yellow sorghum

Yu Zhengyan hadn't been at home since he came back from abroad. The housekeeper said that the husband had something to deal with. Yu Minglang was flipping through the book at that time, and his fingertips rested on the pages for a while. He raised his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

If it was about the company, Yu Zhengyan would definitely not stay home for more than ten days. I don't know if it was because of that incident, but for the first time, he became interested in Yu Zhengyan's private affairs.

The housekeeper shook his head: "The young master won't want to know, it's all trivial matters, and the husband will come back after he finishes dealing with it."

He didn't ask any more questions, just lowered his head and continued to read, but he didn't know where his mind had gone.

"What about the lead actor?"

"Choose in class now, if it's too late, it's too late."

"Who can you see?"

"Or just him?"

"He? Wouldn't agree!"

"How do you know if you don't try?"

A few people rustled, their heads came together, and they separated after a while.

Someone pushed a girl and said, "Mo Bei, you go, you are entertainment."

The girl hesitated for a moment, she looked back, and saw Yu Minglang was looking down at something, his eyelashes were very long, like a brush, and he could vaguely see it from a few tables away.

She bit her lip and said silently in her heart: "For the class!"

Yu Minglang only felt that his right eyelid was twitching violently, and when he looked up, he saw a girl walking towards her, with a shy expression on her face, paused a few steps, and finally stopped in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows. He knew this person, his name was Mo Bei, and he had a good relationship with Bai Huan at the front table.

With a smile on his lips, he asked politely, "What's the matter?"

The girl's eyes wandered wildly, and finally she sat slowly on Bai Huan's seat, with a hint of begging in her eyes: "Student Yu Minglang..."

Yu Minglang: "Yes."

She swallowed: "There is something I need your help with."

Yu Minglang: "Huh?"

She swallowed again: "You know that, the school will hold a party before the winter vacation."

Yu Minglang looked at her silently, the girl felt a little guilty, she tugged at the school uniform: "It's that our class is going to have a show, it's been decided, the play, Don Quixote, now the script has been set, and the personnel are also ready." It's almost in place, but the lead role has not yet been decided."

Her meaning was already very clear, and those big eyes blinked and blinked, staring at him.

Yu Minglang didn't give her a chance to continue, and looked down at the workbook in his hand again: "Sorry, I might help with other things, but I really can't do anything about it. I don't have any talent for acting, and I don't have the time."

He looked up and smiled at her: "Go find someone else to try."

When Mo Bei heard this, the corners of his eyes drooped, and everyone turned their heads towards her, obviously refusing, and she didn't say anything anymore. When she stood up, she kept regretting in her heart. What a pity, she wanted Yu If Minglang is to play Don Quixote, he should add some points to this appearance!

Wenyu went back disappointed, and someone comforted her: "It's all right, it's no wonder he agreed."

After all, Yu Minglang is usually not interested in these activities, nor does he like to socialize, so it is reasonable to refuse.

Yu Minglang twirled the pen in his hand, staring at the trees outside the window in a daze.

"Student, can you call Mo Bei from your class for me?"

"Mo Bei, someone is looking for you."

Wenyu ran over immediately, the melancholy just now was gone, with a smile on his face.

He turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure standing by the door, holding his hand on the door frame.

In the afternoon, Yu Minglang stood in front of Mo Bei's desk: "Wenyu, has the role been decided yet?"

Mo Bei looked horrified, thinking he had heard wrong.

Yu Minglang remained expressionless, and said, "If there is no one to act, I want to."

Didn't you say in the morning that you don't have any talent for acting, you don't have time, and you should find someone else? Why did you agree in the afternoon?Isn't she dreaming?Mo Bei slowed down for a few seconds, Yu Minglang stood in front of her, blocking a large area of ​​sight, she still couldn't believe it, and confirmed with a trembling voice: "You said you want to act?"

Yu Minglang was silent for a while, and finally nodded.

"Okay, okay!" She was stunned for a few seconds, then she clapped her hands suddenly, the corners of her mouth were grinning to her ears, "No one is acting, no one is acting, come on!"

Yu Minglang nodded: "Alright then, call me during the rehearsal."

Mo Bei: "Okay, okay."

Looking at the back of Yu Minglang leaving, she couldn't help being speechless, thinking that this figure in a knight outfit would definitely amaze the audience, she smirked for a while by herself, took out a notebook from the drawer, turned to the page of performers, and said While chanting "Yu Minglang", he wrote him down on the notebook with a pen, above the three words, there was two words, Qi Sen.Entertainment is very happy, humming songs throughout the class.

During the rehearsal of the play, the two of them bumped into each other without accident. The place where the play was rehearsed was a big dance studio. Yu Minglang came early, he sat on the resting chair, waiting for others to come, When Qi Sen came in, he was talking to Wenyu, smiling very happily, which made Yu Minglang's heart itch, he was thinking, does Qi Sen treat everyone like this?Smile like the sun.

Everyone is in the class, only Qi Sen is not, he should be a foreign aid invited by Entertainment, Qi Sen was also stunned when he saw Yu Minglang, he didn't expect the two to meet here again, he rushed Yu Minglang nodded, it was considered as a greeting, Wenyu saw it, and Qi Sen said, "Do you know each other?"

Qi Sen smiled a little far-fetched. Although they had dinner not long ago, the incident in the toilet did make him a little embarrassed. He nodded: "I know."

Wenyu laughed without image: "Haha, it's good to know each other, you two still have a confrontation scene from the beginning!"

Yu Minglang became interested, and he asked, "What are you playing?"

Qi Sen was silent for a while, curled his mouth, showing a helpless expression: "Windmill."

Yu Minglang: "..."

He has read the script this time, and there are only two scenes, namely, the struggle between Don Quixote and the windmill and the duel between Don Quixote and the priest. The distress of the windmill is a very exciting part of the whole story. The giant was finally hanged to the ground. He thought he would use props to play it, but it turned out to be a real person. Besides, playing a windmill on Qi Sen's condition is really overkill.

Wenyu laughed twice: "Isn't there really no one? I went to hire a foreign aid, who said that the boys in our class are not tall enough."

Qi Sen didn't care either: "It's the same in everything."

Wenyu clapped his hands: "Everyone is here, and I've read the script, so let's arrange it as I said at the beginning."

Yu Minglang was the leading actor, and he was there for the whole show. He had to meet Fengche in the first half.

I remember almost all the lines, just act as Wenyu told him. He has never acted before, and his tone is a little stiff. The first line is his: "Sangsang, you said that in this world, except me, Who would be so eye-catching..."

Before he finished speaking, Wenyu interrupted him: "Wait a minute!"

Wenyu walked up to him, her thin eyebrows slightly frowned: "Yu Minglang, the tone shouldn't be too blunt, it should be a little ups and downs."

He read the script book for a while, thought about it, and hummed.

Wenyu laughed twice: "It's okay, it's the first time, don't be nervous."

She stood aside and looked at Yu Minglang with loving and encouraging eyes. He licked his slightly dry lips and adjusted his tone: "Sangsang, tell me, who in this world, except me, would be like this?" Stand out and stand out from the crowd?"

Qi Sen was a little lost in thought, the young man stood there with his head straight, looking at his "servant" Sancho, unlike usual, there was a hint of madness and fearlessness in his eyes.

Wen Yu stood beside him, amazed by Yu Minglang's acting skills, and gave him a thumbs up, admiring in his heart, the sense of the play is good, and he didn't choose the wrong person.