Huayu: As a child star, I just want to be famous

Chapter 3 Mailing
It was just daybreak when Chen Linfeng pressed the alarm clock, got dressed and got up.

Shi Xiaolong on the other bed was awakened by the noise and rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"Xiaofeng, you have to go for morning exercise again."

"Yes, are you going?"

"No, I have to go to Zhengzhou to shoot a promotional video in a couple of days, so I need to conserve my energy." Shi Xiaolong waved his hand, changed his posture, and fell asleep again.

Chen Linfeng slapped his butt speechlessly, "What does going the day after tomorrow have to do with your morning exercise today?"

Shi Xiaolong didn't move.

Chen Linfeng moved lightly, washed up simply, and went out with his gun.

Because the morning exercises included loud voice exercises, in order not to disturb others' sleep, he would practice in a small square not far from the alley.

Although it is summer now, the morning weather is still very comfortable. Chen Linfeng took a deep breath and put down the gun in his hand.

The first step is to shout out the voice. The voice shouting exercise includes shouting out six syllables, three closed-mouth shouts and three open-mouth shouts.

Chen Linfeng shouted out single vowels such as "wu", "yi", and "ah" loudly, from low to high, and then from high to low. After repeating this six times, his voice became smoother.

For specific training methods, Chen Linfeng mainly uses "counting numbers" and "counting gourds", which is to count from 1 to 10 in one breath, or count the gold gourds and silver gourds. If you can't count 24 gourds in one breath (inhale enough air), then count one gourd, two gourds, three gourds... repeatedly.

This is a traditional opera practice method, and is very effective in improving the voice, breath, and words in people’s speech and lines.

Then Chen Linfeng wanted to find a few scenes to practice twice. Today's scenes were "Mu Guiying Takes Command" and "Recruiting Jiang Wei".

Both sections include singing and recitation, which can fully exercise his singing and recitation skills.

He started learning opera this year. He asked his father to hire a Henan opera teacher to teach him for half a year, and now he is just getting started.

Finally, there is boxing and shooting practice.

After Chen Linfeng recovered from his illness at the age of eight, he picked up martial arts again and practiced it every morning.

Among the boxing and palm techniques, Chen Linfeng mainly practices Baguazhang and Xingyiquan. With his current physical condition, he cannot perform Tongbeiquan and Bajiquan with great momentum, so they have to be put aside for the time being.

With his memory, the moves are easy to remember, but it is useless to learn Wu Guang's moves.

The same applies to learning opera. It is useless to just remember the words and specific movements. For example, no matter how well he knows the lyrics, he is still far from being able to sing them himself.

Both of these skills must be trained through muscle training until they become almost instinctive reactions, and only when the body has memorized them can it be considered mastery.

Compared to his fists and palms, Chen Linfeng's gun skills are better, which should be in line with his own talents.

After playing with the big gun for a while, I saw adults riding bicycles to work in the alley.

"Xiaofeng, it's time to finish your training. Come back and have dinner." Shi Xiaolong called him while yawning.

"Got it, I'll be right there." Chen Linfeng put away his gun and went home.

He checked the time on his electronic watch.

It’s almost 7 o’clock, and it’s usually around this time.

The practice time is about an hour and a half, starting from waking up at five in the morning and finishing at almost seven.

This kind of practice has been going on for two years since he returned from Hong Kong Island.

Initially it was just martial arts training, but this year vocalization and opera content were added.

The content of his practice is less than that of those who study opera or martial arts professionally, and those people spend much more time and suffer much more than him.

Chen Linfeng did this with only one goal in mind.

That is, he hopes that after years of accumulation, he will be able to improve in terms of lines, body shape, movements, fighting scenes, etc., so that by the time he reaches adulthood, he can at least reach a passing level and not lag behind.

All of these contents require a long period of accumulation. Chen Linfeng's memory has no help in these aspects and can only be improved slowly.

"Today we have pan-fried dumplings. Well, the tofu pudding is good, and it tastes better when it's sweet." Chen Linfeng looked at the white tofu pudding mixed with gray-brown spicy soup in Shi Xiaolong's bowl with great sorrow.

What kind of weird way of eating is this? Can you drink salty tofu pudding?

Shi Xiaolong sneered at his brother's words. He slowly stirred the tofu pudding, picked up the spoon, and took a sip.

"You can't enjoy something this delicious anymore."

"You should keep it for your own enjoyment, you rebel who drinks salty tofu pudding."

"You are the rebel."

"That's enough, that's enough. Food can't stop you two from eating," Chen's mother hit them both on the head.

The two brothers stopped fighting.

After dinner, Chen Linfeng and Shi Xiaolong went to different places to go to school.

Shi Xiaolong was not like Chen Linfeng who skipped a grade, he was still a primary school student. Chen Linfeng had good grades in school, so he had discussed with his class teacher and didn't have to attend the morning reading class, so at this point, he could just catch up with the first class at 1 o'clock in the morning.

As soon as he saw Chen Linfeng coming, Zhao Yuming immediately came over.

"Have you finished your homework? Bring it to me quickly to save my life. I forgot to bring my homework book when I went home yesterday." Zhao Yuming clasped his hands together and almost knelt down.

"Your memory is a bit bad. How many times has it happened? Was the Ultraman good-looking yesterday?"

"It's beautiful. No, who has seen it?" Zhao Yuming blurted out the truth without noticing and quickly tried to make up for it.

"My brother watched it with you yesterday, and he told me everything when he came back."

"This ungrateful guy. I clearly told him to go back and not say anything yesterday." Zhao Yuming was extremely sad and angry. He made the wrong friends.

"Here you go. When the group leader collects the homework later, you have to hand it in for me." Chen Linfeng handed the homework book to him.

"Okay, Xiaofeng, you're really awesome." Zhao Yuming held the homework book in both hands, bowed, and hurried back to his seat.

Zhao Yuming has played with Shi Xiaolong and his brother since childhood, but he is actually two years older than the brothers. Chen Linfeng skipped a grade and is in the same grade with him. This year, they are even assigned to the same class.

Zhao Yuming usually takes good care of Chen Linfeng, but his academic performance is not very good, so he always asks him to borrow his homework.

The school day has begun.

Because Chen Linfeng was short, he sat in the first row.

During class, he spent most of his time doing other things, either doing writing exercises or doing homework in advance.

The teacher basically didn't care when he saw this. Both sides had reached a tacit understanding that as long as his grades continued to be top of the grade, he would not interfere.

Chen Linfeng opened the draft paper and wrote seriously.

Today he was going to formally write the story of his past life and try to submit it to test whether his writing skills had reached a certain level.

Before this, he had thought about what kind of story to write.

After all, it was his first time writing a short story, and in order to test his own level, Chen Linfeng chose a movie from his previous life, "Final Destination".

He only selected the core concept, which is the concept setting of the god of death killing people.

It is based on the setting in traditional Chinese mythology: "Whoever the King of Hell orders to die at the third watch, will be spared until the fifth watch."

The entire story has been redesigned. After all, we need to test his own writing style and story-writing ability. There is no point in copying it.

Chen Linfeng spent a whole class period designing the plot, and by the time school was almost over, he had completed the entire short story. The full text was about 7,000 words, and the plot content was equivalent to the length of a movie.

Chen Linfeng checked it over and found no obvious typos, so he folded it up and put it away.

The summer of 1998 was exceptionally hot. The sun scorched the earth like a steamer. The walls not far away were slightly distorted by the heat.

After school, when it was still the hottest time of the day, Chen Linfeng looked up at the sun in the sky, wiped his forehead, and his hands were covered in sweat.

At this moment, he missed the air-conditioned room in his previous life. He shook the sweat off his hands and walked into the post office.

The post office was on Donghua Road, not far from his school. When Chen Linfeng arrived, the post office was still closed.

Chen Linfeng walked to the counter and found that he was not tall enough and could only show his head.

He stood on tiptoe and shouted, "Auntie, I want to send a letter."

Liu Qingqing, who worked at the post office, looked at the window and saw that it was a child. She couldn't help but smile and said, "Little classmate, why don't you ask your parents to come over?"

"I can do it myself."

"Okay, that's great, did you bring the letter?"

"I brought it," Chen Linfeng stood on tiptoe and handed over the folded manuscript paper.

Liu Qingqing weighed the letter quickly, "45 grams, I'll give you 40 grams, just give me cents."

Chen Linfeng took out a small wallet from his pocket and picked out two coins.

The Chen family was quite open to children and gave them both enough pocket money since they were young.

In the words of Chen's father, it is important to cultivate children's ability to control their spending.

After Shi Xiaolong and he started acting, he had more pocket money, so by a kid's standards, he was still relatively well-off.

"Here, this is the standard envelope for sending letters. Fill in the registered mail label on it." Liu Qingqing pointed out the sender, recipient, address, and contact information on the envelope one by one and told him how to fill them in.

Chen Linfeng took the envelope and pen handed to him, tried, but the table was too high and it was too difficult to write on it, so he could only squat and fill in the contents.

When I walked out of the post office, the sun was still very hot.

So Chen Linfeng went home with a cool and sweet ice pack in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)