After realizing that I am beautiful [Rebirth]

Liang Shuxing was so painful that his temples twitched. Given that there are so many people around, he didn't have an attack, he just smiled awkwardly, "It's a little bit."

"That's not enough," Qi Lin stood and stretched his waist, "If you still feel pain at this level, it's better to apply a hot compress."

"By the way, where do you want to be right?" Qi Lin stared at the script in his hand, in which he was just a green tea with no brains, while Liang Shuxing's character on the other side was much more likable, honest and loyal, and even angry. Tear green tea, and the lines and characters are fuller.

Whoever plays his role can guarantee that his reputation will not be bad.

"That's it," Liang Shuxing pointed to the passage, "This child's play has a lot of conflicts, I don't think it's easy to handle."

Qilin looked in the direction he pointed, and then asked, "Are you sure?"

"What's wrong?" Liang Shuxing asked, "Is there something wrong with this paragraph?"

Qilin didn't think that Liang Shuxing would not be able to see how deliberate this passage was, and now Liang Shuxing pointed at his nose and said to come over and let me slap him.

In the script, the real names of the participating programs are used, which is convenient for the audience to distinguish.

And there is another point, once you use your own name to act here, there are many audiences who can't go out. Once the role has a negative impact, it is actually not easy to eliminate this visual deviation in the short term.

The episode that Liang Shuxing happened to choose was the episode where Qilin steals the real attack and is slapped by the master after being caught.

The pointing is obvious, just want to slap.

"I'll look for a seat, and I'll do well later," Liang Shuxing clasped his hands together, looking extremely apologetic.

"No need," Qi Lin sat upright and looked at him, "If you want to fight, you can fight for real. No matter how you look at it, borrowing a seat is fake."

Liang Shuxing looked up at him suddenly, seemed a little surprised, and smiled, "Are you sure?"

"Okay, let's start now," Qi Lin changed the topic quickly, and opened his mouth with a different spirit, "I don't think acting can be perfunctory," Qi Lin began to answer the above lines in a slightly awkward tone,

"Isn't it, bitch?"

"You—" Liang Shuxing's emotions were driven by Qi Lin, and he almost scolded him when he realized that this was a line.

Those who were lying on the sofa facing the script saw the movement here, and unconsciously looked here.

The play has already begun.

"You're so cheap, you sneak into other people's house, you still have face?" Liang Shuxing sat on the chair with his back straight, raised his head to Qi Lin who was standing beside him, and was full of sarcasm.

His emotions came quickly.

When this sentence sounded, the surrounding people began to sit and look there, because it was too tearful and forced.

Qi Lin stood with his temperament intact. He turned half a circle, and there was no such thing as guilt on his face. In fact, the voices of the two of them were not loud, but the depressive conduction in it was quite contagious.

"Qilin," Liang Shuxing said in a deep voice, fixed his eyes on Qilin, biting his voice hard,

"Don't be too shameless."

After speaking, there was no movement between the two, and it turned into a more depressed emotion.

In other words, no one can tell whether it is an act or a real thing now.

"That—" Someone next to him wanted to interrupt, but Qi Lin happily said first, "Who are you talking about?"

Every word here is a line.

Further down should be a slap.

But no one had time to move, and they saw someone coming down from upstairs.

"It's so lively," the voice came down, and the group of people below all looked up, and then they were all confused.

Who is this old lady?

The old lady was wearing a dark green cardigan coat with a turtleneck knitted sweater inside, probably because she was afraid of the cold, and the fur collar, which was not too fluffy, was curled up around her neck, and the direction of the two brown glass glasses was downstairs Qi Lin and Liang Shuxing are playing opposite each other.

"Why are you looking at me, you should continue," she walked down slowly, holding on to the railing with one hand, and gathered her sweater with the other hand, "I remember correctly, it's time to slap me. "

She walked slowly and spoke slowly, and when they got downstairs, everyone realized that they looked at the old lady walking down in a daze.

She came over and patted Qi Lin on the shoulder, found the sofa and sat down by herself, took Qi Lin's hand, and couldn't get enough of him, "I remember at the time I told you that this role was assigned to you, why did you change it?"

Looking at this familiar old lady, Qi Lin suddenly had the impression that there was only one person who could write a notebook here.

"Sorry," Liang Shuxing said with a smile on his face. He was a little familiar with this old lady, but he still respected the old lady who couldn't remember it. "We are playing against each other now. Can you come back later?"

"Well, come here," Liang Shuxing called out to the staff who were still standing in the field because his legs and feet were inconvenient. "Please get out first if you have nothing to do with it."

"Wait a minute," Qi Lin held her hand, pursed his lips, and called obediently, "Teacher Ge."

"You kid, your eyes are so sharp." Ge Wanshu's face wrinkled with a smile, dragging his glasses to see Qilin's current appearance, "Don't say it, you can act like this."

Liang Shuxing didn't react to Qilin's call "Ge Lao" for a while, his mouth was open but he couldn't speak, and finally watched the two people coming down the stairs on the second floor.

Qi Lin turned his head and saw Zang Nandu and Director Wang walking down.

"Everyone, be more energetic. After a long time, Mr. Ge came to visit. Don't be sluggish. Mr. Ge will watch the show himself, and see if you dare to be lazy." Director Wang bent over and followed, with a smile on his face. No more, "Why are you standing still, hurry up and scream."

The following ones wake up like a dream.

Then call Ge Lao.

"No," Liang Shuxing explained with a smile, "You are Ge Lao?"

"I always thought..."

"Think I'm an old man?" Ge Wanshu pointed at the tip of his nose like a child, "Many people say that, so I don't bother to change it."

"It doesn't matter if you want the three dots of water on my name or not. I've gotten used to it for so many years," Ge Wanshu laughed at himself, still reluctant to let go of Qilin's hand, turned his head and followed Zang Nandu behind him jokingly, "What did I say, this kid like you."

Facing Zang Nandu, when Ge Wanshu spoke, he lost the energy he had just now, and his brows and eyes became more gentle, "It's good to be a top-notch actor."

"How did you find out?" Director Wang stood aside and scratched his head. It's not like he didn't hear the lines he said just now. If it's about acting skills, he can tell from those few words. Both of them are very good. In the play, anyone who picks it up alone can be regarded as a brilliant player, but the only one who doesn't praise Liang Shuxing.

He waited dryly for the second half, but there was no movement, because he felt that he had a good relationship with Liang Shuxing before, so he wanted to help him with something, "I think both sides are very good."

"Just say a few more words, and you can see what it is."

Ge Lao gave him a sideways look, "Acting, you have a sense of propriety, enough emotions, and you can get rid of it."

Qilin has them all, but Liang Shuxing just vented, and it can be seen that he has moved his true temper.

In other words, Liang Shuxing was really angry just now, while Qi Lin was sober and aware that he was in the play.

Will handle it.

This is the best form an actor should have.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Zang Nandu, said nothing, then clapped her hands, "Practice at night, I'll just watch."

"The recording and broadcasting will be temporarily changed to the next day. What we discussed today is to let Ge Laoteng check it first," Director Wang explained while giving Ge Laoteng the space.

Qi Lin stood aside, looking at Zang Nandu from time to time, pulling on his tie and tidying up his belongings.

Zang Nandu found a place to sit on his side. There was no one sitting two meters away around him, so he propped his knees and raised his eyes to look at people.

With Ge Wanshu and Zang Nandu, the scene was like an exam.

Ge Wanshu is a leader in the director's gold medal, like the top authority in the professional field, so I think everyone wants to show it in front of her.

Involving the recording and broadcasting, the program team also meant to prepare, so they simply added Ge Wanshu temporarily.

It was a bit chilly in the evening in early autumn, some people began to put on blankets from the room, and now it is somewhat cold to wear only one.

"Well," Ge Wanshu took the book from Qi Lin, "you can change it and add a personal scene, let me see..."

Ge Wanshu thought about it, "Nandu, come or not, you must have had a lot of hands."

When Zang Nandu was called out, he tilted his body, raised his eyelids, and finally smiled, "Teacher," he called out, and Qi Lin felt a little helpless.

"You know me, I can't do this," Zang Nandu said, standing up, smoking a cigarette and going out the door.

Ge Wanshu shook his head and greeted Makoto Sahara over there, "Come here and follow the scene."

Makoto Sahara was holding the coffee in his hand and smelling it, and he was so frightened by her cry that he quickly moved up.

Qilin looked at a little spark outside, and blinked.

Finally read the script and rhythm.

The impromptu rehearsal lasted until twelve o'clock. No one expected that the rehearsal would be so late, and finally one by one entered the room with back pain.

Qi Lin finally helped clean up the scene for a while, then turned off the lights, and sat on the sofa in the living room by himself.

The shadow of Zang Nandu was still in his mind.

"Waiting for me," the voice at the door was very familiar to Qi Lin.

Qilin could only see the white screen window from the side face, he knew that Zang Nandu was standing behind him, and the air was icy cold at night, if he grabbed it, apart from the cold, he could still see a slight exhalation.

"Character scolding," Zang Nandu cut straight to the point, stood behind Qi Lin, lowered his head in his pocket, and looked into the other's eyes, "It's also a trick."

"I know," Qi Lin closed his eyes, "but someone has to act."

"There can't be only good people in the story," Qi Lin suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, "The book also talks about 'sacrifice', and someone has to 'sacrifice' to make a story happen."

"Then what about you, why don't you act anymore?" Qi Lin stretched his arms back and wrapped around the waist of the man behind him, but he didn't pull the sleeves of his shirt up because of the movement, a part of his arm leaked out, and he was standing in the moonlight It was even more white, "Your helplessness,"

"What is it?"

The smell of cigarettes on Zang Nandu's body was very light, it is estimated that the smell would dissipate quickly outside, and not much could be brought in.

But Qi Lin was too indifferent, and had been with Zang Nandu for a long time, and even he didn't know whether it was the taste or the smell-tainted body that made him addicted.

Qi Lin waited for a while, but before he got an answer, someone pinched his face instead.

Covering the eyes is only one sentence,

"sleep."

Qilin didn't let go, showing an eye from under his arm, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from Zang Nandu's suit, with a sweet voice,

"I invite you."

Zang Nandu pressed Qilin's dishonest hand back, "I won't smoke anymore."

Qilin hooked the bottom button of Zang Nandu's suit, tilted his head and smiled,

"I said sleep."

"I invite you,"

"Sleep with me."

After Qilin finished speaking, a cold hand covered his mouth, and Zang Nandu's body temperature was suppressed.

"Nonsense," Zang Nandu went out by himself, and after a while he followed the car and left from the main gate.

Qi Lin raised his head and laughed along with his shoulders.

He was sure.

Zang Nandu moved his Adam's apple just now.

There are many ways a man can suppress his desires.

This counts as one.

Qilin closed his eyes, as if he could still go back to that summer.

The yellowed and creaking wooden door,

The white yarn blown by the wind,

Zang Nandu and the radio.

Qilin wet his first pair of pants as an adult.

Qi Lin opened his eyes, and let out a chuckle in the cold air.

The second day’s recording went very smoothly because of the impromptu rehearsal the night before, and several good stalks were passed one by one, because this kind of program recorded on a specific occasion has no audience, and many reactions have to be found by the director. The editor has to be able to find stalks, so that the final effect is not bad.

The styling is still the same as yesterday, and everyone's plot is just beginning.

Qi Lin was pinching his collar and looking in the mirror, he seldom wears a suit, especially this kind of monochromatic suit, the white collar is just under the Adam's apple, Qi Lin slightly lifts his chin, so he can see it.

It's just like an adult now.

"I'm looking for you," Makoto Sahara came from behind the door, and seeing Qilin Shuntiao'er's standing portrait, he still couldn't help licking his lips, "The door is waiting for you to record a play."

Qilin glanced at Makoto Sahara from the mirror, and said he knew.

But even so, Sahara Makoto still didn't leave, but slowly approached from behind, with his finger on Qilin's collar, "I said you are really capable."

"You can eat anything like Zang Nandu."

For so many years, it is rare for Zang Nandu to have someone hanging around.

Makoto Sahara naturally accepted his desire to hook up with Qilin.

But he knew it was impossible, but when he saw Qi Lin's appearance, he screamed in his heart.

It is true that the rose pierces, and the bleeding is still exciting.

The back of Makoto Sahara's neck is still not in good shape, but he just can't control it.

"After the recording, can't you come out to play?" Makoto Sahara stood behind and invited.

Qi Lin gave him a sideways glance, and said softly "Get out".

Makoto Sahara was typical of holding his skin and not doing serious things, Qilin went around without saying much, and when he went outside, he saw Liang Shuxing pointing at him with a book.

"Exactly, yesterday was enjoyable." Liang Shuxing smiled, and turned to Ge Wanshu who was standing beside him, "Mr. Ge, thanks to your guidance yesterday, I am more sure about the characters."

Ge Wanshu looked at the script and pointed to the point, "Just remember one thing, don't go too far."

"It's a good thing to have a certain momentum in acting, but if you use too much force, it looks fake." What Ge Wanshu said was all about the objective situation. After following for a long time yesterday, I can see the potential of everyone's status, which is not much different from what she saw at the first glance. She also hoped that the children would get better and better, so she told the truth.

Qi Lin didn't hold anything in his hand, he was thinking about his lines.

When he arrived, he saw Liang Shuxing's face was full of embarrassment.

It is estimated that he himself has received so many praises, and it should be the first time that he has not come to the stage in front of others.

"Start?" Qi Lin spat out and chewed gum, "What game?"

On the opposite side, Liang Shuxing looked him up and down, "I don't even bring the copy of the play, so pay more attention in the future."

"I brought it," Qi Lin patted his head, "here."

Qilin watched the lines on the sofa for half the night last night, and when he woke up in the morning, he had rewound what he wanted to say several times.

Liang Shuxing sat on the stool and raised his eyebrows, and finally said nothing.

There are not many conflicts in this scene, but the main thing is to memorize the lines. Liang Shuxing didn't hold anything in his hands at the beginning. In the scene of the three of them, only Makoto Sahara still held a part of his lines, stuttering a few lines from time to time.

"I can find... find..." Makoto Sahara frowned, and he couldn't say a word, and Liang Shuxing on the opposite side showed little patience, "It's a waste of time to record your words if you don't remember them well, why don't you—"

"If you can't find it, I'll go buy it, whether you go to the second room on the left or go straight to the one opposite, as long as you tell me, I will go," Qi Lin filled out the rest of the lines, and changed his mind, "I will do it." Reminder, first one by one, now the play is under pressure here, I can't dance too much."

Makoto Sawara was naturally not interested in lines, and before accepting plays, he was purely lip-syncing, but now the old problem is still there, and it was smooth to be followed by Qilin every morning.

Ge Wanshu was always there in the middle. As an old artist, she wrote the three scripts. She stood aside and directed them over and over again. In the end, the problem was still with Liang Shuxing's group.

In a group with two big stars, her requirements are even higher.

Three people, three problems.

When Qilin was not in the scene, he would just sit and watch quietly, without interrupting or running around.

Ge Wanshu stopped in the middle, "Little Xing," she called Liang Shuxing to stop.

When she called out for the first time, Liang Shuxing didn't respond, and only when she called out for the second time did she turn around and look here.

"Teacher Ge," Liang Shuxing responded while sitting down.

"Replay the scene between you and Qilin last night," Ge Wanshu waved at Qilin as if thinking of something, "Characters need conflict, but not just conflict."

"Just use the part from last night," Ge Wanshu pointed to a part by herself.

"A total of six lines, Liang Wuqi, let's go through it first." Ge Wanshu's legs hurt after standing for a long time, so she found a place to sit down by herself, "Start."

"I'll relax the conditions this time. It's up to me to decide whether the action is true or false," Ge Wanshu looked back and forth between the two of them, "Always remember that if I don't call to stop, I'm filming, and it doesn't involve reality, understand?"

Both Qilin and Liang Shuxing nodded.

Then Ge Wanshu called out to start.

"What do you think you are?" Liang Shuxing sat down, raised his head with disdain in his mouth, and the words behind him were full of emotion, "Why do you meddle in our relationship."

"I don't care what happened between you and him before, get out now," Liang Shuxing stretched out his arms, his eyes were more or less emotional, his voice trembled, and when he looked at Qilin, his chest couldn't help heaving.

Qi Lin pulled his tie and bent over, put his hands on the opponent's chair and gently scratched Liang Shuxing's face, continuing to provoke.

During the play yesterday, the interspersed action was Liang Shuxing slapping Qilin, but it was all borrowed. Qilin observed for a long time and found that Liang Shuxing was afraid of Ge Wanshu. As long as she was around, he would not dare to slap for real. No more vigor.

Same today, Liang Shuxing raised his hand.

But Qilin was faster than him.

The last slap was on Liang Shuxing's face.

Crisp and loud.

Qi Lin moved his wrist slightly, raised his eyes and squinted at Liang Shuxing, who was covering his face, and read a line,

"Don't take yourself too seriously."

The author has something to say: Qi Lin (note book: slap x1

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