Yan Congliang thought silently in his heart and had no intention of paying attention to the people around him.
Xin Xuewu touched his nose awkwardly, thinking that his voice was too soft, so Yan Congliang didn't hear clearly.
He cleared his throat and spoke in a louder voice: "Boss Yan!"
Yan Congliang looked up at him, put down the delicious steak in his hand, and said in his freezing tone, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
If it weren't for the fact that this guy was the second male lead in Wei Lai's drama, he would have ignored him!
The bodyguards had already carried him aside. Can anyone touch him?
"It's nothing. I just saw that you, President Yan, were looking lonely having dinner here alone. How could Wei Lai be so ignorant as to leave you here alone? Why didn't he even have dinner with you? If it were me, I would definitely stay by President Yan's side and make sure you had a good meal and drink~" Xin Xuewu secretly wanted to sow discord between the two.
(Sounds familiar? Typical Green Tea quotes.)
Yan Congliang also understood the meaning of his words, and he looked at Xin Xuewu meaningfully.
Just when Xin Xuewu thought he was about to succeed, Yan Congliang spoke slowly: "I was the one who asked him to go aside. What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied?"
How could Xin Xuewu dare to say anything bad about Yan Congliang? He waved his hands violently: "No, no, no, of course not, of course not..."
Seeing how timid he was, Yan Congliang secretly complained in his heart that it was boring, and then he used his eyes to signal the bodyguard to drive Xin Xuewu away.
Su Ling, who was standing next to him, was holding breakfast and took everything in.
After Xin Xuewu was "invited" away by Yan Congliang's bodyguards in disgrace, he ran to Wei Lai excitedly with his bowl of rice.
"Wei Lai, Wei Lai! Guess what I saw!" Su Ling rushed into Wei Lai's lounge with a bowl of rice and howled loudly.
Gao Yixin, who was looking at Wei Lai's face, was suddenly interrupted and looked at Su Ling unhappily.
"You'd better have something important to do." Gao Yixin was just a relatively famous makeup artist, but at that moment, Su Ling felt that he actually saw a chill in Gao Yixin's eyes.
He shuddered, shook his head, and brought himself back to the point: "Wei Lai, Wei Lai, let me tell you something! Just now, that Xin Xuewu was actually trying to sow discord between you and President Yan!"
Wei Lai, who had originally had no interest in Su Ling's words, was suddenly caught. He stared at Su Ling closely without saying a word, but Su Ling could feel the eagerness in Wei Lai's heart.
Seeing that Wei Lai finally took it to heart, Su Ling smiled triumphantly and slowly told the ending: "But you don't have to be afraid, President Yan will definitely not be provoked by that kind of thing. In the end, President Yan asked his bodyguard to throw Xin Xuewu out. Hahahahahaha~"
Su Ling made no secret of his gloating: "Let him enjoy the limelight, let him try to sow discord, and now he's hit a wall, right?! Hahahahaha, he deserves it!"
Wei Lai, who was originally tense, slowly relaxed. There was no change in his facial expression, but Su Ling felt that his mood had improved.
Wei Lai put the lunch box on the table and said, "Let's go."
"Let's go? Where to? Are we going to fight? The kind that makes people laugh and laugh!" Su Ling kept yelling, as if the situation was not big enough.
In his eyes, Yan Congliang belongs to Wei Lai, and no one else can take her away!
"Going to film..." Wei Lai replied helplessly: "What's in your head? I believe him." (I believe him, I am his only one.)
"Yeah, yeah, let's go film. Look, I almost forgot... Hey, hey, let's go film!"
Director Qian happened to be ready, and the crew started filming the first scene after everyone had eaten and drunk enough.
"The play begins, the sleeves rise and fall..." Wei Lai swung her sleeves and began to sing.
It can be seen that Wei Lai put in a lot of work, and he handled the small details in the opera very well.
He was dressed as a Huadan with his face covered with rouge and powder. The only way to tell his mood was through his eyes.
Director Qian stared at the camera closely: Wei Lai performed very well during the audition, but he wanted a higher level of expression.
Such a short time...Wei Lai, is it okay?
Wei Lai sang the opera leisurely, as simply as the most innocent child.
As he sang, he glanced behind the theater and smiled a smile that did not belong to that play.
But the enemies who were immersed in the opera did not notice it at all.
"People in the audience walked by, and the old color was gone.
The people on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song..."
At the climax, Wei Lai's originally calm voice suddenly rose, and a cup was broken.
The crisp sound startled everyone present, but when they saw Yan'an remained calm, they felt relieved and slowly immersed themselves in the opera again.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three loud noises echoed throughout the theater. The bomb exploded. The officers around the bomb were blown to pieces beyond recognition.
The officers then realized that it was a trap!
But as the bomb exploded, barrels of gasoline were spilled, carrying the flames of the bomb, and the entire theater was on fire.
They rushed towards the exit. Yan'an on the stage looked at the chaos and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He looked into the void, his eyes filled with reluctance and a hint of relief.
Suddenly, his eyes became gentle again, and he continued to sing
"The sleeves rise and fall in one act
Singing about joy and sorrow, separation and reunion has nothing to do with me
The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then fall silent
Who can tell the story of the love in the play?
Used to integrate joy, anger, sorrow and happiness into the makeup
No matter how old the words are, the bones and ashes are all mine
In troubled times, duckweed can't bear to watch the flames of war burn the mountains and rivers
I dare not forget my country even though no one knows me.
The old color disappears when people pass by
The people on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song
Love is hard to write, she must sing with blood
Who is the guest when the curtain rises and falls?
Who is the guest..."
"We must abide by the rules set by our ancestors. In our opera, once we open our mouths, we must finish singing no matter what..." Yan'an seemed to have returned to his childhood when his master first brought him into the theater. This was what his master told him at that time.
"Who is the guest..." Yan'an had a smile on his face: his feelings were destined to end in vain, so it would be better to let him go to hell with this secret and miss it alone.
The fire was blazing, the ugly enemy leaders were screaming, and the voice of the handsome young man on the stage gradually became lower.
Suddenly, the young man fell to the ground with a bang.
The camera zoomed in and he still had a smile on his face, but a tear slowly fell from his eye.
"Cut!" Director Qian said with a smile, "Xiao Wei, you are this!"
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