Chapter 242, Part 2422

242:

After finishing their meal, the three of them returned together to their current residence in Fengque.

"Uncle Feng, I haven't finished my homework, how can I do it?" Ye Qingxi asked Feng Que.

Upon hearing this, Feng Que led him to the study.

Ye Qingxi then obediently began doing her homework in the study.

After he finished his homework, packed his schoolbag, left the study, and went downstairs, he saw his father acting with Feng Que in the living room.

Ye Qingxi watched quietly for a while.

How should I put it?

There has been progress, but not much.

After all, you can't get fat in one bite.

Ye Qingxi tiptoed downstairs, and Mu Shaowu turned around and saw her.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi silently lowered her raised foot.

Mu Shaowu: ...

Mu Shaowu then released his grip on Feng Que's collar.

"Have you finished writing?" Mu Shaowu asked with concern.

Ye Qingxi nodded.

"Would you like to watch some TV?" Mu Shaowu asked.

Ye Qingxi shook his head and sat down on the sofa in the living room. "I'm watching you and Uncle Feng, Dad."

Mu Shaowu: ...

Mu Shaowu was suddenly a little embarrassed.

He subconsciously wanted Ye Qingxi to play the game, but then he thought that after filming started in January, Ye Qingxi would not only have to watch him act, but also act with him. Since there was no way to escape it, why bother escaping?

"Director Feng, shall we continue?" Mu Shaowu looked at Feng Que.

Phoenix Palace: ...

Feng Que thought he should take a rest, at least he needed to.

"Didn't your phone just ring? Do you want to call it back?" Feng Que asked gently.

Mu Shaowu then remembered, "Oh, right, I wonder what it is."

"Okay, we'll continue in a bit."

Feng Que nodded hurriedly, "Go quickly, let him rest for a while too."

Mu Shaowu then walked to the coffee table and picked up his phone.

He dialed the number.

This was his assistant's phone number; it must be about company matters. Mu Shaowu didn't want Feng Que to hear it, so he pointed to the bathroom, indicating that he was going to use the restroom.

Feng Que naturally had no objections.

He even hoped that Mu Shaowu could stay on the job a little longer so that he could get some more rest.

It wasn't until Mu Shaowu went into the bathroom that Feng Que slumped onto the sofa, looking like a person on the verge of death.

Ye Qingxi: ...

"Is it...is it really that tiring?" Ye Qingxi asked doubtfully.

"Have you ever watched your dad's TV shows?" Feng Que turned to look at Ye Qingxi.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi nodded.

Do you think your dad acted well?

Ye Qingxi: ...

"My dad has a good attitude."

"He's been doing really well; he hasn't shown any impatience all day."

"Right?" Ye Qingxi immediately raised her little face proudly.

"But as you've seen, the results were minimal. Do you know what 'minimal results' means?"

Ye Qingxi: ...Of course he knows.

Ye Qingxi instantly moved to his side, saying, "Uncle Feng, you've worked hard!"

He raised his hand, "I'll give you a massage~"

As she spoke, Ye Qingxi began massaging Feng Que's arms and shoulders.

Feng Que was amused by his obedient and adorable appearance and took his little hand away.

"What I need is not a physical massage, but a mental spa."

He picked up the script, flipped through it, and handed it to Ye Qingxi, saying, "Go and act out this scene for me to see."

Ye Qingxi took it and began to read it carefully.

This part of the plot is not difficult. Qiao Tian, ​​who is the son in the script, is brought home by his father Qiao Xia. Because he vaguely senses that Qiao Xia may be somewhat dissatisfied with his arrival, he does not dare to wander around after entering the house. He stands obediently, silently observing his father while being afraid that he will drive him away.

Ye Qingxi closed the script and walked to the other side of the coffee table.

Feng Que was about to tell him to let her know when he was ready when he saw him turn around and give him an OK sign.

Is that all?

Is that okay?

The next second, Ye Qingxi showed him with her actions that he was indeed ready.

He made a carrying motion with his hands, lowered his head, slowly took a few steps forward, and then stopped.

He looked into the distance, as if there was something there. His eyes were clear and innocent, yet cautious, concealing a faint fear.

He was looking at it, but then quickly looked away and lowered his head.

After a while, he gently lifted his eyelids and cautiously looked in the direction he had just been.

He unconsciously hunched his neck, his hands still holding the things he had brought in, as if he hadn't put them down yet.

His heart was not completely at ease.

"Not bad, not bad," Feng Que couldn't help but exclaim, "That's exactly the feeling."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxi turned her head and smiled at him.

In an instant, she transformed from the timid Qiao Tian in the drama into the sunny and cheerful Ye Qingxi.

"If only your father could have your acting skills," Feng Que said sincerely.

Mu Shaowu, who had just returned from a phone call: ...Is it that he doesn't want it?!

But is his son putting on an act again?!

Thinking of this, Mu Shaowu quickly walked to Ye Qingxi's side and asked curiously, "Which scene did you just act out?"

“It’s the part where Qiao Tianchu first enters the house,” Feng Que said.

Mu Shaowu was intrigued. "Then act it out again, let me see."

Feng Que nodded, "That works too, you can act alongside him."

Mu Shaowu: ...No, I'm asking my son, are you my son?

Why do I only hear you talking?

But since Feng Que was the director, Mu Shaowu, as an actor, still had respect for him. Therefore, he only complained inwardly and agreed, "Okay."

Ye Qingxi had no objections. It was perfect, since he had never acted with his father before!

Ye Qingxi began her performance with great anticipation.

This performance alone made Ye Qingxi realize Feng Que's powerlessness.

“Dad, you can’t look at me like that.” Ye Qingxi couldn’t help but instruct him, “You just found out you have a son as big as me. You’re very surprised, you can’t imagine it, and you can’t quite accept it, but you can’t not accept it. Your feelings are very complicated, and your attitude towards me is also complicated. But overall, you don’t actually dislike me. The way you look at me now is like you dislike me.”

Mu Shaowu: !!!

"How could this be?!"

Mu Shaowu refused to admit it!

He was clearly trying to balance all sorts of emotions, so why did he seem so disgusted?!

That's impossible!

Feng Que: "That's how you're portraying yourself."

Mu Shaowu didn't believe it; his acting skills couldn't possibly be that bad!

Upon hearing this, Feng Que picked up his phone and said, "Okay, I'll take a picture of you this time. You can see it for yourself in a bit."

“Fine, I’ll watch then,” Mu Shaowu retorted, unwilling to back down.

He and Ye Qingxi started acting together again.

Ye Qingxi: ...This doesn't make sense, Dad. You don't seem to mind me now, but it's like your son has been lost for many years and has finally returned to your side!

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi didn't quite understand. Was this complex emotion really that difficult?

Isn't this something you can act out just by looking at the other person?

Why can't his father?

Ye Qingxi instructed again, "Dad, don't be like that. You didn't know I existed before, so you're still very surprised and incredulous, not saying, 'Baby, you've finally appeared.'"

Phoenix Palace: ...

Feng Que found it quite unbelievable to see his son diligently teaching his father.

A genius son and a slacker father.

That's good. He's been teaching all day and deserves a break. Let's switch to his teaching assistant.

Anyway, when Ye Qingxi was making promises to him, she said that the two of them would teach together, which would be perfect, so he wouldn't have to work so hard all by himself.

After teaching for a long time, Ye Qingxi finally managed to improve his academically challenged father's grades somewhat.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi suddenly felt that she understood Duan Yi.

When he used to audit Mu Shaoyan's classes, he would often encounter situations where Mu Shaoyan couldn't solve the problems, leaving Duan Yi speechless.

"Just do this and that will get you out, won't it?" Duan Yi said helplessly.

Mu Shaoyan: "You can do it like this, like this, like this?"

Ye Qingxi nodded silently in her heart. Yes, it could actually be like this?

Now, he also wants to say to his dad: Just do this and that, and that will be fine, right?

But he guessed his dad also wanted to ask him: Can it be done like this or that?

"Dad, take a rest for a while and have some water."

"It's alright, Dad isn't thirsty," Mu Shaowu said casually, looking at his son.

But I'm so thirsty QAQ, Ye Qingxi felt her mouth was almost dry.

At the crucial moment, it was Feng Que, who was also a teacher, who saw through Ye Qingxi's little scheme.

"Take a break, you've had a long day, let's call it a day."

Mu Shaowu: !!!

"That's it?"

"What else? It's already past nine o'clock. You guys should rest for a bit and go back to sleep.

"That's true," Mu Shaowu thought to himself.

"Then I'll come find you again tomorrow."

"Mm." Feng Que nodded.

He got Ye Qingxi a bottle of yogurt and Mu Shaowu a bottle of mineral water.

Ye Qingxi took the yogurt and gulped down half of it.

He drank a few more sips of Mu Shaowu's mineral water.

After returning home, he received a WeChat message from Feng Que: "Teaching people must be tough, Teacher Xiao Ye."

Ye Qingxi: ...That's right.

Feng Que: [Keep it up!]

Ye Qingxi: [Keep it up!]

On the third day of joint teaching by Teacher Ye and Teacher Feng, the two finally discovered Mu Shaowu's strengths in acting.

“It can’t be called a strength,” Feng Que said. “It should be said that he is a good father, so in some places, he can rely entirely on emotion and not on acting skills.”

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?

"Teacher Feng, could you please say that again in a way that I can understand?"

"It's like this, Teacher Ye. Look at this." Feng Que picked up her phone and played a video for him.

This is a scene that Ye Qingxi and Mu Shaowu just acted out together. In this scene, Mu Shaowu's expressions, eyes, and lines were all flawless, and coupled with Ye Qingxi's performance, it was indescribably warm and beautiful.

"As I just said, my dad's performance in this part was exceptionally good," Ye Qingxi said proudly.

He said his dad would definitely improve!

“You could say it’s because he acted well, but it’s more about his genuine emotions,” Feng Que said. “You’re the person involved, so you don’t know, but your father usually looks at you like this too.”

"Huh?" Ye Qingxi was somewhat surprised.

“Yes,” Feng Que said with a smile. “He looks at you with great tenderness, and his eyes clearly show his affection and tenderness. When he talks to you, his smile becomes even brighter.”

Ye Qingxi: ...

This was the first time Ye Qingxi had heard someone analyze Mu Shaowu's expression, eyes, and tone of voice like this, and she felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

She couldn't help but say happily, "My dad really likes me."

“Hmm.” Feng Que thought so too. “So he’s acting out scenes that happen between you and him in your daily lives. Like the scene just now where he was tutoring Qiao Tian, ​​he unconsciously acted out the scene in the way he usually acts with you. At that moment, he wasn’t just looking at Qiao Tian, ​​but also at you.”

"Is this not allowed?" Ye Qingxi asked.

“Yes,” Feng Que said. “That’s why I said this is his strength as an actor. With you confirmed to play Qiao Tian, ​​other actors might not be able to portray these everyday scenes as naturally and emotionally as he does.”

Ye Qingxi: !!

“That’s why I said he’s a good fit!” Ye Qingxi said happily. “I had a good reason to let you choose my dad, didn’t I?”

"But his scenes with other actors, as well as his solo performances, all need improvement."

"Then let's strengthen it!" Ye Qingxi looked at the person in front of her and encouraged him, "Brave Fengfeng, don't be afraid of difficulties!"

Phoenix Palace: ...

Feng Que nodded, "Then let's discuss the next teaching task, Teacher Xiao Ye."

“Okay, Teacher Feng.” Ye Qingxi immediately leaned her little head closer.

Mu Shaowu, who had just finished a phone call and dealt with work, came out of the restroom: ...

Wait, when did you two become so close?

Xiao Xi, why are you standing so close to him?

And you! Feng Que! Get your head away from my son's head!