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Grandma Xiaoman returned to Qingyi the next day. When she went, she carried only one light and comfortable nylon travel bag, but when she came back, there were three of them, one carrying two on her back.Peng Xiaoman and Peng Junsong, who went to the transportation management office early in the morning, were startled, saying that your trip to the old man’s family is more difficult than that of migrant workers during the Spring Festival travel. The international consignment fee will cost you half of your pension, right?

The old lady was in good spirits after a night on the plane, she said casually that the two of them had no interest, and said that she couldn't carry it except for the ladyboy with fake ass and fake breasts, and all the things she brought back were good things from Thailand.

In the taxi, there are several treasures on display - a large pile of dried mango, durian, dried pineapple, dried curry powder, a large pile of mint paste, aromatherapy, small silk and small wood carvings, plus two silver bracelets and two crocodile leather wallets, a string of Thai amulets.Peng Xiaoman took a look at the amulet, and almost laughed out loud in front of his mother, thinking that there is an ancient beauty from a domestic page game printed on the plastic. Called the amulet with a big face?

The same world, the same kind of fraud.

Speaking of which, Ge Xiuyin's parents were both members of Yungu Automobile Research Institute back then, they had been writing all their lives, and their family conditions were good, and they were married to Peng Junsong, a Phoenix man.Therefore, for more than 20 years, Grandma Xiaoman has always loved his gentle and quiet daughter-in-law who knows both cold and hot.If you want to blame it, you can only blame God for playing with people, causing her to have a miserable life, suffering from constant illnesses, and suffering so much.When I got home, I heard that the couple would have to go back to Yungu after a short stay. I felt sore for a while. I endured it and happily cooked a sumptuous meal as a reward. At night, I took Ge Xiuyin to sleep on the same bed, and talked to her about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. whisper.

In the past two days, Peng Xiaoman actually wanted to sleep with Ge Xiuyin and smell the inexplicable fragrance of his mother.This kind of secret desire buried in the deepest part of the heart, the Oedipus complex, he felt that every boy would have it more or less.It's just too shameful, and there are masculine dignity at work, so few dare to say it.

Sleeping in the same bed with Peng Junsong always has to be separated by a distance, and it is impossible to get close enough to break through the distance limit. It does not mean that the relationship is tense, but that the relationship between father and son is complicated and deep. trend.The relationship between the two is considered harmonious and there is no barrier. Peng Junsong can love Peng Xiaoman so much that he can shake the fan on the side for him to blow away the mosquitoes and flies at night.

The moonlight in Qingyi is bright and clear, Peng Xiaoman is not used to being next to Peng Junsong, and rarely sleeps well, so he looks at the window edge of the bedroom, where the snow-white brilliance flows like water.

In the past few days, Li Yuan always popped into his mind without saying a word, like a bubble popping out of the water.

In junior high school, romance novels were very popular in the class. I accidentally read one or two of them, and knew that there was such a kind of campus male god written by others.I was able to advance and retreat in a moderate manner and said thank you after receiving the love letter, relying on my height to take a part-time job to buy sneakers, the pig teammate responded to the provocation of the social football ruffian, and the opponent who skipped class and killed the opponent did not leave a piece of paper, and reported to the Internet cafe to open the black hole, Staying out at night is also commonplace.Going in and out of social places will not have the shyness and haste that boys of this age should have.The trivial things in adolescence always pretend to be cool.

Li Yuan, who is used to free-ranging herds, seems to be quite different from her living conditions.Although he is not clear about the people and things he has encountered, his maturity, rationality, and open-mindedness have always been very different from his own.

If it wasn't for such an accidental opportunity like "the family is close", he didn't think he and Li Yuan could become good friends, let alone not even now.Li Yuan mentions and looks at it from many angles, and it is enough to bear the word "excellent", enough to attract more like-minded eyes.And myself, no matter how you look at it, is the same as the passers-by A, B, and C in youth novels, timid and mediocre.Knowing Li Yuan, Belle has a face, with the aura of the protagonist.

But I saw the unobtrusiveness behind the eye-catching person, and saw the confusion of turning his back on him.Where should this unspeakable distress go?If this emotion should be classified into different categories, which unit should it be included in?

Peng Xiaoman turned over and rubbed the pillow.

"Can't sleep?" Peng Junsong said suddenly.

"No." Peng Xiaoman vomited the old and took in the new, and opened his eyes.

"Thinking about something?" Peng Junsong put down the cattail fan and put it at hand. He hasn't slept on an old-fashioned brown silk bed like Qingyi for a long time, and his arms and legs are not uncomfortable. "I hear you sigh."

"Did I sigh?"

Peng Junsong smiled lightly at the ceiling: "Silly boy."

"I'm thinking about my mother." Peng Xiaoman didn't want his parents to know about the trivial emotions in his heart, so he lied: "I wonder if she will be okay."

"It's good, it's good." Peng Junsong is the most qualified to say this. He paused, and answered Peng Xiaoman firmly. He reached over and patted Peng Xiaoman's flat stomach, "I'm really thin."

"I don't have much appetite in summer, and I will definitely grow back when the weather is cold." Peng Junsong's hands were wide and dry, just like Li Yuan's.

It was Li Yuan again, Peng Xiaoman frowned.

"What if it doesn't get better?"

Peng Junsong should have jumped up and turned on the light, picked up his slippers, patted Peng Xiaoman's face and shouted: Hey!unlucky!But he didn't.Peng Junsong knew that Peng Xiaoman loved Ge Xiuyin more than anyone else, and hoped that she could rejuvenate the vitality of her whole body more than anyone else, like a tender willow that will sprout again next spring.Yeye Jinjin has been able to jokingly say such a bad prediction in the past few years because he has already made countless possible assumptions in his heart.

"Go on with your life, if it's not good."

Peng Xiaoman giggled: "Are you planning to find a stepmother for me?"

"Hit you boy, you're talking nonsense." Peng Jun put his hand under the back of his head, first put on a straight face and pretended to be annoyed, and then couldn't hold back a smile.Peng Xiaoman lay sideways beside him, watching the white hair on his temples shining brightly in the dimness, as if it was covered by the silent moonlight outside the window.

"Our generation regards your children as their hope. We can't live without you. There is no way. It's the times and concepts. You are different. You have to live better without us. Your future is ahead of the road, not ours. here."

"..."

Peng Xiaoman yawned, the water beads slid down his temples along his eye sockets, and fell into the pillow.The mobile phone next to it buzzed and vibrated twice, and Peng Xiaoman wiped away the water stains from the corners of his eyes, picked it up, and saw Li Yuan's message.Peng Xiaoman squinted to check the time, and it turned out that it was only 11:30 at night.

Li Yuan: The school's summer cram school starts the day after tomorrow. Do you enroll?

Peng Xiaoman poked the screen quickly, and replied: Report, if you don't report to the old class, you will kill me.Has the address of the make-up class been notified in the group?Where I did not see.

Li Yuan: The Municipal Children's Palace in the south of Century Sunshine City.

Peng Xiaoman: Where? ? ?Have not heard.

Li Yuan replied with a series of ellipses, and then followed up with another: I will take you by bike the day after tomorrow, at eight o'clock in the morning.

Peng Xiaoman smiled at the screen, and sent a huge meme.Turning off the screen of the phone, he turned to ask Peng Junsong if he wanted to go with him to see his teacher's old class that day, and found that he had fallen asleep breathing evenly.Moonlight started from the edge of the window and trickled down onto his face, quietly cutting the dark half and the bright half.

In Lugao's previous years, summer tutoring for the sophomore and junior high school was popular, and it was quite presumptuous and unscrupulous.The year before last, I didn't know whether it was a little memorization or a loss of morality. I started classes for half a month in August and was reported anonymously to the education department.This incident was reported in the news and newspapers. They were called out and criticized, and the education department fined them. It was a good chance that they did not take off the title of provincial demonstration, and the teachers in charge of the class were held accountable.

During that period of time, Lu University and its students experienced a long-lasting "crisis of trust". Students expressed dissatisfaction with the school's unauthorized charging of supplementary lessons to occupy students' free time. micro word.But from the perspective of others, they are all quite reasonable, who has the nerve to blame whom?There is no solution to this.

So Lugao has learned to behave well in the past two years. He applied for repeated orders from the top, but never put himself in danger again from the bottom. He forced students to make up classes during the holidays, but changed the guise of "voluntary registration".The place of class was also moved from the school to an educational institution in a corner of the city, renting someone else's place to do this kind of "illegal and illegal" thing.Last year, it was Qingyi's IELTS training institution, which was a bit too far away. This year, it was a compromise and changed to the City Children's Palace.

On the day of the second and second grades of high school, Peng Junsong did not go with Peng Xiaoman to visit his teacher’s old class. The reason he gave was: It’s a bunch of students. , Forget it, let me call back and thank the class teacher.

Peng Xiaoman feels that his father is talking nonsense, and he understands the secret thoughts of his middle-aged man. In fact, he has the same mentality of being unprepared, shy to attend class reunions, and politely rejecting——you Look at me, I have been in this world for dozens of years, aging so quickly and indecently in the midst of tribulations. Although I am not ashamed of my own life, I am ashamed of your value and teachings back then.

The more strict and old-fashioned a person like his father is, the more he will always focus on himself, and rarely complain about the world, saying that it is all because of the absurdity of fate.

The summer vacation tutoring registration fee is 90.00 yuan, which is a unified price of [-] yuan. If you say more, you can say less. In the junior school, those who don’t show face don’t play with Chinese, and in the junior school, they take the class tasks more seriously and study more difficult. Big physics, four days a week, [-] to [-], learning English on wheels.With such a cruel and inhuman class schedule, [-]% of Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High School signed up in a regular manner, and Su Qi and Gou Zhong Qi were the only ones missing from that group.

Gou Zhong Qi didn't know, that man had always had an idea in his mind, and everyone didn't think about why.On the contrary, Lu Qingyuan was quite puzzled and upset after he signed up, so he approached Zhou Yiqing with a sullen face and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't she come?"

"Hey, why don't you take your head farther away." Zhou Yiqing folded the invoice and tucked it into his wallet, saying vaguely: "I have something to do at home."

"What's the matter?" Lu Qingyuan frowned: "She didn't come during the robot competition and said something was wrong. What's the matter? It's been so long?" The seat distribution of the class is still according to the school's set, Su Qi doesn't report, Lu Qingyuan is almost like a lonely family, he is suddenly uninterested, wishing to immediately go to the treasurer of the Children's Palace to get back the little red hair he just handed over.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Zhou Yiqing teased.

"If you don't have half a dime, there is still a dime." Lu Qingyuan pinched her shoulders with a rather dog-legged face: "Tell me about it."

"Ren Su Qi married you, right?" The Children's Palace vacated a studio on the first floor, installed brand-new tables and chairs for Lu Gao's summer tuition, and the air conditioner in any room was reluctant to turn on, just a three-leaf fan on the ceiling. Rotating, the smell of old paint mixed with the fragrance of ink is fermented in the rising heat of summer.You Kaifeng listened to the commotion, and opened his mouth: "It's like a pervert who always asks about this and that."

The night before You Kaifeng paid the fee, Bai Lai begged Li Yuan on WeChat to bring him a copy of the math holiday workbook that he had completed in two days.The legendary "You write for a month and the teacher writes for a reading" is a piece of shit. To Li Yuan, the level of questioning is equivalent to asking a foreigner to listen to the English listening comprehension level [-], but to You Kaifeng, it is equivalent to calling a foreigner. I went to Shake Music and listened to the song "Daddy's Dad is Called Grandpa", and then asked his father's nephew's seventh uncle who is, heavenly book.

Laughing a lot, Lu Qingyuan listened to the music, rubbed the two leaflets issued by the Children's Palace, threw it hard at You Kaifeng's face, and made a long-range shot: "Shut up and copy you, you idiot! "

You Kaifeng put down his pen immediately, and threw it back with vengeance: "Your family is so stupid!"

With Lu Qingyuan's reflexes, he would be a ghost.He tilted his head, dodged, hurriedly pushed Zhou Yiqing Xuming and others to swarm out of the studio: "Go, go, go, this kid is about to open up! Master Kai, take your time, we'll go first, see you later!"

The scattered shadows of the sun are scattered in the leisurely corridor of the Children's Palace, the light yellow pistils are as soft as the vision, and the cicadas are mixed with someone's low humming, from far to near.Peng Xiaoman came back with a small bag of popsicles, and was stunned at the door: "Where's the fuck? You two are left after you leave?"

"What?" You Kaifeng wrote like the wind, and the handwriting was continuous, like the grass sage Zhang Xu was stuffed with a can of sweet potatoes before he wrote. He glanced at Peng Xiaoman and smiled: "Qizhu Xiaoman, is there any important document that has not been followed?" Have our humble servants ordered it?"

"I haven't returned the umbrella to Zhou Yiqing yet." Peng Xiaoman sat down and wiped off the fine sweat on his lips: "Say it earlier, I bought a bunch of popsicles for nothing."

"Let me have one." Li Yuan turned off the screen of her phone, opened a big fork under her belly button, raised her legs and crossed the "mountains", walked over and lowered her head: "What are you talking about?"

"Chocolate, cream, fruit, and bang bang—" Peng Xiaoman opened his plastic bag and answered him with his face up, but he didn't expect him to get so close, so close that he could almost count his thick black eyelashes: "Ice. "

"Mango." Li Yuan reached out and took an ice factory, looked up, and paused for two seconds: "Don't move, there is something, close your eyes."

Peng Xiaoman was taken aback: "Farewell, I didn't wipe off my eye poo this morning." He blinked, and before he blinked twice, he suddenly felt something fell in, and the ball of his right eye was sharp and painful, and he wrinkled tightly Eyebrows: "Hiss."

"I told you not to move, bug." Li Yuan put down the popsicle to prop up his right eyelid, and bowed closer: "Don't blink, I'll blow it for you."

The temperature of Li Yuan's fingers and the approaching facial features made Peng Xiaoman's heart choke, and his palms felt hot and wanted to retreat.It's a pity that Li Yuan's hand was firmly pressing on the back of his neck, so that he had no way to advance or retreat.Li Yuan quickly blew a moist cool wind, it still smelled a little bit of smoke, and the force was also masculine, not so gentle and gentle, but it passed Peng Xiaoman's right eyebrows, and it still gave him the feeling of soft wind and sweet rain. illusion.

"Did you come out?" Li Yuan asked him in a low voice without letting go of the hand holding the back of his neck.

"It should be, it doesn't hurt anymore." Peng Xiaoman tried to close his eyes, and with a single movement, two lines of clear water beads fell down his face again.

Li Yuan was very angry and helpless, but even his tears made him feel uncomfortable.He wiped it away silently, Peng Xiaoman was startled by his action, opened his eyes quickly, and then reached out to rub it.Li Yuan stopped her from rubbing it: "Unless you want trachoma."

"I rely on the two of you to have sex?!" You Kaifeng glanced at him and was taken aback: "Give me a dream dragon after kissing, thank you."

"Dream your uncle's dragon." Li Yuan let go and stood up straight, her reaction to the word "dabo" was not violent: "Why don't you open your mouth and ask for Haagen-Dazs?"

"Mr. Xiaoman, why are you so anxious to ask for popsicles? Menglong doesn't have Qiaolezi, does he?" You Kaifeng turned the page: "For my lord, my conditions can't be worse than Qiaolezi's."

"Yes, yes." Peng Xiaoman was in a panic, pouted his nose, and flipped through the plastic bag.

"Give him face." Li Yuan turned her head and smiled at Peng Xiaoman, almost giving a comforting look, and said softly, "I'll get it for him."

You Kaifeng put his nose on his face: "I can't move my hands, help me tear off the wrapping paper and hand it to my mouth, thank you."

"I'll pass you the chrysanthemum, do you want it?"

"Damn it, Li Yuan, you'll be a fucking SM in bed from now on, right?"

"Look who it's with, maybe it's you."

You Kaifeng pretended to put his arms around his chest, and with a look of "you stinky rascal", he asked with a deadly smile, "Where are you going with Su?"

"roll."

"What about Mr. Xiao Man?" You Kaifeng raised his eyebrows and winked, very cheap.

Peng Xiaoman choked on a popsicle.

Li Yuan put Qiao Lezi down and reached out to grab the summer exercise book under his arm: "Don't let me take it away, then write with your mouth."

"Hey, don't, don't, don't, don't, Mr. Li, I was wrong, Mr. Li!" You Kaifeng quickly admitted his mistake, and leaned over to prevent him from taking it away: "Are you two waiting? Are you okay? Come with me Just pay the registration fee for Qiyuan, it will be closed in a few days."

Li Yuan and Peng Xiaoman looked at each other, Li Yuan asked him: "You, your parents agree?"

"Agree with me."

Li Yuan didn't speak.

"I paid for it myself and signed up to study and take the exam by myself. I have a relationship with them." You Kaifeng touched his nose, lowered his head and pressed the corner of the book that he turned up.

Peng Xiaoman didn't say anything, he was noncommittal, took a bite of the popsicle, and looked at the creaking three-leaf fan above his head.

Before leaving the gate of the Children's Palace, Peng Xiaoman gave all the remaining popsicles to the gatekeeper in the security room. There is a refrigerator in his small room, if they can't eat them, at least they can be refrigerated.Li Yuan looked at it and said to him, I will split the popsicle money with you. Peng Xiaoman laughed when he heard this, and said that I look poor, can't I even afford a few popsicles?Don't pretend to be a wolf with a big tail, young hero.

Anfeng Building is the only hardcover office building in an old residential building on Mingxi Road. Qiyuan Art Examination Training School hangs a huge poster on the facade of the building, and the consultation telephone can be seen clearly from a distance of 12 meters. .The school rented the No.[-] floor for teaching, and when you get out of the elevator, you can see a long "art examination honor list".The first two or three meters of postings are all art candidates who have won the gold list, the middle part is broadcaster and choreographer majors, and the last ones are acting major candidates, not many.

In fact, looking at the whole of China, there are not many star-making factories like the Lishang Film Academy, and there are not many leaders in the media art category.If you really passed the exam, you can count yourself as a solid foot into the show business circle, with a solid face covered with gold, shining brightly on the lintel.

But every year in the art test, how many rich and untalented, talented but unsightly, and handsome but poor, all have their heads sharpened, playing with various knives, guns and sticks, desperately trying to squeeze in.However, there are only a few extremely expensive certificates.It's not like plopping into the water one by one, shattering a dream in my heart.

You Kaifeng knew very well in his heart that he was walking on a single-plank bridge, hanging over and over again.

"I'll go, Xian Yiting is also here?"

Peng Xiaoman watched and sighed all the way, thinking that Qiyuan is quite awesome, why the students who come out of here are all admitted to the top art universities.At the end, he was taken aback for a moment before suddenly seeing a familiar face.He pointed to a photo on the list. In the photo, the boy had a clean temperament and handsome brows, and he smiled very gently.There is a row of small characters printed under the photo, which says that it is No. 2 in the National Art Examination of the Film Academy.

You Kaifeng followed and asked, "Do you know him? Washing Yiting? Oh shit, he's so handsome, even more handsome than Li Yuan! Then why isn't it called a washing machine?"

Peng Xiaoman rolled his eyes in his heart and flew out of the Three Realms: "...the person's surname is Xian, two points of water, Xian of Xian Xinghai."

"I'm sorry that I'm an illiterate person who insulted Xiao Manjun's IQ." You Kaifeng moved closer, and was stunned after seeing the row of small characters: "The crooked sun is still the second best in the movie! Oh, yo, hurry up and say goodbye, what's the matter?" Sandalwood?"

Li Yuan also leaned over to take a look: "The person is not dead, what kind of incense is sandalwood?"

"We know each other." Peng Xiaoman took out his mobile phone and took a picture of him, ready to go back to show his grandma and parents: "My grandma's uncle's son lives far away from Qingyi, but he is from Qingyi, but he was in junior high school with his father. We studied together at Yungu, one year older than me, in the same neighborhood as our family, and we had a lot of contact with our family at that time."

You Kaifeng raised his eyebrows: "I rely on you to have his WeChat?"

"At that time, no one used WeChat." Peng Xiaomanle: "I didn't add QQ either, so I don't know them very well, and there are quite few contacts."

"That means... this person is quite difficult to get along with?" You Kaifeng asked.

"No, he is very nice." Peng Xiaoman nodded: "It should be said that he is very special, he feels good and has no flaws, that's what I think."

Li Yuan listened and said nothing, tilted her head, and stared at the person in the photo.

You Kaifeng didn't understand his description, and said with a smile, "No flaws?"

"How should I put it, he practices national standard and guitar, whether it is talent, body, character or learning, he is very awesome. He likes his girls from here to the transmission and transformation. No one doesn't like him " Peng Xiaoman paused, wondering if it would be a bit immoral to tell other people's stories: "It's not so good to just die, his father died bravely for a righteous cause."

"Damn, so..." Is it miserable?You Kaifeng bit the last half of the sentence and said nothing.

"But it can't be regarded as his flaw. His flaw is that he likes boys, and he never hides it."

Li Yuan suddenly raised her eyebrows and remained silent, while You Kaifeng was dumbfounded.Stretching his neck and opening his mouth, he glanced back and forth at Xian Yiting's photo several times before he stumbled and asked, "Xi, like boys? You mean... he is, is he gay?"

An inexplicable thin thread was slowly looped around the finger, and it was suddenly pulled horizontally and tightened.

Peng Xiaoman didn't realize much yet, but suddenly felt his heart beating out of order, abnormal palpitations.He was afraid that this was a sign of his own patient, so he let out the old and brought in the new, reluctantly nodded: "Well, let's just say, he is of the same sex—" There was a click, just like the moment before the symphony played, the audience held their breath, calm and solemn, It seems that all the abundant emotions were suddenly squeezed into a narrow bottle, and then leaked out one by one: "Love."

gay.

Homosexuality.

Using two fingers suddenly, the end of the thread did not enter the flesh, and it snapped.

Peng Xiaoman blinked suddenly, took a breath, and turned to look at Li Yuan, vigilant as if trying to make sure of something, terrified and at a loss, dazed and expectant.

Sure enough, Li Yuan was also looking at him, with the same content in his eyes, as if day and night co-existed, from deep to shallow, like stars shining all over.

The person in charge of Qiyuan answered the call at the front desk, and hurried to the reception room with a stack of materials, and put the Gucci bag in his hand on the sofa to apologize to the three: "Ah, I'm so sorry, I just went out to talk to the parents of the students. Something happened, wasting your time!"

You Kaifeng hurriedly stood up and waved his hands: "It's okay, teacher, we are not in a hurry."

"It's okay to understand each other! My surname is Ma, Ma Ke, and you can just call me Teacher Ma from now on. I am the person in charge here and the principal of Qiyuan Qingyi Campus. You are welcome to sit down first, and I will look at the registration form." He sat at the reception desk. At the desk in the living room, he flipped through the folder in his hand and asked, "You Kaifeng? Who is it?"

Ma Ke's eyes swept over the three of them, and when they fell on Li Yuan's face, his eyes almost flashed in amazement.It's a pity that it was You Kaifeng who stood up, his flash disappeared instantly, and was replaced seamlessly by a decent smile.

"I, Teacher Ma, I am You Kaifeng."

Marco looked at You Kaifeng up and down for a moment, put his hands on the table, and the two overlapped in front of the tip of his nose: "It's you, Lugao's science major, the third year of high school, your registration form said that you want to take the performing arts class right?"

"Yes." You Kaifeng rubbed his nose, a little nervous: "I've always wanted to perform, since I was in junior high school."

Ma Ke laughed, he was fat and white but had a braid on the back of his head, his kind eyes were a little uninhibited, he walked to the drinking fountain and poured water for the three of them: "Dream?"

"Forget it."

Quite cheap and foolhardy.

"Have you known about our major beforehand?" Marco brought the paper cup to the small coffee table where the three of them slept, and the three of them thanked him one by one. He shook his head, "You're welcome, you're welcome, be careful, I'll pick it up for you hot."

"Let's make a statement on the vocal stage." You Kaifeng pondered for a while, then looked at Marco: "Performance, lines, vocal music and body shape."

Marco nodded, and asked again: "That's right, these four points are good, so which aspect do you think you have the most advantage in?"

He was full of "Master" all day long, but today he was cowardly, and answered honestly: "One, don't take one, big rubbish."

Peng Xiaoman laughed on the sofa, covered his mouth and turned his head away; Li Yuan didn't intend to laugh at first, but she didn't expect to be ruined by Peng Xiaoman's infection, so she lowered her head and endured it.

"Hey, the most important requirement for the profession of acting is to be graceful and confident! You are not in shape, but your voice is very good. In this way," Marco opened the drawer and took out a folder: "I have a manuscript here. "The Death of Shang Yang" can be regarded as a relatively classic manuscript in the lines of the art test. Come on, I will take you to the practice room. I won't dig out the words for you, just get this manuscript and read it according to your first feeling That's fine, let me see how your talent and comprehension are."

"Ah, ah?!" You Kaifeng opened his mouth and smiled bitterly.

"Don't be afraid." Marco patted him on the shoulder: "Be sure to be confident, or you will lose at the beginning."

Qiyuan's practice room is at the end of the corridor in Zone B on the [-]th floor. There are many classrooms with half-closed doors along the way. From the cracks, you can see students in class, dressed in uniform, or stretching their legs and backs, or rowing in full swing. Author of a collective proposition sketch.Ma Ke turned on the ceiling light in the practice room, and it suddenly brightened, reflecting the huge clear mirrors around the spacious room, and there was a rattling sound when he stepped on the solid wood floor.

"Come on." Marco pulled You Kaifeng to stand in the middle of the room, facing straight ahead, "The manuscript is for you, girls with T-shaped steps and boys with little foreigner, keep your chest up and your stomach in, let go of your emotions and don't hold them in your mouth, you You can read it once, and start whenever you think you can, okay?"

The full-length mirror directly in front of him cruelly reflected his mediocrity and bloatedness. You Kaifeng, uncharacteristically, bowed his head uncomfortably and took a deep breath.Ma Ke walked to the back, stood in a row with Li Yuan and Peng Xiaoman, and whispered softly, "His voice is really good."

"He's a tenth grader in piano, and he knows photography and film very well." Li Yuan added.

"Really?" Marco turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "You can't be judged by appearances. Your physical condition is really outstanding. At first I thought it was you, but it turned out not to be. It's a pity."

"This kind of thing." Peng Xiaoman watched You Kaifeng puff up his chest from behind, "Interest must be more important than qualifications, Mr. Ma?"

Marco was silent for a long time, and after a while, he smiled and said: "This is what everyone thinks. Optimism is universal, but the truth is not necessarily true. It is often difficult to affirm talent when things that can be created are denied. accept."

You Kaifeng took a full breath, sighed deeply, faced forward, and spoke in frustration.

"Strangle him! Stretch him! Use Ma Yang to strangle him!" After a short pause, the end sound echoed, You Kaifeng frowned and squinted, with a slight expression: "Why? Why did my biological father strangle me when I was born?" Kill me? Because the witch said, you are the son of the Five Sacred Mountains, and you are the son of the Five Sacred Mountains. Turn the world upside down? Why not?"

When he spoke, Li Yuan and Peng Xiaoman were taken aback for a moment, and then looked at each other.

"I escaped Ma Yang, who controlled life, and came back alive. I lived for 52 years, 52 years! A person's ambition lies not in his body, but in this era, you have to fight for everything for yourself, even life. Heroes are needed in any era.” You Kaifeng gritted his teeth, took a breath, and then said: “The reason why my reform was successful is because I met such people in this era, this country, and I want to make Shanchuan Shift the world and turn it upside down, let the slaves see the light of day, and make the dignitaries change their faces."

You Kaifeng's voice conditions are indeed fully reflected in this short passage. The opening is high-pitched and bright, like a sharp sword piercing through the blue clouds, and the clouds are scattered, showing the distant mountains and mountains.You Kaifeng's enunciation is actually very standard, although it is not as proficient and natural as big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate, but he does not enunciate and swallow words, and it is also deep and powerful with cadence.

In addition, what is even more commendable is that he did not misunderstand the emotions in the manuscript. Desolation and desolation, arrogance and resignation, and hysterical madness all have some faint signs, which are just right and make people feel that they are not fake.

You Kaifeng quickly jotted down the last sentence, put down the manuscript, put his hands on both sides of the trouser line, stared at the front, as if the surrounding fields were vast: "Listen, they are coming to kill me!"

At the end of the first draft, You Kaifeng rubbed his face, and his breath suddenly slackened. He turned his head and smiled at the three of them: "Don't laugh at me, Mr. Ma, let me read it, it's almost... that's it."

"What do you think of his reading?" Marco was in no hurry to comment.

Li Yuan didn't say anything, just nodded, pretending to be aggressive but expressing her affirmation sincerely.On the contrary, Peng Xiaoman directly gave a thumbs up to express his amazement: "It's absolutely true, he is so imposing, I have never seen such a Kai Ye."

You Kaifeng's eyes were so clean that they looked like water that had been wrinkled by the wind.

Then Ma Ke asked him with a smile: "Before, did anyone affirm your talent?"

You Kaifeng shook his head: "Never."

The loss is quite a lot.

"Then I can tell you very clearly today, classmate You." Marco squeezed his chin, "I dare not say the appearance and shape of the sound stage, but you have the ability to understand the sound and stage. Shape can be cultivated the day after tomorrow , The watch also needs training, but you have such a quick and concentrated grasp of emotions, I believe your watch will not be bad, you are great."

you're great.

A stranger, or even a so-called businessman who earns a living and earns a profit, only 60.00% or even less of a sentence can be trusted.But this man's short affirmation actually made his nose a little sore, and You Kaifeng didn't understand why.He pursed his lips: "Thank you, Teacher Ma."

"You're welcome. I still have a script, "Red Rose and White Rose" directed by Tian Qinxin. If you are not in a hurry, the three of you can work together to make a play together. Let me see how your acting is doing?"

"what?"

"what?"

Li Yuan and Peng Xiaoman tilted their heads at the same time, tacitly agreeing not to.

"Red Rose and White Rose" is the representative work of Eileen Chang of the Shanghai school, and it is widely circulated. Mosquito blood and white moonlight tell a very spicy and realistic love story.Li Yuan didn't want to agree to such a nonsense request at all. He was so young and never had the experience of singing a song at a class party in Dalian. Let him act in a drama and play a romantic drama with two elders?Funny monkey.

Later, he didn't refuse, purely because he didn't want to disappoint Lord Kai.

Marco found a good-looking, well-groomed female classmate from the class next door as a substitute, pushed her to stand side by side among the three of them, moved a wooden bench, and drew an ellipse on the spot: "Okay , now this is not the Qiyuan practice room, but it can be imagined as a theater stage. The situation we simulated is that on the bus, Wang Jiaorui divorced and remarried after cutting off her affair with Tong Zhenbao. Meng Yanli and Tong Zhenbao couple."

Peng Xiaoman's eyebrows twitched, and he whispered: "...the temptation to go home?"

Li Yuan heard it, and almost couldn't hold back.

"Zitong, you are now the holy but dull Meng Yanli." Ma Ke pointed to the girl, "Then You Kaifeng, you and the tall classmate next to you are playing Tong Zhenbao and Zhenbao Yi respectively." "Marco folded his palms and then separated them: "He is one character, but he is divided into two characters on the stage."

"Two Zhenbao?" You Kaifeng looked down at the script in his hand.

"Yes, the biggest innovation of Director Tian's version of Red and White Rose is, first, the change of the background of the times, and second, the black humor. She divided the four protagonists into A and B, the front and the back, appearance and heart, very intuitive and three-dimensional It clearly shows the layers of the characters, and also challenges the audience's concentration." Ma Ke explained, rubbing his palms together and pressing down: "You Kaifeng, your Tong Zhenbao is the character's external character, straightforward and decent, a good son A good husband and a good colleague, with a self-controlled appearance, you should try to grasp this degree yourself, I need to see your understanding."

You Kaifeng nodded.

Li Yuan glanced at the script: "I'm Zhenbaoyi?"

"Yes, Zhenbao Yi, Tong Zhenbao is really greedy and absurd. I hope you don't think this role is bad. Your lines and emotional expressions match You Kaifeng, and you need to be a little bit better."

Peng Xiaoman made a method of elimination, and was taken aback: "I, I play Wang Jiaorui?!"

Ma Ke snapped his fingers sharply: "Yes, you are hot and passionate, the baby's head is combined with the body of a mature woman, Wang Jiaorui, who makes Tong Zhenbao confused and infatuated. But in this situation, you are already married. There needs to be a big change in personality, fat and haggard, a sense of peace and vicissitudes of returning home, seeing Tong Zhenbao you