Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Liang Xin Performing Arts Training 4
Luo Qing got off work happily and took the two students to the cafe to observe life, finding the long-lost fun.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been lying down for too long. I usually stay at home, either in my own shop or near home. I haven’t been out for a long time. These two days after teaching the students, I suddenly feel full of energy.
Luo Qing drove home. There was a garage on the first floor of the old community, so parking was very convenient.
After greeting Sister Wang, Luo Qing walked upstairs with her bag.
Before she took out the key, the door was already opened and her lover came to greet her with his sleeves rolled up and an apron on.
Yan Fufeng looked at her with a smile: "Welcome home after get off work."
Luo Qing exclaimed, "Ah!", his brows relaxed, his eyes filled with smiles, "I thought I could get home first."
She hugged her lover's shoulders and put her cheek against his. It had been another week since they last saw each other. Although they were an old couple, she still missed him a lot.
Ever since she'd fallen seriously ill, she'd retired early to recuperate and bought a store in the neighborhood to start a real estate business. The burden of supporting the family fell primarily on her husband. Yan Fufeng worked in auditing, traveling nearly every week, making it a busy season year-round.
"Wife, I miss you so much." With his cheek close to hers, Luo Qing was kissed on the face by his lover. He pretended to be angry and pinched his waist.
"I just got back and haven't washed up yet."
"I was wrong. Let's eat right away." After his wife let go of his waist, Yan Fufeng saw her go to wash up and turned back to the kitchen.
The old house in Ping'an Home is quite old. The one the couple bought is a two-bedroom house with an area of 89 square meters. Because there is no public area, the area is actually larger.
The house is open from north to south and has a square layout. It has a master bedroom and the second bedroom has been converted into a study and storage room.
When Luo Qing changed her clothes and came out, she saw her lover serving dishes, and she immediately cheered.
"Yeah! It smells so good. I can't wait."
Yan Fufeng brought a double-handled soup pot to the table, holding the milky white fish soup and tofu in one hand, and picked out all the tender meat from the fish head and body into the bowl.
Luo Qing held her chin with both hands and looked at it with curiosity in her eyes: "Hubby, is this still the fish that Brother Shang caught?"
The Shang Ge mentioned by Luo Qing is a senior of the two of them, three years older than them. He started his own business a few years earlier, hit the right trend and withdrew from it in time. He became financially independent at a young age and went bird hunting and fishing every day.
Whenever there was fish soup at home, it must have been because this old friend had found a wild fishing spot and immediately sent the fish he caught to her to nourish her body.
"Yes, they say they found a wild lake in the mountains and hired someone to bring it back. They say the water is clear and free of impurities, and it's nutritious."
On the table were crucian carp and tofu soup, stir-fried vegetables, braised spare ribs and cold-mixed snail slices.
Luo Qing drank the fish soup and couldn't help squinting his eyes: "Happiness."
When Yan Fufeng is away on business, Luo Qing’s daily meals are all pre-prepared meals prepared by her husband, which she just needs to heat up herself. Although her husband’s loving pre-prepared meals are delicious, fresh meals are still better, and it is even better to have her lover by her side.
While eating, Luo Qing talked about his part-time job at the convenience store this week and his work as a tutor over the past two days.
Although she had already told him about it via text message on her mobile phone, because her husband was often on business trips to remote places with poor signal, she only gave him a brief summary in the message.
Luo Qing recounted what he saw and heard today in the cafe with the students.
Yan Fufeng poured her another bowl of soup and said, "Wife, when you mentioned the blind date of the girl in the white dress, I thought of the bun hairstyle."
His voice was clear and deep, and there was a look of laughter on his face. Luo Qing laughed out loud upon hearing that.
"Really, the meatball head is simply the source of our happiness."
When they were in college, they often used their spare time to work part-time jobs, such as convenience stores, coffee shops, tutoring, part-time tour groups, and extras. If we were to say which part-time job they had the longest, it would be at a coffee shop.
At that time, one was responsible for taking orders and the other for serving coffee. During the one-month summer job, a girl with a bun hairstyle came every day to report for a blind date. Later, all the employees of the coffee shop would secretly pass by and observe her. The coffee shop partner who had been elusive for many years lived next to the blind date location and pretended to work there every day. The entire coffee shop was given to the blind date observation group of the girl with a bun hairstyle.
When the two went to the film and television studio to act as extras, they quickly passed the exams for prospects and special roles, were able to play some distinctive minor characters, and earned a daily wage far exceeding that of their peers, mainly due to the observation skills trained by so many part-time jobs.
Working in the service industry, it is extremely important to observe people's words and expressions. Whether a conflict is resolved or a dispute is caused is hidden in the subtle body language. As early as that time, Luo Qing learned to "observe life".
The couple couldn't help but reminisce about the interesting things they did at their part-time jobs. After dinner, Luo Qing simply rinsed the dishes and handed the finishing touches to the dishwasher. Then the two of them walked downstairs hand in hand.
"How many days of rest will you take this time?" Luo Qing asked.
"I can take a day off today and tomorrow, but I'm not sure about the day after tomorrow." Yan Fufeng shook his head.
Luo Qing was not surprised. It was common for auditors to be on business trips for one or two months. The fact that his wife could come back for two days a week was already a sign of the company's consideration for having a recuperating patient like him at home who needed care.
"Then come with me to the set tomorrow, and I'll go talk to Sister Wang." Luo Qing's eyes turned.
Considering that Sister Wang’s family was probably having dinner at this time, Luo Qing sent a message and received a reply soon.
[Sister Wang]: My brother-in-law is back. It's no big deal for us to come to the set together! Whatever, welcome. I'm the boss. We'll leave together tomorrow.
“Done!”
Looking at the message on the phone, Luo Qing spoke in a relaxed tone, and the two of them took a walk downstairs in the community.
"Xiaoyan is back. How long can she stay this time?"
"The couple is taking a walk."
When passing by the sports equipment area, Old Man Zhang from the building next door greeted me.
"You can stay for two days, Uncle Zhang, please take it easy." Yan Fufeng greeted with concern.
At this moment, Old Man Zhang was on the horizontal bar. He held the bar with both hands, his head and neck separated, and his bald head hung in the air, looking down at his body.
"One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four."
Old man Zhang looked down, watching his body do pull-ups while giving instructions with his mouth.
"It's not standard. Try harder and move it higher."
Seeing the two young people looking at him, Old Man Zhang became even more excited.
He held the bar with both hands, suddenly made a big turn, kicked his feet, and kicked his head out like a spinning top!
"Oh my! Wow, where is the goal?" Old man Zhang's head shouted in the air, and Luo Qing's mouth twitched slightly.
Mr. Zhang's problem of disharmony between his cerebellum and body is getting more and more serious.
"Sister, sister, I found the ball!"
At this moment, the two saw the twin brother and sister next door. The younger brother Xiaoyu picked up the old man Zhang's head and started shaking it with his feet.
Old man Zhang raised his head and smiled, "Xiaoyu, come, kick Grandpa Zhang back."
Xiaoyu kicked Old Man Zhang a few times, and the twin sister Xiaoyun also ran over.
“Grandpa Zhang, Xiaoyu kicked a few times, so I have to kick a few times too.”
Luo Qing and Yan Fufeng couldn't help but smile when they saw the friendly neighbors and the loving grandfather and filial grandson scene.
This is the good thing about living in an old neighborhood. The human touch is so strong, and even though you may not be family, you are better than family.
"Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu, take Grandpa Zhang home later, do you hear me?" Yan Fufeng shouted.
Luo Qing saw that Old Man Zhang was walking home tremblingly.
"I know, Aunt Luo, Uncle, don't worry."
Hearing the two children respond, Luo Qing felt relieved. Although the two children were playful, they would not cause too much trouble to the old man. Besides, the old man Zhang had no children and loved playing with children the most.
Ping'an Home is neither big nor small. The couple held hands and walked around it, looking at the peaceful evening, and then returned to the gate of the community.
"Uncle Qin, you haven't gotten off work yet." Luo Qing greeted the community security guard.
"It's almost time, there are still twenty minutes until the night shift." Uncle Qin, dressed in a black and gray security uniform, was standing at the entrance of the community and chatting with the residents passing by.
Noticing a puppy at Uncle Qin's feet, Luo Qing exclaimed "Huh".
"Uncle Qin, whose dog is this? It's a stray. I've never seen it before."
The puppy is wearing a blue shirt with a black frame around its eyes. It is very distinctive and doesn't look like a stray.
"Woof woof woof woof--" The skinny little dog barked at Luo Qing, and Uncle Qin kicked it twice.
"I picked it up. Look, it's small and barks quite loudly. I figured I'd leave the dog there when I'm in a hurry and not in the security room. That way I'd know if someone came barking."
After chatting with Uncle Qin for a few words, the two walked out of the community. Luo Qing turned around and looked at the puppy again.
"Why, do you want to get a dog?" Yan Fufeng asked.
Luo Qing shook her head: "No, I just suddenly felt that the puppy looked familiar."
"Little dogs, they all look the same."
The two walked hand in hand to the "Ping An Real Estate" located near the subway entrance. Luo Qing hadn't been to her small shop for two days, and there was no change here. She came here specifically to get a business card.
Tomorrow is the last day of this part-time job, so don't forget to hand out your business cards this time! She's making tons of money renting and selling houses, and now she's financially independent. She's letting her husband fire his boss and take care of her, and she's enjoying the peak of her life.
That night, Liangxin was in the training dormitory building.
The ten players lay in the dormitory with heavy thoughts in their minds, but almost no one could fall asleep.
The skit "A Girl Named Jia Jia Decides to Die" performed by the eight of them during the day almost foreshadowed that something strange would happen tonight. No one could sleep, nor did they dare to sleep.
Although Fatty Xu and Uncle Li did not participate, they did not dare to relax. After all, the dormitories were connected, and there was no reason to let them go if something strange was coming.
The two were even more afraid. They and their mentor were observing the NPCs secretly chirping in the cafe. Was there anything strange among them? Would they come to find them?
Late at night, the wind was blowing and the dormitory building was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The fat man lay in bed, wrapped in the quilt, silently chanting that the quilt was a barrier. He knew it was just psychological comfort, but at the moment it was the only way to stay calm.
He tried his best to wrap himself in the quilt, with a book beside his pillow, and listened attentively to the noise outside.
“Ahhhh——” A sharp scream pierced the sky, and the fat man could tell from the hoarse cry that it was the new player!
He's in dormitory 444! The curly-haired guy is in the same dormitory with him.
The fat man closed his eyes, feeling sympathetic. This was what it was like when encountering something strange. Unless you were a high-level player with great martial arts skills or many props, ordinary players would only have the fate of death if they lacked confidence.
The fat man and Uncle Li heard the terrible screams from other dormitories one after another. They locked the door and dared not make a sound. Even so, the strange hem of the red skirt slipped in through the crack in the door.
The two of them almost watched as the blood-red skirt came in, and it surged like a blood-red wave in the darkness, climbing up the fat man's bed in a mighty manner.
In the next second, the blood-colored skirt touched the book next to the pillow, and the skirt suddenly retreated, as if the blood was flowing backwards and turned towards Uncle Li.
Before turning off the lights, Fatty and Uncle Li were still reading the book "An Actor's Self-cultivation" in bed. They found that it contained a lot of personal tips, experiences in observing characters and so on.
The blood-red skirt retreated again! Uncle Li also saw this scene, and the weirdness seemed to be afraid to touch the book!
The blood surged like a tide and left the two people's dormitory. Neither the fat man nor Uncle Li dared to speak, for fear that any sound would attract the monster back.
It was not until the next morning that the copy sent a reminder to get up early and go to the cafeteria. The two of them started to communicate while holding books.
The two of them remembered vividly what happened last night. It was so weird, but they were scared away by this book!
There is no doubt that the book given to the two by the instructor seems to be the life-saving prop in this copy!
Before joining the other players, Old Man Li whispered to Fatty, "Fatty, do you think our mentor is really an NPC?"
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