Non-famous Actor

"Tell me!"

"In three steps:

The first step is to tear open your wounds; the second step is to give yourself confidence; the third step is to adjust your acting style. As I have said before, you can enter the role, but you can’t get out. "Farewell My Concubine" is like this, "Happy Together" is like this, and so is "Train to Busan"! "

"Oh..." Leslie Cheung was stunned.

I didn't expect Sun Hao to talk like this.

How to tear open the wound?

Besides, what wounds can I have?

However, when Leslie Cheung was confused, Sun Hao, who moved quickly, had already written something on the sticky note and handed it to him.

"Brother, I remember that you seem to have composed the music yourself, so..., help me take a look and see how the lyrics should be composed!"

………

"Woo..."

Leslie Cheung, who was holding a note in her hand, was crying, and her voice was not low, which affected Teacher Chang Li who was sitting in the first row. She turned her head and wanted to get angry, but when she saw that Leslie Cheung was sitting next to Sun Hao, she was taken aback for a while. , and then waved to Sun Hao.

The meaning is very clear, you go out, don't disturb everyone rehearsing the drama.

Sun Hao was amnesty, set up Leslie Cheung, turned around and left.

My buddy was careless, I didn't expect that just writing a lyrics for him could make the gentle and refined Leslie Cheung lose his composure.

After "escaping" from Zhongxi, they turned a corner and were about to find a quiet place to chat, when the two met Wang Fei head-on.

"Hey... you guys came out?"

"I'm planning to go to the Chinese Opera Experimental Theater to find you."

"Dou Ying said that there are a few new chefs here at Qingyunlou, and their skills are good. I would like to invite you to have dinner there tonight."

But at this point, Wang Fei didn't feel right. At this moment, Leslie Cheung's eyes were not only a little red, but also his whole body seemed to be exhausted, and was supported by Sun Hao to walk.

"Sun Hao, what's wrong with brother?"

"It's nothing, he just remembered a little sad past." Sun Hao said easily.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Fei, is there a quiet place around here? If it doesn't work, let's go to my house."

"No need, Qingyun Tower will do. Anyway, it's our own hotel."

"Hmm..." Sun Hao thought for a while, then said: "Then let's go to the [Unnamed Bar] under Qingyun Building!"

In early summer and June, there are many tourists here in Houhai, and many of them bring their cameras to take pictures of flowers, lakes and scenery.

But now, when they suddenly saw three celebrities walking by the lake, the tourists were overjoyed, saying hello and taking pictures.

"Leslie Cheung!"

"Sun Hao!"

"I saw Sun Hao."

"Wang Fei, I love you!"

"Leslie Cheung, I saw the real Leslie Cheung."

...

Quite admired, Leslie Cheung, who was not in a good mood just now, immediately smiled when he heard everyone's greetings, tidied up his clothes, and waved to everyone.

"Hi, hello!

I love you all too. "

Just like that, the three of them stopped and went. It took them half an hour to get to the [Unnamed Bar] from the original 15-minute journey.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the bar has not yet officially opened, so there are very few people, only four or five waiters are busy cleaning.

"Hello Miss Fei!"

A waiter with sharp eyes saw Wang Fei and immediately ran over to say hello.

"Oh... you too!

But who the hell, help me find a quiet private room, we have something to talk about. "

"Okay Sister Fei, please come this way." The quality of the waiter was good, and she didn't care that Wang Fei, one of the bosses, didn't recognize her.

Sun Hao once studied art and sang in this 2,000-square-meter [unnamed bar], but he never visited any of its private rooms.

Now I came in, looked around, and found that it was not bad, at least the sound insulation effect was excellent, even if I was singing karaoke at the top of my voice in the private room, there was no sound outside the room.

"Would you like something to drink?" Wang Fei asked.

"Beer and pistachios?"

"OK!"

Without Wang Fei asking, the waiter bowed slightly and left the door.

"Sun Hao..., is this song written for me?"

As soon as the waiter left, Leslie Cheung stretched out his palm, a small post-it note, which he had already clenched into a ball.

"Um!"

"How do you know about me?"

"Who in the world doesn't know the king?" Facing Leslie Cheung's question, Sun Hao quoted a famous saying.

"Hehe..." Leslie Cheung smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Three years ago, at the 34th Golden Horse Awards Ceremony, you were ridiculed for no reason.

At that time, the award presenter Qin Han said that although I am a veteran actor who has acted for decades, I really can't act in a movie like "Happy Together".

And the person next to her, Liu Ruoying also immediately echoed, "Me too..."

Wang Fei personally received the beer and pistachios from the door. She knew that Sun Hao and Leslie Cheung had something to talk about, but she never expected that Sun Hao would talk about such a sensitive topic.

Is this motherfucker still a friend?

Sun Hao, you fucking shut up!

But before she could say anything, Wang Fei saw Leslie Cheung trembling all over and shook her head towards herself.

"Two years ago, at the Hong Kong Film Awards ceremony, Wu Zhenyu, Huang Zhihua and Zhang Daming performed a skit, the three of them kept making fun of same-sex feelings, just a few minutes of mocking, but the camera kept sweeping back and forth on your face.

As everyone knows, this is to capture your stress response. But from the beginning to the end, you always smiled kindly..."

Speaking of this, Sun Hao suddenly stopped, and then pointed to the TV and coffee table in the room.

"Brother, I think what you need is not forbearance, but to vent, to vent out your depression, I want to kill these bastards who laugh at me, I like whoever I like, what's the matter with you?

Why do you scumbags laugh at me..."

Before Sun Hao finished speaking, a beer bottle swished towards the TV, and then with a bang, the huge LCD screen was torn apart.

"Boom!"

Wang Fei wanted to scream, but suddenly Sun Hao covered her mouth with her hands.

"This thing is worthless, I will pay you back when I come back."

"No no no..."

"You promise not to scream, and I will let go immediately."

"Hmmmm..."

Looking into Sun Hao's eyes, Wang Feikuang nodded.

But just as Sun Hao let go, the beauty wrapped her arms around his neck and blocked his mouth with her cherry lips.

"Huang Zhihua, bastard, ungrateful thing, why do you laugh at me like that, you must know that the reason why you can gain a firm foothold in the TV industry is because I introduced you to you."

"Liu Ruoying, little bastard, don't even think about it. When you were ridiculed on Hong Kong Island, who helped you out?"

"Zhang Daming, the most hateful person is you. You forgot that your old mother was sick. No one lent you money. I gave you 200,000 yuan."

"Woooooo..., I want to die!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow"

"Wuuuuuuu, you bastards, when I think of you, I feel sick to my stomach and want to vomit."

………

The crazy smashing lasted for half an hour. After half an hour, Leslie Cheung, who was in front of the noble son, slowly calmed down, and sat slumped in front of the coffee table, his eyes glazed over.

Wang Fei was in a happy mood. First, he had taken advantage of it, and second, he finally understood what Sun Hao meant. If Leslie Cheung was not allowed to vent his depression, he would have problems sooner or later.

"Sun Hao, then... what shall we do now?" Wang Fei blinked and asked.

"Go to the street, relax, order some snacks, and then come to this bar to sing." Sun Hao wiped the corner of his mouth, bleeding from the bite.