After reuniting with the giant bamboo horse, I became popular [entertainment circle]

At the end of the audience, it was still not revealed who the murderer was and where the body went. When most of the audience came out of the theater, they seemed to understand a little bit, but they were also full of bewilderment.

"It must be the fruit vendor! That character looks abnormal!" Someone said firmly.

"Not necessarily, it could be that female student, maybe the child in her stomach belonged to the deceased?"

"The question is, did someone really die? Maybe even the so-called death is just a round!"

"I think, this drama is actually mocking the audience."

"However, the drama is more interesting than I imagined." This view has been recognized by the vast majority of people.

It's witty, funny, and full of unsolvable puzzles, obviously with an absurd undertone, and it's a market comedy that can make people laugh out loud.

The word-of-mouth of "The Spectator" quickly exploded.

But it is a pity that this kind of stage art, even if it is rare to break the circle, will encounter an unavoidable problem-most audiences cannot buy tickets and watch the scene.

The vast majority of Li Huai's fans can only be greedy for a few stills on the Internet.

The industry's evaluation of Li Huai has also reached a new level.

Whether an actor is competent or not, different positions have completely different evaluation criteria.

The capital is concerned about whether they can make a lot of money. Fans only hope to see their brothers and sisters often, but for those in the industry who really want to make good movies, whether this person is respectful or incompetent, can he be good? The performance of the role is the most important.

Obviously, Li Huai scored well in all aspects.

It is said that an old director who was preparing for a blockbuster film took a fancy to this pretty young seedling.

"Director Hu?" Li Huai confirmed with Lan Xiaoli again in surprise, "The Director Hu who won the grand slam award in China?"

"It's him," Lan Xiaoli smiled mysteriously, "He will come to your performance today, you must not make any mistakes!"

But she didn't know that this was not the first time Director Hu had come.

"That's why you suggested I take this play?" Li Huai asked his agent curiously.

"Director Hu lives near here, and he always likes to watch dramas," Lan Xiaoli nodded frankly, "He is preparing a new drama, and there is a role that is very suitable for you. No matter what, you have to give it a try."

She knew that Director Hu had been preparing for a big drama that everyone in the industry was optimistic about in the past two years, and she had handed over the materials early on. Even so, she couldn't let go of any chance to show her face.

If this scene is played well, maybe the character you fancy will be able to get your hands on it!

Lan Xiaoli took a deep breath, and carefully sat down not far from the director.

At this time, except for Assistant Yang, no one knew that He Xijing was wearing sunglasses, entering the Yicao Theater and sitting in a very remote place.

He took off his sunglasses when he was in the dark.

He deliberately asked Assistant Yang to choose a remote location, a little far from the stage.

But enough—he squinted his eyes slightly, looking towards the stage.

He Xijing didn't notice that there was an audience next to him who looked at him curiously from time to time, and secretly took a photo and sent it to his small group.

"Is this He Xijing!?" She asked in the group.

There will be a reply soon in the group.

"It's too blurry, I suggest you change to a high-definition phone."

"It's not like, this person looks so thin."

"Didn't Xiaoman go to see "The Spectator" today? Wait a minute, did you see it at the theater? Damn it!"

"I also choose to believe that it's He Xijing, who hit +12!"

The demons in the group danced about all kinds of discussions, Xiaoman, who was the only one present, tried to maintain his superficial composure even though his heart was surging.

She was originally a Xili CP fan, and she spent a lot of effort to buy the ticket, but she accidentally knocked a big candy.

Although there are different opinions in the group, Xiaoman dares to swear to his titanium alloy dog ​​eyes that this person is definitely He Xijing with his eyes that have read "Summer" more than [-] times!

But isn't this the big boss on the Internet?Coupled with the previous cooperative relationship with Li Huai, no matter what, you can't sit in such a remote position, right?

Could it be that what was said on the Internet is true, that these two people really had a falling out?

However, the word-of-mouth of "Spectator" has exploded recently, and tickets are extremely difficult to buy. Maybe He Xijing didn't get a good seat? —Forget it, no matter how you think about it, it’s impossible.

Just when Xiaoman was thinking wildly, the lights went out and the performance officially started.

Li Huai's roles in this drama are not many, but the interaction with the audience is definitely the most frequent. Many times, he is just like an ordinary audience, sitting in the auditorium and laughing with the audience , applaud, and occasionally distribute the fruit in the basket.

Xiaoman had done her homework a long time ago, and she had been looking forward to the fruit from her idol for a long time, but unfortunately, her luck didn't seem so good today.

When the drama on stage is at its most exciting, seven or eight actors are like a pot of boiling porridge. They obviously have their own little plans, but the performance is well-structured, and the audience will not feel confused at all.

After a highlight moment as a fruit vendor, Li Huai jumped off the stage again.

The lights on the stage dimmed, and only a follower light followed the peddler closely.

"Some people are arguing, some are crying, and some are asking around. It's really disturbing." He walked alone under the stage, muttering to himself.

"Whether that guy is dead or not, how many people really care? But it's all business."

"Want to buy watermelons? The watermelons that just arrived are very fresh." He turned his face away and started selling them happily again.

Xiaoman couldn't help holding her breath at this moment.

Li Huai stood only two or three steps away from her.

Except for Li Huai's whole body, there was groggy darkness beside him, even so, Xiao Man also keenly felt that when Li Huai passed He Xijing's position, he stopped slightly.

She couldn't help but widen her eyes in excitement.

Li Huaizheng was immersed in the performance wholeheartedly.

No NG, no repeat, although the pure stage performance is more difficult, but also more hearty.

It was like a rainstorm in summer, quietly brewing, and suddenly broke out.

But suddenly, something tugged Li Huai's mind lightly, making him temporarily withdraw from his role.

In the dim auditorium, there was a vague and quiet silhouette, as if trying to hide itself in the shadows.

Li Huai kept performing, but a tiny part of his brain seemed to be poked lightly by a bee's needle.

It doesn't hurt, it's crisp and numb.

His eyes touched He Xijing's body, and then quickly pulled away, the other party obviously felt his gaze, slightly guilty - of course, it might just be Li Huai's illusion.

The performance continued, and everything just now seemed to be just a dragonfly skimming the water, causing ripples that seemed to exist.

"Huh?" The well-known director in the audience was keenly aware of the abnormality of the actor, "The child seems to be a little distracted."

"Isn't it pretty good?" The person sitting next to the director is also a well-known screenwriter. The two have cooperated for a long time and have released many classic works.

"Did you really decide to give him that role?" the screenwriter asked, "There is no problem with the image, but that person's face..."

"That old thing still has no face at all," the director sneered, "But I haven't made up my mind yet, so I ask you to check it out."

"There is nothing wrong with acting," said the screenwriter, "but... I always feel that something is missing..."

Just as Li Huai walked past He Xijing's position, he suddenly turned around again, holding a basket in his hand, and asked condescendingly, "Sir, do you want to buy melons?"

He Xijing was relieved at first, but when he was suddenly exposed to the light again, his complexion looked a little pale.

But he was only stunned for half a second, and a soft and steady smile appeared on his face: "Okay, give me one."

Li Huai was holding the fruit basket, but involuntarily pulled out of his role for a short time: "You don't ask if it's sweet or not?"

At this time, other viewers had already recognized He Xijing's identity, and couldn't help gasping.

you still need to ask?It's so sweet!

He Xijing immediately asked seriously: "Is it sweet?"

Like hitting a ball of soft cotton.

"Sweet and red!" Li Huai said crisply, and couldn't help lowering his eyebrows, as if trying to find something on He Xijing's face.

But got nothing.

The light swept over He Xijing lightly, revealing his handsome face. This man's face is always impeccable, like wearing a mask that never takes off.

Li Huai really wanted to take off this man's mask with all his strength - but not now.

He lowered his head and made a gesture to pick out the fruit. In fact, he restrained his thoughts from running around, and then took a small watermelon and handed it to He Xijing.

The emerald green rind has beautiful stripes of color, perfect like a fake melon.

He Xijing reached out to take it, his slender fingers became whiter under the light, and the outline was extremely beautiful.

Li Huai couldn't help thinking of the time when he peeled the crab shells for himself.

The hand also shook slightly involuntarily, and let go in advance.

But He Xijing firmly caught the little watermelon that fell from his palm.

He Xijing raised his head and looked at Li Huai, the smile on his face finally entered his eyes.

Li Huai turned around and left.

Xiao Man, who was the first to notice He Xijing, almost collapsed on the seat with her heart in her hands.

She just knew it!What I knocked on myself must be true!

That aura just now!Something is wrong!

It's so sweet that my teeth will fall out.

The screenwriter, who always felt that something was missing before, suddenly had his eyes lit up.

"This passage is good and interesting!"

"I'm not very satisfied with this part, it's a bit of a drama again." The director shook his head.

The screenwriter's dialogue drama is not as obsessed as the director, and he didn't see anything coming into the play, just said: "I want Jiang Chenghui, this is the feeling."

"Then it's settled?" The director looked at him.

"It's settled." The screenwriter nodded.

The show goes on.

After Li Huai left, the smile on He Xijing's face completely subsided, holding the little watermelon, acting like a kindergarten kid.

The watermelon was almost warmed by his palm.

No one knows the blood flowing in his body—except himself.

It seems that every cell is clamoring to get closer to that person.

But it's just wanting.

He Xijing sat quietly on the seat, motionless.

This "Spectator" has finally come to a successful conclusion.

The audience left in twos and threes. Although many people looked at He Xijing curiously, they didn't take the initiative to talk to him.

He Xijing put on his sunglasses, got up, and quickly left the theater.

Unlike the calm and breezy look on his face, this man's footsteps seemed as if he was being chased by a vicious dog.

Within a few minutes, Li Huai ran over with makeup still on his face.

But after all, no one was blocked.

Xiaoman was already screaming in her heart.

She dawdled until the last few, and finally saw the scene she wanted to see the most—what was a bit of abuse.

What's even more nonsensical is that a sentence suddenly popped up in Xiaoman's mind: "He runs away, he chases, he can't fly!"

...It seems that the dog's blood is a bit beyond the standard.