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Zhang Yang is really a good actor, so he doesn't play in this way, but goes deeper into the play, and his fear of Cao Cao is getting deeper and deeper, right to the bone marrow.

His detachment is also in line with the role, Cao Yifang pinched his chin, forced Zhang Yang to raise his face, seeing him crying tears, Cao Yifang smiled more and more happily, but his current image is really not good, his face is withered, wrinkles are like cracked earth, a few strands of white hair hang down in front of his forehead, happy like an old monster who wants to eat people.

He let go of his right hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

It is as frightening as a bird, and it is also a spirit.

Cao Yifang pinched his chin with his left hand, rubbed his head with his right hand, looked down at his face carefully, laughed, and suddenly hugged his head in his arms, Zhang Yang's eyes widened in horror and remained motionless.

"Good son. Cao Fangfang took a deep breath, squinted his eyes as if enjoying the last father and son family, and said the words like ice: "As a father, I want to kill you...... But as the king of Wei, I want to leave the inheritance to you. ”

At this moment, all the eyes of the audience were trying to condense on him, and many people leaned closer to their bodies, squinting their eyes to focus on the light, wanting to take a closer look at the expression on Lao Cao Cao's face...... They were too curious.

Cao Fang began to cough, getting heavier and heavier, he covered his mouth and sat back on the couch with a cough.

Zhang Yang came back to his senses, his expression of joy flashed, and he quickly knelt forward and came to Cao Fang's lap: "Father, are you okay? What do you mean ......?"

"Stand down. Cao Fang closed his eyes again, extremely tired, and waved his hand: "My will has been left, you ...... Soon it will be the king of Wei. ”

Zhang Yang was stunned, then knelt down suddenly, and shouted: "Father——!"

The lights on the stage went out again, and soon they lit up, and there were only two white chasing lights, one on the left and one on the right, which looked so bright in a dark curtain.

On the left is Zhang Yang, he turned around and looked at it with five points of fear, three points of worship, and some resentment.

On the right is Cao Fang, who is gray-haired, and he reluctantly uses the long sword in the sheath...... Standing on the ground, supporting his withered body.

The father and son seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, staring deeply for the first time.

A very sad song sounded.

Zhang Yang walked to the left, and with each step, his waist stopped straightening for a point, and his expression became more and more resolute.

And Cao Fang completely violated the performance method of the stage play, he slowly turned around, completely turned his back to the audience and the mentor, and gave them a back carrying a thousand catties of burden.

Each step was lower and harder, and a strange breath could be heard on the spot, which was the wheezing sound that was out of breath in his throat.

But this old man, who was about to die, began to sing.

A tanka line with a tune.

"Singing about wine...... How ...... is life?"

For example...... Morning dew...... It's hard to go to ...... day."

"Be generous...... Unforgettable ......"

"How can you solve your worries...... Only ...... Du Kang......"

The desolate and heroic singing voice came out of history, slowly swaying in the middle of the scene, swinging in the hearts of everyone, so slow, but so beautiful, everyone has unprecedented patience for this poem.

Zhang Yang on the left walked to the end of the stage, put on a dragon robe, put on a crown, and looked back again.

Cao Yifang, on the right, has already sat back on the couch, with his hands propped on the hilt of the sword, singing the sentence over and over again: "Worry cannot be cut off from it......"

The voice grew weaker and weaker until it was silent.

His eyes were closed, his shoulders slumped, and his neck crooked.

When that spirit was discharged, everyone knew that Cao Cao was dead.

Someone covered their mouths at the scene, but there were still cries.

Whether he is a good person or not, no one cares at this time, whether this person is acted out, no one cares, whether this scene is historical, no one cares...... All you know is that the old man is dead.

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During the mentor's commentary, the assistant guest is not on the stage according to the usual practice.

Zhang Yang and the other two stood on the stage, with low eyebrows and eyes, not a unique spirit, the mentor commented a few words to a few people, but none of them were in a state, and they had not yet come out.

There were audience members behind him who shouted Cao Fang from time to time.

There were also many cacophonies of discussion, and they couldn't believe that the old man was played by Cao Fangfang, because they couldn't see his original face at all, and they couldn't hear his original voice.

Cui Guanhai couldn't help it: "Is this good, can we invite Cao Cao up again?"

The audience was excited, and their voices were not even, but the victory was loud: "Good ——!"

The program team got busy again, and hurriedly asked people to find Cao Fangfang.

Not long after, Cao Fang, who had not had time to change his costume, came on stage, and the host was bald...... Well, there are bald hosts everywhere.

This bald head is also an old actor, named Wu Zhigui, in his fifties, he looks quite humorous, and he deliberately stepped forward to support Cao Fangfang.

Cao Fangfang also cooperated happily, squinted his old eyes and looked at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you." ”

When he was heard again, the audience screamed.

Wu Zhigui smiled: "Old man, go slowly." ”

"Huh. Cao Fang bowed his head and hunched his waist, and answered.

Cui Guanhai couldn't help it, and said with a smile: "Dare to ask the old man, who are you?"

The audience waited with bated breath.

Cao Fang raised his eyelids, glanced at everyone, smiled, and still used that damn voice: "My surname is Cao ...... Cao Cao's Cao. ”

"Ah——!h

After a violent scream, his fans shouted feverishly: "Cao Yifang!

"Grandpa Cao, I love you——!"

The eldest male tutor glanced back dissatisfied.

Cao Fang deliberately glanced there with a fierce look, and suddenly fell silent, and then he grinned: "Call the lord." ”

Of course, the fans cheered in agreement.

"Oh, good. ”

Seeing him interacting with fans, everyone in the program group, including the four mentors, felt very weird.

This show seems to have become Cao Fangfang's solo show.

But everyone was so shocked that they didn't know what to say for a while, or Cui Guanhai opened the situation first.

She asked in a teasing tone: "Hey, Cao Fangfang, can you be normal." ”

"Of course...... I'm tired from holding my throat down. ”

Cao Fangfang finally changed his voice back, stretched his waist, and twisted his neck.

The fans were shouting again...... The instructor decided to ignore it.

The oldest mentor is Tao Yin, a well-known director in the film industry.

He had long hair, wore a pair of brown glasses, and spoke seriously: "Cao Fangfang, I haven't watched the TV series you filmed, I have only heard criticism about you, before you appeared, even a few of our mentors felt that you couldn't adapt to this stage, let alone play this role." ”

Cao Fang turned his head to look at him.

Tao Yin took off his glasses and threw them on the table: "You can throw away colored glasses." ”

The audience applauded.