Son of the Bone

-1-

When Qi Lin woke up, a piece of paper stuck to his face, and his paws were stained with ink.

He thought that if he escaped the third year of junior high school and survived the third year of high school, he would be able to bid farewell to these assignments forever-but the school is really very conscientious if the amount is not increased.

He looked out the window at the silvery snow in the dim night, sniffed and found the phone, and called his assistant.

"Brother Qi," the little girl was chatting with Jiang Jue's assistant on the set, and said with a smile, "Brother Jiang is dancing, do you want to come and see?"

Is this the one in the practice room? !

The drowsy drowsiness dissipated without a trace, Qi Lin hurriedly looked for the clothes in the suitcase, and said casually: "You asked Uncle Wang to go to the restaurant to pack two snacks from the tea restaurant, and I will see you on the set—which set?"

"CR-14, turn left at the door and go straight along the bulletin board." The little girl looked at the studio set up as a practice room in the distance, thought for a while and said, "Brother Jiang will finish work in about an hour, be careful of slippery roads." .”

This popular idol, gold award singer, and top ten entertainer really went back to the hotel to make up for seven hours of homework after delivering the Lantern Festival all the way.

It was dark until the sky was dark, and the consciousness was fuzzy, and I almost forgot that I wanted to fall in love in my heart.

He wore a long windbreaker with contrasting colors and splicing styles, and hurried into the shooting area by car.

There are people from other production crews gathering for rectification nearby, and more and more cars are driving in with props, furniture and photographic equipment.

When the two assistants saw him, Qiqi stood up, Qi Lin signaled them to keep quiet, but the coffee hurriedly took a sip and went to look at Jiang Jue——

He has watched him many times, but it seems that every time he sees him, he can't help but smile.

Jiang Jue has probably danced this dance nearly twenty times, filming it intermittently for two hours.

This paragraph is about Yue Yu, who resists star status, is taken to the studio where he is familiar with his previous work, and at the same time discovers the ability deeply rooted in his body instinct.

The reason why they have to shoot so many times is because they not only want to show how Koshiha noticed his strangeness after the car accident, but also want to shoot countless times of his practice process before and after becoming famous, and then use fragmented editing to complete the process. Contrast presentation.

The same dance has completely different feelings before and after amnesia and before and after becoming famous.

But what has not changed is the figure that has won thousands of favors.

At the moment when the music sounded, he opened his arms as if he knew how to move naturally, looking outstanding and surprised among the other backup dancers.

He obviously didn't even understand why he could dance so smoothly, but whether it was the wavy rhythm from shoulders and elbows to fingertips, or the brisk and percussive stepping ability, all of these were the result of countless jumps in the past six or seven years. The conditioned reflex accumulated in practice.

The lifting and swinging of the shoulders, the magnitude and strength of the knees pressing down, the frequency of the staggered shaking of the legs——

Under the spotlight and music, he is like a skylark that is destined to leap into the rainbow light, grabbing all the sight and light like a magnet.

At this time, Qi Lin even subconsciously relaxed his breathing, and only slowly approached the warning line.

This was another Jiang Jue whom he had never known before.

Sweat was streaming down his forehead and neck, his face was stained with evil spirits, and his smile was arrogant and unrestrained.

Koshiha never goes wrong when performing in public.

Every beat, every leaning back and kneeling, even the fixed point when the fingertips are raised, is like a mirror effect in the comparison of all videos.

His body is full of tension and pride, and his eyes are full of sharp heroism.

The person who is unscrupulously erupting charm and temptation at this moment is not Jiang Jue, not Su Yongye, but Yue Yu.

He is the darling of the spotlight and the most dazzling leader on the stage.

There was a bit of unknowingly sexy in that smile, and the whole person flaunted to the bone.

Uncle Wang looked at Qi Lin for a long time and found that he was staring at Jiang Jue's knee.

Wei Feng kept discussing and coordinating with the assistant director not far away, and kept asking for another one.

The camera also adjusted the angle and distance, trying to capture the shots in a variety of ways, so that the editor can use these materials in different memory passages.

Jiang Jue would take a break every time he finished dancing, and once he received the signal from the director, he would continue to return to the stage to start again, and he never showed slack every time.

During the few intervals between drinking water and eating energy bars, Qi Lin has been standing in the dark, not going to let him play.

At this time, he was still in Yue Yu's identity.

Whether it's the movement of raising the head to pour water, or the look in the eyes when talking with people, they are mature and indifferent with a sense of distance.

"I asked him to wear knee pads last time, did he wear them?"

Jiang Jue's assistant next to him nodded: "I have brought it, and there will be hot compresses when I go back."

Qi Lin stared at the figure resting against the wall in the distance, and continued to ask: "Is the injury on his calf healed last time?"

Does brother Jiang have any injuries on his legs...

The assistant murmured in embarrassment, ashamed to answer that he didn't know.

It's all too familiar.

Four or five years ago, Qi Lin, like Yue Yu in front of the camera, fell asleep holding the guitar almost every day.

To be a singer, it is not enough to just sing.

The control of breath, the improvement of physical fitness and lung capacity, the improvement of music theory cognition and creative ability, even the day after day of hanging the voice and expanding the range can make people tired and don't want to say a word.

When playing the guitar, the fingertips will be full of new and old injuries, and thick calluses will be formed by tenacity.

Going to dance can hurt your waist and knees, and ligament strains are common.

He felt sorry for Jiang Jue, but he would not stop or interfere with anything.

"No. 30 one, start!"

Qi Lin listened to the familiar music playing again, his eyes were nostalgic and gentle.

When I was a child, I could only do it again and again alone, and my parents would not be by my side.

One of the reasons why he likes Jiang Jue may also be because he is also a survivor who has been honed repeatedly by loneliness.

Whether it's acting in a drama or a movie, everything is chewed and repeated too many times in front of the camera, and you may not be able to tell the difference in the end.

He likes what they have in common on this point-persistence, even if he doesn't know whether he is right or not, and whether every repetition really means getting better, he will grit his teeth and continue to persist.

His eyes were watching Jiang Jue doing the same movements for dozens of times, but his memory jumped to every night when he wrote his first album.

Whether mixing or composing music, there is no absolute right or wrong.

This is not like a long-distance run with an end, but more like looking for the moon shining among the waves in the sea.

Countless time and sweat have been poured into this, even if many things are overthrown and restarted after hard work, there is no regret.

Jiang Jue didn't notice that Qi Lin came to visit the class at all.

His recent food intake and physical strength have been expanded to a new level——

There was no need to turn on the heat on the set, and he could keep sweating profusely for hours in thin costumes, and sometimes he would suffer from leg cramps when he slept at night.

The physical strength is constantly being consumed in large quantities. The usual one or two full energy bars are useless now, and I will be hungry again not long after I walk out of the set.

"It's almost over." Wei Feng was quite satisfied with his completion, went up to praise him, and squeezed his eyes narrowly: "Your good friend is still waiting to have dinner together, go and rest, and start work tomorrow afternoon .”

good friend?

He looked into the corner and found a familiar figure holding a copy of "Borges Anthology" beside the small table and writing furiously.

"Qi Lin? You came here to wait for me?" His voice was pleasantly surprised and a little unsteady, the latter raised his head, shook the ballpoint pen and said, "Go take a shower and change clothes first, I still have four or five hundred words That's it - steak for dinner?"

"Okay," Jiang Jue subconsciously looked at the assistant who came over to hand the coat: "How long has he been here?"

"Two or three hours. Brother Qi kept telling me not to disturb you, so I didn't tell you just now." The assistant said in a low voice, "You should bring knee pads..."

No... Just now, in order not to affect the action, I took it quietly.

Jiang Jue blinked at her, and the latter nodded knowingly: "That's it."

Jiang Jue, who was wearing a gray down jacket, looked like an ordinary college student again, as if Cinderella was stepping on zero again to go home and become a maid.

Qi Lin wanted to hold his hand for a walk together for a moment, but he still put his hands in his purse and walked with him to the restaurant in the snow.

In the deep winter, everything is quiet, and even the sound of footsteps is swallowed by the soft snow.

Qi Lin gasped, felt whether Jiang Jue's face was frozen, and casually searched for a topic.

"You have danced very well in these few paragraphs, and the effect of Wave is like an old hand."

"That's what Teacher Xiao Qi instructed." Jiang Jue stretched his waist and said, "When I hear this bgm now, it feels like hearing the wake-up bell."

It's so boring that I want to turn it off.

"No, it's Teacher Daqi." Qi Lin shook his head seriously: "I'm big—do you understand that I'm big."

"Okay, okay, Teacher Daqi." Jiang Jue was amused and laughed: "You are the biggest."

The restaurant has already reserved a box, and it is unavoidable to be surrounded by several tourists to sign and take photos.

Creamy clam soup, rib eye steak, Caesar salad, and red wine.

Jiang Jue usually doesn't drink much, so he ordered a glass of freshly squeezed juice.

"Can't you drink enough?"

"Forget it, you'll go crazy when you're drunk, forget it."

Veteran cadres still get...drunk?Is it so amazing?

Qi Lin let out a long sigh, and silently made a point in his heart.

"Speaking of which, have you ever considered... becoming an idol?" He considered his tone, and continued to test: "I think you are very talented."

"Idol?" Jiang Jue shook his head without thinking, "No way."

"Where's the singer?"

"No." Jiang Jue got up to help him refill some wine, and asked curiously, "Why did you say this suddenly?"

Qi Lin opened his mouth, but waved his hands, and took a sip of his wine with a smile.

-2-

He actually has a lot to say.

Whether it's because he likes him or regards him as a good friend in his heart, he wants to say these words all the more.

Because... I don't know if we will have a chance to meet after we graduate from university.

If you also come to SPF and walk with me, I can write songs for you, choreograph for you, and do many things for you, and accompany you to walk the road I walked in the past .

Qi Lin watched Jiang Jue cut the broccoli and took another sip of his wine.

Now he is a bit like a kid who finds a toy he likes, afraid that the toy will be snatched away, or it will disappear suddenly one day

From Uncle Fan's attitude when he mentioned Jiang Jue, and the many clues about Jiang Jue, he could vaguely confirm that his family background is quite good, and he is not the kind of person who lacks resources and contacts.

This also means that after graduation in the future, they may go far apart, and the intersection will become less and less.

When Qi Lin thought of this possibility, he felt a little unhappy.

"Over there at the school, I heard that there will be a grading test at the beginning of the term." Jiang Jue, who hadn't noticed Qi Lin's careful thinking, held a glass and said, "In addition to the English proficiency test, sight-singing lines and so on will also be tested publicly. .”

"Did the senior sisters say it? Wait—" Qi Lin was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Qin is going to publicly report his weight again?"

"Probably."

"Please, this is the Chinese New Year's winter vacation. Who doesn't eat more during the winter vacation—" Qi Lin thought of the fried chicken he had eaten in the middle of the night a while ago, and the more he talked, the more confident he became. "I really want to transfer to another school."

"I've gained muscle too fast these days, and I've gained a few pounds," Jiang Jue frowned and said, "I guess we'll meet again at the beginning of the school exam, and then you'll have to stay in the dormitory alone."

"I have to prepare for the concert," Qi Lin said vaguely with an onion ring in his mouth, "I also have to run around at home and abroad, maybe Teacher Qin will invite parents again."

"By the way, my concert at the end of May will be held at Shidu Stadium—will you come?"

Jiang Jue was stunned for a moment, but didn't answer right away: "A concert?"

"Well, I can leave you a VVIP, and we can shake hands!" Qi Lin asked with bright eyes, "Come on, come on?"

"I'm not sure...there might be a film appointment, the family mentioned it to me before." Jiang Jue coaxed subconsciously: "I will also send you a flower basket, don't worry."

I don't want to see flower baskets...I want to see you.

Qi Lin snorted, lowered his head and poked the steak: "I want freesia."

"it is good."

"And a greeting card."

"it is good."

"You can't just write a few words on a greeting card!"

"it is good."

Jiang Jue could almost see his tail wagging back and forth, and he smiled helplessly: "First of all, I wish you a successful performance."

The hotel rooms of the two are next to each other.

They went to the SPA together for an hour, during which Qi Lin taught the technician how to follow the muscle lines to relax Jiang Jue's calf and ligaments, and chatted in Qi Lin's room for a while, until it was almost early morning. respectively.

Jiang Jue went back and turned on the computer to check the emails, guessing that the night owl of his assistant was playing games, so he made a phone call.

"Ji Ji?"

"Hey boss?" Overwatch's Biubiubiu gunfight came from the opposite side: "What are your orders? Didn't you hear from Director Wei that you need to process it?"

"I am on May 25, which is Saturday?"

"Let me take a look--" Ji Ji controlled the angel with one hand to fly with the French chicken, and tapped the phone a few times with the other hand: "It's okay, but I have to go back to the United States to visit grandma with Director Bai in two days. "

"You help me book a ticket for Qi Lin's concert, the infield—but don't go too far," Jiang Jue said with some uncertainty, "Never buy a handshake seat."

Qi Lin's concert tickets?

Ji Ji was stunned for a moment, then reflexively glanced at the dynamic wallpaper of Qi Lin's naughty smile on the screen of his mobile phone, and said with a little guilty conscience: "Boss, Mr. Qi has such a good relationship with you...won't I give it to you?"

Jiang Jue was a little tangled in his heart, so he told her anyway.

Jiang Jue doesn't know much about popular culture because he doesn't play with his mobile phone or surf the Internet, and spends his days in theaters and libraries.

In his concept, there is no difference between R&B/death metal/soul style, they are all noisy and loving rock music.

This kind of very loud music is often played on the set, and when I dance, I have to listen to it over and over again from morning to night. Basically, I just want to be quiet for a while after work every day.

Although he really wanted to support Qi Lin... But he was a little worried that he would get a headache from the noise halfway through, and finally slip back to the dormitory to read in front of Qi Lin.

After all, two hours—two hours of sitting there listening to electric guitars and basses take turns bombarding me was a bit like going to war.

Listening to his boss's strange brain circuit, Ji Ji didn't know where to start complaining.

"Boss, I respect your choice, and I will book an infield ticket for you so that you won't be found if you run away." Ji Ji let the angel fall into the well, and began to look through the relevant ticket information: "But Brother Qi is so popular. There's a reason...he sings really really really well."

Jiang Jue was silent for a few seconds: "I feel now that he bought you off."

No, my destiny is Qi Lin, okay? ! !

Ji Ji coughed, pretending to be calm and said, "I'll help you write it down on the schedule and remind you three days in advance."

"There are also flower baskets." Jiang Jue suddenly said something: "He likes... Freesia, to Freesia."

"Monkey! I ordered from the flower shop last time!" Ji Ji remembered something and said: "The information says Brother Qi likes to eat brownies and English puddings, would you like to take him to the shop on the corner of the next block tomorrow?" Brunch, the French cooks set up shop here to make money."

"Tomorrow morning?" Jiang Jue thought for a while, Qi Lin wagging his tail immediately in his mind, nodded and said: "Well, you and his assistants go there to eat, I treat you."

"Boss, you are the best!!"

Qi Lin woke up very early.

He didn't sleep enough, but he was dreaming about Teacher Qin's ugly face.

"Qi Lin - 200 catties!"

"What! Qi Lin actually weighs two hundred catties!"

Qin Yizhu showed a look of pity, and shouted with a loudspeaker: "Qi Lin! Two hundred catties! The fattest in the school!"

Weibo, Douban, and other major platforms began to post crazily. These five words instantly became the hot search of the year, and various weight-loss drugs also began to try to find him to cooperate with them.

"No!!!" He suddenly woke up from the dream, his first reaction was to pinch the flesh on his arms and stomach.

The abs are still there! !Survival certification! !

Qi Lin took off his clothes, covered his abdominal muscles with both hands and tremblingly walked to the scale, and began to think about all kinds of things he ate during the Chinese New Year.

——I lost four catties!Four catties! !

He took a deep breath, and vowed in his heart that he would not lose weight to Baidu Encyclopedia's weight and would not eat meat in his life.

As he turned around to go to the closet to pick out clothes, he glanced at his phone. Jiang Jue sent him a message last night.

"I heard that there is a Brunch shop on Luxe Street. The rose champagne and Yorkshire pudding are both delicious. Let's go together when you wake up?" 』

Brunch, mulled wine, bacon, cheese...

Qi Lin gritted his teeth and thought that I would reject him, I would control my calorie intake, and I would reject him!

Qi Lin, you have to think about how devilish Teacher Qin is in the class, you have to hold on! !

"Okay, I'll see Ov<"

Who said falling in love will make you fat!Unrequited love will make you fat! !

After he picked out an elegant, simple yet handsome British style outfit, a video chat invitation popped up on the PAD next to his homework.

"Uncle Yu?" Qi Lin was wearing a tie, thinking for a long time what kind of knot would be cooler: "Good morning."

"That's right, it's morning over there," Yu Ren greeted and said, "I saw the promotional photo of your concert today, it's pretty good.",

"Hey, Uncle Yu, are you asking for a ticket for a friend?" Qi Lin reacted quickly: "I have a few left in the infield, and I will send you the e-ticket code by mail later, and you have to fill in your ID card to claim it on time. forget."

"My niece pesters me every day to ask about you," Yu Ren lazily said, "The young people nowadays really lack interest in film art, and they all go to chase stars."

Qi Lin raised his smile and was about to make a joke when the doorbell rang in the distance.

"Do you need me to avoid it?" Yu Ren asked casually, intending to chat with him a few more words.

"No, he's a very good friend of mine." Qi Lin turned around and opened the door: "I'm almost ready here, will you take my car later?"

Jiang Jue just came back from the gym, and he still smelled the pleasant scent of bellflower: "The door hasn't opened yet, let me do my homework with you?"

Yu Ren's angle was just enough to see Jiang Jue's face, and he greeted quite naturally: "Is Jiang Jue here?"

"Hi? Uncle Yu?" Jiang Jue greeted with a smile: "Long time no see."

Qi Lin stood behind him and fell into petrification.

"What... do you two know each other?"

-3-

Jiang Jue suddenly realized that he didn't know his identity yet, and was also stunned.

Do you want to... tell him?

These days, Jiang Jue has never told Qi Lin about his parents. One is that the two of them have endless conversations when they meet, and there are too many topics to talk about, and the other... deliberately mentions his family background And parents, it will feel weird.

And the mother and I have not confirmed when it will be made public, so it is not convenient to disclose the news for the time being.

Yu Ren glanced at the two children, but fell into confusion: "No, you two don't know——No, Qi Lin, don't you know who he is?"

"Who is he?" Qi Lin repeated slowly.

Yu Ren looked at Jiang Jue, suddenly realized some problems, forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, nothing, I grew up watching this kid, it's good that you two are friends."

"Didn't you watch me grow up? No, since you and Uncle Yu are so familiar with him, the circles and relationships of the three of us should have intersected." Qi Lin looked at Jiang Jue, thinking for a while. Blank: "Your family is also in the entertainment industry? Why do I have no memory at all."

Director Jiang Sunjiang is in his fifties, and his son is studying abroad, so he has seen him.

Jiang Qingwan is an actor who came out publicly, and the adopted daughter is only four years old...

Other first- and second-tier male stars or directors surnamed Jiang... basically have nothing to do with Jiang.

etc!Could it be that Jiang Jue—he is, he is an illegitimate child!

There are too many anecdotes about one-night flings in the entertainment industry, and all kinds of related matters of fame and family property have been talked about.

Qi Lin took a deep breath, and was given a knowing blow by his genius logic.

It turns out that Juejue is usually so quiet and introverted, the teacher doesn't invite parents to come, there is a reason for all this!

It was because he was an illegitimate child that he matured so precociously. This was a sign of not being pampered before!

He can't go on talking about this anymore!This background must have made him very sad in the past. No wonder he desperately tried to get rid of that family so early on. Maybe his father didn’t recognize him—Jejue can live in my house after graduation!His father doesn't want him, I want him!

Jiang Jue was completely unaware that Qi Lin's train of thought had gone to Java Island. He was silent for a while and decided to confess his identity.

Qi Lin is someone you can trust, so tell him it's fine.

"Actually I am..."

"Needless to say," Qi Lin patted him on the shoulder very gently, and said firmly: "I understand everything, I will always support you, and you can tell me about any difficulties."

... What's the problem?Was the difficulty of being discovered by the media?

Jiang Jue glanced at Yu Ren with some anxiety: "Do you really understand..."

"No need to say more, no need to explain anything." Qi Lin nodded very seriously: "I understand everything."

Yu Ren thought to himself what was the point of this, but he didn't know how the two kids met, so he simply closed the video with a smile.

Sitting in the car, Qi Lin's brain was running at high speed all the way, and it could almost spin like a propeller into the sky.

Jiang Jue might be the illegitimate son of that old director, or the child of that actor—he has a high quality of life, good knowledge and conversation, but he is very introverted and has a delicate temper.

No wonder he reacted so calmly when I showed him Emperor Jiang's signature.

No wonder he has acted in plays for several years and only recently started acting in movies.

It must be that someone in the circle has been stinging him. No, Jiang Huang is very straightforward in interviews and speeches, and he is very nasty about things he doesn't like. Did she mock him in private before? Jiang Jue?That's why he hasn't talked to himself about her?

It was too quiet in the car, Qi Lin coughed, and asked tentatively, "What...how do you see Jiang Yanzhi?"

Jiang Jue was stunned for a moment, and began to wonder how he 'understand', and tentatively replied, "...are you okay?"

Those celebrities who have old enemies also commented in the same way in media interviews.

That's why I don't like it.

Qi Lin nodded solemnly, and promised: "I won't mention her in front of you in the future. Really."

Jiang Jue: "?"

Soon after they parted, school started.

The first class meeting of the new semester was supposed to end with handing in homework and talking nonsense—then Qin Yizhu walked in with a personal weighing scale on high heels in full view of everyone.

Several girls turned pale.

Qi Lin deliberately wore a thin shirt, and even chose thin pants and socks. Although people who are cold can't help sneezing, mosquito meat is also meat.

"...I just gained a catty, and my body fat rate remains the same - 1.8 meters seven, I have maintained a very good weight." Qin Yizhu looked at him and nodded with some approval, and ordered: "Wear more Come on, be careful of catching a cold."

She turned her face, raised her scarlet weight scale at the rest of the class, frowned and said, "You should feel ashamed that someone like Qi Lin who has made his debut and achieved results is so strict with himself!"

"After a year, someone actually gained ten catties? There are more than a dozen who gained more than four catties? Don't you feel guilty after eating!"

Someone sitting in the front row was so scolded that he was about to cry, and couldn't help protesting: "Teacher, it's been said on the Internet that Qi Lin is easy to lose weight, no matter how much he eats, he won't get fat..."

Qi Lin nodded sympathetically: "Yes, yes, there are physical reasons for this."

He didn't go on a four-day diet and dehydration, and he definitely didn't run ten kilometers a day plus strength training. He was in good shape.

Jiang Jue didn't come back, he is now at the peak of filming, and he doesn't know if he slept well at night.

On the other side, Jiang Jue rolled around in the quilt, waiting for news from the director team.

Because Wei Feng and the screenwriting team had some new inspirations for the time being, the script had to be changed accordingly. The crew temporarily brought in the secondary scenes of Group B to direct together, and put the leading role's plot aside for now.

He had just finished practicing the other two dances, and his forearms and calves were as if tied with sacks, and he could hardly use his strength.

Not seeing Qi Lin these days, he couldn't help but turn on his phone again, and slumped under the quilt to read Weibo.

"Fengming Linchu" is written in four big characters with silver hooks and iron paintings. With the multi-angle gorgeous stage makeup, the face is a mixture of youth and youth temperament. Even on the print poster, it looks so good that people can't take their eyes off.

Jiang Jue struggled for a while, but still saved those posters in his mobile phone, thinking that Qi Lin would not find out.

If it is found, it is said to be downloaded by the system itself.

He has now followed the official support club with his trumpet, as well as Qi Lin's personal red V number, and occasionally glanced at the selfies and small videos he posted at a fixed time.

Under the combined effect of the filter and soft light, his face is fair and handsome with a smile, just like the standard male protagonist in a romance novel.

There are countless fans frantically swiping the screen under each Weibo.

Some called Brother Qi Lin, some called my good son is getting cuter and cuter, all kinds of weird titles are madly expressing love.

At first, Jiang Jue thought that Weibo was similar to a blog, and it was used to record life and personal journeys.

But when he gradually became familiar with it in his free time, he realized that the screen-licking party and hahahaha party were almost the mainstream, and Qi Lin did not keep a diary on Weibo, and usually shared various forms of selfies.

When he saw the selfie update for the first time, what he thought in his heart was: 'True narcissism'.

Another selfie, dumbass.

It's still a small video... This time I went to a Belgian chocolate factory to shoot a show, and the whole face still dominates the screen.

He is really narcissistic.

But the mobile phone reminded @qilin every now and then that xxxxx was released, and Jiang Jue couldn't help but click in to see it.

While complaining and poking the big picture to see, sometimes I can't help but like it, and I am still worried that he will find out.

However, the few likes on Jiang Jue's account disappeared among the hundreds of thousands of likes from the huge fan base, and Qi Lin didn't notice any signs at all.

While playing with the phone, a call came in.

"Second answer?" Jiang Yanzhi's tone was slightly subtle: "Have you finally started playing with your phone?"

"Looking at the time." Jiang Jue regained his composure in a second, and his tone was calm: "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to finalize the film appointment I mentioned to you earlier?" Jiang Yanzhi said casually, "I auditioned in July and joined the group in August, so it took less than four months to shoot."

"Mom." Jiang Jue thought for a long time and said, "If I acted opposite you...don't talk about the media's weird speculations, do you think we should make our relationship public?"

Once it is made public, it means that the protective layer that his parents have guarded for many years will be completely uncovered. Not only will his own identity be exposed to the media, but the marriage contract that his parents have hidden for many years may also be exposed.

Jiang Jue has been quite sensible since he was a child, knowing how serious his parents are in this regard and how they care about his own feelings.

"How should I put it?" Jiang Yanzhi looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, stirred the tea leaves and said, "We all look forward to being proud of you publicly."

"But the timing should be yours to choose."

"I've always been so blessed to be with your dad and happy to tell the world I have such a lovely son."

"But whether it's daddy or me, we're all willing to give you the right to choose."

She gave him the script half a month ago.

This is an extremely scheming costume drama.

Jiang Yanxing will play the role of an empress in her twilight years, while Jiang Jue is a prime minister who is obedient and obedient on the surface, but in fact conspires to assist the prince to seize power and usurp the throne.

In the play, one is in their 40s and the other is in their early twenties. They want to interpret the relationship between the monarch and his ministers. The script is not only logical and three-dimensional, but also the director Jiang Sun is a representative and defender of classical aesthetics. Every shot can be done. to the extreme.

"I like this script very much, and I plan to go for an audition." Jiang Jue turned over, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "But, I have always wanted to ask you a question."

"You and Dad...why have you been refusing to teach me how to act?"

Performing this thing is a bit like cooking.

Indeed, at the very beginning, you have to know what tomato scrambled eggs are, and figure out whether the tomato scrambled eggs contain sugar or salt.

But... I have basically learned the popular recipes, and after making the flowing water table without any pressure, I should learn more profound things anyway.

People like parents are all chefs who have participated in the level of cooking such as Wenhui Banquet, Kistler Banquet, and Hundred Bird Banquet.

Why is it almost 20 years old...they still refuse to teach something like experience?

"I've already told you about this." Jiang Yanzhi said with a smile, "I'll teach you after you know it."

"Director Wei said that I acted very well..." Jiang Jue said a little unconvinced: "I have read several, and there is no trace of acting, and there is no problem with the lines."

"What role are you playing?" Jiang Yanzhi continued to smile.

You know very well—

Jiang Jue was taken aback.

I play people I know well.

I am constantly learning about the stage performance styles of various idols, and the roles I perform are also getting to know more and more.

——so this role proves nothing at all.

"If you think you have learned it," Jiang Yanzhi said slowly, playing with the silver teaspoon, "then prove it to me."

"Okay." Jiang Jue frowned, and said in a deep voice, "I will."

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The content was probably that several professors of the music department suddenly sang a song while eating hot pot. They sang "Toast Song" an excerpt from "La Traviata".