This actor has something

Chapter 257 The scene is very serious

When you are used to the coolness of air conditioning, you will feel a shock when you suddenly go out of the coolness into the scorching sun.

Both the uncle and nephew were shocked. They tightened their bodies as if they were freezing cold, and hurriedly jumped into the nanny car from the entrance of the Central Bank building.

Looking at He Daqi who also breathed a sigh of relief, He Bing said with a smile: "You naughty monkey, are you afraid of the heat? In the past, in the summer, you took a group of little girls to the river to catch loaches every day. You got tanned like a black dog egg, shiny and oily."

He Daqi imagined the appearance of the loach, shuddered, and quickly shook his head.

"I don't remember anything at all."

"Wow! Your amnesia is selective amnesia." He Bing said teasingly.

He Daqi pretended not to hear, took out his mobile phone and started to check the chat group.

It’s still the same as before, no matter which group, someone mentions his name every day, mainly to speculate when he and Zhou Huimin got together.

He Daqi just watched and said nothing.

As the nanny car passed the exhibition hall, He Bing suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, right! Your invitation has been mailed to the courtyard. Your grandmother brought it over this morning. Remember to wait for me later. I'll get it out for you."

He Daqi turned his head and looked at He Bing in confusion.

"Invitation card?"

"Well, I told you before, there's a film award and you have to be a runner-up."

"when to go?"

He Bing stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Probably at the end of this month. The time is on the invitation. You'll know for yourself later."

"Uncle, could it be that it's over already? Did you get the time wrong?"

He Bing shook his head slightly. "Impossible! I saw it this morning when your grandma brought it to me. I even calculated how many days it was. Oh! Right! The 28th."

"Okay." He Daqi turned back and prepared to continue looking at his phone.

He Bing, however, was in the mood for conversation and asked, "Where are those little girls next door? Why haven't I seen them for several days?"

"School is about to start. They're rushing to finish the children's play, filming day and night. Once school starts, you'll be able to... Oh, you never know. If you can't take time off, they'll be busy for a few months and you won't be able to see them."

As He Daqi was speaking, he realized that if he couldn't take leave after school started, those little girls might have to go to film every night and be as busy as they are now.

He Bing was surprised when he heard this and asked, "How long does a children's play take to shoot? How big is the production?"

He Daqi explained without looking up from his phone, "Four films are being shot in a row, and there's a lot of plot. My guest appearance will take more than half a month to shoot. Luckily, I don't have to go to school."

He Bing casually instructed, "You still have to show up when you need to, otherwise your Uncle Ma will have to cover you up. But now that you're famous, he doesn't have to specifically approve your leave like before. The Beijing Film Academy is quite considerate of famous students."

He Daqi nodded, but something else came to his mind.

When He Bing mentioned Ma Yingjun, He Daqi remembered that he seemed to have to give a speech at the opening ceremony.

I will rehearse with Jackie Chan every day before the end of the month, have an awards ceremony at the end of the month, give a speech at school at the beginning of next month, and then go to South Korea to perform with the exchange group.

You know what, I'm actually quite busy in the next period of time.

The nanny car stopped at the gate of the villa.

This time, He Daqi accompanied He Bing out of the car and into the villa.

"Grandpa, grandma, aunt."

After saying hello, He Daqi went to the large baby carriage in front of Mr. He and Mrs. He.

He Bing had someone make this car. Three children can be placed in one car, making it convenient for Mr. and Mrs. He to push the children around every day.

The little cousin has grown up, but after all, he is a size smaller than He Daqi's two children. He looks smaller and is sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

Next to him, He Daqi's two children were staring at him with their black eyes full of energy. When they saw He Daqi stretching his face towards them, the two little guys stretched out their arms and wanted He Daqi to hug them.

He Daqi happily took them both in his arms, one in each hand, and kissed their little faces one by one.

"Oh, these two kids from the Daqi family are now starting to recognize people. They know that this is their father coming." Li Haiyang said with a smile.

"He's almost six months old and will start learning to speak soon. What will happen if he doesn't recognize people?" The old lady responded with a smile.

He Daqi felt something was wrong as he held her in his arms. He looked down and his face twisted.

"You two naughty kids! Why did you pee together?"

She reached out to put the child back into the stroller, but Mr. He and Mrs. He took the child away.

At this time, He Bing came over with an invitation letter with a red background and gold plating. When he saw the two water stains on He Daqi's clothes, he laughed out loud.

The noise was a bit loud and woke up his son. The little guy opened his mouth and started howling.

Li Haiyang quickly took the crybaby out of the stroller, and began to coax him while shaking. He also pulled open his crotch pants to see if he had peed.

"Okay, I won't stay here anymore. I'm going to go back and change my clothes." He Daqi took the invitation, said hello and left the villa.

As soon as he returned to the villa in the nanny car, He Daqi threw the invitation letter on the table and hurried back to the bedroom.

Zhou Huimin opened the invitation letter curiously, took a look at it, and then took it into the bedroom.

"Why are you changing clothes as soon as you come in?"

"Just now, those two naughty guys peed on me at my uncle's place." He Daqi said, turning around after putting on a large T-shirt.

"What is this Huabiao Award for?" Zhou Huimin asked, shaking the invitation letter in her hand.

"You don't know?" He Daqi asked in surprise. Noticing that Zhou Huimin was also looking at him with a puzzled expression, he spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me like that. I've never paid attention to these award ceremonies. I just follow you to the Golden Elephant Awards every year. If you can't figure it out, just call Sister Liu and ask her. She should know."

Zhou Huimin shook her head: "Forget it, I'm not going, why are you asking about this? Did you meet the lead singer today?"

"Yes, Brother Cheng Long."

"He... That's right, he did sing it before."

……

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Cheng Long wanted to die at this moment.

Originally, after today's rehearsal, he casually suggested: Let's sing another song to cheer ourselves up.

Unexpectedly, He Daqi agreed without hesitation.

Without thinking too much, Cheng Long directly selected one of his signature songs, True Hero, and then stood in front of the screen with He Daqi, holding the microphone and ready to sing.

As a result, as soon as He Daqi started singing, Cheng Long regretted it. Halfway through the song, Cheng Long already wanted to die.

Looking at He Daqi who was braying affectionately, Cheng Long's face was full of colors. He really wanted to ask He Daqi: Are you here to destroy my musical dream?
After the song "True Hero" was finally finished, Cheng Long only played the beginning and the rest was sung by He Daqi, and patted He Daqi's arm with a twitching mouth.

"Qizai, didn't you say you had to attend the award ceremony today? Do you think you are too late?" Cheng Long's face was full of sincerity at this moment.

He Daqi replied with a beaming smile: "Brother, I think we can sing another song together. I'm starting to get the feeling."

Still singing? My ears will be ruined if you keep singing! Cheng Long quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, you still have important things to do, let's stop here for today."

He Daqi put down the microphone with a bit of regret: "Okay, that's all for today."

Cheng Long felt relieved when he saw He Daqi put down the microphone. At this moment, in his mind, the microphone in He Daqi's hand was no different from a howitzer, both of which were large-scale killing weapons.

Watching He Daqi leave the rehearsal room, Cheng Long said to his assistant with a wry smile, "Am I hearing so bad because I'm getting old? Why do I think his performance of 'A Man Should Be Self-reliant' was pretty good, but when he sang 'True Hero' it felt like... like..."

He followed for a long time but couldn't explain what was going on.

His assistant also looked dazed. He took the paper out of his ear and said, "He must have practiced 'Man Should Be Self-reliant' specifically and not other songs. That's why we think he sings 'Man Should Be Self-reliant' well when we hear him sing it."

"You're so clever! When did you stuff the paper ball into it?"

“…when he sang the first line.”

He Daqi didn't know that Cheng Long and his assistant were teasing him.

The reason why he agreed to sing karaoke with Cheng Long just now was simply because he felt that Cheng Long's singing was not that good. They were all the same, so no one would laugh at anyone else.

But what he didn't expect was that although they all failed, some people might get 59 points, while some might get negative points, so there is a difference.

After getting into the nanny car, he took out a bottle of soda from the car refrigerator, took a big gulp, and then slumped lazily in the seat.

After sitting for a while, he realized something was wrong and asked, "Brother Long, why are we going back? We need to go to the exhibition hall. Didn't I tell you this morning that we're going to the exhibition hall to attend the award ceremony today?"

Qin Long was driving without looking back. Qin Hu, who was in the passenger seat, turned around and explained, "Da Qi, you're on the right track. You need to go back and change your clothes first. Liu Ying called this afternoon and told you to wear a Mao suit. The show doesn't start until 8 o'clock, so it's still early."

"You want me to wear a Zhongshan suit in this weather? Sister Liu, are you crazy?"

He Daqi took out his cell phone and called Liu Ying.

"Hey, Sister Liu, why did you ask me to go back and change my clothes? I'm just going to run with you, so I should dress casually. Otherwise, if I dress so formally, what will happen if I steal the spotlight from others?"

"We asked you to wear a Zhongshan suit because you are going to run as a runner-up. Don't worry, everyone participating will be wearing Zhongshan suits. If you dress casually, you will steal the spotlight." Liu Ying explained with a smile.

He Daqi is not a nitpicker and doesn't like to argue with others. Hearing this, he sighed, said okay, and hung up the phone.

It's a Zhongshan suit, so to speak. It seems that the theme of today's ceremony is quite solemn. After returning to the villa, Zhou Huimin came over to him as soon as he entered the door.

"Hurry up and put on your Zhongshan suit so I can see it. After you're done, let's go to the villa to get your hair done. Liu Ying has already invited a stylist."

"Not really, do you still need to do the styling?"

"Hurry up and stop dawdling." Zhou Huimin urged.

After half an hour.

West side villa.

He Daqi sat stiffly on a round stool while the stylist beside him was trimming his hair.

"Sister Liu, turn up the air conditioner. I feel like I'm going to sweat."

"Row."

Liu Ying went over and pressed a few times the control panel on the wall. A cool breeze blew over, and He Daqi felt much more comfortable.

At this moment, he was wearing a black slim casual Zhongshan suit, and paired with the slicked-back hair styled by his stylist, his originally tall and straight figure became like the tough green bamboo in the mountains. Unlike his previous gentle style, he now had a bit of a cool style.

"Our Daqi is so handsome."

Zhou Huimin took advantage of the fact that He Daqi couldn't move and poked him around, and gently slid her delicate and crystal fingers across his face.

Seeing He Daqi staring at her, Zhou Huimin shook her head with a smile.

As a result, she was retaliated against soon after. After the stylist trimmed He Daqi's hair, He Daqi immediately grabbed Zhou Huimin in a few steps and beat her so hard that she covered her butt and fled to the middle villa.

He Daqi was too lazy to chase after her and make a fuss, so he asked the stylist to tidy up his clothes and then went out and got into the nanny car.

It was not until he arrived at the exhibition hall that he found out that the red carpet ceremony of the Huabiao Awards actually started at 5:30. At this time, the red carpet had ended. Although there were still reporters at the door, there were only two or three cats and kittens of different sizes.

This was exactly what He Daqi wanted.

He has not appeared in public since Penguin went public in June this year. Even when Xie Tingfeng had a tantrum at the beginning of the month, he did not appear in front of the camera to explain anything.

If he suddenly showed up on the red carpet, the reporters would tear him apart and would definitely surround him asking questions. The scene would probably be a mess.

He put on a mask and got out of the nanny car. He hurriedly showed the invitation letter to the security guard, and then strode into the venue along the red carpet.

By the time the reporters came to their senses, He Daqi had already walked in.

"Who was that just now? Why did it feel like He Daqi?"

"It's not like, it's that!"

"Quick! Xiao Zhou! Call the company and ask two more people to come over. When he shows up later, surround him and ask him some more questions."

I don’t know which reporter was quick to react, but he immediately thought of the issue of He Daqi’s appearance and called out to his subordinates in a loud voice.

He regretted it the moment he said it. He looked up and saw that everyone around him was making phone calls.

If he could think of it, how could He Daqi not think of it?

He Daqi was also worried, but he had no time to think about how to avoid the reporters when he appeared. He now discovered a problem, that is, he came a little late, and the staff who led the way seemed to have dispersed, or he came at an inopportune time and the staff was not there.

Where is your seat?

Fortunately, He Daqi didn't have to wait too long. A female staff member in professional attire came trotting over to greet him.

"Excuse me, I just went to the bathroom. Who are you?"

"He Daqi." He Daqi said as he handed over the invitation.

"Ah! Daqi! I'm your fan. Can you sign an autograph for me first? I know where you are. I've been waiting for you for a long time and thought you wouldn't come."

The female staff member was so well prepared that she took out a small notebook and a pen from her pocket.

To be honest, He Daqi was a little confused.

Liu Ying told him that this ceremony was different from other award ceremonies and should be more dignified and formal.

Unexpectedly, he was chased by staff for autographs as soon as he arrived.

He Daqi took the paper and pen and scribbled out his signature in a flamboyant style. When he handed it back, he asked curiously, "Miss, are you a regular employee?"

"No, I'm a temporary employee, but our supervisor has asked us not to ask for your signatures. She's not here right now, so I'm asking you secretly."

Well, He Daqi’s doubts were finally resolved.

I followed this girl into the main venue, and when I walked in, I found that everyone was wearing formal attire.

After a quick glance, he didn't find anyone he knew. He Daqi didn't want to look around, so he retracted his gaze and followed the staff to find his seat.

Unlike the Golden Elephant Awards, the Huabiao Awards seemed a bit formal. Not only did everyone have to wear formal attire, but everyone's seat also had a name on it.

As He Daqi sat down, a hand stretched out to him: "Hello Daqi, I'm Huang Xiaoming."

Huang Xiaoming spoke in a very low voice, as if he was on a secret meeting mission with He Daqi. He also lowered his body forward a little to avoid the camera.

After he did this, He Daqi also lowered his body like the dog, grabbed his hand and shook it: "Hello, Brother Xiao Ming, I know you. I've seen you play Emperor Wu of Han."

"Haha, I've seen a lot of your works, including If Providence, The Young Emperor, Infernal Affairs, and The Bund. I've always wanted to meet you, mainly because I want to ask you in person about your acting skills. I really think you play every role brilliantly, especially since I'm several years older than you, but your acting feels like you're more than ten years older than me."

Huang Xiaoming held He Daqi's hand tightly and his expression was sincere.

He Daqi was slightly startled, then quickly smiled and said politely, "I'm not as amazing as you say. I was just lucky to have landed a role that suits me."

Huang Xiaoming smiled and retracted his hand, continuing to lean forward and said, "Then there are so many roles that suit you. You're suitable for different ages and different looks, right? I heard you're in a movie about being a father. It hasn't been released yet. I heard Sister Hua mentioned that you played a father in his thirties. I remember you're only twenty this year. You can't say that this is just the right role, right?"

"Good luck, good luck."

Sometimes it’s not good for the other person to be too enthusiastic, as it may make people feel a little overwhelmed.

He Daqi now has some social anxiety. Huang Xiaoming's outgoing manner is different from Deng Chao and Jiang Wen.

Huang Xiaoming speaks in a gentle and polite tone, and rarely jokes, but he can keep you chatting and basically won't let anything go unspoken.

In particular, this person's expression is quite sincere. When others are speaking, he will nod slightly without interrupting them, as if he agrees with the other person's point of view. This makes it very easy to win the favor of others.

In fact, the way He Daqi knew him originally was not very good. He got to know Huang Xiaoming through the constant controversy of changing roles in The Return of the Condor Heroes. He Daqi was constantly mentioned in that controversy, and the crew was suspected of taking advantage of He Daqi's popularity.

So at the beginning, Huang Xiaoming's image in He Daqi's mind was not friendly, but now it is different. After just a few words, Huang Xiaoming's image was rebuilt in He Daqi's mind.

The two were chatting with their heads lowered when someone reached out from behind He Daqi and patted him on the back.

He Daqi turned around and found that the seat that was originally empty at the back was now occupied by Hu Jun.

"Uncle, are you here too?"

"Yes." Hu Jun nodded. His smile itself had a heroic temperament. Even now, he laughed at himself: "Da Qi, you are ahead of me now. I am not even old yet, and you have caught up. It makes me sigh."

"Uncle, you're praising me too much if you say that." He Daqi responded with a smile.

Huang Xiaoming interrupted: "Brother, why does Daqi call you uncle?"

"His uncle and I were classmates, so he should call me uncle."

Huang Xiaoming suddenly understood after hearing this: "Yes, yes, Daqi is following what Senior Brother He Bing said."

He Daqi suddenly felt as if he had been taken advantage of. He looked at Huang Xiaoming with empty eyes and thought to himself: Didn’t this brother just now have a high emotional intelligence?
Now that they were chatting, He Daqi became much more lively and began to observe who was around him.

Feng Kuazi, Fan Qiaoqiao, Chen Kaige, and Huang Sanshi are in the same row or behind He Daqi.

Going further ahead, he saw Li Jianzhi, and Li Xingjian, whom he had only met once. In the same row with Li Xingjian, he saw Lao Tian from Beijing Film Academy.

There were quite a few acquaintances there, and several of them had been paying attention to He Daqi. When they noticed that He Daqi was looking at them, they nodded and greeted him.

Especially Feng Kuazi, the look in his eyes when he looked at He Daqi was as if he had discovered some rare treasure.

He Daqi knew the reason. After all, he had dealt with Feng Kuazi many times and had a good understanding of his temper. He was just trying to gain popularity and was thinking about how to use it to promote his movie.

He Daqi observed and nodded in response, but when he turned around, he found that everyone around him had started chatting.

It turns out that everyone was pretending to be serious just now. This is because they saw He Daqi and Huang Xiaoming were having a very happy chat and were now looking for acquaintances to say hello.

Hu Jun was chatting with Huang Xiaoming. When he noticed He Daqi turned around, he whispered, "Did you come on time? Did you deliberately not walk the red carpet?"

He Daqi guessed that Liu Ying had deliberately set a late arrival time to minimize the interruptions from reporters, but he wouldn't admit it. "No, there was a massive traffic jam. I wanted to arrive at five o'clock, but it's stuck until now."

"Then you got a great deal. When we were walking on the red carpet just now, a large group of people each brought a small stool and sat at the door, queuing up to walk on the red carpet." Huang Xiaoming said with a smile.

"No reporters went there to interview?" He Daqi asked in surprise.

"Reporters are only allowed to interview in the red carpet area and are not allowed to move around freely," Huang Xiaoming explained.

Hu Jun chuckled softly, adding, "Isn't it strange you came in? Why is everyone so serious and silent? Hahaha, they've already shown off their power before even walking down the red carpet. They've completely wiped out all the pride in these people. How can they not just sit still?"

I see……

He Daqi felt a little bit amused and helpless.

(End of this chapter)