It's about to collapse

After breakfast, there is an hour of Mandarin pronunciation training, which is a big lesson for three classes.Everyone walked out of the villa to the classroom converted from the conference hall of the resort, and Peng Zhongren distributed a booklet to each of them.

In addition to the vocabulary collection, the correct pronunciation training booklet issued by the training camp also includes two selected scripts, poems, novel fragments, and two essays each.After all, there is no big problem with the deliberate correction of just reading the words, and the flaws will only be exposed in fragment reading and daily conversations. Therefore, Peng Zhongren called them one by one and asked each of them to choose a textbook for presentation.

In fact, at the level of the advanced training class, the artists are more or less familiar with this kind of training, and their voice and appearance are already very decent.It is said to correct Mandarin, but in fact, it is more inclined to use voice to perform, and to maintain the correct voice during the process of interpretation.

Fragments of fiction are the most read because they are not overly emotional like poems, plays, and prose.Everyone looked at Lao Peng's square face, and chose to be more regular.

Some people read well and some people read poorly.The training camp is not a competition, but an improvement, so Peng Zhongren made corrections one by one.Compared with the inconspicuous problems of front and rear noses and flat tongues of many southern artists, Hibiscus with a flawed accent is not so conspicuous.

He was in the second half of the queue. Now that he thinks that it won't be too embarrassing to wait, he suddenly relaxes and feels weird in his heart.

When it was Xin Yi's turn, Mu Jin spread out the notebook to avoid other people's sight, and compared a number to him.

Xin Yi lowered his head and flipped through the exercise book, glanced at it, and smiled.

Mu Jin's head was swollen by the pampering and teasing that only she could recognize in the smile, and she rushed to the seat in front of her.

The actress next door seemed to have misunderstood something, straightened the bangs on her forehead, and showed him the most charming smile.

However, Mu Jin didn't realize who was next to him at all, he just wanted Xin Yi to look up and see himself at a glance when he was showing.

"Teacher Peng, I'll choose the seventh chapter." Xin Yi spread out the notebook on the podium, adjusted the microphone, and nodded to Peng Zhongren.

Everyone in the audience flipped through the books one after another, and then shouted: "Ah, brother Xin wants to read poetry!"

"This poem is too difficult for me. I can't distinguish between the tip of the tongue and the surface of the tongue. It is very difficult to read accurately."

"And this poem is too plain and short, so it's hard to grasp."

Peng Zhongren obviously didn't expect Xin Yi to choose this poem. He prepared this poem specially for those female stars who said that they could not tell the difference between their tongue-face and tip-of-tongue. He originally wanted to force them to read it.Now that Xin Yi has chosen, he is still a little surprised.

After all, Xin Yi's spoken English is very standard, and Peng Zhongren originally wanted him to read the longest article for everyone as an example.

But Xin Yi chose it himself, so he followed him.Peng Zhongren waved his hand: ""Pretty Girl in the Gallery" isn't it, let's start when you're ready."

Xin Yi spent half a minute carefully reading the poem, making sure that every word became clear in his mind, then closed the book and looked straight ahead.

"Brother Xin is going to withdraw?!"

"Niu is still Xinge Niu. Poetry is the most difficult thing to memorize. To be honest, it feels wrong to miss a single word."

"Is brother Xin looking at me? My mother, if you can't do it, pinch me, my legs are weak..."

Under Xin Yi's gaze, Hibiscus became strangely calm.

He remembered the time when he was in college. At that time, the two of them looked at each other across the street, and Xin Yi's eyes were like this now.

Eyes too thick to melt.

He was actually afraid to look directly into Xin Yi's eyes, because there were too many emotions in them, complicated and tightly intertwined, and finally settled into an extremely deep color, which made him easily fall into that rich color Inextricable.

It's like falling into an abyss, with a terribly empty heart, but still longing for the clear lake under the cliff.

Even if it is smashed to pieces, I still want to drown in it.

His body was still upright, but his heart rushed towards the people on the stage.Xin Yi used his eyes to trace Hibiscus' brows that softened, and said softly:

"Still Life with Vegetables

and you watching it

so quiet. "

Xin Yi read so lightly and carefully.The deep voice spread to every corner of the room through the microphone, making people tremble all over.His eyes are so appreciative and focused, as if in a quiet afternoon, the person he loves stands in front of a landscape painting and appreciates it attentively. This scene has become the most beautiful picture in his eyes.

"The colors in the still life

with its own strength

Tremor. "

His voice was a little higher, but it was still warm and pleasant, but there was a little doubt and a little wavering in that calmness:

"If there is no light

What can they do? "

The sun was so strong that day that it made him drowsy and tired.But the young master opened a pair of clean eyes, which were as tired as him, as alert as him, as lonely as him, but with a color that he didn't have.

Maybe it's naivety, maybe it's desire, in short, it's everything he doesn't have, everything is good.

Those eyes swept over him lightly, and the inadvertent help and uneasiness revealed there made his chest extremely sore.

He wants to protect him, but who can he protect?

The young master was like a ball of light, illuminating the road in front of him unexpectedly, but he didn't have the courage to take a step.She would just look at him quietly, blankly, at him as weak and desperate as a dodder.

Until he was defeated.

"Stranger, I love you

standing so still

in what you are carrying

in the intensity of light. "

Fortunately, he finally took that step.

This is the happiest thing in his life, he holds the only light in his life.

Until Xin Yi stepped down, everyone was still unable to get out of that atmosphere.They are all actors with some experience. How to sculpt emotions has been practiced a hundred times if not a thousand times, but it is not everyone who can carry all the heavy emotions with a steady tone that sees through everything.

Mu Jin wanted Xin Yi to read love poems to him, and she also expected how well Xin Yi could read.

What he didn't expect was his own reaction.

He could hardly restrain his expression, the corners of his eyes were so sour that it seemed as if a hundred tons of liquid were about to roll out.

He turned his head slightly to look at Xin Yi who was sitting behind him, and Xin Yi was also staring at him closely, coaxing something silently with his beautifully shaped lips.

Those four words were repeated over and over on his lips until Hibiscus nodded inaudibly.

He is calling his "Mumu".

He said, "Don't cry. Mumu don't cry."