Son of the Bone

There is another show on Sunday night, so Jiang will never come back to sleep.

During the day when he was away, Qi Lin went to run and write homework, practice songs and write songs as usual, and was absent-minded until the evening when he sat on the upper bunk and read the script after washing up.

When Jiang Jue didn't come back before, why didn't he feel that the dormitory was so empty.

That lazy, sleepy 'Huh? ', still tickling in my mind.

Qi Lin put the script aside, patted his face, rolled around several times wrapped in a quilt all night, but didn't sleep well.

On Monday morning, when the morning work was done, Jiang Jue still arrived on time.

He was wearing a well-tailored white shirt, and his curly hair that had been permed before had already fallen down obediently.

It was that shallow and simple look again.

It's as if Cinderella just turned into a ball on the weekend, and when the bell rings on Monday, all the glitz and excitement will disappear in an instant.

Qi Lin stood at the back of the line and watched him with complicated eyes, and it took him a while to move away awkwardly.

Jiang Jue was thinking about Wei Feng's script all the way, and when he walked into the queue, he vaguely felt Qi Lin glaring at him.

Why are you unhappy?

Jiang veteran cadre blinked, and patted him on the shoulder slightly reassuringly.

Unexpectedly, Qi Lin's body tensed immediately after being photographed, and he found an excuse to change places with others.

Jiang Jue froze for a moment, realizing that he was avoiding his gaze.

Is it because I didn't thank you in time after receiving the flower basket?

He was really tired on Saturday night, and he had to remove his make-up and change his clothes, so he didn't have time to send Qi Lin a message.

Jiang Jue silently reflected for a while, and decided to wait until he returned to the dormitory to explain.

Teacher Wu, who is in charge of the lines class, is a kind old lady.

Her hair is white and wrinkled, and her voice is usually a little thin because of her fat body, but when it comes to the demonstration, it is as loud and clear as if the stereo was suddenly turned on, making people's ears buzz.

"In the last class, we focused on explaining the main points of the thoracic-abdominal combined breathing method," the old lady tapped on the pointer and said, "Next, I will explain the relevant key points again, and then start the classroom exercises."

Although Qi Lin avoided him on purpose, the student numbers of the two were connected together, and they were always together in group practice or ranking, so it was impossible to change them temporarily.

As soon as he saw Jiang Jue's peaceful and gentle demeanor, he felt inexplicably agitated.

As an adult with a brain, he knows in his heart that those on the stage of the drama are all dramas.

But why did that indulgent and somewhat ruffian person act like a different person after stepping down?

How did he do it?

"……Um?"

Jiang Jue counted the ten dates over and over twice, and found that the tablemate still had no intention of opening his mouth.

"Here, it's my turn?" Qi Lin came back to his senses, took a deep breath and said quickly: "One date, two dates, three dates——"

"No. The abdomen should remain relaxed when you exhale." Jiang Jue has long been used to practicing these things with him. He raised his hand and pressed his chest, explaining clearly: "Inhale quickly and exhale slowly, and pay attention to the movement of the diaphragm." control."

With his fingertips resting on the thin sweater, Qi Lin could even feel a slight warmth.

When he caressed himself, even his body was unconsciously relaxing.

How would it feel to hug such a gentle person?

He stared at those black jade-like eyes, let Jiang Jue's hand rest there, and counted again nervously: "Is that so?"

"It's much better." Jiang Jue withdrew his hand, jotted down a few ideas about the script in the notebook, and said casually while writing: "You are not in a good state today."

Qi Lin looked at him and said slowly, "I went to see your performance."

Jiang Jue paused while writing, and maintained the previous movement: "Only your assistant sent flowers in the backstage, I thought...you can't come because of something."

During the group photo session after the curtain call, he deliberately looked around the audience, and felt a little pity in his heart at that time.

"Jiang Jue, the gap between you and Su Yongye... is really big." Qi Lin said slowly, "I can't take it easy."

The other party froze for a moment and didn't speak for a long time.

Qi Lin kept a lot of words in his heart, taking advantage of the hustle and bustle in class, he looked at Jiang Jue and said, "By the way...you rehearse kiss scenes or something, don't you have to kiss many times?"

Although he knew the answer in his heart, he didn't know why he just wanted to ask.

Jiang Jue lowered his head and continued to write the character analysis just now, humming lightly.

He somehow didn't want to explain the details to him.

"There is similar content in the acting class." He stared at the notebook, marked two paragraphs in red and said: "The next class will be."

The news came out of nowhere—no, what are we going to do next class? !

Qi Lin blinked three or four times, and repeated: "Next lesson?!"

Jiang Jue turned to look at him, and patted his head reassuringly: "Cooperate, and be careful that Teacher Qin deducts the normal points."

The first-year students are only used to report the scenario simulation at the end of the semester, the second-year students will act in novels, the third-year students will act in drama fragments, and the fourth-year students will be the most enjoyable and commemorative graduation drama.

The school does not rush to ask students to piece together works as quickly as possible, but encourages them to continuously deepen the foundation.

During the past two months, Qin Yizhu has been teaching the students how to forget their own existence and return to a blank sheet of paper——

Imitate the courtship of birds, imitate the running of lions or gorillas, both boys and girls must put down all shame and worries, and act like animals.

When the performance of animals is almost done, it's time to play people.

The desks and chairs in the classroom are separated left and right, leaving a catwalk-like corridor in the middle.

Qin Yizhu is wearing a cheongsam embroidered with sapphire blue and silver bamboo today, and his hair is not messy at all.

"According to the rules ten years ago, being familiar with physical contact includes kissing scenes."

The kissing of lovers in reality is different from the kissing on screen.

When you really practice, you have to find the angle and distance in front of the mirror, which is more troublesome than dancing ballet.

Even if they actually arrive at the set, the audience will see the male and female protagonists kissing each other with forgetfulness, but the reality is that the lighting and radio cameras are all aimed at each other. For the rotation effect, there may be several big men carrying the camera around the male and female protagonists crazily Going around in circles, not to mention making a show, it takes a lot of effort not to laugh.

The teacher's eyes were still sharp and bright, and he glanced around and said slowly: "But everyone here—I'm afraid there are still people who have not been in love?"

The whole class shook their heads neatly, and all of them firmly stated that they were obsessed with studying and had no intention of falling in love.

A group of people cast their eyes on Qi Lin ambiguously again, obviously preparing to boo him and let him break the news.

"Let's start with the simplest physical contact today." Qin Yizhu stepped off the stage with a playful smile: "That's a handshake."

The male and female students have been divided into left and right columns, and the teacher has moved a chair to sit in front of the podium, and the scoring book is ready.

"Lovers, couples, adults holding children, strangers supporting and helping, we will practice these scenes later." She said slowly: "Exercise your muscles and bones, and first go to the end holding hands in groups to have a look."

The girl opposite Qi Lin looked shy and embarrassed, and the girl next to her was either envious or gloating, chatting around her.

Following the teacher's order, the boys and girls paired up at the end of the classroom one by one as if they were attending a dance party, and began to walk hand in hand for the first time.

All kinds of awkward and embarrassing expressions were immediately revealed. Some people couldn't help but cover their mouths with their hands to hold back their laughter, and some boys didn't know where to look.

They usually got along quite well when they were classmates, but it was so strange when they really got in touch with each other like this.

No matter the fingers or the palm, the nerve endings are quite rich, even if it is just a shallow grip, there will be a delicate touch.

It was quite natural when Qi Lin led Sun Yingying forward, but the little girl was blushing, and the classmates next to her were all booing.

When he walked various red carpets in the past, he actually didn't feel it.

It is not difficult to move forward with a calm mind.

Qin Yizhu propped his chin and looked at the squeamish faces of these young people, their expressions were quite subtle.

On weekdays, everyone wants to be the actor and actress, but they can't even control their expressions when they really hold hands. They are really a group of children.

"Is it all over?" She slapped her chin and signaled everyone to group into groups according to their student numbers: "Go again, fingers intertwined."

"You can't show any expression this time, and five points will be deducted for every smile." She pressed the ballpoint pen, and when she saw that the children were obviously nervous, she smiled with satisfaction: "Start."

Jiang Jue stood at the end of the line, seeing that it was their turn soon, he stretched out his right hand very cooperatively.

He is really like a blank sheet of paper on weekdays, he never has any extra emotions and thoughts, and he is calm and without waves.

But Qi Lin looked at him fixedly, took a deep breath for a moment before stretching out his hand.

The smooth skin crosses, and the slightly hot temperature is so clear that it makes the heart pound.

The teacher said, you have to interlock your fingers.

They stood together with their fingers interlocked, even the lines of their palms fit each other.

The fingertips are attached to the back of the hand like wings, and the palms that open and close with the footsteps are like ambiguous breaths.

They walked forward under everyone's gaze, and even their hearts beat faster and faster.

Qi Lin didn't even realize that he was smiling.

"Five points will be deducted from Qi Lin. A smile is a smile, you know." Qin Yizhu saw him bowing his head and holding back his smile, and he was amused by himself: "If you laugh again, I will still deduct it."

Qi Lin clenched Jiang Jue's hand and tried to divert his attention by looking to the side, but the more he smiled like this, the happier he was.

"Five points will be deducted from Qi Lin."

Jiang Jue noticed that his wrist was also trembling slightly, and pressed it against his palm slightly, and the two fingers intertwined tacitly, allowing the temperature and ambiguity to spread silently.

"Jiang Jue deducted five points." Qin Yizhu said slowly, propping his chin.

"You two, this is not enough concentration."