Chapter 516 The background of Xinye!

  In the National Theater.

   Holding the phone with the broken screen, looking at the name that he had deliberately forgotten, Yuan Cheng stiffened all over.

  Looking at the face that was full of vicissitudes, but still had a deep gaze, scenes from decades ago were like bursts of river water, rushing to his eyes!

  "Yuan Cheng, I am giving you a chance. Don’t be stubborn with me. Sun Zhongjing’s usual words and deeds. As an actor of the repertory troupe, don’t you know how to work with him every day?"

"Don’t be afraid to tell you that we have sufficient evidence. The reason why you are asked to write this testimonial is to see your performance. I hope you have a right attitude and don’t show false results because of some people’s usual pretentious attitude. Affection affects your objective judgment."

  "I, I don’t know, I don’t know, I can’t write, really can’t write"

"You don't write, but others have written it. Now, have you seen it? This piece of information in my hand, this is the information given by your brothers and sisters. Everyone has confessed, do you want to be a tough guy, After eating the weights, I am determined to engage in confrontation and protect the bad guys?"

  "How can they be like this? How can they be like this"

   "Yuan Cheng! Are you still obsessed with it?!"

"I write"

  The memories that have been in the dust for a long time, like an invisible sledgehammer, were shot on Yuan Cheng's face all at once!

  He will never forget the desperate and sad look of the man who once took him into the industry before being taken out of the theater.

  "Leader?"

  Feeling the strangeness of him, Xie Yongmei on the side immediately picked up the phone.

  The phone was just left, but Yuan Cheng took it back again!

   Anxiously swiped the screen, but his finger was drawn with blood from the broken phone screen.

   "Hey, what are you doing leading you?"

  Seeing Yuan Cheng's state is completely different from usual, Xie Yongmei was a little nervous.

  "Who posted this Weibo?"

  Yuan Cheng raised the phone, pointed to the Weibo that had been fixed on the screen because the internal screen was broken, and asked aloud.

  The loud shout made Xie Yongmei a shiver.

"Leader, it's just a cartoon. I was commissioned by CCTV recently to create a program for the integrated channel. This guy just joined the program team today, and he said something to our team. Dean, I am. It's nothing, but I came from a wild road, and wanted to step on our national dialect. I was so angry that I said a few words on the spot. I didn't expect this person to be enthusiastic! I made trouble on Weibo."

"What is your name?"

"what?"

   "I said this person, what is his name and how old is it?"

   "It's called Li Shixin, it looks like it's sixty or seventy, right?"

  Hop.

   Hearing Xie Yongmei’s answer, Yuan Cheng’s mobile phone with blood stains on the screen fell to the ground again.

  As the phone fell, Yuan Cheng collapsed to the ground.

  Looking at the gaffe that her leader had never done before, Xie Yongmei was a little panicked.

   "Dean, do you know this person?"

  Faced with Xie Yongmei’s question, Yuan Cheng held his heart tightly.

   "Recognize."

   "Who is this person?"

   "Mr. Sun Zhongjing's best student."

  "Sun Zhongjing?" Xie Yongmei frowned, "Dean, I haven't heard of it in the circle. Who is it?"

   "Head of the Hongqi Drama Troupe, my my my teacher."

  Yuan Cheng flushed, closed his eyes deeply, and finally said it after repeating it several times.

  He didn't notice at all, Xie Yongmei's expression on the side was frozen.

  (﹃)

  The predecessor of the national dialect, the predecessor of the Hongqi drama troupe, the dean of the love apprentice brother

  At this moment, Xie Yongmei only felt that the voice of the whole world had disappeared. Only a string of narrations remained, knocking his head constantly.

   Such an old monster, who is not at home to support his life, why go out blindly for a stroll?

Ok?

  Why come out and stroll around?!

   Silently covered her face, Xie Yongmei squatted down.

  In the courtyard of Zhao Jinzhi's house.

  In this period of time, I was engaged in anime. I stayed with Zhu Peiqi and a group of young people every day, which made Li Shixin a little bit of a house.

  I didn’t exercise for more than a week, and coupled with the tossing from Rongdian to Beijing, I felt like I was going to fall apart. Although it was supported by small batches of cheers, mental fatigue can only be adjusted through exercise.

  Holding the mop pole to practice a set of battle marksmanship, Li Shixin's body was sweaty.

   Feeling that the dinner in his stomach is almost digested, Li Shixin put the mop stick away, took a deep breath, and evenly adjusted the slightly coarse breathing, then sat down next to Zhao Jinzhi and An Xiaoxiao with the big tea jar.

   "Uh, hey teacher, your marksmanship is really good."

  Looking at An Xiao who was groaning so hard, lying on the bench and playing for a long time, Li Shixin raised his eyebrows with a rainbow fart.

  This stinky girl, after filming the series, the whole person is back to the old state.

  And I haven't watched it for a while when I went out to shoot on location, and I was even more lazy than before.

  Looking at the goods with a slightly bulging belly due to the pork ribs and Xianxin driving with the old man, Li Shixin snorted.

   "Little, do you know how a person with a bad brain can become good?"

  (ˇˇ)…: "Drink six more walnuts?"

  Drink your sister!

  The corners of Li Shixin’s mouth twitched slightly, and he shook his head: "I have free time, read more books!"

"I chased a lot of books at the starting point, like the new book "Global Monster Hunting" that blows a big balloon, an unknown "Senior Superstar" who is on the street, especially that "Senior Superstar" is very interesting, an old man. Relying on Porcelain to break into the entertainment industry teacher, you say it’s funny, isn’t it?"

Halfway through   An's short story, he closed his mouth while Li Shixin's murderous eyes.

   "Your IQ is already very low An Xiaoxiao, please don't look at these things that lower your IQ in the future."

  Faced with Li Shixin’s lesson, An Xiaoxiao raised her face.

   "Then teacher, what book is helpful to IQ?"

Gently sipped the wolfberry water in the tea jar, Li Shixin snorted: "As far as you are concerned, raising your IQ is not a top priority. What you need is self-discipline. I recommend you to take a look at Magnigel's "Self-control". Improve yourself, control your mouth, control your own heartlessness!"

  Hearing Li Shixin's tweet, An Xiaoxiao's face was full of disdain.

  (ˉ▽￣～) cut~~

   "I thought it was a treasure book, "Self-Control"! I read it when I was fifteen."

   Seeing An Xiaoxiao's "Don't underestimate me" look, Li Shixin frowned, "You are so depraved after reading this book?"

   "I haven't finished reading it."

  (.-`ω-)

   "My self-control is not enough to support me after reading this "self-control""

  Li Shixin covered his temple and turned on his cell phone.

  Searched on the Google page for “how can we reasonably and legally eliminate humanity for the mentally retarded?” After unsuccessful, he sighed, took out the script written just this afternoon, and filmed it in front of An Xiaoxiao.

  "Starting from today, give me a vegetarian diet and study the script."

  Looking at the conflict between the master and the disciple again, Zhao Jinzhi pursed her lips in amusement.

   "Brother, you can't talk about CCTV? Why are you still studying the script?"

Faced with Zhao Jinzhi's teasing, Li Shixin raised his brows.

   "I don't want to record anymore, but in case CCTV begged me to participate in a lifeless face, or what Xie Yongmei came over to offer me an apology for tea? Everything, you have to use both front and back hands."

  Looking at Li Shixin's serious bragging, Zhao Jinzhi rolled her eyes.

  But at this time, Li Shixin’s mobile phone on the stone table suddenly made a loud warning.

   Suspiciously picked up the phone, read the WeChat private messages and @ that burst into pieces on it, Li Shixin smiled slightly and threw the phone to Zhao Jinzhi.

   "Look, what am I talking about?"

   Looking at an apology message sent by Xie Yongmei on the screen, Zhao Jinzhi frowned when she saw the tide of "666" from a group of melon-eating netizens.

  I just sent a message to the deputy director, which played such a big role?

  Looking at the back of Li Shixin walking into the house, Zhao Jinzhi tilted her head.

   "Little Zhao."

  As Zhao Jinzhi was confused, Li Shixin greeted him.

   "Huh? What's the matter, brother?"

   "Are you fine these two days?"

"Ok."

"I was thinking about catching up on the heat. The script was written a little short. This time, there is no guarantee of the 20-minute program length. The old man is not up to it! I will expand and expand the script, and you will also talk to Xiaoxiao. Go together."

   Faced with Li Shixin's swelling, Zhao Jinzhi's brows stretched out.

  Old cocky.

  She smiled and glanced at her mouth.

  　PS: This update of Salted Fish is because I read "The Second Uncle" again and straightened out the outline. Mom hasn't written it for too long, so I forgot the plot and the pits I dug. As a result, the update is a bit slow, so please kowtow! But fortunately, the wise Shenwu, like the second stupid brother, has already got everything done. Tomorrow will resume normal updates, okay, it’s not because of the rumor that something went wrong or because of website problems. No matter what happens in the future, I will not disappoint my lovely readers. So ask for a monthly pass?

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)