Senior Superstar

In the National Theater.

Holding the mobile phone with a broken screen, Yuan Cheng froze as he looked at the name that he had intentionally forgotten long ago.

Looking at the face full of vicissitudes, but still with deep eyes, the scenes from decades ago rushed to him like a river breaking a dike!

"Yuan Cheng, I'm giving you a chance. Don't be stubborn with me. As an actor of the repertory troupe, don't you know what Sun Zhongjing said and did every day?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you that we already have sufficient evidence. The reason why I asked you to write this statement is to see your performance. I hope you have a correct attitude and don't show it because of some people's hypocrisy and hypocrisy. Falsehood will affect your objective judgment."

"I don't know, I don't know, I can't write, really can't write."

"You didn't write it, but everyone else did. Here, did you see it? The stack in my hand is the information that your brothers and sisters have given you. Everyone has already confessed. Are you going to be a hard-nosed person? Have you eaten the weight and determined to engage in confrontation and cover up the bad guys?"

"They...how could they be like this? How could they be like this."

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

".I wrote"

The long-lost memories, like an invisible sledgehammer, hit Yuan Cheng's face all at once!

He will never forget the desperate and sad eyes of the man who brought him into the industry before he was taken out of the theater.

"lead?"

Sensing his strangeness, Xie Yongmei at the side immediately picked up the phone.

The mobile phone had just left his hand, but was snatched back by Yuan Cheng!

He swiped the screen hastily, but his finger was bloodied by the shattered phone screen.

"Hey, leader, what are you doing?"

Seeing Yuan Cheng's state completely different from usual, Xie Yongmei felt a little uneasy.

"Who posted this Weibo?"

Yuan Cheng raised his phone, pointed to Weibo, which had been fixed on the screen because the inner screen was broken, and asked loudly.

This shout made Xie Yongmei tremble with fright.

"Leader, yes. He is a cartoonist. I was recently entrusted by CCTV to make a column for the comprehensive channel. This person just joined the column team today, and he is dictating our team. Dean, I It’s nothing, but I came from a wild background and wanted to step on our national dialect, so I was so angry that I said a few words on the spot. Unexpectedly, this person turned out to be so energetic! It made a fuss on Weibo.”

"What is your name?"

"ah?"

"I said this person, what's his name, how old is he?"

"It's called Li Shixin, looks like he's in his late 60s or 70s?"

snap.

Hearing Xie Yongmei's answer, the blood-stained mobile phone in Yuan Cheng's hand fell to the ground again.

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

Seeing the gaffe that her leader had never had before, Xie Yongmei panicked a little.

"Dean, do you know this person?"

Facing Xie Yongmei's question, Yuan Cheng tightly held his heart.

"know."

"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?"

"The head of the Hongqi Repertory Troupe, my...my, my teacher."

Yuan Cheng blushed, closed his eyes deeply, and repeated several times before finally speaking.

He didn't notice at all that Xie Yongmei's expression on the side had froze.

(﹃)

Red Flag Repertory Troupe, the predecessor of the Mandarin Chinese.

At this moment, Xie Yongmei only felt that the voices of the whole world had disappeared. There are only a series of narrations left, knocking on my head non-stop.

Such an old monster, if he doesn't stay at home to enjoy his life, why would he wander around blindly?

Um?

What are you doing strolling around blindly?!

Silently covering her face, Xie Yongmei squatted down.

In the courtyard of Zhao Jinzhi's house.

During this period of time, he was engaged in animation and stayed with Zhu Peiqi and a group of young people every day, which made Li Shixin feel a little bit home.

Not exercising for more than a week, plus the toss from Rongdian to Beijing, I feel like I'm going to fall apart. Although the applause value of small batches has been used to support it, the psychological burnout can only be adjusted through exercise.

Li Shixin practiced a set of battle marksmanship with a mop pole, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on Li Shixin's body.

Feeling that the dinner in his stomach was almost digested, Li Shixin put away the mop pole, took a deep breath, adjusted the slightly rough breathing evenly, and sat next to Zhao Jinzhi and An Xiaoxiao with a big tea mug.

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

Li Shixin raised his eyebrows when he saw An Xiaoxiao, who was stretched out and hummed, and rolled on the bench for a long time.

This smelly girl, after the filming of the series, the whole person returned to the state of gnawing on the old.

And I didn't watch it for a while when I went out to shoot the location, and I was a lot more lazy than before.

Li Shixin snorted when he saw that this guy had a slightly bulging belly because of the ribs and was still willing to drive with the old man.

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

(ˇˇ)...: "Drink six more walnuts?"

drink your sister!

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

"I chased a lot of books at the starting point. Hey, the new book "Global Monster Spawning", which is like blowing a big balloon, and an unknown "Aging Superstar", especially the "Aging Superstar", which is very interesting. Don't you think it's funny that the old man breaks into the entertainment industry by relying on Pengci?"

In the middle of the novel, An Xiao closed his mouth under Li Shixin's murderous gaze.

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

Facing Li Shixin's lesson, An Xiaoxiao raised her face.

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

Gently sipping the wolfberry water in the tea mug, Li Shixin snorted: "As far as you are concerned, raising your IQ is not the top priority. What you need is self-discipline. I recommend you to read Magnigal's "Self-Control". Improve yourself, control your mouth, control your heartlessness!"

Hearing Li Shixin's push, 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", Li Shixin frowned, "After reading this book, are you still so depraved?"

"I haven't finished watching."

(.-`ω-)

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

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

After searching the Google page for "how to eliminate the mentally retarded in a reasonable and legal way" but failed, he sighed, took out the script he had just written in the afternoon, and filmed it in front of An Xiaoxiao.

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

Seeing the master and apprentice clashing again, Zhao Jinzhi pursed her lips in joy.

"Brother, don't you think you can't be on CCTV anymore? Why are you still studying scripts?"

Faced with Zhao Jinzhi's teasing, Li Shixin frowned.

"I don't want to record it, but what if CCTV begs me to participate in a deadpan manner, or what if Xie Yongmei comes to serve me tea and apologize? In everything, you have to do it backwards and forwards."

Seeing Li Shixin bragging in a serious manner, Zhao Jinzhi rolled her eyes.

But at this time, Li Shixin's mobile phone on the stone table suddenly beeped loudly.

Suspiciously picked up the phone, and read the burst of WeChat private messages and @ on it, Li Shixin smiled faintly, and threw the phone to Zhao Jinzhi.

"Look, what did I say?"

Seeing an apology message that Xie Yongmei just sent on the screen, and seeing a group of "666" like a flood of melon-eating netizens, Zhao Jinzhi frowned.

Just sent a message to the deputy director, and it played such a big role?

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

"Little Zhao."

When Zhao Jinzhi was confused, Li Shixin greeted her.

"Ah? What's the matter, brother?"

"Are you okay these two days?"

"Um."

"Before I wanted to gain popularity, the script was a bit short. This time, I can't guarantee the length of the 20-minute show. I'm not going to be on it yet! I'll expand and expand the script, and you and Xiao Xiao Go together."

Facing Li Shixin's swelling, Zhao Jinzhi's brows relaxed.

Old fart.

She glanced at her mouth with a smile.

PS: The reason for updating Xianyu in this paragraph is because I re-read "The Second Master" and straightened out the outline. Mom hasn't written for too long, I forgot the plot and the pit I dug. It caused the update to be a little slower, kowtow to apologize! But fortunately, he is as wise as the second stupid brother, and he has already taken care of everything. The normal update will resume tomorrow, okay, it’s not like the rumors that there is something wrong with the idiot or the website is slowing down. No matter what the future holds, I will not let down my lovely readers. So ask for a monthly pass?