male god we singled out

When I was young, I often heard Grandma Wang say that there is karma in the reincarnation of the world, so people must accumulate virtue and do good to enjoy happiness in the next life, but Grandma Wang raised her five sons for most of her life as a widow, but in the end she was driven out by a large group of sons and daughters-in-law. Eat fast and chant Buddha in a small dilapidated house on the street.In her words, it is only right for her to suffer in this life after doing evil in her previous life.

Tang Yingzhuo blinked her eyes and asked awkwardly, how could Grandma Wang be a bad person in her previous life, did she make a mistake?Grandma Wang said that the Buddha kept an account for everyone, and there was nothing wrong with it.Tang Yingzhuo asked seriously, how can I know whether I was a good person or a bad person in my previous life?Grandma Wang smiled and said, Xiao Zhuozhuo is so handsome, he must have been a good boy in his previous life, so have you seen that Wang Erpock under the Drum Tower who is playing big swords, he must have done bad things in his previous life.

Later, when Tang Yingzhuo grew up a bit, it was philosophically thoughtful to ask Grandma Wang a question: If you do bad things in this life, you will pay them back in the next life, but if everyone does bad things, who will pay them back in the next life?Grandma Wang said with a smile, there are always people who do good deeds, and there are still many good people.From then on, Tang Yingzhuo believed that there were still many good people.

After Tang Yingzhuo went to preschool, it was not right to chat with Grandma Wang again: Our classmate beat me, I endured it, he beat me again, I beat him, he never dared to beat me again, and bought me soda, I beat up all my classmates, and they all bought me soda.I think that I may be a pig in my next life, and I will pay it back together when the time comes.

After going to primary school, Tang Yingzhuo seldom chatted with Grandma Wang because she thought she was annoying.After the third grade, when Tang Yingzhuo went to visit Grandma Wang again, she would give her some snacks, but she put them down and left.After entering junior high school, my father passed away, but Grandma Wang was still alive, and she took care of the funeral.Tang Yingzhuo plunged into her arms and cried.A few days later, she also passed away, and Tang Yingzhuo took care of the funeral.That year, Tang Yingzhuo was thirteen.

Hanging the bottle in the hospital for two days, he was discharged with some gastric medicine. All Tang Yingzhuo could remember was the events before he fell down that night. The remaining memories seemed to be removed from his brain. I can't even remember, it was the first time he did this.

Stomach pain in class, the body is nothing, the image is the key, if there is no Mingyuan, the image will be worse, it will be worse all morning, but Mingyuan didn't come to class today, Tang Yingzhuo was depressed, couldn't help it Imagine many scenarios, the scene where Mingyuan and Fangfang are making out together.

Thinking about the past, those absurd days in Tianjie, and the clips of Qijiasimo with him on the swing, in the warm wind, under the daylight, it seems that how happy it was at the beginning, how painful it is now.

After that, Mingyuan didn't come to school for three consecutive days.On the third night, Tang Yingzhuo couldn't help calling Mingyuan. Mingyuan's voice was lazy, as if he was tired.

"what's up."

"I want to return Tianjie's notebook to you."

Mingyuan seemed to think about it for a long time before he remembered: "Oh. That, no more."

"It's better to pay you back."

"Then, I'll get it another day."

"The key here...do you still have it?"

"Gone."

"I have it, send it to you?"

"……no need."

Tang Yingzhuo was heartbroken, and said in a low voice, "Then how do you get in?"

Mingyuan smiled: "You have an IQ of [-]. Rather than giving you keys, you might as well just give me a notebook. You are really good at going around in circles. Actually, you want to know where I am? I'm here with Fangfang. Is there any problem?"

Tang Yingzhuo said angrily: "I'm not interested in where you are~~~ I just don't want to see your things again!"

"When you see my things, you will think of me, right? Then you can throw them away or give them away, why bother to mention them? You have inconsistent words and deeds, and you have too many excuses. If it weren't for Xie Yuhuan's strong recommendation, you would never have been selected this time." .Okay, my fiancee is by my side, don't call me after ten o'clock in the evening. Avoid suspicion."

beep beep beep...

Tang Yingzhuo stared at the screen of the mobile phone, "Daughter-in-law" had hung up, and was stunned for a long, long time, a series of YY emerged in his mind.After that, every night after ten o'clock, Tang Yingzhuo felt like frying sausages in oil.

Tang Yingzhuo had already lost her scale, and there was a hot yoga class every Tuesday night, so there was nothing she could do to earn credits.He is the only man, but he puts on a flowered turban and puts on yoga clothes. His face is powdered and his eyebrows are like smoke. He doesn't look like an ordinary woman, at least he won't be too eye-catching. The class was recognized from the group of girls.

"Hey! Look! Isn't that Tang Yingzhuo?"

"Is he gay?"

"Do you think the draft can select something good!" said a loser, "He spent more than an hour in the secretary's office on the morning of the draft."

"bribery?"

"Nonsense! Why else would he practice yoga?"

"Practicing yoga is for this... Alas, NUS is really going downhill~~~"

Tang Yingzhuo sat cross-legged inside, calm and relaxed, and didn't hear a word.At this time, a person walked out of the crowd, and those who made irresponsible remarks ran away in desperation.The man stared at Tang Yingzhuo's back through the big glass for a long time, then left in a hurry.

After class the next afternoon, all members of the troupe had a meeting.

Including Mingyuan, the theater troupe has a total of sixteen members. Apart from Tang Yingzhuo, Xie Yuhuan and Xiao Peng, there are five members from the student union and seven newly selected members.Xie Yuhuan is the group leader, Ming Yuan is the director, plus Tang Yingzhuo and Xiao Peng, only Ren Chaoji is an actor among the five in the student union, and the other four are staff members.The other seven newly selected people were three men and four women.

Xie Yuhuan presided over the meeting in front of the lecture theater: "Currently the troupe has not yet been named, so we will have a meeting to study it, and then let the members get to know each other. First, let me introduce the Mingyuan Children's Shoes, which is a collection of screenwriters and directors from our troupe."

Mingyuan sat in the front row by the door row, looked at everyone, and everyone applauded.In fact, there are too many introductions, it's just a program.

Xie Yuhuan said again: "I thought of a few names for this group, for everyone to give their opinions on this basis, it may be a bit vulgar, everyone laughed, Xingmei, Jinyi, Fanyu, Chentian, Lanyao."

Xie Yuhuan wrote these names on the blackboard.Everyone said that it was not a bit vulgar but too vulgar, but no one could think of a better one.

Tang Yingzhuo sighed and said, "Why don't we call it 'Yuanyuan Repertory Troupe'."

"Ah?" Ma Tianyin opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Yuanyuan is so sweet! No way!"

Tang Yingzhuo smiled triumphantly: "That's called circle? Circle? Ball? Or, call it bubble."

Mingyuan stared at him boredly.

Xie Yuhuan said: "Tang Seng! Don't make trouble, just stay here!"

Tang Yingzhuo nestled in the corner and went to pick it up.

Then there was a silence.

It wasn't someone who suddenly said in a rough voice: "Call me the star of tomorrow!"

Everyone turned back to look for this big layman.It turned out to be Hu Sujie.She is the vice president of the student union.The Great Heroine Hu is also a female hero of the generation, anyone who can think of the four words "star of tomorrow" and can say them is a character.

No one answered, just pretend not to hear.Continue to be quiet.

Xie Yu became anxious, and began to sell the names on the blackboard like an auctioneer: "Xingmei, Jinyi, Fanyu, Chentian, Lanyao. How about changing positions, Xingyi? Jinmei? Fantian? Yuchen? Yao Lan? Hurry up and give me your opinion!"

Xiao Peng said: "You think these names are all good, but what does it have to do with the troupe?"

Xie Yuhuan said, "Then think of one."

Xiao Peng was at a loss for words.

In the end, Xie Yuhuan had no choice but to ask Mingyuan: "Mingyuan, what do you think?"

Mingyuan said, "I haven't made up my mind yet."

Tang Yingzhuo interjected: "After much deliberation, it's not as good as the one I said. Let's call it Yuanyuan. Isn't it cute?"

Ren Chaoji said, "Oh, why are you thinking so narrowly?"

Tang Yingzhuo said: "Then think of one."

Ren Chaoji thought for a while and said: "Whoever founded it, just put his name on it, why do you still have to rack your brains like this?"

"Then call it 'Little Bubble Repertory Troupe'." Tang Yingzhuo said.

"It's either a circle or a bubble, and nothing else?"

"Then, Fang Fang?" Tang Yingzhuo looked at Ming Yuan and smiled: "Call it Fang Fang, no, call it Fang Yuan."

Mingyuan's expression was very calm, and he looked at him silently.

Ren Chaoji ignored him.

Xie Yu yelled at him: "You're never finished! Look at your meddling! Get back!"

Tang Yingzhuo puffed her cheeks and said in a low voice, "Cut, isn't it allowed to speak freely, it's not democratic at all."

Xie Yuhuan gave him a white look: "Since I haven't thought of it yet, I can let it go. In fact, I want everyone to get to know each other during this brainstorming process. Someone must have come up with a good name just now but I am too embarrassed to say it. After I go down, I can give it to you." I'll send a text message, and we'll think about it. Mingyuan wrote a script and will distribute it to everyone in a while. Everyone will go back and read it. Tell Mingyuan which character you like and think is suitable for you. This semester, we will use this script to train our acting skills. If The effect has met the director's expectations, and the director will give everyone the chance to actually perform, so everyone should take it seriously. Okay?"

"Okay!" The crowd burst into an uproar and applauded enthusiastically.

Tang Yingzhuo was a little happy, it turned out that Mingyuan was writing the script those few days.

Thinking back to the past, in Tianjie, Mingyuan often hugged himself on his lap and wrote.

He wears glasses and concentrates on the screen, his side face is very delicate, his head is tilted on his shoulder, his breath sprays in his ear, watching a series of witty words appear on the computer screen, his posture is not willing to move when he is tired .However, he often turned around and kissed himself without warning, until his whole body became weak, and he continued to concentrate on writing, which was very bad.

He hinted a few times, but he ignored him, who cares about William Gold and William Silver, and directly poked the power button. When the screen went black, he was about to start a hair, and immediately blocked his mouth with his lips, and told him nastyly in his ear, I I recite them all.Then he rode his overlord to bow hard.hey-hey.That's what happens to pissed-off scum.After a few times, he actually developed the habit of Ctrl+S, and he couldn't handle him anymore... Sigh, that was really a golden age, a sweet day, when I thought we would be together forever.

I don't know if Fang Fang has ever been held in his lap, if Ming Yuan wanted to, Fang Fang would definitely not refuse.

After flirting for a while, the crowd dispersed, only Xie Yuhuan and Mingyuan were discussing things in a low voice at the door, Tang Yingzhuo moved a few seats forward, and listened.

"This role belongs to him, and should not be played by others. Please think again!"

"There's nothing else to think about. I don't think he's suitable to play the underworld boss at all...I'm thinking about Xiao Peng."

"Although Xiao Peng can also act, it must be far behind him. I still stick to the opinion just now, if you are asking for my opinion."

"..."

"Of course...you are the director, and the final decision is yours."

"...Then let me think about it."

"Director Ming, please trust me and him. I'll go first."

Mafia boss? ? ! !

Tang Yingzhuo hurriedly opened the script - "The Last Big Boss".

Who is the person that Xie Yuhuan recommended to Mingyuan?I went through the names of the actors in my mind, Xue Bing, Cao Hunan, Han Chun, Li Da.Could it be Cao Hunan?

Tang Yingzhuo decided to go all out for this role.If I win this role, I will have the opportunity to play the boss. I can't be the boss in reality, but I can enjoy myself on stage.

Being the boss is my lifelong dream~~~~~~ tears run~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thinking of this, Tang Yingzhuo rushed out like a stray bullet.Mingyuan had just left, and hadn't walked out of the corridor yet.

Tang Yingzhuo shouted from behind: "Director—"

Mingyuan vibrated and stopped in his tracks.Tang Yingzhuo ran up to him in a gust of wind.

"Director Ming! I, I think..."

At this moment, Mingyuan's cell phone rang, he took out the cell phone to look at it, raised his hand to signal Tang Yingzhuo to wait, then turned around to answer the phone, his voice was so soft that he almost exaggerated: "Hey, wife..."

As soon as I heard the tone, I knew it was Fang Fang calling. After talking for a long time, the voice became smaller and smaller, and finally the voice was not talking at all, but just laughing and humming. I couldn't make out what I was saying. , Like whispers in sleep, whispers when making love.Tang Ying poked at the wall shamelessly, lit a cigarette, and listened.Several times I thought I was about to finish talking, but it was obvious that the other side didn't do it, so I continued to comfort, and continued to promise with a smile, as patient as a baby's father.

Tang Yingzhuo smoked more than ten cigarettes, before answering the call, Tang Yingzhuo stomped out the cigarette butt, then heard the other side say: Bye bye, ok, um... um... kiss, bye... ok, ok, um, Dear, good, bye.

The call took 46 minutes and 37 seconds.Tang Yingzhuo's intestines have melted.

After hanging up the phone, Mingyuan helped the glasses frame, his eyes returned to normal, and said to Tang Yingzhuo solemnly: "What's the matter."

Tang Yingzhuo said disappointedly: "I want to be the hero."

"Well, I'll think about it. That's it?" Ming Yuan glanced at him impatiently.

"I really want to..."

Mingyuan's face was so stinky that he couldn't see it: "Can't understand Chinese? I said I would think about it. Gotit?"

Tang Yingzhuo stood in front of him: "I mean it must be."

"You are the director and I am the director?"

"I...ah no, you are. But, can't I beg you?"

"Begging?" Mingyuan smiled sarcastically: "If you ask for anything, then why didn't it work when I begged you for seven days and nights?"

Tang Yingzhuo pursed her lips and was silent for a while: "Then what do you want? Do you want me to kneel down for you?"

Ming Yuan said blankly: "Get out of the way, I still have something to do, I don't want to waste time with you here!"

thump--

Tang Yingzhuo really knelt down.

"You make a condition, okay?"

More and more people gathered to watch.Tang Yingzhuo's head is heavy.

"It's really shameless!" Ming Yuan walked past him and said coldly.

Tang Yingzhuo turned into an ice sculpture.

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