Son of the Bone

Jiang Jue looked at his amber pupils and accepted the gift.

"Of course you can make friends. I don't like desserts very much." He tentatively turned around and looked at the girls around him: "Can I pass it on to them?"

The few girls realized that he was referring to themselves, and instantly showed expressions of surprise.

"It's all fine." Lin Jiuguang was very talkative, and waved to them with a smile: "Are you willing to accept it?"

"Wish—will!"

Jiang Jue didn't chat with him a few more words, and turned out the phone after closing the door after saying goodbye.

After meeting Qi Lin, he already had experience in this matter.

As soon as the pronunciation of the three characters Lin Jiuguang was typed out, the corresponding characters were picked out, large close-ups and posters began to load on the webpage, and various related introductions also jumped out——

He debuted as a child star and acted as the child of various old stars in his early years. When he was adolescence, he turned into a leading role and filmed several idol dramas. This year and last year, he played a small supporting role in the movie.

He was also nominated for the Magnolia Award.

When Jiang Jue turned to a certain familiar play title, his heart moved.

He is actually that little prince in "Peerless Feng Hua"... He really grew up, and he didn't even recognize him face to face.

But... why did Lin Jiuguang come here on purpose to squat?

Jiang Jue thought for a while, then called Qi Lin again.

"Do we have telepathy?" Qi Lin said with candy in his mouth, "I just got off the show."

"Let me tell you something very strange." Jiang Jue thought for a while, and continued: "Do you know Lin Jiuguang? He came to make friends with me today."

"Lin—Jiuguang?" Qi Lin looked at the passing scenery outside the car window, and said slowly: "I don't know him well, but I know his boyfriend very well."

"Wait," Jiang Jue frowned, "He's only a freshman this year, and you know his boyfriend very well?"

So at least I started falling in love when I was in junior high school... Is it really not puppy love?

"Well, our family bought his boyfriend's oil painting, and it's still hanging next to the restaurant." Qi Lin bit into pieces of candy, crunching: "He has been in love with his boyfriend for several years...then You are a talented painter, you should be studying abroad now."

It's too much to discount the friendship so well.

"Don't go so far," Jiang Jue rubbed his temples and said, "Why did he bring a cake to wait for me?"

Fan fans or something... sounds too much like an excuse.

Qi Lin thought about it seriously, and said: "Because, you are also a senior now."

Although he is just a sophomore, he is already a senior.

"What do you mean—he came to worship the mountain?" Jiang Jue suddenly regretted a bit. He was too vigilant just now and gave all the snacks to passers-by. It smelled really fresh: "How is his character?"

"It's hard to say." Qi Lin chuckled, and said in a low voice: "This is a short-tempered person. He is very kind to those he likes, and never gives a good face to those he hates."

Like Qi Lin, everything is stable and stable, even if the camera hits his face, he will maintain his self-cultivation.

However, although Lin Jiuguang is young and has no backing, he can't write the word 'forbearance'.

It is said that in the early years, someone in the circle touched his thigh and wanted to take advantage of this kid with resources, but he was stupefied that a glass of Niulanshan Erguotou splashed hot in his eyes for several days.

It stands to reason that such a person who 'doesn't know how to flatter' should not be able to go far, but he was born with a good appearance. He has been weird since he was a child, and he acts like anything.

"I really didn't associate the second prince with him..." Jiang Jue breathed a sigh of relief, and carried the other gifts to the balcony: "He really has grown up, when I used to watch TV, he was only ten years old. The way it arrived."

"In two years, we will be senior seniors. Do you dare to think about it?" Qi Lin lay down on the back seat, thinking of something, and said, "We won't finish filming until the end of February—— The group just started school."

"You can celebrate the New Year with my dad." Jiang Jue said slowly, "He might show his skills and cook a hot pot for the whole crew to eat together."

"Hey? Then I'll help him!" Qi Lin became interested: "I can kill fish!"

Qi Lin has always had a strange hidden attribute, which is to dissect madmen.

Because of learning music and making music, he read it symbolically in junior high school and high school. It is good to be able to go back to take classes for two months every year.

Naturally, I am not familiar with memorizing Chinese documents, and I may not be able to do math problems smoothly. After all, I really don't have much time to practice repeatedly.

But there is only one class, and he is very talented as soon as he takes it up.

——From elementary school to high school, almost all science/biology teachers laughed from ear to ear when they saw him.

Give him a flow chart, and Qi Lin can complete a live fish from slaughtering to dissection in minutes. Not only is he familiar with partitioning and slicing, but even if the teacher asks him to choose which nerve to come out, he can also follow the step-by-step diagram. Pass.

"It's a pity that this kid doesn't want to be a surgeon." The high school biology teacher commented.

Hearing this, Jiang Jue vaguely felt that he might be able to cook a whole roasted lamb with his father.

"You two will have a good time."

When Jiang Jue walked in the acting class the next day carrying his schoolbag, he immediately saw Lin Jiuguang sitting in the front row.

"Brother Jiang!" Lin Jiuguang waved his paw, his eyes lit up like a little leopard: "You are coming too~"

Jiang Jue took three steps back, and then looked at the classroom number.

That's right.

"Jiujiu was pulled by Mr. Qin to listen to advanced courses because of his good foundation." The monitor was just about to enter the door, and explained casually, "Do you know him too?"

Jiang Jue glanced at the boy's light gray colored contact lenses, thought for a while and said, "I guess I know you."

When everyone else sat down, Teacher Qin walked in with a briefcase.

When she saw the two public figures sitting in the first row, one on the left and one on the right, she raised her eyebrows: "Are you back to class after the announcement?"

The PPT on the screen lit up, and various key points related to character creation began to be shown.

The lesson they are learning recently happens to be Ibsen's classic "An Enemy of the People".

This drama not only reflects environmental protection issues and bureaucratic style, but also expresses the conformity and ignorance of the group more vividly and realistically.

Teacher Qin was halfway through the lecture, and looked at the two boys who were writing notes under the stage, then suddenly looked at the other students and said, "Do you want to see them perform a part together?"

Even if she didn't roll the roll, the others instantly understood who she was referring to, and immediately began to whistle and applaud.

Jiang Jue hadn't shown on stage for a long time, and he glanced at Lin Jiuguang when he heard everyone booing.

The boy was not ashamed, and he stood up, looked at the lines and went through his mind again, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Which role do you choose?"

He didn't mean to be afraid at all.

Jiang Jue got up and walked onto the podium amidst more enthusiastic cheers.

"I'll take Dr. Stockmann."

Teacher Qin retreated to the stage and slapped the tabletop with a pointer, the crisp sound was like hitting a board.

Jiang Jue entered the state of a doctor, with a gentle expression and a bit of mockery.

"Maybe you think it's windy here today, put on your hat."

"Thank you." Mr. Mayor glanced at the hat, looked at him and said, "I probably caught a cold last night, and now I am standing shivering."

The moment he got up and put on his hat, he turned around and looked at the doctor fixedly, showing a scrutinizing expression.

That gaze seemed to hint at something vaguely, but there seemed to be nothing.

The doctor showed an arrogant and honest expression, and said unhurriedly: "I think it was very hot last night."

In the next second, the mayor slowly took two steps forward.

As soon as he took a step, the official's aura dissipated.

Steady, slippery, and uncompromising.

"I'm sorry." He lowered his head, but there was no meaning in his tone, but a sense of playfulness: "I couldn't stop those excessive actions last night."

Jiang Jue's heart tightened.

Lin Jiuguang's acting style is completely different from his.

Jiang Jue will blend into the characters, as if pure white paper has been painted with different colors.

But Lin Jiuguang will make the characters more suitable for him - from his eyes to his temperament, he will be tainted with his unique style.

When playing against him, Jiang Jue could feel an obvious sense of confrontation.

The opponent controls the rhythm all the time, even the rhythm of his own lines will be led away by him.

The obvious personal style drives the character's personality, and in the eyes of the audience, everything seems to be a matter of course.

"It turns out that you have been thinking about this for this matter." Jiang Jue turned cold and slapped the crutch in his hand on the table, and began to raise his momentum deliberately: "I have already answered you."

"Really?" Lin Jiuguang showed a childlike look, and said coolly, "At that time, your status was much more secure than it is now."

The two people in this script are constantly competing for the right to speak and the sense of oppression.

But the two people outside the play were doing the same thing.

When Jiang Jue and Jiang Yanzhi played against each other, the characters were subordinate and subordinate, and the ministers had to have the restraint and forbearance of the ministers, and it was impossible to directly lose the face of the king.

But now, he and Lin Jiuguang are at the same level.

The latter is like an opponent who suddenly bared his fangs, constantly seesawing for a more oppressive posture.

At this moment, Jiang Jue suddenly felt that some of his long-dormant abilities were being reawakened.

His expression began to become philistine and ostentatious, and even his whole temperament began to change into that self-willed and stubborn doctor.

"I will never bow my head." He stared into the mayor's eyes and said, "A free person shouldn't be rolling in a stinking puddle like a pig - let alone doing such a scandalous thing that even he would scold !"

"My dear brother," Lin Jiuguang suddenly raised his hand to caress the top of his head, his eyes were full of pity and coaxing: "If you do this, you may end up with nothing."

The students below were gradually dumbfounded.

They felt that the smell of gunpowder between these two people was too strong, and they might really fight later.

Wait—are they putting on a fight, or are they already fighting? !

Teacher Qin was drinking goji berries and soaking chrysanthemums under the stage, watching the excitement was no big deal at all.

Just this one action seems to directly declare control.

He is the mayor, the elder brother of Dr. Stockmann, and the man behind the bureau.

There are some things that will not have results without struggle.

Jiang Jue showed irritated eyes, and said coldly: "Take your hand away."

Lin Jiuguang stared at him, and asked slowly: "What if I don't?"

The next second, Jiang Jue smiled.

He let that hand caress the top of his head, and even rubbed against his palm like a cat.

This action was obedient and mocking, Lin Jiuguang only felt as if his palm had been stabbed, and he didn't let it go or let it go.

With just this one action, the roles of active and passive are reversed.

Jiang Jue enjoyed the feeling of meeting his opponent so much.

Every nerve in the brain is thinking about countermeasures, and all emotions and thoughts are being fully mobilized, as if seeing an opponent who can finally fight to the death.

Everything must follow the lines, and what you say must also conform to the character and plot of the characters.

Every word in the textbook is quickly organized and assembled in the mind, and then transformed into a new sharp sword.

"Mr. Mayor." He said lightly, "You are really the most despicable and shameless villain I have ever seen."

Lin Jiuguang didn't expect that he would suddenly use the lines at the end of a few hundred words to the front, skipping the long dispute and ridicule, and directly throwing out such a sentence.

He showed a look of astonishment, and got stuck for a few seconds.

"Okay," Mr. Qin slapped his hands, "Mr. Mayor is choked, come down and drink some water."

Jiang Jue regained his senses from the confrontation, and glanced at Lin Jiuguang who bowed and was about to end.

The latter saluted him as a knight, hummed a little tune contentedly, and went down to drink Bingkuoluo.