The actor he wrote by himself

In this situation, Guan Che thought that he couldn't be serious with drunk people, he didn't bother to ask Huo Xiuchi why he wanted the same style, and he didn't ask why he only had ten bottles, so he answered and went to take a bath.

When he tidied himself up and came out wearing a wide bright yellow short sleeve and a pair of dark blue shorts, he saw Huo Xiuchi sitting on his chair in childish pajamas.

"Why doesn't Teacher Huo go to bed?" Guan Che asked.

Huo Xiuchi pointed his finger: "It's wet, so I can't go to bed to rest."

Guan Che also pointed to the hair dryer specially placed beside him: "This one can dry you up, why don't you blow it?"

"I don't want to move." Huo Xiuchi raised his head, frowned slightly, and looked at Guan Che's eyes, the light inside was scattered, as if covered by a layer of fog, and he looked very listless.

His face was pale, but his ears were red.

This kind of person who doesn't look good when drinking, doesn't feel it when drinking, and when the alcohol comes up, it will make people feel uncomfortable for several days.

What else could Guan Che do, he could only sigh, picked up the hair dryer, plugged in the power, went around behind him, turned on the constant temperature warm air to blow his hair carefully, and gently rubbed his hair with his fingers. Head, like a massage.

Huo Xiuchi narrowed his eyes, and was served comfortably like Guan Miao who was groomed just now.

Guan Che finished blow-drying him, then blew his own hair carelessly, and said to Huo Xiuchi, "Mr. Huo, can you go to bed obediently now? My heating is not enough, what if I catch a cold for you?" .”

"I'm in good health." Huo Xiuchi said so, but he got up and walked to the platform, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He looked at the only 1.8-meter bed in this room, and then at the back of Guan Che who had already sat down and continued to flip through the book.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he asked, "Aren't you... not going to sleep?"

"Go to bed first, I have a winter vacation homework due tomorrow, and I almost finished it." Guan Che didn't turn his head.

"Winter vacation homework?!" Huo Xiuchi asked suspiciously, "As far as I know, you should have graduated for a year and a half."

"That's a bachelor's degree." Guan Che put a bookmark on a reference book, and put it neatly back on the shelf. Then he turned to look at Huo Xiuchi, "I'm in the second year of graduate school, and I'm only graduating next year."

Huo Xiuchi opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

——Is the person I'm in love with co-authoring, or is he a top student? !

After a while, he finally asked, "Then...why did you go to the draft?"

Guan Che shrugged: "It's what the company means. They said that although my acting skills are passable, they are not as valuable as this face. I will send it out to show my face while I am still young enough to accept it."

"Fucking fart." Huo Xiuchi rolled up his sleeves as he said, "Has he ever seen you actually act? Sooner or later, I will break your boss's brains to see if the fodder inside is for pigs or Cows eat."

This articulate...

I don't know which lines from the play I took by chance, even my accent has changed a little.

Guan Che looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Huo, the contract is mine, why are you so angry?"

Huo Xiuchi said: "I can't bear to see a talent like you being misused by this kind of company that puts entertainment first and only cares about immediate interests."

"Oh..." Guan Che pondered for a moment, then asked again, "Then have you seen me actually act?"

Huo Xiuchi just wanted to open his mouth to say that of course he had seen it, but when he got to his mouth, he was surprised that he would reveal his truth by saying so.Guan Che is not a stupid kid, and his own logic is not clear now. If Guan Che asks him further, he has to dig out his history of being a fan.

So he changed the subject bluntly: "I found that today you are different from the previous two meetings. Today you talk more obviously, and you dare to ask me so many questions."

"You said that we are friends, and I am trying to get along with you as a friend. Coupled with the increase in the number of meetings, my feeling of strangeness to you is gradually decreasing." Guan Che explained, "plus today At home, it is an environment I am very familiar with, I feel very safe and relaxed, so I speak more casually."

He stood up straighter: "If Mr. Huo minds, I will..."

"No, I don't mind." Huo Xiuchi answered directly, "This is very good."

"Then, can Mr. Huo answer my question? I really want to know the answer." Guan Che changed the topic again, and even added, "Because you said you met me before, and you said we The boss hasn't really watched my acting, I can only think of the period when I was still participating in the acting awards, that was the time when I worked my best." Huo Xiuchi saw Guan Che's intelligence.

Just these two sentences... He can speculate about things in various ways.

"I did meet you at that time, but I don't think that was the time when you really acted." Huo Xiuchi said, "You were too young at that time, and many of your skills were immature. You can be described as stunning, but definitely not perfect. .”

"So I haven't seen you actually act." Huo Xiuchi spread his hands, "But I believe I will see you soon."

"What do you mean?" Guan Che asked again.

"It's not interesting." Huo Xiuchi smiled, and said something inexplicable, "But you also need to know that as long as it is acting, there is no such thing as the word "true."

The two sentences seem to be contradictory, but they are not.

The first layer is the professionalism and talent utilization of the actors, completely discarding personal concepts, and becoming the character itself when the machine is turned on. Body language, tone of voice, and psychological speculation must all be in line with the role.

The second layer is the automatic recovery of the actor's self-awareness, and it is necessary to enter the play immediately and act immediately.Otherwise, various characters will engrave part of their imprint on the personality, which will eventually lead to the destruction of the actor's personality in a certain sense.

He didn't elaborate, he believed that with Guan Che's own understanding of learning things, he could understand what he meant after a little thought.

Guan Che sat on the chair, facing him, resting his elbows on the back of the chair, propped his head, thinking about the meaning of his words, and even turned around and took out a note to write down.

"It's too late, let's get up and do homework tomorrow morning." Huo Xiuchi tidied up his quilt and asked, "Where do you sleep?"

"There are still quilts at home, so I'll just make a floor bed next to it." Guan Che opened a cabinet on the floor, and took out two quilts from it, one for spreading and one for covering.

The color is exactly the same as the set that Huo Xiuchi is sleeping in now.

There was only a gap as wide as a mineral water bottle between the beds of the two of them, and it looked no different from sleeping together. Huo Xiuchi didn't say anything, took his pillow towel, and silently helped him pack the pillow.

Small houses are as good as small houses.

Two people can always get very close.

"What are you going to do after finishing your graduate studies?" Huo Xiuchi found a topic to talk about.

"If you talk about the specific plan, I haven't thought about it yet, but the general direction is towards the doctor." Guan Che turned his back to Huo Xiuchi, knelt on the mattress and laid the bed sheet with his buttocks sticking out, his feet dangling.

Huo Xiuchi was not so surprised when he gave such an answer, after all, he has always been enthusiastic about research and books.

Huo Xiuchi guessed a possibility: "Do you want to stay in Zhongxi as a teacher in the future?"

"Yes, if I can successfully get a Ph. D., I will consider becoming a teacher." Guan Che sat down and said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter if I go to the Chinese Academy of Drama or not. Other universities are also fine. If I am in the showbiz If there are not so many works, I will consider returning to Pingcheng, my hometown, to live a simple life."

"Your life isn't simple enough?" Huo Xiuchi pointed at the small house, then looked at him again, "There are not so many entertainments, and there are not so many announcements to catch up, and you can even have a lot of time to study. If you are more Buddhist, you can grow onions and grow mint on the balcony."

"That's what I got from giving full play to my subjective initiative." Guan Che said frankly, "It is impossible to allocate one's energy to everything at any time, and sometimes the age in the circle conflicts with the age of a person's normal schooling and work. "

He took the initiative to talk about his own affairs: "When I signed the company after participating in the acting awards, and the company was preparing to arrange many, many announcements for me, I was about to take the college entrance examination. To maintain my academic performance, I had to find time to study, I was in class, so I didn’t have so much energy to take on dramas, I had a contract, so I had to accept them. But the company is pretty good to me, as long as they can make money, so I chose a few dramas that can be done easily .When I am about to graduate, I can finally devote myself to work and develop my career as people think, but my supervisor suggested that I apply for postgraduate insurance. In addition, I have some interests to take into account..."

Huo Xiuchi was listening carefully to what Guan Che would say about his hobbies, when he suddenly sighed: "So... I am a person who is on the fringes of the circle, and I am often pushed away. My mentality may make people Teacher Huo is disappointed."

"No." Huo Xiuchi shook his head with a gentle tone, "Everyone has his own ambition."

"Yeah." Guan Che was wearing shorts and was a little cold. He covered his legs with a quilt, and said to Huo Xiuchi with a smile, "But it's too early to say this. Since I'm in this circle and don't have so much homework now, I’m also ready to do something.”

Huo Xiuchi encouraged: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

He didn't ask Guan Che if there was anything he could do to help, because he could actually help with anything.

Suddenly, Guan Che let out an "ah", sat up straight cross-legged, and stared at Huo Xiuchi: "Teacher Huo, I found something."

"what?"

"When you asked me something, you spoke clearly and logically. You didn't look like you were drunk at all. But if you want to do something else, you're going to fall asleep immediately." Guan Che frowned slightly, looking like He asked jokingly, "You're not acting, are you?"

If it is acting, then why?

Huo Xiuchi suddenly laughed, moved closer to Guan Che, and said with great interest, "Guess, if I wanted to act drunk, how would I act?"

Guan Che didn't know: "How to act?"

Huo Xiuchi stood up suddenly and opened the curtains, revealing the night of the city and the cold light of the bright moon in front of the window.

Then he got out of bed, walked to the light switch by the door, stood barefoot, stared at Guan Che and said, "Then teacher Guan, please tell me."

This time I watched Huo Xiuchi's acting at a closer distance. Guan Che nodded excitedly and raised his hand: "3, 2, 1, Action!"

Following the clapping of his hands imitating the sound of hitting a board, Huo Xiuchi also turned off the light in the bedroom with a "snap".

The silver light outside the window, which had been barely eroded by the warm light just now, suddenly occupied the whole room, and faintly... only Huo Xiuchi's figure could be seen standing by the wall for a while, before stumbling towards Guan Che.

Tables and chairs were touched by him, making a loud noise.Guan Che reckoned that he himself had been hit badly and might have some bruises, so his heart tightened.

But for some reason, with just these two sounds, Huo Xiuchi's drunkenness was magnified ten times.

Guan Che subconsciously wanted to help him, but his posture of rushing towards his side of the bed was too aggressive, making Guan Che not know what to do, and even stepped back half a foot in fear.

Huo Xiuchi fell onto his bed, exhaled heavily, kicked on the bed a few times, and sat up again.

—began to undress.

The moonlight quietly reflected his skin, abs and collarbone.As the black pajama pants faded away, the moonlight climbed up his legs and calves again...

When he only had his underwear left, he remembered Guan Che, turned around and said to Guan Che, "Sorry, I'm used to sleeping naked, do you mind?"

Guan Che was stunned for a long time, he didn't expect that there was something about himself in this play, so he subconsciously said, "No, I don't mind."

Huo Xiuchi snorted, and pulled off the last piece of fabric.

He didn't cover the quilt either, and pulled a corner of the quilt to hide his shame, and just lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

Guan Che didn't even dare to look at his body. Huo Xiuchi didn't seem to assign him a role, nor did he seem to want him to be in the play.

Suddenly, Huo Xiuchi opened his eyes, turned his head and waved to Guan Che: "Come here."

Guan Che obediently moved a little closer.

"Come here a little more." Huo Xiuchi's tone was a little impatient.

Guan Che moved again.

"Tsk." Huo Xiuchi didn't seem to want to be tempted anymore, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto his bed.

Then he turned over neatly and pushed Guan Che under him.The scalding temperature of the skin was transmitted to Guan Che's heart only through a layer of cloth.

Huo Xiuchi's mouth smelled strongly of alcohol, and his eyes became more blurred.He raised his hand, and the knuckles of his index finger and middle finger lightly brushed Guan Che's face. He said, "Honey...I went to meet with a few directors and producers today to talk about our movie."

Guan Che didn't know which one to respond to his "lines" and actions first.He couldn't push his movements away, and he didn't know the truth or falsehood of his lines, so he just said "Huh?"

Huo Xiuchi pressed his forehead against his, and the tip of his nose touched his, breathing heavily: "I really want to hold you all the time."

After finishing speaking, he clasped Guan Che's wrist, closed his eyes, and kissed him.

The tip of Huo Xiuchi's tongue lightly licked his slightly chilled lips. At a certain moment, he felt that Guan Che pouted slightly in response to his kiss. He acted instinctively and suddenly aggravated his movements, and his fingers did not move. He rubbed Guan Che's arm a few times in a disorganized way, and finally returned to the palm of his hand, interlocking his fingers.

Then it was lingering on the tip of the tongue, and kissed until Guan Che's eyes were misty, and he was completely infiltrated by his alcohol smell.

"Cut." Huo Xiuchi stopped his movements, left Guan Che's slightly opened mouth, and said softly.

But he didn't get up immediately, but still wrapped Guan Che in his arms, pushed back the messy hair on his forehead, and said warmly: "If it's acting, then the actors don't have the time to wear your Crayon Shin-chan."

Guan Che just stared at him blankly, taking advantage of the night and the confusion just now, to stare into Huo Xiuchi's eyes.

After a while, he asked: "Mr. Huo, as long as it is acting, there is no truth, is there?"

Huo Xiuchi faintly felt that he seemed to be able to grasp something this night.

He asked back, "Do you want to have it?"

Guan Che pursed his lips and looked away: "Maybe."

"Well," Huo Xiuchi kissed him on the forehead, "Little Guan Che, congratulations on becoming the first man Huo Xiuchi kisses."

Guan Che understood.

He is a name with a surname, and he is called the truth in acting.