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Chapter 67: Welcome ceremony

Wen Zezheng still didn't go to the concert after all.

Qu Youhe said with a long heart, "Brother Xuan, you are so famous that you can be recognized even if you make a zongzi."

Wen Zezong let out a dull "Oh".

Qu Youhe comforted, "Don't be unsatisfied, your cps have all climbed to Chaohua fifth."

Wen Zetong didn't feel happy at all, "but Rong Rong hasn't responded to me for five hours."

Qu Youhe, "..."

Wen Zezheng was a little bit angry, "It is clearly written in the same humanities that the content is very sticky to me..."

Qu Youhe was shocked instantly, "You still look at the same humanities!"

Wen Zezheng paused for a second, then looked away, "Respect the fruits of other people's labor."

Qu Youhe, "Ha ha." See through.

The performance of the STAR-T men's group ended perfectly, followed by several competitive variety shows. It just so happened that the recording of the album was also coming to an end recently, and Rong Yuheng was very busy for a while.

Even Rong Congyan's invitation to go home can only be temporarily postponed.

Rong Yuheng's recorded program includes a variety show called "A Step Forward", which requires the guests to pass the obstacles set by the program group in the fastest time to reach the end.

After all STAR-T members went there, they discovered that Zhou Shubai had also participated.

We are all friends from the creation period, and we haven't seen each other for a long time. Especially Zou Yi, when he saw Zhou Shubai, he rushed up, stuck the person under his armpit, and yelled.

"Little Master, it's been a long time!"

Rong Yuheng looked at him with horror... after a while, he won't have to see you again.

Zhou Shubai was yelled at by Zou Yi's card, and immediately slapped the latter's arm fiercely, "Zou Yi, do you want me to inherit my wealth!"

Huang Jianing was unable to complain, "Where does he inherit the right?"

Rong Yuheng made up the knife smoothly, "Will Zou Yi be the son of Shubai, Kekeke~"

"..."

The injury was quickly transferred to Rong Yuheng.

After a few people clamored for a while, the show began to be recorded. The artists participating in the show introduced their identities one by one and challenged them one by one.

Those who don't have their turn, either stand on the sidelines and cheer, or sit in the audience to eat melons.

Rong Yuheng and Zhou Shubai sat together, turned their heads and asked him, "Where is the spirit behind you?"

"..."

Zhou Shubai reacted for two seconds, "You mean my brother? After the crew was finished, he was captured by his uncle."

Rong Yu hung silently.

This "catching" is quite graphic. It is a bit hard for him to imagine such a scene where the tyrant is always caught back, but he seems to have become accustomed to Zhou Shubai's look.

Rong Yuheng, "Then he won't fight you for roles in the future?"

Zhou Shubai downplayed, "He will escape again."

"..." Rong Yuheng's lips moved, and his eyes fell to the front of the clearance field. An artist was rolling down the slope, but got up and climbed again and again...

Rong Yuheng praised, "Judging from the current situation, your brother is more inspirational than you on the road to becoming a god."

Zhou Shubai choked for a second, then shook his head, "This can only be regarded as a process of restraining each other."

"..."

The topic about a certain Qiu surnamed Mr. Ba was quickly turned over. Rong Yuheng turned his head and cared about Zhou Shubai's play, "Are you going well in the filming? I haven't heard you say how long it will be finished."

"It's going well, it's only a few days ago."

Rong Yuheng nodded.

The two chatted for a while, and then it was their turn to play.

When entering the venue, the host also asked Rong Yuheng, "What does Rong Rong think when he sees these previous levels?"

When Rong Yuheng heard the words, there were traces of recollection in his clear eyes, "I think of Teacher Su Yuyin by the Daming Lake."

"..."

The show was not fully recorded until after dinner. STAR-T members pulled Zhou Shubai to eat together. A group of people were chatting lively, and Rong Yuheng saw a WeChat pop up on his mobile phone.

[Xun Guang]: Rong Go!

When Rong Yuheng saw this name, his chin shrank into two stacks:? ?

[Xun Guang]: "I want to escape from here every day" is finished [tuanzi jump jump]

[Rong Yuheng]: Spreading flowers...? [花][花][花]

[Xunguang]:...

Zhou Shubai turned his head to catch Rong Yuheng's "bad deeds", and immediately issued a condemnation, "Rong Xiaoji, what phone do you look at when you eat!"

Rong Yuheng maintained a bewildered look and turned to him, "Does your white and soft screenwriter have a group posting to share the joy of being successful?"

Zhou Shubai was confused with the same paragraph, "Why do you want to send it in groups? Will happiness be doubled?"

Rong Yuheng fell into thought, "Maybe it will pass..."

The two of them are discussing intensively whether group happiness will increase happiness, pass it on or feed back, etc. Xunguang's WeChat is here again.

[Xunguang]: I just want to say that the next one is already in preparation, and you are ready to prepare.

Rong Yuheng, the subtext of "..." is too deep.

[Xunguang]: I can recommend you to the director, but your audition must pass the [watch] script and it will be sent to your agent in a few days

[Xunguang]: Chong for the Lord, you are the eagle I saw among thousands of people! [Punch fist]

Rong Yuheng, "..." So what exactly is he.

[Rong Yuheng]: Hao Ba, I will prepare seriously after my agent has reviewed the script [Sea Otter Than Heart]

[Xun Guang]: [Duanzi than Heart]

…

After a few days, Shi Qiu received the script as expected. When she gave Rong Yuheng a thick stack of scripts, her face after many days of haze finally became bright as the sky broke through the clouds.

"Director Qian Xinlei prepared the TV series "Su Yi Ke Xing", let you audition for the male one."

Rong Yuheng was first shocked by such a serious name for two seconds, and then he moved forward with a hesitant attitude—seeing the screenwriter’s name, there was a "Xunguang" in it.

Rong Yuheng, "..." Okay, that's right.

"Su Yi Ke Xing" is adapted from the novel of the same name, with an ancient overhead background.

After the protagonist Huai Qing joined the fifth-ranked gang in Jianghu, he became a group favorite by virtue of sand sculpture. Later, disputes arose in the rivers and lakes, and the high-level gangs gradually retreated to the rivers and lakes and threw the gang to Huaiqing.

Huai Qing thought that his skill was not deep, so he gave the position of gang leader to his friend, the top expert in the gang. But I don’t want to be indecisive after Yan's superiors. The new people recruited by the gang are all kinds of monsters. On the one hand, Yan Yan is reluctant to deal with the newcomers, and at the same time, he persuades Huaiqing to know how to be patient...

The stern indulgence of the gang leader fueled the arrogant arrogance of the newcomers, and they actually pressed on Huai Qing's head in turn, slandering Huai Qing for coveting gang public silver. Li Yan knew that Huaiqing was not such a person, but in order to calm things down, he chose to remain silent.

Huai Qing was completely cold at this point, and left the gang that had devoted eight years of hard work and embarked on the road to the world.

…

Rong Yuheng turned to the last page of the script—it was ten years since the end.

The old rivers and lakes returned to the court, and the gangs gathered in the suburbs of the capital to kneel under the city gate to bear the holy grace.

A man dressed in a commander's armor stood on the top of the tower, looking down at a crowd of Wuyangyang, passing through the crowd, and met with the submerged Yan Yan-the man was Huaiqing.

However, in Huai Qing's eyes there was neither arrogance and coldness, nor resentment of thinking about the past.

He saw his loving eyes as the gentle spring breeze blew over everyone, and a smile of relief hung on the corner of his mouth:

Little friends, let me turn you all into sand sculptures.

Rong Yuheng, "...?"

The turning point at the end was too steep, and Rong Yuheng didn't recover for a while, and twisted his eyebrows to turn the script forward—that is, the section where Huaiqing went from trespassing through the rivers and lakes to entering the court.

Ten minutes later, he put down the script and looked up to the sky and exclaimed: It turned out that the ending wasn't a sudden change in style, but the play was simply a sand sculpture throughout!

He was almost deceived by the title of the Eight Classics and the short-term counterattack style at the beginning and the end!

Shi Qiu had read the script in advance, and being able to show it to Rong Yuheng showed that she thought it was feasible.

"You haven't filmed before. I don't know if you can pass the stage with acting skills, but it's okay... I looked at the set, you just need to act in your own way.

Rong Yuheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he always felt that Shi Qiu had begun to connotate him.

It can be seen that Xunguang really wants Rong Yuheng to play the role of "Huaiqing". Every day, she ran to make some small cooks for Rong Yuheng, posted some dry stuff in performance, and helped him understand the role.

[Xunguang]: I believe that my vision can accurately capture the incarnation of the character in reality!

Qiu Jianlun, who had thrown money at the air that day, appeared in Rong Yuheng's mind, and he was immediately convinced.

[Rong Yuheng]: I haven't acted in a play yet, and I'm afraid I will be boxed severely by the director. [Sea otter crying]

[Xun Guang]: No, the directors I have met are very gentle~

Rong Yuheng's typing was stagnant.

There is no credibility to say this sentence from Zuan poet's mouth.

Just as the concert and the team's variety show have come to an end, Rong Yuheng closed the door to concentrate on honing his acting skills, intending to thoroughly understand the role before the audition.

After studying the script for half an hour in the room and performing five or six times in front of the mirror, he decided to go out and check his practice results.

In the living room on the first floor, Zou Yi, Bian Chen and Tang Ji are playing cards.

Rong Yuheng sneaked past awkwardly, stood still in front of a few people, and started his performance as soon as his aura was released—

He picked up the tea cup on the table and drank the tea in the cup with his head up!

In order to highlight his heroism as a person in the world, Rong Yuheng also deliberately opened the corners of his mouth, letting the light yellow tea gurgle down his jaw...

Playing card trio, "..."

Rong Yuheng had already devoted himself to the performance at this time. He raised his arm and rubbed the corner of his mouth. The surprise in his eyes could compete with the sun and the moon, and his fresh red lips slipped out from the tip of his tongue with a sigh.

"Good Lie boy pee...!"

The card trio stared at him deeply, then lowered their heads to continue playing cards.

Rong Yuheng's wonderful performance ended. Seeing that the three of them had no response, he immediately poked his head over, "How am I doing?"

Zou Yi didn't look up, "What did you do?"

Rong Yuheng, "The performance just now! You just watched the acting, isn't it embarrassing?"

Bian Chen frowned at the card in his hand, "What kind of acting, don't you usually do it like this-yes Q!"

Rong Yuheng, "?"

He put his last hope on Tang Ji, the only honest man, "Tang Tang, what do you think?"

Tang Ji gave him a kind look, "Are you bored and want to play? I'll let you wait until I finish this one. Right A,"

Rong Yuheng was numb. He turned back to the room stupidly, closed the door with a "bang", and stuffed the script that had been turned over a dozen times into the drawer.

He doesn't need to sharpen it anymore.

…

Of course, as a well-behaved and qualified hamster, Rong Yuheng did not forget to tell his warm owner of the mixed news.

The two were talking on the phone, and when Rong Yuheng finished his narration, he heard two almost insignificant sounds of "furfur" coming from the receiver.

Rong Yuheng exploded his hair for a second, "You are laughing at me again!"

Wen Zezhen quickly calmed down his expression and calmed him, "No, no, I am happy for you."

Rong Yuheng contemptuously, "Oh, the owner."

"..." Wen Zexuan immediately changed the subject without revealing a trace, "By the way, how often do you audition for this play? Who is the director?"

Rong Yuheng was successfully taken away, "Next Monday, the director is Qian Xinlei."

Wen Zezhen said "Yes", "Okay, I get it."

After hanging up the call with Wen Zezong, Rong Yuheng realized that his brother Pearl had just called in.

He hurried back and was picked up as soon as the phone rang.

"Hey?"

Rong Yuheng heard Rong Congyan's voice, "Brother."

Rong Congyan said as usual, "Xiaoheng, are you still busy during this time? I have to stew a local chicken at home on weekends, so come back and make up for it."

Rong Yuheng had the final say, he did not go back for half a year. If he really wants to join the group later, he will definitely be busier. Just as he had time this weekend, he agreed.

"Then I will go back on Saturday."

Saturday morning at 10:40.

Inside the Rong family's mansion, the strands of singing floated across the lawn through the closed doors and windows to the outside of the gate.

Rong Yuheng stood at the entrance of the entrance garden, lost in thought...

In a moment, he dialed Rong Congyan's phone, and the ringtone rang for a few seconds before being picked up. The latter's voice was full of expectation, "Xiaoheng is back?"

Rong Yuheng pursed his lips, "Isn't it saying that "Welcome to Beijing" is going to be released, has it been released?"

Rong Congyan paused for a second, and then said, "I played another welcome song."

"What song?"

""Good Luck"," Rong Congyan said in a gentle voice, "you go home, it is our good luck."

"Let me listen?"

"..." There was silence on the earpiece for a few seconds, and then I heard Rong Congyan's voice that was a little vain, "I'm in the bedroom, maybe it's a bit unintelligible. I'll go to the hallway to listen to you right away."

The sound of footsteps and the opening of the door sounded, and then a festive and cheerful melody broke into Rong Yuheng's eardrum through the earpiece, faintly matching the rhythm of the sound overflowing from the villa door.

It is indeed "Good Luck".

Only then did Rong Yuheng let go of his suspicious heart, "I see, this is coming."

After speaking, he unlocked his fingerprints and pushed in.

Passing through the entrance garden, the moment the door of the villa was opened, the high-pitched singing instantly rushed out of the entrance!

Rong Yuheng greeted the singing with a smile of satisfaction... He walked into the entrance hall with the ebullient "Good Luck" and closed the door with his backhand.

With a "click", the door closed, isolating the noise from the outside world, and the singing in the living room became clearer.

Rong Yuheng's movement of changing shoes suddenly stagnated, and his brows gradually gathered-the tone was still the same, but when he listened carefully, the content was quite different.

Only the clear female voice circulated and echoed in the whole hall:

Tie a double-thread knot and put it in a larger sack.

Take out all the pots, bowls, iron basins and sticks

You say my big scallop, you say he is little piggy

You should know that one day you will have to pay your debts!

…

Tricked back and tricked the dog back

Lie back the puppies and lock them up again

Lied back to us to get together

Facing the scorching sun, feel the love of father and son~!

…Rong Yuheng’s pupils shrank slightly, and the shoes in his hand fell with a sound.

—He was cheated!