There are always some amazing people on set

The later days passed quickly. Ji Ziheng spent half a year writing manuscripts and appearing on radio programs. From time to time, he received calls, e-mails, and even invitations to play from Meng Jinghan. To show mercy, I went to the south to find Meng Jinghan.

But the other party's reaction made him not very satisfied.

At the beginning, he could still adjust his mentality, uphold the idea of ​​respecting this little stupid dog's pursuit of pace, and it is acceptable to call the other party to care about him from time to time. It is not so convenient to date at a long distance.

But if Ji Ziheng refused, Meng Jinghan would never pester him too much. At first he felt relaxed and refreshed. Later, every time he got stuck on something and had to answer it for two seconds and then hung up on him, he wanted to rush away a million times. Tainan pushed Meng Jinghan's head hard—how could he not be so cute? Is it difficult to say a few more words and act like a baby?

Is it difficult to say "but I miss you so much, why don't I call you later?"

Ji Ziheng had to hang up on the other party's phone again this morning because of a meeting, but when he came back from the meeting, an invitation letter was stuffed into his company mailbox.He disassembled it neatly, and it was no surprise that Meng Jinghan and the others were about to perform.

Ji Ziheng stared at the calendar and studied it for a while, then heaved a deep sigh.

No, even if you are angry, you still can't beat that little stupid dog.Originally, how easy he was, and how happy he was to control the love process, but the other party only showed that kind of focused eyes, and then didn't take any actual actions, which was driving him to death!

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Following Xiaoqing's voice control, Meng Jinghan put on her makeup clumsily.I haven't put on makeup by myself since I joined Lu's, and my hands trembled a little due to lack of practice, so I skimmed it.He just wanted to wipe it off with a makeup remover pad, turned to Xiaoqing and told him to focus on it, it was too light to see.

Still can't see it?He felt that every stroke of eyeliner was going to be folded on his double eyelid folds.

After finally finishing the annoying stage makeup, he hid in the small office and waited peacefully. He was locked in the small space together with the slightly damp smell of books. He looked at the old tile floor and didn't know how to balance it. Brother will not come.

Brother Heng called him during the rehearsal yesterday, but he didn't pick up the call. After the rehearsal was finally over, no matter how hard he dialed the phone, he couldn't get through.

They actually performed for several consecutive six days, and the invitation letter sent by Meng Jinghan only wrote about the finale.

Meng Jinghan only found out during the rehearsal yesterday that they did not rent other venues for the last performance, and performed directly in the brand-new "studio".Xiaoqing said that this is called an environmental theater, not on a stage but directly performing in a normal venue. Meng Jinghan said that he couldn't adapt to it... Don't talk about Lu's, the bigger online photos and photos in the past were bigger than this one.

But they were very serious about the scene in the morning, peeping out through the crack of the door, Meng Jinghan was also a little nervous.

There were about twenty people in the audience, and Brother Heng couldn't be found from Meng Jinghan's peeking angle.

The audience was so close to the performance area that they were within reach. A bunch of people sat in a small Japanese room against the wall and sat in two circles. If their legs were stretched too far, they might trip over the performers.

In order to create a more serious atmosphere at the beginning, the lighting was very dim, except for the moonlight outside the door, all the light sources came from a dim yellow light bulb hanging from a piece of wire in the middle of the room. He couldn’t see the faces of the audience clearly, but they were whispering.

Ding, ding ding ding.

The bell rang, and the outside was instantly quiet. Feeling the deafening heartbeat, Meng Jinghan took a deep breath and walked out.

He stepped on the wooden floor, and the creaking sound followed his steps forward. He opened the door of the Japanese room and walked in slowly.

At first, he looked around suspiciously, his eyes swept over the paintings and mirrors on the wall one by one, and his eyes circled around the Japanese room, as if he couldn't see the audience, just looking at the appearance of the room.

Probably because he was finally relieved, he pulled a chair and sat down. As soon as he sat down, there was the sound of something falling. He was startled, and looked at a Bible that suddenly fell from the bookcase, not sure whether it should be or not. pick up.

"Tsk."

A loud murmur of contempt erupted from the silent auditorium.

He turned his head abruptly, there was no abnormality there.

He checked it twice more, and when he was sure it was all right, he turned around and carefully picked up the Bible, dusted off the book cover, and respectfully put it back on the bookshelf.

"When will you go home and see?" Someone from the other side of the auditorium shouted at him again, and this time he caught that person.

"...Why go home and have a look?" He took two steps back, "I go home every day, why go home and have a look?"

The man looked straight into his eyes, "Mom and Dad miss you so much, why don't you come back?"

"..." He put on a defensive posture, his body was stiff, a little nervous, a little panting, "What did you say?"

The man fell silent.

Under the dim light, Meng Jinghan looked around suspiciously, as if the person had disappeared from the scene, "What did you say?"

bump.

The books on the bookshelf fell down again. He wanted to pick it up, but when he picked up one, the other two fell off. He hurriedly put the book back in his hand and picked it up again, but the same thing happened again.

He picked up the book faster, but the book fell more and more anxiously, and his expression became more and more panicked!

Suddenly, the yellow light bulb in the Japanese room went out with a snap.

Everyone's attention was focused on the sound of the door opening, and a figure opened the door.

"I am back!"

The middle-aged man was carrying a briefcase and rubbing the side of his neck. With the moonlight behind his back, he reached out to the wall and touched it. There was a click, and the lights were bright.

Meng Jinghan on the other side took advantage of the gap to go out through the secret door in the dark. His role was over and he could watch the show in peace.

Meng Jinghan was still very nervous. Although the lights were dim, he still used his peripheral vision to secretly find Brother Heng's focused face in the crowd. The character was nervous, and he was also nervous.

They haven't seen each other for a long time.

In the rehearsal for Brother Heng, some passages were changed, and Meng Jinghan and the others thought it would be better presented. I don’t know what Brother Heng thinks?

I don't know if my acting skills have improved a little. I hope Brother Heng can see how serious he has been in the past few months, and I also hope that I won't embarrass his dear teacher.

Ever since meeting Brother Heng, Yu Xin pestered him all day to collect all kinds of little stories about Brother Heng. Of course he didn't tell anything, but Yu Xin kept wailing that at least there must be a reason to know him, so he brought it up. Brother Heng taught him how to play.

Then Yu Xin was so excited that he exploded, completely in a state of envy and fanaticism, urging him to perform well all day long, saying "Since Teacher Ji taught you, I definitely hope to see your acting skills grow! Don't let him down!" Like, it’s okay to read it once or twice every day, which makes him really afraid that he will not perform well.

Now looking at the back of Brother Heng watching the play seriously, he was suddenly very happy to obediently work hard.

Meng Jinghan hid on the sidelines, watching how the middle-aged protagonist lived his daily life, how he faced his sexuality, and how he explained this problem to his young son.

After the show ended, the audience was invited out. Meng Jinghan stared at Brother Heng's back in the crowd. He didn't call for someone directly, but walked around in a half circle and walked directly in front of Brother Heng.

"Brother Heng!"

"Hi." Ji Ziheng seemed to be still in the mood just now. Compared with the joy of meeting, it was more of the depression left by the drama, "The acting was good just now."

"Hehe, thanks."

"Go and collect your things first, call me when you get back to your residence, I have no place to live."

"Then, do you want to wait for me here?" Meng Jinghan looked behind, "It may take a while, let's go back together?"

"Um."

Meng Jinghan smiled brightly, "Then sit down first!"

Then he walked quickly into the theater to help collect things, while Ji Ziheng sat under the moonlight, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, lazily, waiting for their dog to take him home.