Chapter 4: The wind starts from the first performance. All the knowledge learned is miscellaneous.
[@陈醒Theo]: (O_o) Acting fans and face fans can exist, so what's wrong with us having body fans! If the acting is good, we praise; if the body is good, we also praise. It's fair.
Fans who knew what TV series Chen Xing was watching recently rushed to comment.
[@菜菜菜菜]: I can’t criticize this, I’ll call out the little black cat! The little black cat is the light of the figure pink!
[@世界爸爸]: I hope the world can respect body fans. Body fans are not perverts. We just want to learn sketching.
[@重度野生*]: I clicked! I hope more directors will give the little black cat a chance to take off his clothes!
[@我家买鱼]: I want fans with good figures, I want fans with good figures! Let us start by urging artists to have good figures!
…
Because Chen Xing would share the TV series he watched recently on his Weibo with the message “only visible to fans”, everyone was afraid that the artist’s fans would barge in, so when saying the name, they would first abbreviate it and then replace it with Chinese.
This "little black cat" refers to Xia Huanming, which is a tacit understanding among fans.
[@每天吃小猪包]: What's wrong with body fans! Body fans are an atmosphere and an attitude! Only those who have been body fans can understand what they are taking off when they take off their clothes! Do you think they are taking off their own clothes? No, they are actually taking off our pants!
[@陈醒Theo] replied to [@天天吃小猪包]: Σ( = = ) OMG, this is the comment section, not your bedroom...
[@我家买鱼] replied to [@每天吃小猪包]: Sister, you made me laugh to death.
After Chen Xing liked all the comments, he threw his phone on the bed and went to the balcony to get some fresh air.
The cool breeze blew slowly into his collar, ruffling his bangs, as if he was being showered by a clear, warm spring.
"It's so comfortable—" Chen Xing spread his arms wide, wanting the wind to be stronger, "Blow harder!"
As a result, the wind did not come, but his collar was grabbed, and Lu Qing, who was half a head shorter than him, dragged him into the bedroom like a luggage.
He also closed the balcony door.
Chen Xing was about to retort in dissatisfaction when Lu Qing tapped his lips with his index finger: "If you catch a cold now, you won't be able to go on the show. Think carefully, do you want to catch a cold or go on the show."
This made the usually eloquent Chen Xing speechless. He could only hold the drum sticks and mutter softly: "But now... I feel inspired..."
Lu Qing snatched Chen Xing's drumsticks and said, "Cleaning can also be inspiring. I think it's not a bad idea for you to clean up before you go."
Chen Xing’s bedroom can be described as hell for a music student.
He connected all the rooms on the second floor that could be connected. Several musical instruments were scattered everywhere, from drums to kazoos. The computer he usually worked on was next to the electronic keyboard, and there were flutes and triangles hanging on the ceiling.
If he had arranged them from big to small, Lu Qing would not have said anything, but Chen Xing just took out the things and put them there, making the mess unbearable to look at.
"Look, your guitar is in the bedroom," Lu Qing pointed at the ground, "and the guitar bag is in the living room. Is it okay to have a long-distance relationship at home?"
At this time, Chen Xing had no more excuses, so he could only go downstairs dejectedly and run upstairs holding his guitar bag.
Before Lu Qing got angry, he took out a rag and cleaned the house obediently, looking at Lu Qing's expression from time to time and muttering to himself.
Lu Qing was softened by his submissive look, and finally called Xiao Wu, and the three of them cleaned up together.
At nine o'clock in the evening, all the floors were cleaned up and a lot of scrap metal was sorted out. Chen Xingfei said that these were all memories and would not let them throw them away no matter what.
What good memories can I bring back from those torn socks and broken washbasins?
Lu Qing and Xiao Wu looked at each other. One of them was responsible for tricking Chen Xing into the bathroom, while the other picked up the things and ran away, throwing them directly into the community garbage station.
This method is good, but it has a lot of aftereffects.
For the next few days, no matter what they did, Chen Xing would sigh and put his hands behind his back and say, "If that washbasin was still there, Arpeggio wouldn't be so complicated."
This made Lu Qing and Xiao Wu speechless: What does the fact that Arpeggio was not done well have to do with the washbasin?
However, they both knew that these were trivial matters and they could just treat Chen Xing to a meal when the time came.
So on the evening of April 20th, Lu Qing and Xiao Wu invited Chen Xing to have a midnight snack and let him order half a table of skewers and beer.
Chen Xing held the skewer in one hand and bit into the mutton horizontally, feeling the mutton sizzling with oil: "Okay, by the way, I forgive you."
Xiao Wu took off the plastic gloves he was using to peel edamame, picked up his phone and asked Chen Xing, "But Xiao Zhu, what does this sentence you posted on your Moments mean?"
Chen Xing leaned over to look at Xiao Wu's phone.
[Xingxing]: When you were watching the golden mountain in the sunrise at Lenggacuo, did you make a wish for yourself?
Lu Qing understood immediately and said with a smile: "I can see that he posted this after finishing watching Faraway. It must be the ending of the last episode. The case is over, and he went on a trip to Sichuan and Tibet to pray for his wife to have a good next life."
Xiao Wu was puzzled: "Sister Qing, you haven't seen it, right? How do you know this?"
"It's not that I haven't seen it, I just watched it intermittently," Lu Qing picked up the roasted eggplant, "I only remembered this part after it became a trending search. It was shot on location and it was really well shot. It looks like a travel promotional video."
Chen Xing didn't stop peeling the lobster and nodded slightly: "I did read what Yuan Wang wrote, but... let's just leave it at that."
The two did not notice Chen Xing's pause and continued chatting about other people's circle of friends.
Chen Xing poured a glass of specially blended low-alcohol wine. The bubbles in the glass slowly rose in the amber-colored wine and finally floated next to the mint leaves used for decoration.
He stared at the drifting mint leaf and finally drank the whole drink.
The aroma of sweet wine blooms in the mouth, starting with the sourness of orange peel and ending with the sweetness of grapes.
Tonight the lights are bright, the neon lights are shining, and the streets and alleys are filled with laughter.
Chen Xing was thinking——
Is he still suffering from insomnia?
"Keep eating, little pig! This mutton is delicious!" Xiao Wu waved the skewers and greeted Chen Xing.
"Let's toast first! I hope we can perform well in "Acting Comes First"!" Lu Qing raised his glass first.
Chen Xing followed closely behind.
The crisp sound of clinking glasses takes away the dark night.
The eastern skyline gradually changes from a dark black to a bright orange-yellow like the butterfly peony.
Late-night snack stalls have put away their signs one by one, while breakfast shops have opened their shutters. In the narrow alleys, there is an endless stream of pedestrians, all rushing to work or school, holding freshly baked breakfasts in their hands and riding their bicycles towards the wide streets.
The days passed in such a plain and peaceful time.
Four days later, it was time to go to the recording site of "Acting First".
Chen Xing, whose hair was dyed black tea, hugged Xiao Wu and shouted reluctantly: "Xiao Wu, I won't be back for a while, please don't miss me. Remember, you must take good care of my home! Don't forget!"
Chen Xing was wearing a light milky white sweatshirt and ripped jeans. There was no trace of ancient style on his body, but he insisted on speaking in this tone.
Lu Qing almost closed his eyes after hearing this.
Xiao Wu also cooperated with him, pushed up his glasses and bowed: "Yes, my lord, don't worry, I will water it well and make it clear, my lord, go and rest assured."
Chen Xing held up his arm and said, "My dear, please get up quickly."
Lu Qing felt a headache after hearing this. He grabbed the collars of the two of them and separated them: "...If you two can't speak classical Chinese, then don't talk anymore."
Xiao Wu was unmoved and continued to shout, "Lord!"
Chen Xing: "My dear!"
Xiao Wu closed his eyes and began to sing: "Unintentional sadness ~ Everything looks young ~"
Lu Qing: “……?”
Chen Xing continued to sing, and brought the tune back to normal: "Because love grows simply~ I can still go crazy for you at any time~"
Lu Qing choked up: "...Forget it, just pretend I'm deaf."
With the arrival of the pickup truck driver, this hearty musical farewell came to an end.
Several people worked together to load the big box into the car. Chen Xing gave the driver two packs of cigarettes and mineral water: "The journey is quite long, and there are some valuable equipment inside. Thank you for your help, masters."
"Hey, this is what we should do," the driver took the item cheerfully, speaking Mandarin with a hometown accent, "Don't worry, little handsome guy, I guarantee it will be delivered to you safely."
Chen Xing smiled and said, "Then we have to ensure the safety of the masters themselves and get on the road safely."
The driver gestured "ok".
After the truck drove away, Chen Xing and Lu Qing also got on. Xiao Wu stood at the door holding Chen Xing's toys and watched them leave.
The toy was taller than Xiao Wu. From a distance it looked like the toy was waving. Chen Xing couldn't help but take a photo.
The recording location of "Acting First" is in a suburban city far from the city center. After getting off the elevated road, we turned into a not very flat loess road. The sun shines through the dense layers of leaves, casting mottled light and shadows; even the lake water is rippling, and looks lush and green from a distance.
The red-throated robin hides in the lush green bamboo bushes; the black-faced thrush folds its wings and sneaks around, licking the pond water silently; pond herons and cormorants flutter over the water, hiding among the lotus flowers, stirring up layers of ripples.
Chen Xing opened all the windows and rested his elbows on the frame.
Lu Qing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took a few photos of Chen Xing's hair flying, and Chen Xing posted them on Weibo.
[@陈醒Theo]: >w< The weather is so nice. [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
There were a few fans who had set up special attention and replied as soon as they saw his message.
[@AngieGill]: Only Xiaozhu treats Weibo as a circle of friends and posts everything!
[@每天吃小猪包]: Ahhhhhh the little pig is so suitable for black hair! Back to 2017!
[@芋泥真好吃]: What? A piglet? Give it a kiss; What? A piglet with black hair? Give it a kiss.
[@繪红老干部117]: It has to be black. Your complexion has improved immediately. When we saw the last meal photo, I thought you were seriously ill.
"Looks like a serious illness?" This was the first time Chen Xing knew about this.
He thought about what happened between Lu Qing and Xiao Wu, and then he realized: They kept asking him to dye his hair black, not because they wanted him to stop dyeing it, but because they thought he was sick?!
Chen Xing touched his blackened hair and answered this person:
[@陈醒Theo] replied to [@畫红老干部117]: Is it really that bad? (T.T)! I like the green one.
[@畫红老干部117] replied to [@陈醒Theo]: I can only say that it's all thanks to your face. The piglet is good, but the hair is bad.
When Chen Xing saw others praising him, his mood suddenly improved. He browsed Weibo for a while and then closed his eyes to rest.
When Lu Qing called him to get up, it was already 2:11 in the afternoon.
Chen Xing would never have imagined that in such a beautiful scenic area, in front of the valley where calla lilies are in full bloom, there would be such a modern technological building - the glass of the venue is like rippling sapphire, and at the same time like a pool of water reflected in a curved mirror, magnificent and vast.
Chen Xing raised his head to look up at the high ceiling and almost lost his balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he had good balance and managed to get back on track.
Lu Qing went to check in the luggage, and Chen Xing followed the staff on a tour.
"The artists will arrive one after another today, and filming will officially begin tomorrow." The staff member is a boy wearing glasses who calls himself "Cici" and his name badge reads "Intern Director."
Cici spoke very clearly, like a tour guide, and Chen Xing followed him to tour the building.
"This park is all ours. It is divided into three areas. Area 1 is here, and it is the recording venue with an audience seat."
"Zone 2 is very close to Zone 3. It is where artists shoot their films and TV shows. It has various set areas and practice rooms. Zone 3 is where you will stay. There are a total of six three-story villas."
"The places with cameras in each sub-district are all listed in this booklet, but please rest assured that there are cameras only in the lobby of the villa area, and there are no cameras in other places. We will not film too much daily life content."
The two walked into the last row of the auditorium in Theater No. 1.
The stage is large and there are few seats, so you can see clearly even if you sit in the last row.
After introducing the process and location, Cici took Chen Xing out of the venue.
Cici said affectionately: "Then Teacher Xiaozhu, you..."
Chen Xing felt awkward and waved his hands, saying, "I feel uncomfortable when you call me teacher and piggy at the same time. Just call me Chen Xing or piggy. We are about the same age anyway."
"Okay, okay," Cici immediately changed her tone, "Then Xiaozhu, you guys will stay in a temporary hotel today. If you have any questions, you can send me a message. The makeup teacher will come to see you at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, and the recording will start at 1 o'clock in the afternoon."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"What's the big deal? It's all what we should do," Cici glanced at her phone and took a half step back. "You can walk around here today. This is a scenic spot with nice views. I have to meet with other artists next, so I won't see you off."
"Go and get busy!" Chen Xing waved his hand.
During the following free time, Chen Xing said hello to Lu Qing and went for a walk alone.
Chen Xing happened to meet an old man who was fishing by the lake. The two chatted about some family matters and the old man was amused by Chen Xing.
This old man not only likes to chat, but is also very enthusiastic. He insisted on giving Chen Xing a fish. Chen Xing tried to refuse in every possible way, but he still couldn't get the old man to agree, so he finally brought a two-pound fish into the hotel.
When Lu Qing saw the fish, he was stunned: "?"
She knew Chen Xing was good at chatting, but she didn't expect him to be so good at it. He could catch a fish in an hour?
Finally, Lu Qing sent the fish to the hotel restaurant. The restaurant manager contacted the kitchen department and discussed with the chefs before giving it to them as a midnight snack, which was also a favor for Chen Xing.
While eating at the small restaurant, Lu Qing made an important speech on this matter: "You are really good."
The restaurant was noisy, but Lu Qing's voice was particularly clear.
Chen Xing didn't understand and asked, "What can I do?"
Lu Qing said, "I gave you a fish when we just met. If you keep going like this, I should give you the deed next time we meet."
Chen Xing answered truthfully: "There was a bigger one originally, but I didn't take it."
Lu Qing smiled: "Then I have to praise you for not taking it away."
Chen Xing nodded proudly: "It's not impossible for you to praise me if you want."
Amused, Lu Qing rubbed Chen Xing's hair.
Expert "Wu Fangqi" who often touches Chen Xing's hair once said: Chen Xing's hair is like a big rice jar you encounter in a supermarket. It is impossible for anyone to resist touching it.
The main thing is that Chen Xing would put his head close to people to let them touch it, just like the Samoyed in the community that is not afraid of people.
Lu Qing said thoughtfully: "You must protect your hair after you go on the show."
Chen Xing asked: "Why?"
Lu Qing: "Be careful not to get plucked out of your baldness."
Chen Xing: “…”
After dinner, Chen Xing was in his room memorizing his lines for tomorrow's premiere.
Chen Xing auditioned for the minor supporting role of the bar owner in the play The Main Melody of Dangqing Lake. This role required more singing than speaking, and he played the role very well, as he was a professional.
For this debut, he chose a minor supporting role, Du Man, in "The Best World", and played the part where Du Man gave instructions to his friend before he died.
The original actor is an experienced actor who handles the scale very well, giving people a sense of relief and relaxation.
If the character is a little sad, it would be easier to act, you just need to cry. But this character is not sad at all, and using joy to set off the tragedy is the most difficult.
Lu Qing couldn't understand why Chen Xing chose such a hellishly difficult script.
Could it be that Chen Xing has acting talent that she doesn't know about?
Lu Qing asked curiously: "Are your acting skills very good?"
Chen Xing: "A pile of shit."
Lu Qing: “…”
Lu Qing tapped the script paper filled with notes and asked, "Why did you choose this role?"
Chen Xing: “There are few lines.”
Lu Qing: “?”
“You’re really good.”
After saying this, Lu Qing left the room, leaving Chen Xing to fend for himself.
Chen Xing was lying on the bed reciting his lines, and fell asleep while reciting them. The next day, when the alarm rang, he woke up and the first thing he said when he sat up was, "Italian Cannon, bring me my space suit!"
After shouting, Chen Xing looked around and found himself still in bed. He turned off the alarm on his phone and lay down again.
It's over. The premiere is ruined.
The knowledge I have learned is all mixed up.
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