Zhu Qining did what he said, and he was not ambiguous at all when he said that he wanted to put on his makeup well.

Cheng Qiao felt that his head was about to be strangled, and he didn't even have the strength to scold him.

But I have to say that when he saw himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

The person in the mirror couldn't tell that he was a rough man at all, with light yellow tassels hanging on both sides of the lotus nun hat on his head, and the whole person looked beautiful and shy.

"Well, brother, my skills are still good. ”

Zhu Qining also looked at his appearance: "Don't say it, you look really good in it." ”

Cheng Qiao glared at him: "Can a boy say that he is good-looking?"

"Why can't boys say that they are good-looking?" Zhu Qining raised his eyebrows slightly: "Does art still have to be divided into men and women? Which of the four famous men in the early years was not a man?"

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"You all know it's early years!" Cheng Qiaoyi rolled his eyes: "Didn't there be many girls on stage at that time?"

Zhu Qining pressed Cheng Qiaoyi's shoulder: "Don't move, sit down and adapt for a while." ”

"Why didn't there be any girls on stage back then?" Zhu Qining took out his mobile phone and handed a page on Baidu to Cheng Qiaoyi: "Look at it, aren't most of the Yue Opera students women?"

The words on the page are clearly written, and Cheng Qiaoyi knows such a thing for the first time.

It has always been a man singing in his memory.

"This is an example!" Cheng Qiaoyi retorted.

"Don't say it, what kind of energy are you wasting?" Zhu Qining glanced at him helplessly: "I really don't understand you, I don't know anything, why did you suddenly come to perform?"

Cheng Qiao glared at him: "What do you mean I don't know anything?"

Zhu Qining raised his eyebrows amusedly: "Don't stare at me, it's not a deterrent." I'm embarrassed to call you brother dog when you make up like this, hahahahaha. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: It's so angry......

But seriously, Cheng Qiaoyi still has to admit that he really looks good after playing the role of Dan. It is still a little similar to the shape of Comrade Lao Cheng's "Autumn River" in his memory.

"You sit down by yourself, I'll go over and get ready, and it'll be time for me to come on stage in a moment. ”

looked at the time, and Zhu Qining didn't continue to joke with him: "Brother dog, let's go back together after the performance in a while." ”

"Okay. Cheng Qiao looked at himself in the mirror, gradually adapted to the dizziness caused by strangulation, and replied without looking back: "Wait for me after you finish your performance." ”

This shape is good-looking, but it's a little uncomfortable.

It's hard not to even turn your head.

Zhu Qining also knew this, and a smile appeared on his face when he saw Cheng Qiaoyi trying to adapt: "Come on, don't move around yet, get up and walk around in a while, and open your voice." Don't be nervous about going on stage for the first time. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed: "Got it, you go quickly, leave me alone." I'm in pain now, and I don't know how to write the word nervous. ”

The pain caused by strangulation is not like the physical damage of being cut by a knife, but more like an internal injury, commonly known as magic damage.

Strangle's head is Le's face and skull, and the whole face is hung up, and it looks like there is an indescribable mental energy, but this kind of good-looking is really not something that ordinary people can endure.

Cheng Qiaoyi suddenly remembered Comrade Lao Su, who had been performing for decades, and couldn't help sighing, stiffened and raised the mobile phone in front of him.

"Toot-toot-"

As soon as Cheng Qiao listened to the voice on the phone, he felt a little calmer for some reason.

"Hey, Qiaoqiao?"

Su Limei picked up the phone, a little surprised: "Did you call me for something?"

Cheng Qiao wanted to purse his lips but was afraid of making his lips painted: "Mom, I am, I just heard people say that it is very uncomfortable to strangle your head, I think you have been strangled for so long, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Su Limei didn't expect Cheng Qiaoyi to say this, and her heart was a little sweet: "It's okay, Mom, I've been strangled for decades, this thing is not bitter, strangled my head Mom feels very quiet in her heart." ”

"Really......

"Of course it's true, when you like something, no matter how bitter it is, it will become sweet. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi's hand holding the phone paused in the air, he looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face in the mirror, swallowed his saliva, and pressed down the words that came to his mouth.

"Mom, remember to rub your head after you strangle yourself, you have to remember to pay attention to your body, don't be too tired from performing all day long. ”

"I know," Su Limei said in a brisk voice: "It's still afternoon, if you have something to do, go and get busy, don't waste time." ”

Cheng Qiao listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, and slowly squeezed out a "um" word from his throat.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect.

Cheng Qiaoyi felt that his head was not so uncomfortable, he stood up and walked around the house.

There weren't many people in the room, but there were definitely a lot of them.

Zhu Qining waited for the scene, and there was no one he knew in this room.

The house was not noisy at all and everyone had their own business.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, didn't bother them, pushed open the door and returned to the practice room.

Zhang Haowen didn't expect Cheng Qiaoyi to paint so quickly, and said with concern: "You've finished painting Qiaoyi, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Cheng Qiaoyi shook his head: "I'm fine, it's just that my head is suddenly so heavy that I'm not used to it." ”

Zhang Haowen listened and looked up and down, and saw that he really didn't look uncomfortable, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "I was worried just now that you would be uncomfortable pretending, you young people are just good bones." But don't force yourself if you can't help it, remember to tell grandpa. ”

Cheng Qiao nodded, he also knew that Old Man Zhang was for his good.

Zhang Haowen beckoned him to move a small stool and sit down with him: "Don't stand all the time, it's the first time you dress up today, so pay attention." ”

After speaking, he carefully looked at Cheng Qiaoyi's appearance, and was a little surprised: "Anyway, you got it for you by a classmate from the Peking Opera Club?"

"Yes," Cheng Qiaoyi explained, "My roommate is from the Peking Opera Society, and he just got it for me when he saw me." ”

"Your roommate is from the Peking Opera Society?" Zhang Haowen was a little surprised: "What's your roommate's name?"

"His name is Zhu Qining. ”

Hearing this name, Zhang Haowen was surprised: "It turns out that he is your roommate." ”

"Yes," Cheng Qiao nodded: "Grandpa Zhang, what's wrong with him?"

Zhang Haowen smiled and didn't speak, but Yu Qiu next to him explained: "Zhu Qining is the backbone of this Peking Opera Society, and we all know him. ”

"He's really good. Cheng Qiaoyi echoed: "He used to say in the bedroom that he wanted to sing electronic Peking Opera. ”

Hearing the electronic music Peking Opera, Zhang Haowen's smile couldn't hold back: "That stinky boy, he still has the idea of electronic music Peking Opera, and I have to talk to Lao Zhou about him next time." ”

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"Don't!"