The lights focused on the center of the stage, and Huang Lei was wearing a black robe, his expression gloomy and heavy. Standing against the backdrop of a stormy night, he seems to be one with the entire stage.

Huang Lei spoke slowly, his voice low and full of power: "This is what I love, and what I hate." This is the thunderstorm in my heart, which cannot be quelled and cannot be contained. ”

With his lines, Huang Lei's movements gradually became intense. He waved his hands as if he were struggling and resisting. His eyes flashed with anger and grief, as if he were suffering endlessly.

Suddenly, he slammed to the side of the stage, clenched his fists and trembled violently. His expression became distorted and hideous, as if he was wrestling with his inner demon.

Immediately afterward, he turned and rushed to the other side of the stage, opening his arms as if to embrace the whole world. Tears glistened in his eyes, and a bitter smile curled into his lips.

"Thunderstorm, you're coming more violently!" Huang Lei roared, his voice full of despair and resistance. His body danced wildly on the stage, as if performing a fierce inner storm.

As his lines fell, the entire stage fell silent. Huang Lei slowly stopped his movements and stood quietly in the center of the stage, as if he had become the center of the entire thunderstorm night. His eyes flashed with determination and bravery, as if to tell the audience that even in the face of endless suffering and pain, he must face it bravely and fight bravely!

Yes! What a show!

It's just a little too advanced.

The snow in spring is not bad, the problem is that the common people don't like to watch Swan Lake and symphony.

It's better to watch that thing than to watch the donkey grind for a while.

"It's okay to act, but it's a little ungrounded."

Fang Yu directly pointed out Huang Lei's problem in front of Li Li, Zhao Liying, He Zhen, and Han Geng, and he was not afraid of offending people.

The two are both well-known alumni of Nortel, and if there is a conflict, the school is really not necessarily facing anyone.

"Well, that's true." Li Yucai didn't care what Huang Lei thought, and directly commented, "You still have to play something that everyone can understand." ”

Her words are enough to save face, because Huang Lei's drama monologue is no longer incomprehensible to everyone, but incomprehensible

The villagers just watched Huang Lei, who fried the vegetables like that yesterday and fed them pig dishes on the table, went crazy on this stage today. If you have a slightly bad temper, you will talk about it under the stage on the spot.

"What kind of thing is playing, I can't understand it, it's the same as Wu Lao Er in the next village."

"The ghost cries wolf, it's worse than the food he cooks!"

"What's going on? It's not as interesting as Bangzi, and it's not as fun as singing. ”

Huang Lei's performance has filled the disgust of the audience, it would be fine if he performed directly, even if the meal made yesterday was free, it was a bit too indescribable. Especially as soon as the "wild vegetables" fed to the pigs were served, the villagers didn't know how to scold them.

is no different from torturing people if it is not a down-to-earth theatrical performance, Huang Lei's performance on the stage is very energetic, and the audience is like sitting on pins and needles, like a fish in the throat, like a thorn in the back. If we hadn't been told in advance that there would be other programs, many people would have gone home to watch TV.

"Ahh Thunderstorm! ”

Finally, under Huang Lei's last earth-shattering roar and the roar of the blasting microphone, the farce was terminated.

"Thank you!"

You see, he's thanking him.

When he came to the backstage, Huang Lei was full of spirit, as if he had just experienced a ten-minute applause and encouragement, and smiled at everyone, "It's okay, after so many years of drama experience, nothing went wrong, and the foundation is still there." ”

"Mr. Huang's performance is fantastic! Let's move on to the host first."

He Zhen and Li Yubai came to the stage to host, and the backstage was cold.

The main reason is that after losing the flavoring agent of He Zhen, I feel embarrassed.

What is it, on the big stage in the village, I gave people a whole drama and thunderstorm excerpts, and this thing is not as good as reading the lines of "Not Bad Money".

"It's up to you next, take my baton~"

Huang Lei's words embarrassed Zhao Liying, and the goodwill towards Huang Lei that had been accumulated through the TV collapsed.

This person is too self-centered

Can't he see the expressions of the folks in the audience, he's too self-absorbed.

Also, if he weren't for such a person, he wouldn't have become Huang Xiaochu.

"Next, please enjoy the ~ instrument mixed performance! Please, Li Bai! ”

Bang la la la ~ thunderous applause.

With the foreshadowing of Huang Lei's stage play just now, Li Yuyu, who was wearing a cheongsam and holding a flute in his hand, appeared on the stage, and the uncle's hands in the audience were about to smoke~ That's called a support.

When it was time for Li Yuli to perform, it was getting late, and more and more villagers gathered under the stage, which may be the only time in their lives that they saw so many "stars" with their own eyes, and everyone who could come to join in the fun.

"Li Yuyu plays this instrument well, especially the flute." Huang Lei looked very knowledgeable and made comments with his hands in fists, which was quite a stinky fart feeling after he had just completed a great performance.

Fang Yu just smiled in his heart, and didn't take a stubble, mainly thinking of the picture of Li Yu blowing something else.

It doesn't make a sound, but it doesn't play much like a flute-like instrument...... When I think of that image, I want to laugh.

Maybe that's why so many people try their best to marry a wife in the entertainment industry, marry a girl in front of the camera and a wife who wants a woman behind the camera.

While several people were chatting backstage, Han Geng finally dragged the "dance troupe" pulled from the county town to prepare to dance.

The troupe was reluctant.

Why do you say reluctantly?

Although there are seven of them, unfortunately none of them are serious dancers, and they are not even adults.

This is the only dance class in town...... And they don't learn hip-hop yet, they all learn Latin dance......

I saw Fang Yu's flying needle in the morning, and Han Geng even watched this show after a while, even if he lost the show effect to the audience offline, he could perform Korean dance with special effects on TV...... He must not lose!

If you lose, how can you show a talented posture in front of Li Xiaolu every day in the future? Originally, there was a world of difference between him and Fang Yu in terms of status, if he lost a lot in terms of talent...... Han was even more afraid that he would receive a call from Li Xiaolu one day saying that he was doing his hair and would come back a little later, and then at twelve o'clock he said that he would not reply if he studied the script with his girlfriend again......

Throwing strange thoughts out of his head, Han Geng craned his neck and stepped onto the stage......

"Next, please enjoy the singing and dancing performance of the former captain from Xiupo who called you, Han Geng!"

(End of chapter)