restless daily life

"You didn't understand the script yourself, you didn't understand the script, blame me?!"

"Is it my fault that you didn't make it clear? Let this waste of hard work all day and night be placed on your grave as a tombstone!"

Bai Ying saw that the mouthpiece of Party B was already in a mania attack, and decisively kicked at the puppet shadow: "This is the ending you want to change! Vulgar! Vulgar!"

"It's really too clichéd and lacks a long artistic conception." Puppet shadow flashed sideways, took out a thin stick from his arms, and flicked the thin stick to turn it into a thin sword, "But we should talk about the mouthpiece, he changed that A few lines, when I sang the background, I felt a sense of disobedience-don't make me sing ugly songs!"

Crackling, bang bang, bang bang.

Miss Christine was lazily basking in the sun: "Meow~"

The head of the wooden puppet broke and flew out amidst the trembling of the quarrel, and Gululu rolled in front of the two spectators.

Messy wigs and sunken and dry faces full of messy scratches are facing them. The fake eyeball on the left has fallen off, staring at the audience quietly and darkly.

Mai Sakurajima: "..."

Really, really nice......?

Angelina: "..."

I don't want to be a superpower anymore, I want to go home.

After the three of them quarreled, they decided to have lunch separately in order to express their ties to each other.

Bai Ying was even better. He took the lunch box, picked up the table legs and hooked the stool and ran away. Mouthpiece could only share the table with other workers, and Puppet Shadow could only find a stone that matched the contour of his butt.

"It's too long to read, why are you making a fuss? Did the mouthpiece scare you? Don't worry, the man with the mouthpiece is a perfectionist terminal cancer patient, and may have a bit of obsessive-compulsive terminal cancer."

Bai Ying scratched the lunch box and said, "For things like props and stages, he really likes to find fault with the eggs..."

Angelina was thinking about the return ticket.

Mai Sakurajima reluctantly accepted the words: "Keep improving is a good thing, he seems to be a very serious and meticulous person."

"Heh, he used to try to make the most perfect stand-in actor—that is, something like a handmade doll, just like today's one."

Bai Ying said deeply: "It took about two months. He completed his masterpiece and showed it to us with great interest. It is indeed a very beautiful doll. Its fidelity, details, flexibility and other aspects can be described as extremely beautiful. Well, the people in the troupe highly praised it, and even the head of the troupe boasted, 'That's right, I'm looking forward to it'."

Angelina cheered up: "Listen, it sounds like a good thing! Everyone is quite united..."

Bai Ying nodded and said: "Yes, we are very united and ready to watch the mouthpiece's joke."

Angelina: "?"

"In the first three days, Mouthpiece was proud and excited, carefully maintaining the doll, just like treating a pregnant wife, for fear of knocking a little bit. On the fourth day, Mouthpiece began to meditate on his masterpiece. The more he looked at it, the more wrong it became. Half a month , Mouthpiece always feels that there is something not good enough in his masterpiece, and he babbles about various shortcomings..."

Bai Ying praised: "One month, Mouthpiece finally exploded. It was a formal performance, he was manipulating the puppet to dance on the stage, and the audience applauded enthusiastically. The restless Mouthpiece felt that the applause was vulgar and stupid, so he interrupted abruptly The performance, from the backstage to the stage, throwing fuel on fire at his masterpiece and laughing and laughing in one go."

Angelina: "...Huh?"

Mai Sakurajima felt subtle, how should I put it... Although she speculated that the other party must be abnormal, she didn't expect it to be so abnormal: "Then what happened afterwards?"

"Because the puppet made by Mouthpiece was so delicate and realistic, the audience thought it was a lunatic who killed people, so they called the police on the spot and arrested Mouthpiece. The police spent a whole day asking, collecting information and replaying, and only after confirming that it was just an idiot did they put He let it out."

Bai Ying shook his head and read aloud: "As soon as Mouthpiece returned to the troupe, all the troupe members looked at him and laughed, and the scumbags shouted, 'Mouthpiece, is your greatest masterpiece gone again?' He didn't answer, but said to the troupe leader' After rehearsing two scenes, I'll be a stand-in actor', and took out the compensation. Bai Yinghua yelled loudly again on purpose, "You must want to act in the highest masterpiece of fire again!", and the mouthpiece opened her eyes wide and said, "Why do you slander me out of thin air like this?" My art...''What art? I saw you burnt your highest masterpiece yesterday and was arrested by the police.', the mouthpiece flushed, and the veins on the forehead burst out, arguing, 'Burn the double Actors don’t burn...art!...Is the matter of artists considered burning?’, one after another is difficult to understand, what’s “removing the old and bringing the new”, what’s “aesthetics” and so on, which caused everyone in the troupe to laugh: inside and outside the troupe Filled with a cheerful air."

In the distance, the mouthpiece responded loudly: "Climb! You are a guy that even cats can't beat!"

Bai Ying said while planing: "In short, that's how it is. That guy's interpretation of the script was wrong, and the puppet used to perform this play made him feel intrusive. He just wanted to kill me by the way when he smashed the puppet. That's all, it's a normal perfect obsessive-compulsive disorder. I prefer to call it the constant commotion of what I can't get, and it's too empty to hold in my hands~"

Angelina seriously thought about buying a return ticket.

"It really has the spirit of craftsmanship." Mai Sakurajima praised, "No wonder Mr. Mouthpiece can control the puppet to make such fine movements. It can not only perform on stage, but also show that some people cannot do it by virtue of its characteristics The tense movements. It is really unheard of to simply pull the puppet with a string to perform, and it is so magical that it is like a superpower.”

Angelina: "Ahaha, yes, yes, it's amazing..."

"Miss Sakurajima." Shirokage said meaningfully, "The so-called being courteous without doing anything, is either adultery or stealing. If you have something to say, you may as well speak up."

Mai Sakurajima clasped her hands together and said with a smile: "This is my sincere words. Whether it is Mr. Puppet's singing voice, Mr. Mouthpiece's manipulation of the puppet, or Mr. Bai's dubbing and performance, they all opened my eyes. The most obvious Undoubtedly, Mr. Bai played multiple roles by himself, and his acting skills without gaps in switching are really amazing."

Bai Ying put away the lunch box, took out a napkin, and wiped the corners of his mouth reservedly: "Where is that..."

Mai Sakurajima: "There is no need to be modest, as an actor, I admire it."

Bai Ying frowned, and said, "I'm asking where my strength is."

"...?"

Mai Sakurajima felt that she might have misunderstood some Chinese culture, so she put up with the behavior of black fans to find fault, and analyzed carefully: "The most intuitive thing is the voice, no matter what age and type of voice can be interpreted, especially if it can be expressed in the form of The way of ordinary speaking is performed in real time, and if you observe carefully, you can further appreciate Mr. Bai's acting skills, whether it is body movements or details of demeanor, because it is only a simple rehearsal, and there is no corresponding costume to give people the first impression, so you have to pay attention to it. Look to find out..."

"Hmm."

Shiro Shadow was very satisfied.

Mai Sakurajima clapped her hands lightly, and said with a smile: "So, is there any corner actor in your drama? I want to try."

Bai Ying rubbed his chin, and said with a little disgust: "Drama is different from filming...Why should I let you participate? Give me a reason that can convince me."

"I'm a famous star, can I bring some popularity here?"

"We're just preparing for a road show. We don't plan to make money or fame. It's useless if you let people from all over the world watch it."

"Does that require a participation fee?"

"Huh? You're insulting art! You really are a spy in the dark entertainment world!"

Where did you come from, the little master of China...

Although he is a weird black fan, but without the adjectives, he is still a black fan in essence. From this perspective?

Mai Sakurajima said sincerely: "If I have shortcomings, I can be severely criticized. If I still fail to meet Mr. Bai's standards in the end, I can also accept the result of failure."

"It seems that you do have a hardworking and motivated heart. If I simply deny it, it would seem unreasonable."

Bai Ying said seriously: "Then let me guide you. If you meet the standard, it's not impossible to let you take the role."

Sure enough, he's a black fan - give pointers?I just want to give pointers.

Mai Sakurajima replied with a smile: "Then thank you, Mr. Bai."

Bai Ying was full of bullshit, full of big guy demeanor: "Well, I'll go to the street later to test your quality and see if there are any deficiencies."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Bai was playing games again yesterday, and today was rehearsal..." Sakurajima Mai asked, remembering the production team that was still on standby, "Is your script finished? I want to look at my part first, How about preparing it in advance and just using it as a test question?"

Bai Ying: "The writing is very smooth, the writing is flowing, the life is endless, the pen is like a dragon, the words are pearls, Zimei is in trouble, the poems rise and fall, Taibai is drunk and sings the world, just like the sages possessed me, the explosion kills the same period as invincible, the script is few It's a classic class that leaves your name. But I have to think about your role, no hurry, no hurry."

Mai Sakurajima: "...?"

There is a subtle sense of contradiction that I don't believe it so much, but it makes me believe it so much.

Angelina lowered her head and ate in silence, trying to be transparent.

Leaving aside the fact that the backstabbing chief was discovered, I really can't say anything about the current situation of black fans vs celebrities...

Yesterday, I followed the officer all the time, except for touching a little script in the crew, I didn't see him touch the pen at all.

Ok……

The officer must have stayed up all night trying to write the script!

Chapter 120: You Are Heartless, Shameless, and Unreasonable

As a mother, I failed myself.

I want my two daughters to have a strong will and a successful start to face life, but I have become the biggest obstacle for them to become stronger.

It's absurd to think about it. My father thought he couldn't inherit the family business, so he wanted to do it himself.I thought that my two daughters could inherit the family business, but they didn't want it. Even Xue Nai, who had expressed her wish, was shaken by it now.

If you fail, you have to face the failure and take responsibility for the failure.

The emotions have been sorted out enough last night, people have to open their eyes to see the reality.

"Yang Nai probably doesn't want to see me, I'm not sure if I can have a calm conversation with her, you should ask her first."

Yukinoshita's mother calls the shots.

No, that teacher's cell phone last night...the other end must be Bai Ying and Goddess Zhong who are listening, Goddess Zhong must have understood the whole picture of the matter, maybe she really doesn't want to see Goddess, but what kind of emotion did she not want to see? It's hard to say clearly.

Yukinoshita's father asked: "Honey, are you sure Yang Nao doesn't want to see you?"

Yukinoshita's mother frowned, a little suspicious of her husband's logical thinking ability, Yang Nao's emotions weren't intense enough last night?If I go to see her now, there is a high probability that it is the result of a bomb, right?Why don't you go find a way first?

"No, I mean..." Yukinoshita's father whispered, "Is the daughter that my wife thinks is really what you think?"

He was obviously deceived by the Chinese Goddess since he was a child.

"That's right, no matter how much guessing and understanding you have, it's not as good as face-to-face."

Yukinoshita's mother was taking out her mobile phone, but Yukinoshita's father signaled her to wait first, took out her mobile phone and made a call: "Well...she is going to come... Teacher, is Yang Nao still there? Just be here...You guys Where? Oh oh... ok... we'll be over right now, maybe 10 minutes."

Yukinoshita's father hung up the phone and reported: "Yuno is drinking in a shop on the east side of the street, and Teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka is still watching her."

drink wine……

Snow's mother frowned, and let out a deep breath: "Let's go."

"Yes!"

Yukinoshita's father thought about it, and thought it would be better not to tell the goddess about what Yang Nao knew about the conversation last night.

After all, listening to some things through the mobile phone is not as good as face-to-face. Compared with worrying about the two goddesses suddenly quarreling, he is actually more worried about the goddess avoiding the conversation.

Now that the Great Goddess has admitted failure, she will face failure directly. If it turns into a cat-and-mouse situation, the problem will have to be delayed.

I hope that the Goddess of China will not run away, let's have a good talk together.

Yukinoshita's father accompanied his wife to the private room at the target location, and at a glance he saw Hiratsuka Shizuka who was holding Yukinoshita Yono on the sofa in a grappling posture.

Judging from the traces around, probably after the phone call, Yukinoshita Haruno was startled to be betrayed by his drinking buddies and tried to escape but failed.

Yukinoshita's father: "..."

Yukinoshita's mother: "..."

"Ah? You two are here, so I'll go first."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's mental state was also not very good, after finally completing the task, she quickly let go of Yukinoshita Haruno, got up and prepared to leave.

Yukinoshita Yoshino caught Hiratsuka Shizuka in a bear hug from behind, and said with his tongue out, "Haha... why are you running? Don't let me run, hiccup~ what are you running for?"

"Hey! Don't struggle, don't pretend to be drunk, your mother will block the door, unless you have the ability to take your mother head-on and rush out!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka rolled her eyes, one sentence killed the opponent's stubborn resistance.

Damn bastard!Damn bastard!The co-author gave Xiao Jing this kind of task, right?That's right, these two guys are working together, he is sure that he will have to drink with Xiaojing in the end!

Yukinoshita Haruno had a headache, and he couldn't figure out whether it was the situation or the alcohol from the hangover that caused the headache.

Sigh...it's really annoying, what should I say?

Ah ha ha ha, it turned out to be a misunderstanding, then let's reconcile our mother and daughter—vomit!

My old lady will never forgive you in this life, get out—hiss!

Damn it!The old man knows his mistake, then hurry up and give me gold coins, and leave me alone in the future—crazy!

"Aunt Jing, dad, get out! Don't you just want me to talk to her? Let me talk! That bastard who killed a thousand knives!"

Yukinoshita Haruno waved his hand irritably.

Shizuka Hiratsuka and Yukinoshita's father immediately left the private room and closed the door behind them.

Quiet.

Yukinoshita Yoshino turned over and wanted to reach out to tidy up the messy clothes, but when he stretched out his hand, he didn't want to tidy up anymore, so he just sat down and picked up the half-drunk wine bottle on the table - just sip a few sips to pretend to be drunk... …

"lay down!"

A loud shout.

Yukinoshita Yoshino saw the angry expression on her mother's face, she was a little confused, and replied angrily, "I said you still want to control me—"

Yukinoshita's mother just walked up with a cold face, raised her hand and swept the table vigorously.

The wine bottles, jars, and dishes left over from breakfast all fell to the ground crackling, and many of them fell directly into pieces.

Rude, violent, inexplicable...

Yukinoshita Haruno was even more confused, and subconsciously glanced at the other party's kimono sleeves that were stained with alcohol and some oil stains—a bit subverting the impression, since childhood, the other party was angry and only smiled and gave pressure warnings. nice, dignified and elegant...

A hand reached out, grabbed the wine bottle that Yukinoshita Yono was holding, and threw it aside.