Drunk Death Dangtu [Original Version]

"I'll listen to some curse words."

"Zhang Peng, a beast, don't think that you are really talented after drinking foreign ink for two years and producing two recognizable plays? You are always coquettish, fuck this and that, but in fact, you are just a little bit strong on the outside and on the inside. Stuff! People who are serious about art are at most poor-pocketed, and he is so cash-strapped that he can go out and let the fields lie fallow for at least half a year!"

Li Qiao sternly said, not enough, come again.

"There are also those who have been instigated as soon as they are provoked, and their brains are squeezed in their crotches?! Have some eyesight, it is not easy for your mother to give birth to you, don't squeeze and go back!"

Li Qiao moved the corner of her mouth slightly, but it was still not enough, so come again.

"The entertainment industry has such an unethical environment. Those involved in the media usually look like human beings, and they will do shit when there is any movement! A mouthful of arsenic and a mouthful of garlic, whoever is caught barking is poisonous and stinky. A word that people listen to! When the big mouth fork is opened, the face is gone, the underwear is gone, one sentence is worth two or two farts, ten sentences even collapsed Badaling, and I didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until they shut up ——Hey! The external hemorrhoids for many years are finally healed!"

"What a mouth mixed with arsenic and garlic!" Li Qiao finally laughed, slapped me on the back of the head, and ordered, that's enough, shut up.

"My lord told me to shut up, so I'll shut up. According to me, it's better to hand them all over to Zhang Bold and beat them up. Take care of these irresponsible problems." I obediently shut up, and then changed Sitting cross-legged, it's not at all easy to play mouth cannons compared to hand cannons. I was tired, so I bent down and put my face on Li Qiao's lap.

My cheeks are small, but my head is round. My hair grows fast at the turn of spring and summer, and now I can see a bluish stubble on my head.It felt good to touch, but Li Qiao touched the back of my head with his hands, so tender that I almost cried.

After being quiet for a while, he suddenly asked, "You like Gu Yao so much, do you know which role Gu Yao won as the first actor?"

"I know, I have watched that movie no less than ten times. I remember that movie is called "Playing with the Wind". In it, Gu Yao played the mentally ill poet Jiuyi. He acted so well that Jiuyi committed suicide I cry every time I watch that scene."

These words are not pretentious. Gu Yao completely played the real poet. He acted out when he was depressed, when he was struggling, when he was lost in money and money, and when the dust finally settled and ended his life—he acted out again. Back to his poetry, back to his heart.

"When I was a student, I wrote some songs, most of which were inspired by Jiuyi's poems. This guy is really an interesting person. In today's words, he is 'standing again and again'. He has been competing with himself all his life. I am struggling with fame and fortune. The script of "Playing the Wind" was written by the great writer and Jiuyi's former friend Zhao Nan. After I read the script, I vowed to get this role no matter what. In order to perform smoothly, I even took the initiative Ask the company for a pay cut."

I was surprised: "But the role was finally given to Gu Yao."

"When I found out that the role was given to Gu Yao, I was so angry that I immediately went to find Leo, the CEO and producer of Huanyu. He talked with me all night. He said that Jiuyi was moving bricks on the construction site in the early days. While writing poems, his experience is completely preserved in the movie. If I appeared in front of the camera with such a sloppy image, my female fans would cry and run out of the theater."

"And at that time there was a rookie named Xia Xiu who was gaining momentum - of course he has disappeared now. Leo told me that Xia Xiu's image is similar to mine, and his acting style is also similar. If I take the risk of transformation at this time, it is very likely I will lose my years of accumulation in the film industry—”

Li Qiao suddenly stopped talking.

I followed his touch, rubbing my cheek lightly against his knee.This looks like a little slave who fawns over his master, but I don't think so in my heart. I suddenly find that this man and I have never been so close to each other. He and I are equal, and we both have a burning ambition.

We are all playboys.

"Mark said that the dance "Taiping" is very difficult. The jumping and turning in it are very skillful. Kira and the others are looking for another dancer, but they may not be able to find a suitable candidate in a short time."

I wanted to scold me for a while, but I was actually talking to myself. The fighting power of Li Qiao's fans is by no means comparable to that of ordinary netizens. The point where it hurts.Only now did I understand that what he was really worried about was not being able to communicate with the audience as scheduled.

"Master," I had an idea that had been germinated for a long time, and I decided to say it after much deliberation, "That German guy is making alarmist remarks, but the dance in "Taiping" is actually not that difficult."

"You know someone who can dance?"

"I know someone who can dance."

"Who?"

I raised my face and looked into Li Qiao's eyes, and summoned up the courage to say to him, "Me."

As soon as the words came out, Li Qiao squinted his smoky eyes and looked at me. His scrutiny was extremely sharp, critical, and lengthy.

I waited with bated breath, my heart beating like a drum, and I saw death as home.

I don't know how much time passed, but I found that those smoky eyes suddenly became warmer and more vivid than ever before. His fingers pinched the back of my neck heavily, and roughly pulled me closer to him.

"You are a fox." Li Qiao praised my cunning calmly, then he lowered his head, kissed my nose lightly, not to lose my face.

I don't even remember how I came home distraught.

I was in a daze, without blinking my eyes. In my room of less than six square meters, I suddenly thought wildly and fidgeted.

I thought that the rigorous and proud German guy Wilton might question it. He even expressed dissatisfaction with me listening to his speech, let alone letting me enter the art stage controlled by him.

Yuan Luobing, what are you afraid of?On the one hand, I am proud, on the other hand, I am sad, on the one hand, I deny myself, and on the other hand, I comfort myself.Although the dancers of "Taiping" should be girls, Mei Lanfang can be regarded as a cross-dresser. When she really takes the stage, can those girls dance as well as me?Their jumping is not as powerful as mine, their flashing is not as quick as mine, they are soft and gentle, but I can be both firm and soft.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally told myself in my heart that the best way to fight back doubts is to dance itself.

Nothing but practice.

So I packed myself as fast as I could, and walked quietly through the living room where my dad was still sleeping, and walked out of the house.

There is such a place in the community, the ground is paved with flat cement, and you can see a large sky above. When the weather is fine, every household will dry their quilts here, and the area is not small.

It was one o'clock in the morning, and the night was extremely beautiful, quiet, and spacious, and the moon hung in the sky like a solitary lamp.

Without looking closely, you won't find the ecstasy of that young dancer.

That young dancer was me.I was in that open space, repeating the same dance steps over and over again, I soared into the air, stretched my arms, jumped, desperately trying to catch the wind that slipped through my fingers.

At five o'clock in the morning, the first rays of sunlight shone on the tiles, and I returned home exhausted, still full of unreality.For some reason, as soon as I stepped into the house, my calf cramped—I staggered and fell to the ground, and immediately rolled into a ball, clutching my legs and grinning.

But the cramping pain brought me back to reality from the wind, as if the soles of my feet were firmly stepped on, and I stopped floating.

After stretching for myself, I got up again, hopped a few steps on one foot, and washed my face in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

Although I danced wildly all night and did not sleep, the morning sun dipped my body, and the young man in the mirror was still shining golden.

The mouth is smiling, the eyes are smiling, and even the bald head is smiling.

I turned and went back into the hall, my dad wasn't awake yet, I shook him off the sofa bed and said, Dad, I can dance again.

My dad pushed me in a daze, turned over, and continued snoring like thunder.

Sitting on the ground and thinking for a long time, I decided to call my old lady.

As I said before, the old lady lives in isolation, her home does not have a fixed line, and after I bought her mobile phone, Fan Xiaoli lied that she bought it by herself and handed it over on her behalf.

After so many years, she has never changed.

At that time, Lao Niangpi was teaching dance to students in a private institution. The institution temporarily decided to suspend classes because other dance teachers undertook commercial performances. All the students who came to learn dance were notified, but Lao Niangpi, who taught the dance, was not notified.It's not that there is no notification, but that there is no contact information, and there is no way to notify at all.Later, Fan Xiaoli told me that she had misremembered the time and thought she had missed the dance class. When she rushed to the dance class, she was already more than two hours late.

Fan Xiaoli said that he was dumbfounded when he opened the door.In the empty classroom, only my old lady Pi was alone.She sat there motionless, with her hands folded on her knees, her back straight and her face calm, like a beautiful plaster statue.

The statue suddenly became angry after seeing her only student, the old lady stood up like a dancer, and said to Fan Xiaoli, come on, let's start.

I don't know if the old lady at this moment is willing to listen to me, I repeatedly dialed her number, waiting for her voice anxiously and patiently.

The bell for the call rang for a long time, and was cut off again the moment it was finally picked up.

I was sobbing on the phone.

I call her, teacher.

Teacher, I can dance again.

In the next few days, I went to the rehearsal room first every day, finished cleaning first, and then started dancing.Every day is also the last one to leave the rehearsal room and go home.I left everything that had nothing to do with "Send Tang" behind me, only the passion and fragrance of my heart dedicated to dance.

Anyway, in a word, even if Nine Heavens Profound Girl competes with me, I will not give up this role.

A celebrity in the film industry much older than Li Qiao was suddenly exposed to cheating. The celebrity was known as a model husband, so there was a thunderstorm, the media diverted their attention, and the so-called anti-Li movement gradually subsided.

I was the first to arrive at the rehearsal room that day, and Skylar was the second to arrive. Seeing that no other actors showed up, he grabbed my arm and wanted to gossip with me.

Did you know that Lee decided to direct "Send Tang" himself. He rebuilt the crew in the shortest possible time, and even found an actor to save the "Taiping" which was so difficult to die.

Yeah?I tried my best to suppress the corners of my mouth that were about to rise, pretending to be ignorant and asking, who is it?

Little monk, don't pretend to be hey, you probably don't know.

really do not know.Grinning from the corners of my mouth to the roots of my ears, I was already planning to confess.

"Ruoxing and Jiujiu knew about it earlier than I did. You are so close to Lee, are you the last one to know about it?" Skylar showed a puzzled look, and then showed a look of admiration and longing, "You should also listen to Lee. I mentioned her name, Yang Yan, she is the champion of the youth dance competition."

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