Yu Chunyu, as the artistic consultant of Huangmei Opera Dream of Red Mansions, looked at Ma Lan in surprise, but nodded towards Tang Qin, "You say, you can say whatever you want, whether it's good or not, you can say it, it's just wrong......"

Rap!

Tang Qin didn't care about him anymore, but he saw Ma Lan, who was reminded by Wang Lijuan to wake up, Ma Lan was full of affection, and those two hot spring-like eyes flowed on him.

"It's white, it's clean,

The wind and snow are full of lonely monks.

Youth, youth, yesterday's things,

The lonely empty door reflects the lonely lamp.

Leave a period of time to the lover's heartbeat,

Empty left the end of the eternal tragedy. ”

This paragraph is placed at the beginning and end of Huangmei Opera Dream of Red Mansions, which can be used as an overture or as a sublimation of the opera, so this paragraph is particularly difficult to write.

After Tang Qin finished speaking, he was silent.

The people in the room were pondering these few sentences, no one said yes, and no one didn't say yes, Yu Chunyu originally wanted to draw out Tang Qin's brick, he said a few more words, but he didn't expect Tang Qin's words to be very good, and his few sentences couldn't be taken.

"Okay, these words are well written." Chen Xiting finally couldn't help it, "It seems that young man, you really understand the character of Jia Baoyu, Dean Wang, this is the person in your courtyard......"

Dean Wang Lijuan looked at Tang Qin, she didn't know, she shook her head, maybe it was someone from the cultural department?

"Young man, come and sit in the front, so that everyone can see you, and you can talk about this part of you just now." Director Ma Ke greeted Tang Qin with a smile.

Tang Qin stood up with a smile, waved his hand with a smile, and walked out with a smile.

"Hey, how did he go?" Ma Ke's face was surprised, he looked at Wang Lijuan in surprise, no, this is not from the Huangmei Theater, "He is...... Jia Baoyu - Tang Qin? ”

Tang Qin?

As soon as they heard this name, the people from the Huangmei Theater who didn't see it clearly just now all stood up, and the young looked at Ma Lan, but Ma Lan's face was shy and happy, and her look and demeanor flew together, she said hello to Wang Lijuan softly, and apologized to Yu Chunyu and others, and went out.

"Who is this?" Yu Chunyu waited for Ma Lan's figure to disappear before retracting his gaze, he asked knowingly, even Ma Ke ignored him, Tang Qin, didn't you just say that people were creamy students?

"People hear it all." Screenwriter Chen Xiting smiled.

"Yes, I heard it all," Wang Lijuan This is the first time she has seen Tang Qin herself, she is very elegant and handsome, and she is a good match for Ma Lan who is also a talented woman, "Well, everyone, listen to it, how about Tang Qin's words just now?" ”

Just these few words, this artistic heritage, everyone has seen it.

With this background, Zhuge Liang should be able to play well...... Wang Lijuan had confidence in Tang Qin out of thin air.

A talented man with a beautiful woman is also a bridge section of Huangmei Opera, Tang Qin is also a talent, the commemoration of April is popular all over the country, and I heard that his big sa will also be put on the screen.

Seeing that Ma Lan didn't reply for a long time, Chen Xiting, Ma Ke and others finally came back to their senses, and Wang Beilijuan didn't say much, this stupid woman finally got her wish today.

"Invincible Begins with Sacrificing to the Ancestors"

"How do I feel, this is an artistic treasure, but it has been collected by one person......" Yu Chunyu sighed, and for the rest of his time, he had no opinion on the Huangmei Opera version of Dream of Red Mansions.

……

From Tang Qin walking out of the conference room, Ma Lan came up and grabbed his arm, and never let go.

Her figure is still graceful and graceful, with a bit of elegance in her gestures, half playful, and still brilliant.

"Where are we going?" In an ignorance, Tang Qin walked out of the theater with Ma Lan.

"Go home." Ma Lan couldn't help but say, "Where else can I go when I get to Hefei?" She asked rhetorically.

In a newly built community, Ma Lan took his hand and went up to the second floor.

"It's ...... Family? Tang Qin watched Ma Lan skillfully open the door and glanced at the shoes in front of the door, but they were all women's shoes.

"This is our home." Ma Lan raised her eyes and looked at this man, this home, she has been running it for many years, and today, the male owner of this family finally walked in.

Since then, there has been his breath here, and after that, this will no longer be an empty nest for her alone.

Oh, the smile on Tang Qin's face slowly retracted, he slowly walked into the living room, the walls in the living room were hung with his own photos, his own large stills, Tang Seng's stills, Jia Baoyu's stills, and the photos of himself, he didn't expect to be so radiant.

Ma Lan smiled silently, let him roam his territory, and watched Tang Qin slowly walk into the bedroom.

Oh......

Tang Qin stood in front of the bedroom door and took a long breath, on the wall of the bedroom, there was a red festive, that was the stills of himself and Ma Lan in the Journey to the West crew, and it was the part where Yin Wenjiao threw the hydrangea at that time, and both of them were dressed in festive red clothes......

Here, it's home, it's the nest of love, and it's all of Malan!

Tang Qin turned her head to look at Ma Lan, Ma Lan's eyes were already full of tears, she gently walked into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, it was a red square handkerchief, under the square handkerchief was a festive red dress, she slowly walked to the bed, sat down slowly, and slowly put the square handkerchief on her head......

Tang Qin only felt that he was hot inside, and after being reborn, he shed tears for the first time.

He walked over gently, sat down beside Ma Lan gently, and looked at the woman with the hijab, he shook his head, and after a long time, he gently removed the red hijab......

"Tang Qin, today, you are home, this is our home in AH." Malan looked at him and rested his head gently on his shoulder.

……

When Mr. Tang and Mr. Ma Lan met, what Journey to the West, what Dream of Red Mansions, and what Romance of the Three Kingdoms were all left behind.

Ma Lan is no longer the star who is famous all over the country at this time, and Tang Qin is no longer the assistant to the chief director, in the past two days, they have been shopping for vegetables and cooking together, greedily enjoying ordinary time.

The more ordinary the time, the farther away it seems to be from them.

"Tang Qin, I feel that we seem to have been married in our previous lives, and when we meet in this life, we want to fulfill the agreement in our previous life......"

"Tang Qin, it's good to wake up and see you, this day has meaning......"

"Tang Qin, I feel that it's good for you to be my husband......"

"Mr. Tang, I like to watch your play......"

……

These days, Ma Lanjin's sentences are frequent, but these soft love words are all imprinted in Tang Qin's mind.

Looking at Ma Lan's Jia Baoyu appearance, Tang Qin had to admit that this was the most beautiful Jia Baoyu in the world.

Ma Lan's anti-string Baoyu can be regarded as the most successful and most popular one in the Huangmei opera world, which is also Ma Lan's most classic masterpiece.

"Then we will agree that your Jia Baoyu will perform in the capital, and my Zhuge Liang will also appear on the screen," Tang Qin gently took Ma Lan in his arms, "However, I think, you have to play a role in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms......"

"Which character?"

"Of course it's Mrs. Zhuge , we tell the whole world that Ma Lan is Tang Qin's wife!"