11. Thank you for not being able to express your voice

In 1905, the national strength was declining, and the wind and rain were fluttering.

Inside, the decaying dynasty is still oppressing the industrious and miserable people, starving all over the wilderness, and the people are struggling to make a living.

Outside, surrounded by powerful enemies, the great powers knocked on the door of the country with strong ships and cannons, woke up the dream of the heavenly kingdom, and lost power and humiliated the country.

In this critical autumn of survival, there are always people who are willing to rise up their own meager strength, and want to use this little bit of fire to dispel the darkness hanging overhead.

Girch Street, Central, Hong Kong.

A long shot swept by, Zhang Xueyou, playing Yang Quyou, was coming out of the classroom of the Furen Institute and slowly descending the iron staircase surrounded by students.

He combed his small hair, round-framed gold wire glasses framed on the bridge of his nose, and his temperament was elegant, quite round on the outside and square on the inside, and he looked extraordinary in the midst of a group of male students with big braids and yin and yang heads.

Zhang Xueyou, who is the former president of the Xingzhong Association, has the obligation to disseminate advanced ideas to these young people, so that they can face up to the backward status quo of the country.

"The word democracy, in fact, comes from the Greek word 'NeMosi', which means people, literally the rule of the people, that is, the joint management of the affairs of the state according to the principle of equality and the subordination of the minority to the majority. I remember Lincoln once said that he said, 'of the people, by the people, for the people,' that is, for the people, for the people, for the people, and this idea is the real democracy in my heart, the real people's country. ”

Suddenly, a female classmate asked, her eyes widened, her face was solemn, her eyes were full of confusion and longing, and she said, "Professor Yang, can we see such a day in China?"

At this moment, the sun is projected obliquely, illuminating half of Jacky Cheung's face in the shadows and half of his face in the sun, just like his mood at the moment, the long night is difficult to see the sky of China, and the haze covers the land of China, but he hopes to use what he has learned in half his life to inspire people of insight to rise up and fight and illuminate the darkness.

Jacky Cheung sighed lightly, the road to revolution is long, and the prospect is confused, he said: "I know, this day is coming, but I can't see it." ”

The female student couldn't help but smile, Zhang Xueyou patted her cheek gently, as if she saw that the hope of the country's future was in these young people who opened their eyes to the world, and also smiled, and said very kindly: "You will definitely see it." ”

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, Jacky Cheung shot in the center of his eyebrows, and the plasma sprayed on the male student's shiny bald head.

"Professor Yang!" the students shouted his name.

He fell to the ground, like countless righteous men who sacrificed their lives for the peril of the nation, and burned himself into a torch to illuminate countless darkness.

"CUT!" Chen Desheng shouted behind the monitor, and the scene was excellent.

"Brother Xueyou worked hard. The field worker came over with a clean towel.

"No hardship, thank you. The god of song took the towel and nodded in thanks, flattering the master of the field, sure enough, the more awesome the star, the less there is a shelf.

Zhang Xueyou walked towards the director, Chen Desheng also stood up, the two hugged again, Chen Desheng said: "Xueyou, thank you for giving face to make a cameo, you haven't filmed for a few years, but your acting skills have always been there." ”

Jacky Cheung wiped the blood on his face, handed the towel to the staff, and said with a smile: "Isn't this also itchy, just come to enjoy it, remember to eat when you return to Hong Kong." ”

"No problem, please by all means. Chen Desheng readily agreed.

Han Fei had been waiting in the back for a long time, he had been staring at Zhang Xueyou's performance on the screen, which looked tepid on the surface, but in fact it was still and deep, and he had his own style.

In terms of singing, Zhang Xueyou is already a recognized singer in the Chinese music scene. In terms of acting, Han Fei didn't think he was so powerful, he only remembered that the black fly he played in "Carmen in Mong Kok" shouted at Wan Ziliang in the mahjong parlor: "Thank you Brother Wu Fly,!", since then, he has laid down half of the emoji industry, and after watching the live version of the performance today, I realized that I have been underestimating the acting skills of the god of songs.

Seeing that Brother Xueyou had finished finishing, Han Fei turned into a little fan brother, ran to Brother Xueyou, and joked: "Brother Xueyou, can you please take a group photo?"

Zhang Xueyou saw this little friend, he already knew the leading actors of the crew before he came, and said in his heart Although you are a small coffee, this behavior is no different from that of the star chaser, and he couldn't help laughing out loud, and teased: "Pretty boy, you are so star-chasing that you are not afraid that your agent will dislike you?"

Han Fei touched his nose and said embarrassedly: "Don't you like your songs too much, in front of the god of songs, I am a little fan." ”

"Haha, do you want a signed photo?" said Xueyou's brother laughed again.

"Yes, yes. Han Fei said that even if you send a shitty emoji, I want it, just kidding, this is the god of songs, I think that in order to grab a ticket for the god of songs' concert, he refreshed the miscellaneous web page of Damai.com countless times and didn't grab it, and this time he saw a real person, and he had to leave something behind.

"Wow, you're really, there's no autographed photo, it's still okay to take a group photo. ”

"That's fine, I don't pick. ”

Brother Xueyou smiled, hugged Han Fei's shoulder, behind him was the signboard of Furen Academy, the two stood side by side, both dressed in long robes, Han Fei asked the photographer to help take a picture, and asked the staff to take a picture with his mobile phone, which made him feel satisfied.

Han Fei really wanted to say "Thank you Brother Wu Fei", if he could see Brother Xueyou return with a "Han Fei", then this trip was really worth blood.

The field workers are cleaning up the spilled plasma, and the next scene will be Han Fei's turn, also in the scene of the Furen Academy, they have to quickly clean up the scene, and they have to put up banners for the next scene, and prepare flyers for the next scene.

Jacky Cheung unbuttoned the neck of the gown, looked at Han Fei and said, "I heard that you were born as a talent singer?"

"Uh, yes. Hearing this question, Han Fei was a little stunned, why do you ask this, isn't this to torment me, who doesn't know that you are also from the singing draft, and you have become a god of song praised by thousands of people step by step, how dare I talk about the draft in front of you.

Jacky Cheung said with relief: "Don't be nervous, I just asked casually." ”

Han Fei was stunned and said, "Guan Gong is playing with a big knife in front of him, how can I not be nervous?"

"Do you prefer acting or singing?"

"Let's act, I think my singing is just a hobby of mine, and I went to the talent show by chance. ”

At this time, Jacky Cheung had already untied the gown, revealing the white T-shirt inside, Han Fei took a look at the figure of the god of songs, there was no middle-aged man's greasy belly, his figure was well maintained, and he was in good spirits, no wonder he could sing a three-hour concert in one breath even in 2018.

Brother Xueyou turned around and gave Han Fei a hug, making Han Fei stay in place a little overwhelmed, and he said, "Pretty boy, I wish you a bright future." ”

"Much, thank you Brother Xueyou, I will definitely work hard. After a while, Han Fei jumped out of the mentality of the fans and replied firmly.

Didn't thank Brother Wu Fly, didn't you, Brother Xueyou put down his robe and left, Han Fei stood in place, and was very grateful to the God of Song for his encouragement, thank you, I will come on.