The days of frying CP with the enemy

Thinking out of surprise and dissatisfaction, I signed the last word of my name. The handwriting on the thin paper is very heavy. I am afraid that if I use more force, the paper will be torn.

He Xingci handed back the booklet to him, "Teacher, are all the people who have signed their names going to learn it?"

Teacher Zhang didn't even raise his head, "Yes, you and Xiao Li go to the car now, I'll come later."

"it is good."

A group of people waited to lead the way for Xiao Li to get into the car. He Xingci was sitting in the special SUV car for the program group. He couldn't help but think of when "National" was filming. Burn two big men with ink.

Pants on pants, shoulders on shoulders.

It was different now, he closed his eyes and leaned against the back seat, chatting with the people in the car one after another.

Xiao Li—Li Sikong, who specializes in Peking Opera, is short, about the position of He Xingci's shoulders, with a pair of aura eyes that are always full of smiles, obedient like a silly child.

He handed He Xingci a pack of dried fruit, "Brother He, are you actors always tired?"

Sensing the movement from the front seat, He Xingci opened and closed his resting eyes, very embarrassed to take the dried fruit, subconsciously glanced at the camera, and hoped that Nanyan would not hit him if he saw it in the future!This was forced on him by others and has nothing to do with him!

He unwrapped the dried fruit, thanked him, and ate his favorite dried mango. "This is all about my duty. I admire you guys who learned Peking Opera. You have worked hard for ten years on stage for one minute and off stage."

Speaking of this, although Li Sikong made a humble and bowed expression, but the pride in his bones couldn't resist, he scratched his head:

"Aren't you the same? It's not easy to memorize lines and act. To put it bluntly, although we have different paths, we are all the same. Not only for the audience, but also for ourselves, for the impulse that I love most in my heart."

He Xingci smiled heartily: "It's rare to meet a bosom friend, you are the second one I meet!"

Li Sikong's starry eyes: "Then who was the first person you met?"

He Xingci paused for a while, emmm, can the name Mo Ran be used? If so, he might need someone to put "protection" on the public screen, so he had an idea:

"Why don't you guess who the first one is."

Li Sikong is a fool, he said whatever he thought in his heart: "Is it Teacher Mo Ranmo!"

What? ?Can you see this?He Xingci was ashamed. He neither denied nor admitted, but said lightly, "Teacher Mo is really a very good actor. I have always wanted to cooperate with him."

The corners of his lips curled up triumphantly, and he smacked out a pure and lovely smile, Li Sikong's eyes blurred, and he was almost fascinated by this smile.

Anyway, the artist's face has been smoothed out a lot in front of the screen. I saw with my own eyes that He Xingci looks better than on TV, and his personality is not as arrogant and domineering as uploaded on the Internet. On the contrary, he is very easy-going.

Those blessed peach blossom eyes can take your soul away just by looking at you a little bit.

Li Sikong looked outside to confirm how many roads there were, and continued, "Mr. Mo's acting is great. I've seen his "Wolf Pack". The role played by Mr. Mo is so cool."

"It's very cool, and I suffered a lot under this coolness. In the summer, I was exposed to the 39-degree sun with my upper body naked, and I was thrown to the ground while sitting on a camel in the desert, rubbed on sharp props, and my arms were cut off. piece of meat.

When filming the last fight scene, I refused to fake a fight, and someone swung it up with a hammer, and my toe was broken. Just like that, I could continue filming. "

The more he talked, He Xingci's distressed and angry emotions staggered back and forth. He raised his head and looked at Li Sikong who was stunned:

"Why do you look at me like that?"

Li Sikong shook his head, "I have no other intention... just want to know, where did you know?"

……

All these news were inquired by him specially, in order to know his every move.

He panicked and prevaricated with a reason: "I... I always read what I said on the Internet, and I occasionally look online."

Li Sikong nodded, he didn't say anything, he knew in his heart that Teacher He didn't want to tell him that's all.

Li Sikong is a die-hard fan of "Wolves". I have watched the movie countless times, and I have found all of Mo Ran's interviews. Mo Ran has never said these things in person. In fact, it is the same. Mo Ran told the program team not to release those The lens is used as a material for "selling miserably" or attracting attention. He is an upright actor, so there is no need to do all these things.

The producers of the show didn't understand at first, they didn't promote it like this, so where did they get the enthusiasm?

In the end, they were wrong. Mo Ran deserves to be the golden spoon of the box office. Even if the early publicity was mediocre, the box office in the later period was directly airborne to the first place at the time, and it is still the first box office until now. There is basically no drama of the same type that can compare to him.

The garden, which is some distance away from the filming location of "Brothers Without No Wind, No Waves", is the place where one of the best contemporary Peking Opera artists stays.

Open the door and enter, the atmosphere can be seen everywhere, people in white training clothes, striding horses in the slightly poisonous sunlight, sweat dripping down their foreheads and necks.

"This is where you train, it looks so peaceful."

The dark red lacquered door is closed, as if isolated from the outside world. Outside the door is the noisy real world, while inside the door is another piece of tranquility and peace.

Li Sikong led him to his master, and opened doors one after another, "Beware of the threshold under your feet, it is very quiet here, no matter how tired you are outside, as long as you come back here, it will be very peaceful. I have never had a home since I was a child. This is my home."

He was picked up by his master, and as far as he can remember, this is his home.

He looks a few years younger than himself, but he has already experienced so much... He Xingci rubbed Li Sikong's head lovingly, "It's okay, Brother He's home will also be your home from now on."

"Hahaha, brother He is really good at joking," Li Sikong squinted his eyes happily, and he trotted into the front hall, "Master! I brought people who are learning Peking Opera!"

Looking at He Xingci, he kept the old-fashioned decoration. In the hall, the person called Master had a white beard and was full of fairy air, like a person who had come out of Jin Yong's novels. He closed his eyes. Eyes rested, motionless, holding a soft sword in his hand.

"Master?" Li Sikong called again softly.

His master remained silent.

Li Sikong was helpless, and took out dried fruit from his bag, "Master, I bought back your favorite dried fruit."

The old naughty boy immediately opened his eyes, "I won't tell you sooner."

He Xingci: "..."

Li Sikong was slightly embarrassed, "Brother He, my master is like this, don't mind."

He Xingci immediately said in fear and fear:

"No, no, as a junior who humbly asks for advice, it's already very rude not to pay the tuition fee. How dare you mind?"

Joats' deep and aged eye sockets were sunken, reflecting the shrewd expression in his eyes. He was holding a soft sword in one hand and eating dried fruit in the other.He looked at He Xingci repeatedly, took advantage of his surprise, and threw the soft sword very quickly. From Li Sikong's perspective, there was even an afterimage.

Unexpectedly, when Senior Qiao came here, He Xingci almost missed, just a little bit, and missed the soft sword.

It was probably the reaction force trained by Mo Ran. One second before the soft sword was about to hit the ground, he grabbed it in time, and before he had time to catch his breath, he had already stood up. He smiled and shook the sword in his hand to Mr. Qiao:

"Almost missed Senior Joe's sword."

Seeing that he finally brought admiration, Choz got up and walked to He Xingci, and patted his shoulder and leg, "The reaction is good, the body is too soft, and the lower plate is unstable. I changed my clothes and went to the yard for an hour. step."

He Xingci was in a trance for a moment, did he come to practice martial arts or learn to sing Peking Opera?

When Mr. Qiao said so, He Xingci obeyed obediently. After Qiaoz left the sight of the two, he ran to the lake in the backyard, and laughed heartily while making a phone call:

"Old Yang, let me tell you, I may have to accept a new apprentice!"

The other end of the phone couldn't believe it, "No way, you are almost at the age of retreat, and you still accept apprentices?"

"Only one! If you harvest, I'll treat you to dinner!"

The other end was refreshed, "Success, I'll take a look at another day, you will definitely be able to harvest!"

It was autumn, but the sun that came up at noon was not just talking.

The zama steps he saw when he came in the morning were all over, and he was going back.

As they passed He Xingci one by one, they looked puzzled and contemptuous.

"Who is this?"

"You don't know yet, there is a program where a few artists come in to learn how to sing Peking Opera, don't you think it's just a joke, what's the use of being popular, he looks like a little boy, can he sing well. "

"Don't say that, maybe he really has two brushes."

"Looking so tender, 20 years old, what are you kidding me about?"

"Let's go, don't talk."

……

He Xingci didn't sound offended. He had no foundation, so it was normal for him to be criticized.

But he must prove that he wants to learn and his determination to learn is no worse than them.

Attitude is what counts.

His hollow fist is more standard.

Li Sikong changed into his training clothes and practiced with him, "Brother He, this way you won't become a different kind by yourself."

"It's a hot day, go and rest for a while, your master only asks me to practice."

Li Sikong laughed happily, "Yes, Master asked you to practice alone, so I am very envious."

He Xingci became puzzled, "Envy?" Whoever wants this blessing.

"Yeah, master rarely guides or orders anyone alone, only those like my brothers and uncles are qualified. It seems that master is very satisfied with you."

The corners of He Xingci's mouth twitched. He didn't feel that Senior Qiao had any praise or satisfaction for him. He didn't want to refute Li Sikong's words:

"Hahaha, it's really good if this is the case, okay, let's stop talking, concentrate on it for an hour, and then go find your master."

"to make!"

Nan Yan sat in the car and went back.

He rubbed his eyebrows and sighed that he could relax for a while, and received a new message in his mailbox.

Opening title: "The investor and the producer about the national idol going home..."