In an instant, the man in the floor-to-ceiling mirror changed again, his expression was gloomy, his demeanor was sneaky, and his tone was terrifying:

"Let me ask you, some people have unbearable secrets in their hearts, and they don't want to be known, know what they will do?"

- "Thunder" -

…

Suddenly, the face in the mirror became calm and calm, his deep gaze was extremely gentle, affectionate and sympathetic, and the man's Adam's apple stirred slightly and emitted a mellow and magnetic bass:

"No matter what tomorrow throws and what happens for the rest of my life after that, at least I'm happy at the moment because I love you."

- "Today's Pause" -

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Yan Qing quickly mobilized his state, reproducing scenes in front of the full-length mirror in the practice room, and he and the roles "he" had played.

Beads of sweat on the top of his head fell down the sides of his cheeks and fell on the wooden floor, and the fast-drying technology training uniform on Yan Qing's body was also soaked with sweat so much that he could wring out water.

"Be present! The Grotowski genre requires the actor to reveal himself, not just to show his body, but to destroy it, to burn it, and thus liberate the impulse of the heart."

Yan Qing's theoretical knowledge of the Grotowski genre in "Towards a Rustic Drama", which Yan Qing had already memorized, stirred in his skull.

"The actor's repeated appearances are equivalent to purity of oneself. Through training, actors must not be afraid to go beyond the normal and acceptable limits, so as to achieve inner harmony and mental peace, and this state of performance is a process of gradually sublimating from the instinct of the body to rationality."

For a long time, I don't know how many rounds of appearance cycle, Yan Qing's soles slipped and fell to the floor.

"Rational? I've always kept the rationality of my performance... I've never been in a role at all, so why can't I get out of a state of being in a state of being in a state of soles, and how long can I make a fool of myself?"

The body was exhausted, but the mind was clear and peaceful, Yan Qing muttered a certain name: "Weng Huaijing..."

Yan Qing's deep eyes suddenly lit up with a burst of brilliance, and scenes flashed back from under his eyes:

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The faint smell of rosemary lingering in the passage of the Queqiao said that Weng Huai with a cold and resolute gaze.

…

When the name of Talent Co., Ltd. was decided, the eyes of the two met at the touch of a button.

"I'm standing on her left, but it's like I'm across the galaxy..."

…

When the program was preparing to record the briefing meeting, Weng Huaijing turned a blind eye to his familiarity.

…

During the recording of the first episode, Weng Huaijing, who was dressed up to attend, said in Cantonese: "It's a pity that I like to help you sing." ”

…

Weng Huaijing, who danced to the accompaniment of "Serenade" in the practice room of the "office building", and the metaphorical meaning that lingered in his heart for a long time:

"Every time I stand on tiptoe and dance for you, I am full of joy and wish you a happy thirty-first birthday~ Yan Qing."

…

With a hint of compassion in his eyes, Weng Huaijing began to recite Sir Walter Scott's poem:

"The poor man will only be concerned with his own feelings, and will not care whether his actions will make others feel that they are discredited, and the double death will fall from the place where he appeared into the filthy dust without anyone to mourn, revere, or sing."

…

"Nine thousand two hundred and eleven dollars and nine dimes, this is all the cash I have in my wallet right now."

Lina held her old Pochette Felicie chain bag and walked straight towards Soray on the stage, her eyes full of domineering.

…

When borrowing the piano during the third recording, Weng Huai looked shy and angry, and handed him the big white eyes when he sang "Daughter's Love".

…

When I watched "Talent Co., Ltd." for the first time, Weng Huaijing bit a rubber band in the video, held his swan-like neck high, and rolled up a green silk with his hands.

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Under the gray-blue sky of the imperial capital, the complicated eye contact between the two in the Shining Star recording control room.

…

On the green field of the Imperial Capital Dance Academy, Weng Huaijing, who was wearing the uniform of the Imperial Capital Dance Academy, conveyed the hazy nostalgia and joy with his intertwined eyes, as well as the sentence that was vague: "Do you want to dance?" ”

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During the recording of the fourth episode, Weng Huai looked at the OK bandage with his fingers and the beautiful back he saw when he sat in front of the drum kit during the performance.

…

The thin Weng Huai in Ji Xianlin's studio chewed the vegetables carefully and glanced at his eyes.

"Are you also nostalgic for the ambiguity of the shining star?"

…

In the Xi'er studio, when Yan Qing fell and was infinitely close to Weng Huaijing, her breathtaking beauty collarbone made people fascinated by the beauty.

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Flashbacks are like electricity, like illusions, and like dream bubbles.

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"Since when did she come into my heart..."

As if waking up from a big dream, Yan Qing spurned himself contemptuously:

"And what am I doing, occupying "my" body, and liking ... His beloved. ”

"How can a despicable stealer, a two-faced man with gloomy secrets, be to love her?"

The body showed signs of losing control again, Yan Qing covered his eyes with his hands and supported his legs, and the whole person curled up in the corner of the practice room, the posture was the same as when he first came to this world.

"The saddest thing is that Weng Huaijing still loves him, buzzing and suppressing his love when facing me, but he doesn't know that that person has long been separated from her."

"With this gloomy secret, how can I spend my life skillfully?"

The full moon still hung high in the night sky, and the clear light of no sorrow or joy shone mottled on Yan Qing's pale face through the cracks in the blinds.

After a long time, he struggled to get up, and said in his mouth: "Maybe in order to protect myself, I told countless lies, but..." >> This sentence is true, the dead are gone, the living are like this, there is always something to do, right? ”

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After a simple shower, Yan Qing returned to the study of the office building.

He hastily flipped through the several scripts he had prepared before and put them back into the bookcase, Yan Qing turned around and spread out a blank roll of script manuscript paper, and wrote down four words: moonlight is sultry.

When he completed the cover photo shoot of "Vogue Fashion & Beauty", Yan Qing had some vague ideas in his mind, and he was ready to borrow the general framework of the plot of the first batch of imported films from Huaguo in the previous world: "Moon struck" to restructure a book.

"Weng Huaijing, the moonlight tonight is so beautiful, I want to share all the good things I have with you, even more than just beautiful, including those I can't confide in, the most gloomy secrets, I am also willing to use metaphors to tell you."

On the night of the full moon, it seems that the wisp of animal instinct in people's bones that has been tamed by civilization will always be stimulated.

"I like a person, but I can't be innocent and brave, I can only be contradictory and timid with metaphors..."

The manuscript paper was soaked suddenly, and after a pause, Yan Qing wiped away the slightly cloudy tears, and looked at the full moon outside the window, and he continued to whisper:

"Weng Huaijing, if one day you face two different Yan Qing, what choice will you make?"

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Love is a metaphor between the lines, hidden at the beginning, hidden at the end, always lingering, echoing everywhere - the author presses.

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PY pushes the book: Hua Jiang's book "Wife, Please Settle In", daily warmth, single heroine, rich sweetness!