At first, everyone coaxed Xia Sijing to play the harmonica with the mentality of watching the excitement and not thinking of it, but I didn't expect that when the beautiful and melodious melody came to my ears, they were all intoxicated.

The little boy was straight, his head did not move, and the harmonica kept moving between his lips.

The rhythm of the whole song is very fast, and many people who study the harmonica can't play the song for months.

It's either that you can't keep up with the rhythm or your breath is unstable.

Xia Sijing, a seven-year-old child, not only plays the single tone accurately to perfection, but also has a very good grasp of the pressure tone.

Pressure is a difficult technique that requires the use of lips, oral space, dynamics, airflow, throat, etc.

Especially for fast and continuous pressure sounds......

It is said that insiders look at the doorway, laymen look at the liveliness, although a room of people don't know the harmonica, but they still think that Xia Sijing is super powerful, and the appearance of playing the harmonica is indescribably handsome.

Starry eyes are slightly constricted, thick and dense long eyelashes are drooping, and he can't see the bottom of Junyi's dusty eyes clearly, he sits there, focusing like a little elf immersed in music.

Including Xiao Kexi, no one made the slightest sound, as if they were afraid that the movement of mortal dust would disturb the tranquility of the elves.

Django outside the door faintly heard the sound of music, and without waiting for Ye Qingchu to finish his lines, he walked back to the lounge in confusion.

His agents and assistants were gathered around, and in the middle sat a little boy who played the harmonica.

Kexi looked at the little boy without blinking, her big amber eyes full of novelty, admiration, and adoration.

After the song, everyone was still unsatisfied and forgot to applaud.

The first person to applaud was Xiao Kexi, "Is this the harmonica?" The sound is so good! The little persimmon is so powerful, it can blow such a beautiful song. ”

Xia Sijing blushed and asked, "Do you like it?" ”

"Loved it! Super super loved! ”

The little girl who lacks vocabulary doesn't know how to express her excitement, but she keeps saying "super", "Little persimmon super super!" ”

After saying that, she couldn't help but give Xia Sijing a big hug.

Mu Django was quick-eyed, rushed up with an arrow step and broke the two children apart, and said to Kexi seriously: "As a girl, you can't just hug a boy, you know?" ”

"Django, you're exaggerating, aren't you? Two children......"

"What's wrong with the kids? Education starts with dolls, haven't you heard? He forcibly squeezed into the middle of Kexi and Xia Sijing, and grabbed Kexi's shoulders with both hands, "There is a difference between men and women, remember!" ”

"Is there a difference between men and women?" Xiao Mengbao blinked ignorantly, "What does this mean?" ”

"It means that boys and girls are different. ”

Mu Kexi opened 100,000 whys, "What's the difference?" Little Persimmon and I have two eyes, a nose and a mouth, two hands, two feet and feet, and we all look the same. ”

Looking at Django's embarrassed expression, the others couldn't help but snicker.

Django, a big fool, is simply digging a hole for himself, hahahaha......

"The little pigeon said, what's the difference," the girl doll shook the man's arm, "why doesn't the little pigeon speak?" ”

Django coughed, "Gu...... I can't say exactly what is different, but it's different! ”

"The little pigeon is also a boy, and he often hugs Kexi, why can't Kexi hug the little persimmon?"

"I'm not a boy......"

"Huh? Little pigeon, are you a girl? ”

Little Mengbao's silly question made everyone laugh.

"Hahaha, Django, I think you better say less, the little doll doesn't think about anything at all, you think too much! As a result, I got myself into the pit and couldn't climb up. ”

Mu Django glared at Zhao Xianyu, "Salted fish, where are you standing?" Hurry up and help me explain! ”

"How do I explain it? What is the difference between men and women, such an esoteric philosophical question, I have not even spoken of it to my children. ”

The more everyone laughed, the more angry Django felt in his heart, and he had no place to vent, so he could only ask the uninvited guest Xia Sijing: "Hey! Why did you come to me? Why not rest in your own room? ”

"I want to play with Koshi, can't I?"

"No! Kexi wants to do his homework well, and you come over to show off your skills, which seriously affects Kexi's learning. ”

Kexi pulled the corner of Lamu Django's clothes, "Little pigeon, little persimmon also helped Kexi with the question just now." ”

"I think the question is fake, but the sense of existence is real."

Mu Django took Xia Sijing out, "Go back and memorize your lines, you will be embarrassed to keep NG for a while." ”

Xia Sijing was reluctant to leave, and looked back at him with his head tilted, "Why do you hate me?" ”

"Don't you know the reason yourself? At a young age, I always thought of something messy. I'm telling you, Kexi is simple and naïve, unlike you, don't take her badly. ”

"I won't ......"

Django interrupted: "Whether you are or not, anyway, as long as I am here, you don't want to get close to Kexi, keeping a distance outside the play is the professional ethics of actors, understand?" ”

Dropping these words, he closed the door directly.

Ye Qingchu, who had been left out of the door before, opened his mouth, and originally wanted to say a word to Django, but he seemed to have completely forgotten her.

The woman stood outside the door, looking at the locked door, her brow furrowed slightly.

It was the first time she had been snubbed like this by a man.

When he spoke to the lines just now, he looked at her expression as if he was looking at a piece of wood......

Is Django's acting skills really good?

Because he was Ah Yang's nemesis, Ye Qingchu was disgusted when he saw Mu Jiangge, and he had never seen his films, so he was very suspicious.

After the lunch break, the first scene in which she joined the group started filming.

"The first retake of 65 shows, all departments are preparing," Li Zicong looked at the screen on the monitor, "Action! ”

In less than two minutes, a "click" sounded.

Ye Qingchu was shocked by Mu Django's emotional acting skills, and even forgot to say his own lines, just looked back at him stupidly.

It was completely different from when he spoke to the lines before, and in an instant, he seemed to be possessed by Wei Changan......

……

"The 12th ...... of 65 remakes"

Five minutes later, again, "Card!" No way! At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, your eyes were hollow, and your muscles were stiff, not like Meng Yaoyao at all. ”

The gaffers and videographers stopped their work and looked at Ye Qingchu, who had been apologizing, with a slight impatience in their eyes.

"What? I thought that if I changed a heroine, her acting skills should be much better than Yan Jiaojiao, but I didn't expect it to work, her reputation won't be spent on it, right? ”

"The acting skills of actors outside the second tier are often overpraised, on the contrary, the traffic of the popular first-line is always slandered, because once there are more fans, there are a lot of corresponding black fans."

"Wow! Well said, makes sense! ”

"This Ye Qingchu has not been popular in several dramas in a row, and fans keep praising her for her good acting skills, saying that she has a fairy appearance, and it is intolerable if she is not popular, I think there must be a reason why she can't become popular if she is not popular."

One of them said casually: "Her face determines the way of playing, what acting skills do you need to play a little fairy?" It's good to have a paralyzed face.

But the role of Meng Yaoyao not only requires a fairy appearance, but also requires a lot of complex emotions. No, the shortcomings of acting skills are exposed in an instant. ”

The man then added, "Especially since she and Django are playing together, you can't watch it at all." ”

The sound of talking fell into Ye Qingchu's ears, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists unwillingly, and she was even more disgusted with Django.

But what she didn't expect was that a handsome man not far away suddenly turned his head and approached her, and said to her, "Don't care about other people's words, try to relax your body, and imagine that you are Meng Yaoyao......"

Thank you, little fairy, for the three flowers of the "dynamic light waves". () Send flowers to you.

(End of chapter)