Red Dust and Sand Sculpture

When Li Xiangfu finished talking with the assistant director, it was already dark.

The phone had been on silent all the time before, and when he got into the taxi, he found an unread message from Qin Jin: [The performance is very distinctive. ]

feature?

After savoring the word carefully, Li Xiangfu raised his eyebrows and replied officially thank you.

All the way was unimpeded, the taxi was driving fast, and the time signal suddenly sounded on the radio.

The tip of his ear moved to capture the time. Not surprisingly, the part of the show about himself had ended at this time. Li Xiangfu checked the evaluation on the Internet and found that he had a place in the hot search.

#master out folk mask male#

The position is high, because the title is long and eye-catching.

There are all kinds of evaluations——

"Dancing skills, leg skills, acrobatics, amazing skills."

"That leg is amazing! At one point I thought he was going to twist himself in the spin."

"It's a bit exaggerated to show off your skills in the audience, but the technical work is rewarded."

……

Li Xiangfu used the name "Mask Man" during the performance, and he also signed up for the trumpet early in the morning.So far, this account has only reprinted a trailer issued by the program group, and the number of fans has grown rapidly after adding certification.

It was exactly ten o'clock in the evening when I got home.

As soon as the door was opened, the noisy sound of the TV was heard, the variety show came to an end, and an advertisement was inserted at the critical moment when the results of the audience's vote were about to be announced.

Because it was recorded and broadcast, Li Xiangfu knew the result early in the morning. Seeing that Li Huaichen and others were sitting in front of the TV with bated breath, it proved that they still cared a little, so he said directly: "I am the 'master' voted for this issue."

No cheers, no congratulations.

After a moment of silence, Li Xichun was the first to get up, turned off the main power of the TV, and the living room was instantly quiet.

"I'm leaving first." Aunt Zhang stood up. She should have returned at this time. She stayed here to watch the show with everyone.

However, the talent show just now made her want to take a quick-acting heart-saving pill.

After Aunt Zhang left, Li Huaichen raised his eyes and glanced faintly: "When did you learn to dance?"

"I used to do flexibility training for the sake of adventure, and I even signed up for the dance club at the university."

After throwing out a few reasons at random, Li Xiangfu changed the topic: "How is the show?"

"Catch him by surprise." Li Huaichen described it in one sentence.

It's like a song with only a climax, which makes people breathless from beginning to end.

When they were talking, Mr. Li had already gone upstairs, and he was too old to be stimulated. Now that he thinks about it, what Li Xiangfu said about that day is definitely not a lie.

Li Xiangfu glanced around, but didn't see Li Shasha.

Knowing the target he was looking for, Li Xichun crossed his legs while playing with his mobile phone and said, "As soon as your show is over, he will go back to his room."

Li Xiangfu nodded, turned around and walked towards the second floor, but didn't look for the system, took a shower and went to bed directly to rest.

He slept very deeply that night. When he woke up the next day, he checked his phone first, and found that with the help of the TV station, the hot searches about the man in the mask had rushed all the way to the top ten.

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Several of the popular comments launched fierce criticism from a professional point of view, accusing the dance of not having a soul and being supported by technical movements.

After a rough scan, Li Xiangfu lay on the bed and murmured indistinctly. In fact, he quite agreed with the evaluation that there is no soul in the hot spots.

The purpose of drainage was successfully completed, and he started the second step of the plan to demonstrate his painting skills.

Li Shasha is just a brick. Halfway through the book, she was suddenly moved from the room to be a photographer.

He is very professional in this respect, but because of the height problem, he temporarily moved a stool to stand on it.

After determining the shooting angle, Li Shasha avoided reflective objects such as the opponent's upper body and glass, and only perfectly recorded the painting process.Of course, for those who don't know how to do it, the focus may be mistakenly placed on those overly beautiful hands.

Li Xiangfu still painted the cactus flower of Xijia.This time, there are no dazzling dance moves, just one stroke at a time, with a particularly focused expression.

Some dreamy elements are incorporated into the pen, the petals are crystal clear, with a little variegation.Just when it was about to finish in one go, the tip of the pen paused slightly, and a vague human face appeared in Li Xiangfu's mind at some point.

At first he didn't take it seriously, it was just a transmission of some kind of inspiration.

As I began to paint the stamens, the face in my mind became clearer, but I still couldn't see the outline clearly, but those eyes were as proud as a nightingale.

It is said that the nightingale has a very wide vocal range. At this moment, it seemed to appear in front of Li Xiangfu as if it had materialized. Its beak moved, as if it wanted to show off its beautiful singing voice.

"Welcome back--"

Nightingale finally opened her mouth, and her almost tuneless singing was cold and shrill.

Li Xiangfu flicked his wrist, lowered his head after being frightened, and found that he had dipped in red ink at some point, and two long red bloodshots protruded from the stamen.

This painting loses the mysterious elegance that the cactus flower should have. At first glance, the stamen part looks like a human face with tentacles.

Li Shasha pressed the recording pause button: "You don't look very comfortable."

"Maybe I caught a cold, my hair is muddled." He took the handed phone and checked the content of the video.

Li Xiangfu's eyes sank when he saw the movement of painting the stamens. Except for the last slight trembling of his hands, the overall movement was very smooth. It was an instinctive painting.

Subconsciously opened the drawer, the card that was sent by courier that day was lying quietly in it, with the writing side facing up:

—Welcome back, my friend.

When I saw the card for the first time, the delicate fonts gave people a feeling of spring breeze.

Now inexplicably creepy.

Li Shasha asked rationally, "Do you want to continue uploading the video?"

After Li Xiangfu nodded, Li Shasha composed the music. The patience of modern people is not very good. He processed the middle part at double speed to make sure that there is no problem to transmit it to the social platform.

After the video passed the review, Li Shasha made him a cup of tea to soothe his nerves.

Li Xiangfu sat on the chair, holding the cup in his hand, thinking about something.Suddenly he rolled up the painting on the table, without thinking about whether the paint was dry, and threw it into the drawer, so that the scroll and the card were locked into a dark space.

I had a headache all morning, the original intention was to go to bed and lie down for a while, who would have thought that it would be two hours later before I opened my eyes again.

The slight tingling was still there, Li Xiangfu sat by the head of the bed and began to read the feedback on the painting.

Li Shasha is very smart in marketing. The background music is very gentle at the beginning, and the instrument used in the middle is the erhu. Just like Li Xiangfu's mood when painting, the gentleness suddenly turns into fear, and the finished product also has a little magical color.

Compared with the effect presented on the stage, this painting is of a much higher level.The focus of netizens' attention is finally not on showing off skills, but on his own talent.

Make sure that the heat has almost reached its peak, and it will be fried rice when it comes to the stage later.After lunch, Li Xiangfu rejected yesterday's assistant director's suggestion of a surprise guest warm-up performance, and began to prepare for the primary selection works.

He is best at ink painting, but unfortunately he couldn't find the feeling of painting on the tablet, so he simply changed to a sketch.

Before uploading the attachment, Li Xiangfu checked his resume for the last time, and in the experience column, there was only a dry line for the title winner of the No. 13 issue of "Master Out of the Folk".

It's shabby, but striking.

Li Shasha said on the side: "The topic is enough, and the video also shows the painting skills. The chance of success is very high."

Pausing for a moment, he was worried: "What if someone pretends to be the masked man?"

Li Xiangfu laughed: "Not everyone will follow the 'heterogeneous way', and those who have award-winning experience would never think of this."

Taking a step back, there really is such a strange thing, he has a contract with the program group, so it is easy to prove his identity.

While patiently waiting for the resume screening, Li Shasha used his identity as a temporary photographer and asked him to make a dessert as payment.

Li Xiangfu's mouth twitched when he heard this: "Strawberry pudding is still..."

The message prompt interrupted the second half of the sentence, and the hand that was about to open the door stopped:

[您尾号*5800的卡于06月13日13：10手机银行转入50000.00元，交易后余额为71519.39元。]

His first reaction was to go to the mobile bank to check the current flow.

Just halfway through the APP download, a new text message came.

Same transaction alert, same amount.

Li Shasha sat on a small bench behind him: "A new type of telecom fraud?"

"I don't know."

Finding out that he still needs to register, Li Xiangfu plans to delay the tossing time a bit, and make desserts to feed the gluttonous cats first.

He had a bad start, and when he reached the stairs, he was stopped by Mr. Li.

"Come with me."

Forced to go to the study, Li Xiangfu thought it was because of Li Xichun's affairs, so he lowered his head to listen to the teaching.

"I'll give you another month's rest, and the living expenses will not be paid for the time being."

"what?"

Li Xiangfu raised his head, making sure he was not joking, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.The old man has always been a one-sided character, but this time he made an exception.

Mr. Li didn't intend to explain anything, but just waved his hand to indicate that he could leave.

While dragging his steps towards the kitchen, Li Xiangfu was still thinking about the reason why the other party changed his mind.

Auntie Zhang was busy in the kitchen, when she heard footsteps, she looked back, saw that it was Li Xiangfu, quickly wiped her hands, pulled him aside and whispered: "Xiangfu, if you are really short of money, Auntie can lend it to you."

"..." Li Xiangfu took a few seconds before making a sound: "Auntie, I have money."

Aunt Zhang said distressedly: "Don't be embarrassed to open your mouth, I also heard about the suspension of your pocket money."

She watched Li Xiangfu grow up, and now she has to risk her life to entertain the public for the sake of living expenses, she feels very uncomfortable.Don't mention how scary those side flips were yesterday.

"No, I'm really..." Li Xiangfu felt a little headache when he found it hard to explain.

But Aunt Zhang's words reminded her that the two sums of money were probably transferred by Li Huaichen and Li Xichun.

...Because he looks pitiful.

The author has something to say:

Li Shasha: I want to be open, maybe they just don't want to see you perform anymore?

Li Xiangfu: ...