musician" and needs to play the flute. Others are fine and don't need additional skills.

The dancer's dance needs the accompaniment of a musician. Shen Ji was a little worried, and slowly moved to Fu Zaitong's side, and asked him in a low voice: "Senior Fu, can you play?"

Fu Zaitong took the bamboo flute prepared by the program group. His slender, white fingers matched the emerald green flute, which looked very beautiful. He turned the bamboo flute neatly and tilted his head with a smile: "I have played the role of flute player before, and I have learned it. "

Shen Ji was puzzled: "Aren't they usually a stand-in or post-dubbing for a pose?"

"A fake is always a fake," Fu Zaitong said calmly, "If you can learn it, you have to learn a little bit. Even if you don't play well and need to dub later, you have to have a standard posture."

Shen Ji recalled this month's relationship, it was true.

Fu Zaitong knew how to cook because he wanted to play a chef, so he learned some basic first aid measures. It was also because he had acted as a doctor and learned it specially. He dived to save him without hesitation that time because he had acted as a lifeguard. .

He pondered, a little stunned: "Then you don't know a skill after playing a role?"

Fu Zaitong smiled and teased him: "Almost."

Shen Ji opened his mouth and asked blankly: "So you are the actor?"

"That's not true," Fu Zaitong wanted to laugh seeing his silly look, and poked his face with a bamboo flute, "These are all for the purpose of getting a deeper understanding of the character. The actor is because..."

Listening to his eloquent talk, the brilliance that Fu Zaitong deliberately suppressed at ordinary times became dazzling again, and the distance suddenly pulled away.At this moment, Shen Ji realized very clearly that standing in front of her was not only a young girl who liked to post facial expressions, but also a legendary actor.

His heart skipped a beat, and with a psychology similar to reverence, he looked at Fu Zaitong expectantly, hoping to hear some good remarks and give him some inspiration for his future path.

Fu Zaitong waved at him, avoiding the follow-up, leaned close to his ear, and lowered his voice: "Because I'm awesome."

Shen Ji: "..."

Fu Zaitong is full of confidence: "The others are too good."

"........."

You still don't talk.

The meeting starts tomorrow night, so there is hardly any preparation time.

However, the local townspeople did not expect how good the performance of the two impromptu performers would be. The couple who came to deliver the clothes were Shen Ji and Fu Zaitong, a couple who had helped out, and comforted Shen Ji: "It's okay, although this dancer It’s not difficult, but it’s not easy to learn in a short time, just dance casually, and everyone will get together to have fun.”

Shen Ji's dance costume is quite complicated, with a ring of bang-bang silver ornaments around her neck, and the top is just a few pieces of light purple fabric, with shiny silver ornaments hanging on it, probably for looking good when dancing, the sleeves are relatively wide, and the lower part Said to be pants, more like a skirt, the overall style is rough.

Shen Ji originally wanted to try to see if it fit well, but when he met Fu Zaitong's smiling eyes, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and hesitated: "I'll watch the video again, and then find a place to practice."

Fu Zaitong twirled the bamboo flute, he memorized the score after reading it once, and patted Shen Ji on the shoulder: "Let's go, don't you want me to accompany you? Of course you want me to be by your side when you practice dancing."

The corner of Shen Ji's mouth twitched, and he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he nodded.

Before setting off, Shen Ji connected Luoyang remotely to discuss dismantling the dance.

What he danced was only a part of this set of folk dances. The movements are indeed simple and easy to learn. Although it is impossible to dance so delicately in a short period of time, it is not impossible to bluff people.

The rest is just practice.

Don't know why.

Usually in the dance practice in the team, everyone twists and turns in a mess, and you don't feel shy when you chase me and roll all over the floor.

But practicing in front of Fu Zaitong, it's... extremely embarrassing.

Hands are not hands, feet are not feet.

In particular, Fu's eyes follow him like a shadow, like a substance, with a slightly hot temperature, so hot that Shen Ji doesn't know where to put his hands.

As soon as he turned his head, Fu Zaitong was sitting on the rock, looking relaxed and undisturbed, very natural.

Shen Ji's words were suppressed by his appearance. He suspected that he was thinking too much, so he could only try his best to ignore that line of sight. Amid the intermittent and smooth bamboo flute sound, his movements gradually became proficient.

The harvest party is coming soon.

Shen Ji still had to put on some makeup, so she took a step ahead and put on a makeup that matched the dance costume, and was surrounded by the townspeople again.

When Fu Zaitong and the others came over, Shen Ji was sitting on a small bench, surrounded by several aunts, and kindly asked him if he had a girlfriend.

Seeing other people coming, Shen Ji got up quickly, these aunts seemed to be undercover agents sent by the program group, each of them was full of sensitive issues, he evaded a few words, and hurried to Fu Zaitong's side.

Fu Zaitong looked up and down, feeling dissatisfied—what kind of dance costume is this prepared?

There are only two thin and short pieces of clothing on the upper body, and they fly up with a slight shake, directly revealing a part of the waist, which is too bad.

He was also wearing local national costumes, but he also put on a coat. Seeing this, he made a decisive decision, took off his coat and covered it with Shen Ji, and said with a straight face, "Put it on."

Shen Ji: "?"

Fu Zaitong: "...you will have diarrhea if you catch a cold in your stomach."

Shen Ji's stomach is not very good, so he said "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fu Zaitong pretended not to care and glanced at it again, turned his face and thought solemnly: Tsk, this kid actually has mermaid lines in his abdominal muscles?

Clear and thin, I didn't even notice it.

The performances of Shen Ji and Fu Zaitong are opening.

The night has fallen, and the bonfire is jumping on the specially cleared space, surrounded by the sound of people.

When it was almost time, Shen Ji took off his coat and walked barefoot to the small stage set up by the townspeople.

A clear flute sound suddenly flew out from the crowd, attracting everyone's attention.

Shen Ji also tied a string of small bells on his hands, and when he raised his sleeves to the sound of the flute, the crisp jingle of bells rang out.

I have already practiced coordination yesterday, Shen Ji is already very proficient, and her movements are smooth and smooth.

The eyes of more and more townspeople were attracted to Shen Ji, and the flames shone brightly on Shen Ji. Fu Zaitong was playing the flute, watching the young man in dance clothes whirling and jumping, with a flexible waist and a high spirit.

He stood at the place closest to him, his mood seemed to be tied to the string of silver bells in Shen Ji's hands, following his every movement, up and down.

The sound of the flute gradually merged with the sound of drums and reeds in the distance. The simple opening dance ended soon, and the townspeople cheered and danced and sang in a circle.

Shen Ji was afraid of those aunts, so he quickly lowered his head and slipped out while there were too many people. Unexpectedly, his head bumped into someone's chest. When he looked up, it was Fu Zaitong.

His face was pinched, Fu Zaitong saw him flustered, and said amusedly, "Why are you running?"

Shen Ji was pinched by him, and he spoke vaguely: "Those aunts are going to introduce me to a girlfriend..."

Fu Zaitong's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately ran away, "Let's go."

Shen Ji: "..."

Of course I can't go now.

Participating in a lively party, Shen Ji drank a few mouthfuls of local specialty wine, which was not high in alcohol, but it was a pity that Shen Ji poured it in a glass, and poured it immediately.

Xi Tongwei pointed at his flushed face and laughed non-stop. He leaned against the person beside him dizzily, holding the round wine jar and giggling.

The carnival lasted until midnight, and Shen Ji fell asleep in a daze, feeling that she was being carried back.

The light was dim, flickering past in front of his eyes, he stared dazedly and opened the slits of his eyes, the shoulders of the person carrying him were broad and steady, he was still a little sleepy, subconsciously he lowered his head and rubbed the hair of the person, muttering Muttering: "Senior Fu?"

Fu Zaitong hummed.

Shen Ji stayed in a daze for a while, before recovering from the nerves paralyzed by alcohol, he struggled quickly: "Let me go by myself."

"It's almost here, be honest." Fu Zaitong ignored him, went upstairs a few steps, kicked open the door of the inn, and then put him on the bed and sat down.

Shen Ji hadn't been recited like this since he was five years old, and his face was a little hot: "Thank you."

Halfway through the party, Tang Ye and Xi Tongwei left first, Xiang Chuan was also on the plane tonight, and Shen Ji and Fu Zaitong were the last to leave.

The camera in the room has been withdrawn, and the follower is also finishing the task after recording the party materials. The camera that has been following almost all the time leaves, Shen Ji's spirit has also relaxed, and the drunkenness has not completely dissipated. I was dumbfounded until a hot kerchief covered my face.

He took it sluggishly, stared at Fu Zaitong for a while, and remembered something, because he was drinking, his speech was a little limp, as if he was coquettish with someone: "Senior Fu, do you still remember the last time I told you, Is there anything you can promise me?"

coming!

Even though he was already mentally prepared, Fu Zaitong was still slightly shocked, looked carefully at Shen Xiaoji's blushing slightly drunken face, and nodded calmly.

Shen Ji pursed her lips, and slowly took out a photo from under the pillow: "Then...please sign it for me."

Fu Zaitong couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth, took it and signed it smoothly, thinking that the child is quite shy.

Another sentence came out of Leng Buding's ear: "Let's write 'to the cutest Yang Yang in the world' again."

Fu Zaitong naturally agreed, and he had already written "to: the cutest chick in the world" in his pen before the tip of the pen stopped abruptly.

and many more.

Who is Yangyang?

The author has something to say: Fu Tongtong: Suddenly something feels wrong

The dancing at the Harvest Conference is just a matter of nonsense, so there is no need to substitute reality

感谢在2020-10-1523:54:44~2020-10-1623:32:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Linyuan 1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: oh oh poker, mirror yan, yin oh, dazed rj1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 23 bottles of cccczi; 5 bottles of yumiko; 1 bottle of no fish in Rocky;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!