But it's a foregone conclusion, and Cheng Qiaoyi is embarrassed to say anything repentant.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhang took care of him sincerely, and although he learned all the things in this play, he derived a lot of them.

Cheng Qiao consciously followed him, which can be regarded as a great benefit.

…… In addition to listening to him complain about Comrade Cheng from time to time, Cheng Qiaoyi felt that he was very happy.

I don't know why, Zhang Haowen really has a soft spot for Cheng Qingtong, and his opening and closing his mouth are the stories of Comrade Cheng back then.

Only then did Cheng Qiao know that it turned out that Comrade Cheng's "masterpiece" - "Wangjiang Pavilion" was actually learned by himself from the teacher, not Su Limei who imitated it!

This matter probably didn't even Lao Su knew.

Cheng Qiao felt that he had a big secret, and sooner or later he would be killed by Comrade Cheng.

Alas.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed.

It's been nearly a month since he first studied this play in the system space, and he takes time to come over every day to practice.

At first, he really thought that he was almost okay after learning in the system, who knows......

The gap between reality and imagination can be so big!

I used to hear that I studied a drama for a year or two, but Cheng Qiaoyi still felt that there was an exaggeration, how could it be so long!

But now.

Cheng Qiaoyi recalled his embarrassing performance recorded on his mobile phone.

Well......

You can practice for another ten years.

But there wasn't that much time left for him.

He had to rehearse for his performance before December 5th.

December 5 was the Volunteer Day, and the school's Youth Association organized a Chinese opera performance in cooperation with retired professors. This "Autumn River" is what they prepared for this time.

To be reasonable and honest, Cheng Qiaoyi feels that he can't reach the level of performing on stage.

But time is running out for him.

There is only one rehearsal left before it officially debuts.

Alas.

Cheng Qiao leaned on the head of the bed, recalling in his mind what happened when he first rang the row.

No, it should be said that it is a big problem.

After all, there are too many small problems, and Zhang Haowen has given up on special correction to him.

Those things can't be practiced overnight, even if Cheng Qiaoyi eats again, it will be impossible to practice it after a while.

The only thing I am glad about is the three points that are most taboo when learning to sing Peking Opera, "absurdity, going off the board, and not being in tune", and Cheng Qiaoyi has not been touched in this play for the time being.

This is also what Zhang Haowen is most optimistic about him.

…… Cheng Qiaoyi felt that he was also helpless.

He's been practicing diligently.

"Buzz—buzz—"

Cheng Qiao propped himself up and took out his mobile phone from under the pillow.

The news was sent by Zhang Haowen.

[Hashiichi, the official performance at 7 p.m., there is no rehearsal. 】

What's wrong?]

[There's something wrong with the schedule, come over quickly.] 】

Cheng Qiao was so frightened that he fell on his mobile phone and swallowed deeply.

I didn't care about anything, so I quickly got up from the bed.

Originally, I thought that I would get used to strangling my head when I was in rehearsal for the last time, so as not to forget everything when I was born on stage, but now it was better, and there was no chance.

It's just too hard.

Cheng Qiao thought about it, and the movements of his hands did not stop, he put the clothes hanging by the bed on his body, pushed open the door and went straight out.

…… This back seems a little familiar.

Looking at Cheng Qiaoyi's back gradually moving away, Lin Xi fell into deep thought, and thought for a long time before remembering the familiar and unfamiliar figure.

He waved his right hand and slapped his head hard.

It's really hard to be single these days, and even looking at your roommate after being single for a long time is like looking at a goddess.

……

Out of the bedroom door, Cheng Qiao shrank in his pocket and took a deep breath against the cold wind.

This sudden early performance interrupted all his plans, and his heart was completely bottomless.

If you mess up......

Cheng Qiao couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the disappointment in Mr. Zhang's kind eyes when he looked at him on weekdays.

That's a little scary, isn't it?

Cheng Qiaoyi shook his head vigorously and drove these thoughts out of his mind.

If you want to act, you have to do your best to act, how can you curse yourself like this!

Thinking about it, I had arrived at the door of the practice room before I knew it.

The door of the practice room was not closed, and several old professors inside had already put on makeup and sat on stools chatting, and Zhang Haowen was among them.

As soon as he saw Cheng Qiao arrive, he beckoned him to stand over.

"This is Qiao Yi, the good boy I told you about recently," Zhang Haowen smiled kindly, turned his head and immediately changed his face, and said to another old man next to him: "Old Yu, Qiao Yi is from your hospital, I treat him as a grandson, I will hand him over to you, don't forget to take care of him." ”

"I know, do you still need to remind you old man?" Yu Qiu glared, and said unconvinced: "Will I let our electrical students be wronged?"

Hearing this, Old Man Zhang stomped his foot angrily: "That's my apprentice!"

"Have you apprenticed?"

"Oops......"

？？？

Although he was a little unclear about what was going on, Cheng Qiaoyi still consciously came to Zhang Haowen.

"Grandpa Zhang, what's wrong with you?

Zhang Haowen waved his hand: "I don't have any problems, it's just that people are old, and those with old arms and legs don't listen to me very well." Leave me alone, go next door and put on makeup. ”

When Cheng Qiao heard this, he frowned, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and pressed his heart back from his throat: "Okay." Grandpa Zhang, I'll go over if you're okay?"

"Okay, there you go. ”

What is due is always what is given.

Cheng Qiaoyi has never felt that he has died so righteously.

He sighed, and pushed the door open with all his might.

"Brother dog?"

As soon as the door opened, a familiar voice came over in an instant.

Hearing a familiar voice, Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but raise his eyes. I saw that the third child had already hooked his face, and he rubbed the black one with one hand.

After seeing the person clearly, Zhu Qining couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Brother Dog is really you, why did you come here?"

Cheng Qiaoyi spread his hands helplessly: "Aren't I going to go on stage, I was rushed over to put on makeup." ”

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Zhu Qining couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

It's not the first day they met, he lived for two years and he heard of Cheng Qiao's Peking Opera for the first time, and he didn't believe what he said from the bottom of his heart.

He couldn't help but open his mouth and asked, "The last time I heard the second child say that you were in love, I still don't believe it." Now I feel like I trust him a little bit...... Are you really talking? Which girl in our club are you on?"

Cheng Qiao glared at him: "You still believe in the second child's mouth? I don't even know that there are girls in your club, where do you look like you're in love!"

Hearing this, Zhu Qining stood up and looked at Cheng Qiao carefully: "Don't lie to me, seriously, you really look like a virgin, otherwise how could we be willing to die in the bedroom." ”

As he spoke, he quietly leaned over to Cheng Qiaoyi's ear and whispered: "I have long found out that you have been going out frequently recently, so you can tell me, I am not like the second child who is a mouthful." ”

"What do you want me to say," Cheng Qiaoyi rolled his eyes: "I really don't have it, I was pulled by an old professor to play the role." ”

"Huh?"

A few hints of doubt appeared on Zhu Qining's face, and his eyes widened as if he wanted to find signs of lying from Cheng Qiaoyi's reaction.

"Do you really know Peking Opera?"

Cheng Qiaoyi rolled his eyes slightly: "I won't be able to come here?"

Seeing that Cheng Qiaoyi's appearance really didn't look like a fake, Zhu Qining pulled down the corner of his clothes suspiciously: "Come with me." ”

To know whether it's true or not, just ask the president to match the list of performers.

"President, my brother said that he is also going to participate in the show, you can quickly name him and find a dressing table. ”

The president of the Peking Opera Club is a strong man who can sing Peking Opera at all.

He looks quite like a meme, and he stands there in contemplation, making people think of four big words at first glance.

The fierce man wept.

When the president heard Zhu Qining's words, he raised his eyes slightly and pulled the list out from under a pile of clothes on the side.

"Say the name of the show. ”

"Autumn River". ”

Hearing the words "Autumn River", even Zhu Qining couldn't help but turn his head to look at him.

"You want to play "Autumn River" with Professor Zhang?"

Cheng Qiao nodded: "Yes." ”

Zhu Qining swallowed his saliva incredulously: "Brother dog, you tell me the truth, are you hanging?"

Cheng Qiaoyi: ???

Zhu Qining continued: "Before, he said that he wanted to perform this play, but more than one person in our Peking Opera Club went to audition, and he said that his ability was not good, and he didn't see any of them. ”

"Won't it?" Cheng Qiaoyi recalled: "When he asked me to perform this play together, I couldn't even shout, he taught me." ”

“……”

“…… Don't forget Gou Fugui," Zhu Qining glanced at him meaningfully and patted him on the shoulder: "Hurry up and come over to make up, this is your first time wearing makeup in Peking Opera, brother, I will personally put on makeup for you." ”

“…… To be honest, I don't really want to. After all, the face on his face doesn't seem to look good.

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's whispered words, Zhu Qining turned his head to stare at him: "What are you talking about! Say it again!"

Cheng Qiaoyi: "Don't dare, let's go, third brother, thank you, third brother." ”

"That's pretty much the same," Zhu Qining casually let Cheng Qiaoyi sit in a no-man's seat: "You sit down, don't move." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: "Okay, I know." ”

As soon as he started to do something, the laughter on Zhu Qining's face completely dissipated.

"First of all, we have to put on the bottom oil," he picked up a small can from the table, took out a little from it, and wiped it off Cheng Qiaoyi's face, "This thing is used to protect the skin." ”

"Uh-huh, okay. ”

Zhu Qining continued to rummage on the table: "Just use white oil paint, red oil paint, vermilion and flesh color to adjust the background color." ”

As he spoke, he squeezed the oil paint in his palm and wiped it evenly, starting from the eye sockets and nose sockets on Cheng Qiaoyi's face, and then spread it around.

Cheng Qiao felt that he was more than one degree white in an instant.

Seeing that the bottom color was well smeared, Zhu Qining continued to take out the red oil paint inside, starting from his upper eyelids and extending from both sides and below: "Pay attention when shooting, take your time, don't be in a hurry." ”

Cheng Qiao nodded, quietly looked at himself in the mirror, and stopped talking: "Third child, do you think my face is ...... now?"

"Huh?"

"Does it look like a monkey's butt now?"