Top C-bit love [entertainment circle]

Yes, pick a wine with a lower alcohol content. "

Liu Meng took the order and went.

Song Siwei sat down again, took out his mobile phone from his jeans pocket, clicked on the picture that the developer had given to Chi Xingyan, and looked at it for almost 10 minutes before putting the mobile phone away carefully.

Then his eyes began to drift away, his hands dragged his cheeks, obviously absent-minded, a pair of slightly narrow peach blossom eyes stared at Chi Xingyan, who was taking off his make-up, but his thoughts had already flown out of nowhere .

Seeing his confused expression, Chi Xingyan wanted to ask something, but felt that he should remain aloof and not meddle in other people's affairs like Song Siwei.

So he simply closed his eyes and let the make-up teacher remove all the makeup.

"Did you inherit your eyes from your mother or your father?" Song Siwei came back to his senses and asked casually, probably because he was bored waiting for the wine.

Chi Xingyan opened his eyes: "You really control a lot."

Song Siwei didn't take it seriously, and continued: "I guess it's my mother. My little nephew also has beautiful eyes, which is inherited from my mother."

Chi Xingyan exhaled, stood up, and walked outside the dressing room: "You guessed it right, but you really talked a lot today, can you stop for a while, Uncle Song?"

Song Siwei finally closed his mouth, sat for a while, took out a black peaked cap from his bag, put it on his head, and walked out behind Chi Xingyan.

Liu Meng just came back with a bottle of beer, and the three met at the entrance of the hotel. Song Siwei's eyes lit up a little when he saw the wine, and immediately took out a can and drank it, asking Liu Meng, "Do you want a can? ?”

Liu Meng shook her head again and again: "I won't drink anymore, I have to take care of Brother Xing to get up early tomorrow morning."

Song Siwei nodded: "Then these wines are all mine."

Chi Xingyan listened to what Song Siwei, a drunkard, frowned and walked ahead with a look of disgust, thinking that tonight's "Insane" class was going to be ruined.Song Siwei's mental state is unstable, how can he talk about drama?

Fortunately, Song Siwei was so happy that he forgot about today's task. As soon as he got back to his room, he told Chi Xingyan: "I need to take a shower first, and you should think about the questions you want to ask. Two or ten minutes Then come here with your questions. Also bring the script you can find, let’s go through the plot first.”

Chi Xingyan went back to his room dubiously. After washing up, his hair was still dripping, and knocked on Song Siwei's door with a thick stack of scripts.

Song Siwei opened the door, wearing only a white vest and shorts, a black thin linen cap on his head, and holding a can of beer in his hand as usual. Chi Xingyan looked into the room, and Song Siwei had already killed most of the can of beer. There are a bunch of bottles and cans on the coffee table.

Could this person be drinking while taking a bath?Chi Xingyan complained, drinking so much before going to bed, he is not afraid of being woken up by urinating in the middle of the night.

Uncle Song Siwei ushered him in, closed the door and drew the curtains in one go, opened another can of beer with a snap, and waved his hand towards the sofa: "Sit."

Chi Xingyan looked at the door, then at the window with the curtains tightly closed, feeling strange in his heart: "Why are you closing the door and pulling the curtains?"

Song Siwei took a sip of wine and replied, "The performance may be ugly later, it's not good to be seen by others."

Chi Xingyan: "Oh."

It turned out that I was thinking too much.

Song Siwei took the script from him, flipped through it casually, and after drinking the can of beer in his hand, he probably felt a little hot, so he took off his hat and put it aside, revealing his stubble-covered head .

Chi Xingyan glanced at him, thinking that although Song Siwei's temperament is a bit old, his skull is so perfect and his appearance can stand the test. It is really not easy to hold this kind of death hairstyle.

"OK——" Song Siwei dragged out a slightly frivolous ending, moved a single chair from the corner, and sat down opposite Chi Xingyan across a coffee table.

He stared at Chi Xingyan with sparkling eyes, and said, "Now the first session of Mr. Song's acting class begins, Chi Wanwan, you can ask questions now."

Chi Xingyan rolled his eyes speechlessly, thinking that this person must be a little drunk, he reminded: "It's the second quarter."

Song Siwei was stunned: "Have you reached the second period...it seems to be, oops, don't worry—now the first period of Mr. Song's acting class, Chi Wanwan, you can ask questions."

He repeated what he had just said.

Chi Xingyan was completely sure that he was really drunk when he got here, and there was a dark cloud in his heart, and the sky thundered.

He looked at Song Siwei, who was drunk and didn't know it, and suddenly got a little bit of mischief. He wanted to see what kind of tricks Song Siwei could tell, so he replied very cooperatively: "Mr. Song, I I would like to ask for advice on how to play "Insane". "

Song Siwei thought for a while, then nodded to himself: "Yeah. Desperate - it's easy to act! Come on, stand up, and I'll show you the act."

As he spoke, he walked around the coffee table, took Chi Xingyan's arm, and brought him to an empty place in the house.

"You are a bad person now..." Song Siwei squeezed his two arms together with one hand, "I have tied you up, and I will kill you."

Chi Xingyan nodded: "So I can't move."

"Yes, you can't move. One, two, three wooden people, whoever moves is a puppy hook." Song Siwei said clearly, but the rising end of his voice revealed the fact that he was already drunk.

Chi Xingyan stood still cooperatively.

Song Siwei slowly approached, with one hand like a gun, and his index finger lightly resting on Chi Xingyan's temple, his eyes were lowered, and his slightly narrow peach eyes narrowed into a melodious line.

He raised his eyes slowly, the shadow covered by his eyelashes gradually became smaller, but the light in his eyes was darker than the shadow.

His eyes became paranoid and vicious in an instant, he looked into Chi Xingyan's eyes contemptuously, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, and his voice was low and deep, as if it came from the skull.

"Are you still running?" Song Siwei asked in a low voice, his breath slowly brushing against Chi Xingyan's cheek, the threat was close at hand.

The faint smell of beer on Song Siwei's body mixed with the refreshing smell of shower gel, which was transmitted together with the slight heat from his skin, and lightly sprayed into Chi Xingyan's nose, making him suddenly nervous.

Chi Xingyan swallowed involuntarily.

Song Siwei chuckled softly, his hand still likened to a gun, and his index finger imitated the body of a gun, sweeping lightly from bottom to top at Chi Xingyan's trembling Adam's apple: "Are you afraid?"

Chi Xingyan's breathing was a little urgent, and he didn't dare to look at Song Siwei with a dangerous expression.

As if he could feel his tension, Song Siwei moved his gun-shaped index finger up along his Adam's apple, placed it vertically on his chin, and slowly pushed it upwards forcefully, forcing Chi Xingyan to raise his head slightly.

Song Siwei was only half a head shorter than Chi Xingyan, facing Chi Xingyan's face, so close that the moisture exhaled could be felt through the pores.

He is like a nasty naughty boy, his eyes are full of pleasure after a successful prank, his low voice is as gentle as a raving, but the words he speaks make people shudder——

"In the future, if you run with your left leg, I will chop off your left leg, and if you run with your right leg, I will chop off your right leg. You want freedom so much, but I won't give it to you. If you die, I will hold your ashes in your hands." Hands—I want you to be unable to escape from life to life, and even if you go to hell, you will never be able to escape.”

Chi Xingyan's palms were sweating a little, and his heart was beating a little too fast.

After Song Siwei finished speaking, he still had a smile in his eyes, and stared into his eyes paranoidly and viciously.Chi Xingyan couldn't help but want to escape, so he closed his eyes tightly.

"Huh—" A faint smell of wine came to his nostrils, Song Siwei blew on his face, Chi Xingyan could only open his eyes and look at him.

Song Siwei winked slyly: "Is Teacher Song doing well?"

Chi Xingyan hadn't fully recovered yet, he looked at Song Siwei in a daze, and forgot to answer his words for a moment.

Song Siwei opened his arms that were still together, took a step back, and continued to ask: "Is Teacher Song doing well?"

Chi Xingyan was stunned: "Huh?"

Song Siwei picked up his two hands, and slapped him hard, his eyes sparkling, and his smile bent into two crescents: "Teacher Song's acting is really good, Chi Tenwan admires it very much, chirp chirp chirp! "

Chi Xingyan couldn't take back his hand in time, Song Siwei hugged his two arms and continued to chirp, chirp, chirping with such force that Chi Xingyan's flesh ached.

"Let go—you!" Chi Xingyan pulled his hand out of Song Siwei's with all his strength, and took a closer look, his wrist was so red that this man had squeezed it.

"You grew up eating Dali pills..." Chi Xingyan stared at Song Siwei angrily and said, "Do you practice Tai Chi every day? Your hands are so strong..."

"How do you know?" Song Siwei's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Chi Xingyan in confusion, as if he saw some alien visitor who could know other people's secrets.

Chi Xingyan laughed for a while, raised his red wrist in front of his eyes, and pretended to threaten: "Did you see it? You practiced martial arts for this, you have to apologize to me."

Song Siwei Taohua showed a little apology in his eyes, and pulled Chi Xingyan's hand to his mouth.

Chi Xingyan was startled: "What are you doing, you dare to bite me and I'll beat you up!"

Song Siwei blew two breaths on his arm: "Blow it, it hurts to fly."

Chi Xingyan opened his mouth wide, unable to laugh or cry.

Song Siwei sucked in a long breath, swearing to suck out the surrounding air like a bellows, then he held his mouth for fear of leaking the air, and then blew slowly and long on Chi Xingyan's arm.

After going back and forth like this four or five times, Song Siwei was a little short of oxygen. He held his head and cried, "My head is so dizzy..."

Chi Xingyan finally couldn't help laughing out loud, almost to the point of tears, and heard Song Siwei say again: "I