After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

Lan Xinrong rubbed his hands with a smile, and greeted him flatteringly: "Mr. Wen, the thing about appearance was not intentional by Hang Yang, and there is no way to change it..."

"All right, all right, don't be poor," Teacher Wen waved his hands at Lan Xinrong in disdain, "I promised Hang Xiutu to bring his younger brother to the door, and I won't go back on my word. Just remember, don't tell anyone that this is mine. Students, don't force Lai Lai outside under my banner, that's fine."

He hooked his fingertips at Hang Yang: "you go out, this child stays."

Lan Xinrong was full of smiles, as if he couldn't hear Wen Yuan's disgust at all, he simply said "hey", winked at Hang Yang, and happily said "study hard", without any hesitation. I left with nostalgia.

Hang Yang: "..."

"Don't look at the door, just watch what he's doing. Are you still a kid who just started kindergarten? Can't bear your parents?" Teacher Wen frowned, "Come here."

Hiss——Hang Yang gasped in his heart, and quickly turned his face away.Like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he bit the bullet and sent himself to Teacher Wen's butcher's knife: "Hi Teacher Wen, my name is Hang Yang."

"I know, it's useless to say less." Teacher Wen's brow lines deepened, and the fierce energy from all over his body almost penetrated his skin. He patted the stool next to him, "Come here, sit down. "

Mom I want to go home!

Hang Yang took a deep breath, packed up the capitalized word "counseling" in his mind desperately, pressed it into the corner, strode to sit down opposite Teacher Wen, and sat down very well: "Teacher."

Wen Yuan glanced over with piercing eyes: "Have you ever had acting experience?"

The original owner also contributed a few performances in several idol dramas, Hang Yang hesitated and nodded: "There is... a little bit."

"The title of the show."

"Ba, "The Domineering School Grass Falls in Love with Me", and, also, "Being Walled Nine Times by the President No.90"..." Hang Yang spoke very fast, his face was red hot, if he threw a ball at him at this moment A straw, Hang Yang can spontaneously combust on the spot——

Then Hang Yang heard an undisguised "Oh."

Hang Yang: "..."

It was the first time in his life that he had a deep understanding of what the words "shame and anger" and "shame" meant. He clasped the edge of the stool with trembling hands, his face was flushed, and he didn't say a word.

"Okay," Wen Yuan stood up, and found a crumpled booklet from the pile of books on the table next to him. It seemed that he had flipped through it countless times, "Here, read it."

Hang Yang took it with both hands, only to see three large characters on the cover - "King Lear".

Shakespeare's King Lear!For a newcomer who has only acted in "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me"?

For a moment, a neat row of bullet screens floated in Hang Yang's mind: Is this beaver? !

"Teacher," Hang Yang carefully pointed to the cover, and asked tactfully, "Shakespeare to start?"

Who knew that Wen Yuan's brows, which were carved out by the blade of a knife, stretched slightly: "Yes, I also know Shakespeare."

Hang Yang: "...?"

Teacher Wen: "From your brother's account, I thought he gave me an illiterate."

He patted Hang Yang on the shoulder, and his expression finally got a little bit of "kindness": "It's fine if you can communicate. Come on, let's start with Shakespeare, shall we?"

Hang Yang smashed all his temper into his stomach, and asked in a good voice: "Teacher, is it just reading aloud?"

"No," Teacher Wen picked up the script and flipped through it, stopped at a page, and placed it in front of Hang Yang again, "I want you to incorporate understanding and emotion, and try your best to interpret it with voice and expression."

Hang Yang knew it—a quiz to find out.

He took the book solemnly, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably faster again. He was really nervous, but it seemed to be mixed with indescribable excitement and expectation.

Hang Yang's hand slowly flicked the pages of the book. This is the ending of the fifth act of "King Lear": King Lear hugged the body of his little daughter in his arms, weeping in the wilderness, and died madly with nothing.

He quickly calmed down and integrated himself into the words, not even knowing when Wen Yuan drew the curtains or the room suddenly became dark.

Realizing the change in Hang Yang's eyes, Wen Yuan was surprised at first, then quickly cleaned up his expression, and lowered his voice: "Do you need time to read the whole text?"

"No need," Hang Yang shook his head, "I'm already familiar with the plot."

"So……"

"Let's get started." Hang Yang stared at the book in his hand, his eyes almost unblinking, his face focused and quiet, completely different from the shy and youthful look when he first entered the door.

Teacher Wen's always cold eyes suddenly became warm, even hot - this child is by no means ordinary!

"3, 2, 1," Wen Yuan's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing a child who was about to be like water, "action"

In the silent room, a heartbreaking lament suddenly tore the silence——

"Howl, howl... howl, howl!"

Hang Yang shook his head slightly and looked towards the crook of his arm tremblingly. It seemed that there was really a girl who would never open his eyes lying there. His hoarse voice was almost fragmented. For a moment, Wen Yuan almost ignored the beautiful young man in front of him. Looking at his face, he saw a soul that was in extreme pain and vicissitudes.

Wen Yuan's palms unconsciously ooze a little sweat, and the flames in his eyes intensify: It's so fucking awesome!

Hang Yang didn't notice the change in Wen Yuan's demeanor at all, and he was all focused on the script.

"You are all stone-like people, why don't you give me your useless tongues and eyes, I will shake the sky with tears and cries." His eyes full of despair were mixed with anger, with a faint sense of panic Look around - what a poor king who has nothing and is dying.

He was so tired and in pain, he said to himself, lowered his head and told himself firmly: "She will never come back. I know whether a person is dead or alive."

He shut his mouth suddenly and fell into a brief silence.

He panted violently and looked around tremblingly. Suddenly, the old man's cloudy eyes flashed with abnormal joy: "Lend me a mirror; if her breath can still create a layer of mist on the mirror, then she can still breathe." not dead."

He suddenly clenched his thumb and forefinger tightly, and his eyes flickered with fanaticism that was almost strange.He looked around and raised his voice as hard as he could, as if trying to prove something: "Oh! This feather is moving! She is not dead! If she is still alive, then all my sorrows can be relieved!"

Wen Yuan pressed his hand at the right time, his voice choked up: "Ah, my master!"

But Lear was no longer willing to listen to what his loyal servant had to say, he broke away from him with trembling hands, and waved tiredly but vigorously: "Go away, go away!"

He was so painful, wronged and stubborn, and he refused to accept his daughter's death: "A plague has fallen on you, full of murderers, traitors! I could have brought her back to life; now she will never come back Already!"

He lowered his head a little, with uncontrollable sobs, but as gentle as possible: "Cordelia, Cordelia..."

He moved closer again, with a childlike smirk on his tear-stained face, but his eyes were empty: "His voice is always so soft and gentle, as it should be in a daughter's family."

The next sentence suddenly turned sharp: "I personally killed the slave who hanged you to death!"

He is chaotic, vicious for a while, dazed for a while, he doesn't believe anyone for a while, and becomes the most helpless child on the wasteland...

Like a dead leaf falling from a branch to a tree root, a hero's life goes mad and ruins in the mourning of losing everything.

"Why is it that a dog, a horse, a mouse, all have their lives, but you don't breathe? You're never coming back, never, never, never, never, never!"

He suddenly calmed down, and even pointed to his neckline with a smile: "Please unbutton this button for me."

Wen Yuan stepped forward.

He pressed Wen Yuan's hand: "Thank you, sir."

Then pointing to the empty arms: "Did you see? Look at her, look, her lips, look, look..."

A tear fell from Hang Yang's left eye just right, across his pale and trembling lips, and dripped on the ground.

After a while, applause broke out in the silent room.

"Crack, crack, crack." Wen Yuan clapped his hands and knelt down, gently helping Hang Yang wipe away the tears on his face.

It was the first time that Hang Yang saw the expression of "kindness" appearing on the face in front of him, and his whole body trembled with fright.

The author has something to say:

Teacher Wen: Oh, it smells so good

pppppppps: I recommend everyone to watch "King Lear" starring Sir Alex Ferguson in 08, it's so contagious!

pppppppppppps: All wishes come true in the New Year!Love you guys!happy New Year! ! ! ! !