After realizing that I am beautiful [Rebirth]

Liang Shuxing was at a loss for words.

He didn't smoke the cigarette in his hand, endured the fire in his heart, restrained his tone and asked, "I don't mean anything, but it's a pity that you didn't get together. I'll call you next time I have time." .”

Liang Shuxing turned around and was about to leave, but Qi Lin called him again from behind.

Liang Shuxing paused, but didn't look back.

"Go slowly," Qi Lin raised his head and took a last sip of wine.

After Liang Shuxing finished speaking, he started to lift his foot again.

Qilin sat on the chair by himself, smoked a cigarette at last to dust off the smell of the cigarette, then adjusted his posture, and continued to harass the half bottle of beer left in his hand.

Looking in the direction Liang Shuxing left, the other party was more patient than he thought.

Liang Shuxing's methods are not clever, but his victory lies in his ability to endure.

Shameless people are sometimes more dangerous than capable people.

Qi Lin has been testing his bottom line, and today this kick still kicked him in the face.

But it doesn't matter, it's over.

Qilin waited until his mouth was finished smoking and his hand was empty of wine, when he saw Zang Nandu's car turn around from the street corner.

He got off the car from the original place, turned his head and met Qi Lin's eyes, and the first thing he said when he saw Qi Lin was to ask him, "Drink."

"Drinking and playing," Qi Lin scratched the air in his palm now that his hands were empty, "I'm bored in the room, so I came out for a walk."

"Teacher Ge is still a little dissatisfied with me during the day," Qi Lin began to seriously look for topics because he recruited people without authorization, "but I can't see it."

It's not deliberate, this matter does have a knot in his heart, he can't see the flaws in his own performance, so he hopes that the bystanders can tell him more.

"Look at me during the daytime," Zang Nandu stood opposite Qilin, pointing his fingers between the two of them.

Qi Lin stood up and did so, but when he was still preparing his emotions, his chin was gently held by Zang Nandu, which forced Qi Lin to raise his head, and the emotions continued.

Zang Nandu reached out and took off the glasses on Qi Lin's face, then looked into those eyes.

"Here," Zang Nandu covered his head with his hands, "not enough emotion."

Qi Lin's reaction and actions are all right, and the atmosphere of the whole person is very good, but there is only one thing.

There is no life in the eyes, and the two eyeballs are like two cold stones. As long as you don't look at the eyes, you can feel the precise emotions conveyed by Qi Lin.

Because the eyes pull down too much saturated emotion.

"Say it again." Zang Nandu stared at Qi Lin's exposed half face, and repeated.

Zang Nandu's voice came from the darkness, and Qilin's nose peak was warm upwards. He tried to find his emotions again, but he changed the script in his heart.

He stretched his hand up the slightly wrinkled suit fabric on that arm, and finally stopped at the corner of the other's lips.

I laughed suddenly, "I'm sleepy."

Zang Nandu withdrew his hand and wanted to speak, and when he saw the pair of smiling eyes in his palm again, when he got to the edge, he only held the finger that was on the corner of his lips in his mouth.

If the eyes smiled.

Terrible.

Qilin took the glasses back from Zang Nandu and put them on his hands, and said, "Can I go home with you now?"

Zang Nandu saw that Qi Lin was in the mood to joke now, knowing in his heart that he was not drunk, he sent him back and walked back, "In the future, if you put emotions in the eyes in the play, the overall effect will be much better."

"Then—" Qi Lin deliberately elongated his tone, "You mean like this," Qi Lin suddenly took a step forward, hooked Zang Nandu's shoulder to step on his feet, and he gently pressed against it, his eyes were wantonly in front of Zang Nandu's face Blink and blink, there is a smile inside, and finally the eyelids are lightly closed, until you can count the other person's eyelashes, you only use your breath to seduce and seduce.

No one spoke in the middle, only the meeting of two people's eyes.

Zang Nandu turned on his toes, facing Qi Lin, and moved his lips slightly.

Qilin squinted at him, releasing the so-called emotions in his eyes, until Qilin felt the other side's head slightly tilted forward, and he retreated first.

He also consciously removed the faint smell of alcohol from his body.

"Good night," Qi Lin turned and walked back with his arms behind his back.

However, this time on this one-way street, there was no turning back.

Just now Qi Lin got out of the mood very quickly, and also found that bringing Zang Nandu into the mood was much faster than before.

When he got to the dormitory, Qi Lin exhaled lightly, standing at the window, he could still see Zang Nandu's car buttock with red lights.

It seems that people did not leave immediately.

Qilin picked up the phone and was rang by Chun Meiling.

"You didn't see how Liang Shuxing sold miserably on the Internet, so you twisted your foot and made it look like a broken leg," Chun Meiling was anxious on the phone, "and the rhythm for your character has been brought up."

"Also, the video of Liang Shuxing's slap at the scene was streamed out."

Chun Meiling's voice was a little anxious, "Liang Shuxing's studio sent a second deletion, saying that it was a staff error."

"I'm just hehe, think about it," Chun Meiling analyzed clearly, "You and Liang Shuxing are both members of Chenxing, how can a company make a mistake? It's obvious that Liang Shuxing did it himself."

"Wouldn't it be popular if you scolded the show?" Qi Lin himself took it for granted, he got up an hour earlier, and the script of "Boundless Realm" was still in his hand, on which he wrote and drew with a marker pen last night For the part, Qi Lin bit his pen while watching and said, "The program team is probably very happy, and if there is a topic, it can be hot for a while."

"However," Chun Meiling became angry when she saw what was said above. It was obvious that they were black people who followed the trend, and they all said bad things, and some things that couldn't be solved were also mixed in. She said Just can't see it.

"I'll go and talk to Brother Shan, see if we can do something, we can't let Liang Shuxing dance like this," Chun Meiling finished talking and put down the phone, Qilin didn't have time to speak.

Qi Lin savored the temperature on his lips, and when he went to the window to pour cold air, the car parked in the distance drove away.

In the morning, Qilin woke up early, and after finishing packing, he went out to wait for styling, and when he arrived at the living room, he found that Liang Shuxing had arrived.

The people who came sat on the sofa and watched, they were all melon-eating people who came back from the Weibo, and the disturbance was so fierce that Qi Lin and Liang Shuxing became rivals as they were called.

The two have similar main styles, almost the same personality, and they are all fighting for the same type of fans, and now they are all standing here, which is simply suffocating.

"When everyone is gathered, hurry up and plan the second episode today, and tidy up," the director clapped his hands, and Qi Lin quickly changed his clothes.

Chun Meiling had also been waiting a long time ago, and saw that the puffy cheeks on Qilin's face still couldn't go away.

"You don't know," Chun Meiling whispered, "Liang Shuxing has been sitting here early in the morning, pretending to be pitiful is not too tired, and," Chun Meiling pulled Qi Lin's sleeve and walked forward, "Look at his face, Is it worse than yesterday?"

Qilin looked up.

Chun Meiling was right, but the slap yesterday was not enough.

Now Liang Shuxing's left face is swollen, and he can't speak very neatly.

Today, I guess I didn't come here for acting at all, because this image is definitely not going to be able to act now.

Weibo is one-sided, Liang Shuxing will still be posting today, if Qilin guesses right, before eight o'clock, he has even thought about what to write on it.

Qilin sat by himself, picking out clothes to wear.

The playbook is still the same set, and the welfare clips for fans' requests are arranged after today's official recording and broadcasting.

"Xiao Lin," someone reminded me from the side, "Why don't you go up and apologize, or ask Brother Shan to make a statement, clarify and explain it." The person who spoke was the operator who was embarrassed by Liang Shuxing yesterday. Here, I just watched the play all morning. Although Liang Shuxing didn't say a word, his obvious attitude was to prevent Qi Lin from coming to the stage.

Qilin adjusted his eye makeup in the mirror, squinted slightly at Liang Shuxing, and then turned back to the person in front of him,

Said something that the other party could not refute,

"I'm right again, what is the basis for apologizing?"

"My slap won't make him swell into half a pig's head."

Qi Lin smoothed out the thin shirt by himself, keeping the corners of the shirt out of the way, catering to today's theme with a flamboyant air, "Even if you're filming, you have to be reasonable."

"Being an actor,"

"Isn't it because of suffering?"

Qi Lin had a prop cigarette in his hand, although it was not as good as the brand he used to smoke, Qi Lin nestled one and folded it on his knuckles.

"Teacher Liang, let's play against each other," Qi Lin walked forward on his own, and sat next to the sofa where Liang Shuxing and his son were sitting.

There was no word "sorry" in Qilin's aura at all.

"Then you have to wait for me," Liang Shuxing still frowned, and his tone was not reproachful, but he said in a good-natured manner, "It's just that it's not convenient for me to speak at the moment, just take a short rest."

"If you delay the progress, replace it."

Hearing the voice, Qi Lin raised his head, and Zang Nandu came in and took the notebook and sat next to him. He came early, and the cold air filled half the room, "Your face is swollen, it's not good to be in the mirror."

"I can't keep up with the hours of recording Jingui." Zang Nandu directly took the notebook in Liang Shuxing's hand, "Substitute."

Liang Shuxing couldn't react, so he quickly stood up, "No, Master Zang, I'm fine, it's just—"

"Whoever can act, stand out now," Zang Nandu said clearly.

This person is changed today.

"What did you eat? You're so angry," Ge Wanshu walked out with her waist propped up, her embroidered hem still curled up, and the jet lag with these kids couldn't make it. Hearing almost, "No matter what, drink a glass of water first, I used eggs to give Xiaoxing's face yesterday—"

Ge Wanshu was still thinking about saying it was okay, but when she went downstairs, she saw Liang Shuxing's swollen half of Lao Gao's face, and muttered, "Isn't it?" Then she came back to her senses and asked Zang Nandu, "Why do you want to come here?" gone?"

Zang Nandu is his student, and she doesn't understand his temperament. Since the graduation rehearsal, she has always resisted going to the set. The last time I came to see him alone, she was surprised that he came without notice this morning.

"Why not?" Ge Wanshu found an electric cushion and sat firmly on the sofa. "Anyway, you are here. It stands to reason that you are their senior, so I will take it with you today."

Ge Wanshu arranged here by herself, "Come on, don't look for this person, just you."

"It's just a lesson for some of them." Ge Wanshu pressed his temple and pointed his finger at Zang Nandu who wanted to open his mouth. If I can check your homework again, I don’t know how long I can work in this line of work, so don’t refuse.”

Zang Nandu agreed this time.

"Give me a few minutes," Zang Nandu took the notebook and sat aside, replacing Liang Shuxing.

Qi Lin sat on the side calmly and read the words obediently.

Liang Shuxing on the other side was holding back and couldn't make a sound, he could only stand there awkwardly with his arms folded, it was not suitable to go or stay, so he just waited to watch the play.

He knew a little about the past.

Zang Nandu majored in Zheng'er Bajing Acting Studies. This matter is not well-known in the circle. No one has made a fuss about it. They seem to be hiding and afraid, for fear that they will be blamed if they mention this matter.

So Liang Shuxing only vaguely heard that something happened in the year Zang Nandu graduated, and he had seen the big drama that year.

Wonderful, Beicheng Chinese Opera specifically used this play as a benchmark in the future, as long as they graduate, they will be compared against it.

Under this status, within half a year, he was suddenly withdrawn from the school official.

In the end, no one mentioned the matter any more.

So much so that no one dared to ask about the specifics of what was going on, relying on Zang Nandu's rise in the future.

In fact, Qi Lin had already turned through the book in his hand, and he remembered every word in it accurately.

Looking at it now is just thinking about how to express it for a while.

This was the first time he played with Zang Nandu semi-formally, and he was still serious in his heart.

"Xiaodu," Ge Wanshu brought over a pen, "This role doesn't suit you, so I'll temporarily change some words on the spot."

"Teacher Ge," Zang Nandu's voice was surprisingly calm, "You taught me that as an actor, you have to act in everything."

"I know, but this—" Ge Wanshu wanted to say more, but seeing Zang Nandu's clear eyes, he didn't say the words after all, "Okay, it's up to you."

Ge Wanshu sighed inwardly, this strong temperament has not changed for so many years.

Coincidentally, Zang Nandu also chose yesterday's match.

According to the current popularity on Weibo, it is considered a controversial segment.

Now everyone around is thinking of a problem at the same time.

Qi Lin slapped Zang Nandu whether or not he slapped him.

If they fight, it's tantamount to offending Zang Nandu to death. If they don't fight, it's a double standard.

It is estimated that this matter will set off another wave of verbal criticism when it is spread on Weibo.

Anyway, now Qilin is in a difficult situation.

All they can do is sit and watch.

After all, even if the fire burns through, it won't lead to him.

Zang Nandu was sitting, still wearing a well-fitting suit. He was tall, and he still felt oppressed when he sat down. It was completely different from the original character Liang Shuxing restored.

"How long have you known him," Zang Nandu said directly, the change of eyes was just a matter of raising his head, he didn't say start, and directly brought Qi Lin into the play.

"One month," Qi Lin stood imposingly, looking directly upwards, as if provocative, and happily emphasized, "Only one month."

The relationship between Ben'er's original partner and the other party lasted for three years, and was directly broken by Qi Lin's interference.

So Qi Lin himself knows how inherently inferior this character is.

The better the performance, the more scolded you will be.

Zang Nandu suddenly laughed.

It was a completely different reaction from Liang Shuxing's before.

Qilin's heart skipped a beat.

And there is a tendency in my heart, and it will be an emotional outburst when I untie it.

"Qilin," Zang Nandu suddenly called Qilin's name in a brief interval.

It was at this very second that Qi Lin suddenly rang in his ears.

A kind of pull-in feeling made him unable to think, he suddenly lost the ability to analyze and figure out his thoughts, he stood in astonishment, seeing no one but Zang Nandu in his eyes.

Zang Nandu sat and stretched out his arms, wrapping his arms around Qilin's neck, gently but forcefully, pulling the person to press on the sofa, encroaching on the territory of the opponent's lower body with one leg, condescending, "Are you proud?"

Now Qilin's sense of drama has weakened, and the boundary between drama and non-drama has begun to blur. He frowned slightly, looked into Zang Nandu's eyes, and the emotions that were aroused began to turn around non-stop, and his mouth was still rushing. Play, "Yes."

He raised his chin slightly, disdaining Zang Nandu, "I got him in a month."

The melon seeds in the hands of those watching the theater were scared away.

Now no one dares to speak out, they are convinced that watching the show is so exciting.

If watching Liang Shuxing's performance yesterday was barely like acting, today's is simply an explosion of conflict.

Obviously they all use the same rhetoric, but the substitution of actors means another meaning.

And the terrible thing is that Qi Lin can really handle any rivalry.

"You," Zang Nandu straightened his body suddenly, his speaking rhythm began to become very slow, but very heavy, he sat up with Qilin in his arms, his face was gloomy, but there was still a smile at the corner of his mouth, he hooked his hand on Qilin. On the second button that Lin didn't fasten very tightly, he held a cigarette in his hand and lit it between his eyebrows,

"Then I will destroy your pride."

Under pressure, it is brutal.

Qi Lin was pressed on the sofa for the second time, and looked up at the person in front of him.

What Zang Nandu taught him last night is now vividly reflected in him.

"Zang Nandu," Ge Wanshu called him from the side, "that's enough."

Qilin took a sharp breath when Ge Wanshu shouted,

It's like waking up from a dream.

However, Zang Nandu is still in the play.

Qi Lin tried to open his mouth and called him.

no response.

Every step Zang Nandu took now was going too far.

Finally, Qi Lin stretched out half of his arm and slapped him.

Zang Nandu turned his face sideways, and turned one side of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and when he turned back again, he pulled Qi Lin up.

The people around, including Liang Shuxing, were silent.

Qilin beat Zang Nandu.

What's more, they all saw it with their eyes wide open just now.

It is estimated that Qilin's future career will end here.

Qilin sat up, touched half of Zang Nandu's face, said Mr. Zang, and wanted to continue to say something, when he suddenly saw what Zang Nandu was looking at now, obviously it hadn't come out yet, and it was full of emotions.

Maybe Qilin now knows the reason why Zang Nandu didn't touch the show so easily.

Before Qilin could tell Ge Wanshu, who was next to him, his body lightened again, and Zang Nandu carried him upwards, and the other party's eyes could not conceal the excitement now.

His arm turned Qi Lin upside down, put it upright on the edge of the sofa, extended Qi Lin's body forced to straighten up, and finally Qi Lin was convulsed again, his teeth tightened, and the meat in his nose It's all Zang Nandu's taste, the other party leaned over and pressed his nose against the light flesh in Qilin's jaw socket, and said softly, "He said you can keep screaming on the bed," Zang Nandu's teeth extended along Qilin's lightly protruding Adam's apple, " So I want to hear, you use the sound you make here,"

"How good it can be."