I became popular after marrying a rebel
Chapter 11
The next morning, Wen Ya met his two contestants in the rehearsal hall, Xiong Mintong and the boy group idol Nie Yuankai who hadn't filmed yet, and went through the script twice with the two of them.
The script is an excerpt from a classic play around the millennium - the beautiful and noble eldest princess has been widowed for many years, and finally decides to remarry, but she still can't let go of her childhood sweetheart husband who fell in love when she was young, so on the eve of the wedding, she made a big hit Under the Xitang, she asked a familiar Taoist to hold a soul call for her, so that she could have a chance to meet her deceased husband again.
Wen Ya's role is a Taoist priest in charge of evoking souls. He doesn't have many lines and tasks are not heavy. He can finish the script after reading it a few times.
Nie Yuankai played the role of the concubine of Bai Yueguang who died young. Wen Ya met him at the audition last time. He was a cute young boy who got the No. [-] and spent a long time. He is a male group vocal. It is said that he has taken acting classes for a while, but his lines Still at the level of reading the text aloud, Goddess Xiong couldn't laugh or cry, the whole process was black.
Practicing like this until noon, Nie Yuankai's lines were still hot, but he was already familiar with Wen Ya, and he hung on Wen Ya and wailed, "What should I do, brother, the two gods have a leg—"
Xiong Mintong stretched out his hand and tore him off Wen Ya's body, "Don't belittle yourself, I chose you in the group because you look smart, and you can't speak well with me around? Little Wen, You go to play in the afternoon, what are you going to... Wen Heyou? Let my assistant take you there, I will take Xiao Yuan to knock down the lines first, and come back tomorrow to take a seat, okay?"
Wen Ya came to assist in the performance, so naturally he would not be uninterested and disturb the two participating actors' running-in time. Seeing this, he readily agreed, confirmed tomorrow's arrangements with Xiong Mintong's assistant, and left the rehearsal hall alone.
In fact, he didn't have much interest in Wen Heyou. After cultivating immortals for 100 years, he didn't like being in noisy places, so he found a small shop nearby.It has been rainy in Changsha recently, the shop is full of umbrellas, the ground is muddy, and Wen Ya's trouser legs are half wet from the rain, his body is clammy and cold, but the beef and rice noodles are delicious and light, overall it is still a very good meal.
In the afternoon, he went back to the hotel half-drenched. When the elevator opened, he happened to meet another assistant of Makino—the round-faced girl. At this moment, she was carrying a plastic bag in one hand, which contained a mouthful of burnt-smelling The electric frying pan was swiping his phone in frustration.
Wen Ya greeted with a smile, "Why did the pot burn?"
The little girl obviously still remembered him, she raised her head, surprised and delighted, "Brother Ya! I, I...I cook for our brother Ye, this electric cooker is so bad, I'm going to buy a new one. of--"
Wen Ya lowered his head and glanced at the electric cooker covered with unidentified dark solids, carefully considered his words, and asked carefully: "Why are you cooking? Can't you go outside to buy?"
The little girl waved her hands again and again, "No, Brother Ye hasn't been losing weight recently, but he is still filming variety shows, and he will be in the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve, and will join the group after the next year. I don't dare to eat too indulgently, so I still have to He is not picky about eating what we cook... The key is that I don't know how to cook, I just learned from the tutorials, I don't know how to use this pot... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Wen Ya thought for a while and asked, "Have you prepared the ingredients?"
The little girl nodded blankly, "I bought it."
Wen Ya took out his mobile phone, "I'm looking for a daily rental house with a kitchen that can be used nearby, you go upstairs and bring down the ingredients, can we meet up in 10 minutes?"
The little girl was stunned for two seconds before she realized, "Brother Ya, do you want to help me cook?"
Wen Ya smiled, "Teacher Xiao Mu gave me supper yesterday, and I've been thinking about reciprocating, so I should give something in return. Let's treat it like borrowing flowers to present Buddha, and borrowing the things you prepared to cook him a meal."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Ya rolled up his sleeves and started working in the kitchen of the daily rental house. He cut off the stalks of crab-flavored mushrooms and threw them into a basin. Is there any taboo?"
The little girl shook her head - it was only then that Wen Ya realized that her name was Xia Xia, "He seems to eat everything, and puts aside what he doesn't want to eat, and doesn't say much."
Wen Ya paused, and suddenly remembered his long wind.
He watched him grow from a thin child to a small boy, and then to a handsome young man, and he cooked for him for ten years, and he was the same, what he liked to eat, what he didn't like Don't say anything about what to eat.If he didn't say anything, he had to keep watching carefully to see which dish he ate more and which dish he ate less, which ingredients were pushed aside, and which ingredients he ate without hesitation.
It's just that Mu Changfeng was born in a poor family when he was a child, and he was dependent on others. It was hard to get food and clothing, so he didn't dare to be willful, and like Mu Ye, he must have been brought up by a wealthy son.
In the final analysis, this cannot be counted as how similar.
Wen Ya smiled wryly to himself, when he thought of his old friend, he felt like he was weightless, floating lightly in a dark vacuum, unable to step on the ground, and unable to grasp the reality, so he had to try his best to drive away his thoughts and stop letting go. Think about it yourself.
He soaked the crab-flavored mushrooms aside, sprinkled some salt in the water, and began to process a bag of fresh shrimps. He removed the heads and backs one by one, and said softly to himself: "It's good not to be picky about food, no wonder you can grow so tall... ..."
Xia Xia grinned, "That's right! [-], the standard height of a male god is not mixed with water! Looking at internal entertainment, except for our wild brother, there are not many who do not use internal heightening... Well, Ya brother does not need internal heightening either!"
Wen Ya was dexterous, and quickly made three dishes and one soup that were light, low-fat and good-looking. Xia Xia helped pack it into a lunch box and asked, "The recording won't start until eight o'clock, brother Ya, will you come with me?" ?”
Wen Ya just wanted to repay the favor, and he was also afraid that if he passed by, someone would catch him later, and there would be side effects, so he said, "I'll go back and read the script more, so I won't go there. I wish you all success in filming."
Xia Xia felt a little regretful, but still said, "Come on, too. We won't be returning to Beijing until the morning of the day after tomorrow. You must call us if you need it."
Wen Ya agreed, hesitated for a while, and then said, "As for the cooking, if Mr. Xiao Mu didn't ask, you don't need to tell him specifically."
Xia Xia asked blankly: "Why can't you say it? Wouldn't that make you a snail girl?"
Wen Ya took off his apron and washed his hands by the sink. After cooking a meal, he still looked refreshed, and said with a smile, "It's not rude to come here. I just said it to thank him for the supper. It doesn't mean that much...Anyway, it's best if he doesn't ask, and if he does ask, you don't have to lie to him."
Wen Ya went back to the hotel in the evening, pulled up the curtains and watched more than a dozen episodes of the old drama that he was about to star in. After watching all the episodes of the Taoist priest's appearance, he wrote a few pages of notes densely.
The Eldest Princess is in her prime, the most beautiful and noble woman in the entire empire. Poets wrote countless poems for her, and painters painstakingly depicted her face on paper.But she was so lonely. This kind of profound loneliness began when she was carried away from her biological mother after she was born, and reached the peak after she lost her lover who had been with her since she was a child.
When the Taoist priest saw her for the first time, she stood alone on a high place with cold eyes, the wind filled her light dress, and the sun wrapped her in gold, making her look like a god and Buddha. From then on, the princess was in his heart God.
His secret desire for her tormented his Dao heart day and night, but he was a cultivator, so he was destined not to be favored by her, so he had no choice but to use the princess' love for her deceased husband with selfish intentions, cast spells several times, and deceive her with illusions. Her eyes made her even more unable to let go, and she still refused to remarry.
He was such a despicable and selfish person, but when he saw that she had the possibility to regain happiness, he finally softened his heart.On the eve of the wedding, he invoked the soul of the eldest princess and reunited her with her childhood sweetheart. After receiving his blessing, he watched her let go and bravely move forward to the next life, and he finally let go of this evil relationship. From then on, he entered the mountain to practice, and he could not come out until he died.
As far as the script of this stage performance is concerned, there are not many roles for Taoist priests, but throughout the whole play, the story line of this character is very complete and clear. There are motives and logic behind every line, and there are quite a few that are worth digging into. s things.
Being so busy until it was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, Wen Ya felt a little flustered and sweated, only to realize that he hadn't eaten anything except for the lunch at noon.He was born with a slender and beautiful frame, and he can maintain a tight and good-looking figure through regular aerobic exercise. In addition, he has a history of hypoglycemia, so he never treats himself harshly in terms of diet, and drinks when he feels hungry. He took a sip of juice, changed his clothes and went downstairs to look for food.
It's just that before the elevator came, I waited for the phone call. The takeaway guy said, Mr. Wen, come down and pick up your takeaway.
Wen Ya went downstairs with a dazed expression to confirm the name, and took the takeaway, only to find out that there were a few bustling exquisite lunch boxes, all of which were still hot roasted birds.
The person who ordered the food was thoughtful and considerate, probably because he knew that late-night snacks should not be too heavy, so he ordered Japanese food.In the lunch box are chicken cartilage, chicken skin, chicken tenderloin and chicken balls, strings of green peppers, tomatoes, strings of rice cakes, and a clear and light soup. It is a meal with just the right amount.
Wen Ya vaguely guessed who sent it, and only thought that Muye was just returning a gift, so he hesitated a little, took a photo and posted it on Moments, with the text "Thank you for the hospitality", and then he ate it calmly.
After eating and tidying up the lunch boxes, he continued to study the script until after twelve o'clock, when the mobile phone suddenly received a new message alert.
A cool cat with sunglasses on his hair sends a message: "Are you finished? Delicious?"
Wen Ya replied: "It's delicious, have you finished recording yet?"
Makino: "No, intermission."
Makino: "I'm starving to death."
Wen Ya:? ? ?Didn't eat?
This is really like being coquettish, and at the end there is a pouted expression.
Wen Ya only thought of him as a young man, and just found someone to complain to, a little soft-hearted, and poked the phone word by word: "Hang on, we'll go eat after recording."
But I couldn't help but feel sorry, thinking that most of the dishes I cooked in the afternoon were cold, and I probably had to waste them, but I owed him another meal, and I didn't know how to pay him back.
Makino was very busy at the other end, probably because the recording started again, until after two o'clock Wen Ya sorted out the script, turned off the lights and went to bed, and didn't come back.
The script is an excerpt from a classic play around the millennium - the beautiful and noble eldest princess has been widowed for many years, and finally decides to remarry, but she still can't let go of her childhood sweetheart husband who fell in love when she was young, so on the eve of the wedding, she made a big hit Under the Xitang, she asked a familiar Taoist to hold a soul call for her, so that she could have a chance to meet her deceased husband again.
Wen Ya's role is a Taoist priest in charge of evoking souls. He doesn't have many lines and tasks are not heavy. He can finish the script after reading it a few times.
Nie Yuankai played the role of the concubine of Bai Yueguang who died young. Wen Ya met him at the audition last time. He was a cute young boy who got the No. [-] and spent a long time. He is a male group vocal. It is said that he has taken acting classes for a while, but his lines Still at the level of reading the text aloud, Goddess Xiong couldn't laugh or cry, the whole process was black.
Practicing like this until noon, Nie Yuankai's lines were still hot, but he was already familiar with Wen Ya, and he hung on Wen Ya and wailed, "What should I do, brother, the two gods have a leg—"
Xiong Mintong stretched out his hand and tore him off Wen Ya's body, "Don't belittle yourself, I chose you in the group because you look smart, and you can't speak well with me around? Little Wen, You go to play in the afternoon, what are you going to... Wen Heyou? Let my assistant take you there, I will take Xiao Yuan to knock down the lines first, and come back tomorrow to take a seat, okay?"
Wen Ya came to assist in the performance, so naturally he would not be uninterested and disturb the two participating actors' running-in time. Seeing this, he readily agreed, confirmed tomorrow's arrangements with Xiong Mintong's assistant, and left the rehearsal hall alone.
In fact, he didn't have much interest in Wen Heyou. After cultivating immortals for 100 years, he didn't like being in noisy places, so he found a small shop nearby.It has been rainy in Changsha recently, the shop is full of umbrellas, the ground is muddy, and Wen Ya's trouser legs are half wet from the rain, his body is clammy and cold, but the beef and rice noodles are delicious and light, overall it is still a very good meal.
In the afternoon, he went back to the hotel half-drenched. When the elevator opened, he happened to meet another assistant of Makino—the round-faced girl. At this moment, she was carrying a plastic bag in one hand, which contained a mouthful of burnt-smelling The electric frying pan was swiping his phone in frustration.
Wen Ya greeted with a smile, "Why did the pot burn?"
The little girl obviously still remembered him, she raised her head, surprised and delighted, "Brother Ya! I, I...I cook for our brother Ye, this electric cooker is so bad, I'm going to buy a new one. of--"
Wen Ya lowered his head and glanced at the electric cooker covered with unidentified dark solids, carefully considered his words, and asked carefully: "Why are you cooking? Can't you go outside to buy?"
The little girl waved her hands again and again, "No, Brother Ye hasn't been losing weight recently, but he is still filming variety shows, and he will be in the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve, and will join the group after the next year. I don't dare to eat too indulgently, so I still have to He is not picky about eating what we cook... The key is that I don't know how to cook, I just learned from the tutorials, I don't know how to use this pot... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Wen Ya thought for a while and asked, "Have you prepared the ingredients?"
The little girl nodded blankly, "I bought it."
Wen Ya took out his mobile phone, "I'm looking for a daily rental house with a kitchen that can be used nearby, you go upstairs and bring down the ingredients, can we meet up in 10 minutes?"
The little girl was stunned for two seconds before she realized, "Brother Ya, do you want to help me cook?"
Wen Ya smiled, "Teacher Xiao Mu gave me supper yesterday, and I've been thinking about reciprocating, so I should give something in return. Let's treat it like borrowing flowers to present Buddha, and borrowing the things you prepared to cook him a meal."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Ya rolled up his sleeves and started working in the kitchen of the daily rental house. He cut off the stalks of crab-flavored mushrooms and threw them into a basin. Is there any taboo?"
The little girl shook her head - it was only then that Wen Ya realized that her name was Xia Xia, "He seems to eat everything, and puts aside what he doesn't want to eat, and doesn't say much."
Wen Ya paused, and suddenly remembered his long wind.
He watched him grow from a thin child to a small boy, and then to a handsome young man, and he cooked for him for ten years, and he was the same, what he liked to eat, what he didn't like Don't say anything about what to eat.If he didn't say anything, he had to keep watching carefully to see which dish he ate more and which dish he ate less, which ingredients were pushed aside, and which ingredients he ate without hesitation.
It's just that Mu Changfeng was born in a poor family when he was a child, and he was dependent on others. It was hard to get food and clothing, so he didn't dare to be willful, and like Mu Ye, he must have been brought up by a wealthy son.
In the final analysis, this cannot be counted as how similar.
Wen Ya smiled wryly to himself, when he thought of his old friend, he felt like he was weightless, floating lightly in a dark vacuum, unable to step on the ground, and unable to grasp the reality, so he had to try his best to drive away his thoughts and stop letting go. Think about it yourself.
He soaked the crab-flavored mushrooms aside, sprinkled some salt in the water, and began to process a bag of fresh shrimps. He removed the heads and backs one by one, and said softly to himself: "It's good not to be picky about food, no wonder you can grow so tall... ..."
Xia Xia grinned, "That's right! [-], the standard height of a male god is not mixed with water! Looking at internal entertainment, except for our wild brother, there are not many who do not use internal heightening... Well, Ya brother does not need internal heightening either!"
Wen Ya was dexterous, and quickly made three dishes and one soup that were light, low-fat and good-looking. Xia Xia helped pack it into a lunch box and asked, "The recording won't start until eight o'clock, brother Ya, will you come with me?" ?”
Wen Ya just wanted to repay the favor, and he was also afraid that if he passed by, someone would catch him later, and there would be side effects, so he said, "I'll go back and read the script more, so I won't go there. I wish you all success in filming."
Xia Xia felt a little regretful, but still said, "Come on, too. We won't be returning to Beijing until the morning of the day after tomorrow. You must call us if you need it."
Wen Ya agreed, hesitated for a while, and then said, "As for the cooking, if Mr. Xiao Mu didn't ask, you don't need to tell him specifically."
Xia Xia asked blankly: "Why can't you say it? Wouldn't that make you a snail girl?"
Wen Ya took off his apron and washed his hands by the sink. After cooking a meal, he still looked refreshed, and said with a smile, "It's not rude to come here. I just said it to thank him for the supper. It doesn't mean that much...Anyway, it's best if he doesn't ask, and if he does ask, you don't have to lie to him."
Wen Ya went back to the hotel in the evening, pulled up the curtains and watched more than a dozen episodes of the old drama that he was about to star in. After watching all the episodes of the Taoist priest's appearance, he wrote a few pages of notes densely.
The Eldest Princess is in her prime, the most beautiful and noble woman in the entire empire. Poets wrote countless poems for her, and painters painstakingly depicted her face on paper.But she was so lonely. This kind of profound loneliness began when she was carried away from her biological mother after she was born, and reached the peak after she lost her lover who had been with her since she was a child.
When the Taoist priest saw her for the first time, she stood alone on a high place with cold eyes, the wind filled her light dress, and the sun wrapped her in gold, making her look like a god and Buddha. From then on, the princess was in his heart God.
His secret desire for her tormented his Dao heart day and night, but he was a cultivator, so he was destined not to be favored by her, so he had no choice but to use the princess' love for her deceased husband with selfish intentions, cast spells several times, and deceive her with illusions. Her eyes made her even more unable to let go, and she still refused to remarry.
He was such a despicable and selfish person, but when he saw that she had the possibility to regain happiness, he finally softened his heart.On the eve of the wedding, he invoked the soul of the eldest princess and reunited her with her childhood sweetheart. After receiving his blessing, he watched her let go and bravely move forward to the next life, and he finally let go of this evil relationship. From then on, he entered the mountain to practice, and he could not come out until he died.
As far as the script of this stage performance is concerned, there are not many roles for Taoist priests, but throughout the whole play, the story line of this character is very complete and clear. There are motives and logic behind every line, and there are quite a few that are worth digging into. s things.
Being so busy until it was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, Wen Ya felt a little flustered and sweated, only to realize that he hadn't eaten anything except for the lunch at noon.He was born with a slender and beautiful frame, and he can maintain a tight and good-looking figure through regular aerobic exercise. In addition, he has a history of hypoglycemia, so he never treats himself harshly in terms of diet, and drinks when he feels hungry. He took a sip of juice, changed his clothes and went downstairs to look for food.
It's just that before the elevator came, I waited for the phone call. The takeaway guy said, Mr. Wen, come down and pick up your takeaway.
Wen Ya went downstairs with a dazed expression to confirm the name, and took the takeaway, only to find out that there were a few bustling exquisite lunch boxes, all of which were still hot roasted birds.
The person who ordered the food was thoughtful and considerate, probably because he knew that late-night snacks should not be too heavy, so he ordered Japanese food.In the lunch box are chicken cartilage, chicken skin, chicken tenderloin and chicken balls, strings of green peppers, tomatoes, strings of rice cakes, and a clear and light soup. It is a meal with just the right amount.
Wen Ya vaguely guessed who sent it, and only thought that Muye was just returning a gift, so he hesitated a little, took a photo and posted it on Moments, with the text "Thank you for the hospitality", and then he ate it calmly.
After eating and tidying up the lunch boxes, he continued to study the script until after twelve o'clock, when the mobile phone suddenly received a new message alert.
A cool cat with sunglasses on his hair sends a message: "Are you finished? Delicious?"
Wen Ya replied: "It's delicious, have you finished recording yet?"
Makino: "No, intermission."
Makino: "I'm starving to death."
Wen Ya:? ? ?Didn't eat?
This is really like being coquettish, and at the end there is a pouted expression.
Wen Ya only thought of him as a young man, and just found someone to complain to, a little soft-hearted, and poked the phone word by word: "Hang on, we'll go eat after recording."
But I couldn't help but feel sorry, thinking that most of the dishes I cooked in the afternoon were cold, and I probably had to waste them, but I owed him another meal, and I didn't know how to pay him back.
Makino was very busy at the other end, probably because the recording started again, until after two o'clock Wen Ya sorted out the script, turned off the lights and went to bed, and didn't come back.
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