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On that day when Zhao Qingyuan slammed the door and left, he thought Yu Qinghuan would chase him out to apologize so he could pretend to be entangled by the latter and then made peace with him.
This was the normal process after the quarrel between good friends!
However, what he had never expected was that Yu Qinghuan was a person who did not play according to common sense.
Zhao Qingyuan understood that Yu Qinghuan was young with strong self-esteem so he could forgive Yu's absence on the first day, but the latter still showed no appearance on the second day.
Not only did he not come, but also he followed others out without even informing him!
"For god's sake!" Looking at Zhao Qing Yuan, who was braving the anger all over, as if possessed by deicide, his broker gave him a wry smile. He kneaded Zhao's shoulder and tried to persuade him, "You are ten years older than Qinghuan. What kind of disputes are you having with him? Isn't that just about an apology?"
Even his broker could not tolerate him to lose his temper like a girl.
However, as soon as the broker mentioned this, Zhao Qingyuan's anger immediately came up, "I tell you! From now on Yu Qinghuan is off my list! We are done!"
Then Zhao Qingyuan thought it for a moment and felt a little unintelligent about his unilateral break-up.
So he took out his cell phone and sent a Weibo.
Zhao Qing Yuan: Friendship over [Goodbye] @ Yu Qinghuan
After posting it, Zhao Qingyuan did not quit but stared at the screen for his fans' comments.
Since his fans loved him so much, hearing their idol end his friendship with Yu Qinghuan, they would unconditionally defend him and then condemn Yu Qinghuan together, thought Zhao Qing Yuan.
Well, facts had proved that he obviously thought too much.
The number of new messages snowballed at the speed visible to the naked eyes. Zhao Qingyuan felt himself stupid in an instant when he clicked into these comments.
Hadn't his fans agreed to share weal and woe with their idol? All of them were commenting like he was telling jokes.
[yoyoyoyo~ Our Yuan has got a hard mouth again. Gee.]
[yoyoyoyo~ Why you @ Qinghuan on Weibo? Aren't you on the same set? You acted like a grumpy young girl! , Guys, keep rank!]
[yoyoyoyo~ I can't help but look at the time in the lower right corner of the screen. Must you say this early in the morning? What body position is it for your breakup sex, by the way?]
[yoyoyoyo~ I feel sorry for our Yuan, he was abandoned by Qinghuan just because of his reticent and indifferent public image."
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Liu Jia'an released the first photos of The Line Between Life and Death this morning. All the netizens had known Zhao and Yu were on the same cast, so they felt free to tease them two.
As a steel-like straight man, Zhao Qingyuan only surfed the internet for photos of beautiful women and skin flicks, and had never discovered those fields as his fans said, so he just threw away his phone and decided to quit the internet for one day.
However, Yu Qinghuan, whom he bitterly cursed, followed Wang Zhensheng to the Capital People's Grand Theater.
On the stage, the actors were rehearsing the play Su Tungpo, which happened to be Su Tungpo's disaster relief scene in Hangzhou.
The actor playing Su Tungpo was wearing a loose blue and white gown. Blazing with anger in his eyes, he denounced the inaction of the subordinate officials.
Compared with ordinary TV plays and movies, stage play was more exaggerating. The emotions of the actors were more outward, and the movements were also more vigorous. Accompanied by sorrowful music and the amplification effect of the stage, the performance would be very infectious.
"So", Wang Zhensheng looked at Yu Qinghuan with a smile, "How do you feel?"
"I cannot do it." Yu Qinghuan sighed. His slightly impetuous heart had finally settled down since his rebirth.
It was not easy to be able to perform in a stage play. The actors' actions, expressions and even voices must be consistent. If they were not able to be fully integrated into the role, the performance would be disastrous.
Not only that, on the empty stage, the actors' psychological quality must be strong, otherwise they could not be able to support such a big stage with their performance at all.
Wang Zhensheng shook his head, "You'll never know whether you can do it if you don't give it a try."
Yu Qinghuan seemed wised up, "You mean..."
Wang Zhensheng walked before the stage, grabbed the person in charge and said a few words. The latter immediately showed a respectful expression on his face, raised his hand to suspend the performance on the stage, handed Yu Qinghuan a script and said to him with a smile, "Go up and have a try. This is the first time Mr. Wang has brought someone here."
Yu Qinghuan thanked him, took a quick glance at the first few pages of the script, took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.
Standing on the stage was totally different from the sitting on the seats below. Although Yu Qinghuan did not suffer from stage fright, he was still not as comfortable as when he was on set.
He first simulated the scene in his mind and read the lines out out according to the script.
When he was filming, he never felt that he was poor in acting. However, this time, he suddenly realized his shortcomings.
Not only was his acting immature, but his infectivity insufficient.
He spoke with his own voice, and if he raised the volume slightly, he would not only have his voice cracked, but also feel pains in his throat. Although unwilling to admit it, Yu Qinghuan knew in his heart that his acting was simply not good enough.
He was once smug that he had won many awards and felt that he no longer needed to improve his acting skills.
"Professor Wang," after only a short performance, Yu Qinghuan was somewhat breathless. He stepped off the stage and walked beside Wang Zhensheng with his eyes shining, "thank you so much.
Wang Zhensheng found that although the boy realized his shortcomings, he was not sad and lost. Instead, his whole body was full of unprecedented energy. The elder patted him on the shoulder with relief, "Good boy."
This boy had lived up to his recognition.
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