Liu Housheng wanted to watch his performance, and Jiang Xun was not the slightest surprised.

"I hope you're as sincere as you used to be. It is best not to learn from the cynical attitude of the average young person now. You know that I don't have you in front of me, and in this way, I am already miserable. ”

Gong Lijun was almost pleading, but Jiang Xun blindly retreated and shirked responsibility, bent on getting rid of her.

"So I'm leaving, don't let us meet, remind each other of the things we regret the most."

Jiang Xun's eyes were evasive, flashing, and vigilant, as if he was always observing other people's attitudes towards him.

This is the imprint that life gave to Zhou Ping when he was a child, and it is also the eyes that Jiang Xun borrowed from Da Mengzi.

"I don't regret it, I never regret doing things." Gong Lijun's face was stubborn.

"I think, I made it clear to you, I haven't seen you these days, I think you understand......"

Jiang Xun's body bent down slightly, and his hands were gently close in front of him, oh, just like a big fierce man squatting on the ground, curling his knees in front of his chest, this posture can make him more comfortable when he is lonely.

Now he was just standing up, but his body was still curled up......

He finally understood the meaning of this pose, as if the shopkeeper of the king had started because of the paste, and now it was because of loneliness.

Liu Housheng looked at it casually at first, Gong Lijun's performance was decent, whether it was playing with Pu Cunxi or Jiang Xun.

But Jiang Xun's performance made his eyes can't leave.

Now, he didn't dare to blink his eyes, for fear of missing a moment of Jiang Xun's performance, because his gestures, every look and the corners of his mouth made him feel ...... This Zhou Ping is exuding a kind of loneliness from her bones.

It can be said that the current Jiang Xun, every cell in his body, from the hair to the air around the space he is in, is a lonely drama......

……

When Fanyi once again became a sacrifice for other people's repentance, Zhou Ping just wanted to get rid of Fanyi to alleviate the pain that xx brought him, and Fanyi once used Zhou Ping as the last straw.

At this moment, Fanyi suddenly sobered up a little.

She exposed the sins of the Zhou family and angrily rebuked Zhou Ping:

"It was you, you who led me down a path where a mother is not like a mother, and a mistress is not like a mistress. You seduced me! ”

"Ever since I gave you my life, my reputation, I have given it nothing. I'm not his mother. No, no, I'm not Zhou Puyuan's wife. ”

Zhou Ping faced Fanyi's fiery confession, and repeatedly repeated that he was his father's son and wanted to end this indecent love.

Gong Lijun's expression was very cold, "How to say, you are your father's son in the end." She burst out laughing, "Father's son? Then he laughed maniacally, "Father's son? ”

In the midst of wild laughter, she suddenly became calm and stern, "Hmph, it's all useless, cowardly and fearful, and it's not worth sacrificing for him!" I hate that I didn't know about you for a long time! ”

"So you know now! I'm sorry for you, I've explained it to you in detail, and I hate this unnatural relationship. ”

Jiang Xun held the pushpin in his hand tightly, and a heart-piercing pain pierced his palm, and then spread throughout his body.

It hurts, it hurts heartbreakingly, and it makes his performance extreme in an instant.

"I'm telling you, I'm disgusted. I take my responsibility, I admit my mistakes at that time, and you can't be completely free of responsibility for making me make such mistakes. ”

Jiang Xun's voice was very high, and the expression on his face was very hideous, but he immediately became gentle again, "You are the woman I think is the smartest and the best to understand me, so I think you will forgive me in the end." My attitude, whether you call me cynical or irresponsible, I tell you, I hope this conversation will be our last......"

Liu Housheng felt the emotions of Jiang Xun's performance, which was the most delicate and layered performance he had seen so far.

Well, simple emotions are seen through at a glance, and complex emotions are a mixture of different and deep feelings.

Such complex emotions are like an iceberg, and what is exposed on the surface of the water is the feeling that others can easily see, and that is only the tip of the iceberg.

What is really under the surface of the water is the main part of the iceberg, which is piled up with feelings from different levels.

These feelings are not known, not even known to themselves.

However, he felt it......

Gong Lijun's tone was very heavy, "Stand, I hope you understand what I just said, I'm not asking you." I hope you will use your heart to think of what we used to say in this room," her voice suddenly stopped, and she was so sad that she could barely speak, "many, many words. A woman, you remember, can't be bullied by two generations, you can think about it. ”

Jiang Xun took a step slowly, and this step, Director Xia Chun felt as if he weighed a thousand pounds.

"I've thought about it very thoroughly, my own pain these days, I don't think you don't know, okay, please let me go."

"Didn't you say that Xunzi has the shadow of the previous character on his body, I don't see it......" So Zhi quietly approached Xia Chun and whispered.

"The master leads the door, it depends on the person's ......" Xia Chun also smiled, this is only a week, "how did he do it......"

That's right, it's the rhythm, the rhythm of the lines! It's the rhythm of the action!

This is the rhythm of Zhou Ping, the rhythm of the lonely Zhou Ping!

With this lonely Zhou Ping, Jiang Xun has broken through the type of young master, so to speak, what is acting like something!

Liu Housheng silently took out his notebook and pen.

For acting, he has written many articles, and the charm of acting lies in "acting in truth", so that you can't tell whether it is the role or himself, and now in Zhou Ping, he is once again puzzled by Jiang Xun's "true and acting".

Because it was difficult for his eyes and emotions to find traces of acting, he only saw the "truth" in Jiang Xun's body, but the only remaining reason told him that this was "acting"!

But when he carefully recalled Jiang Xun's eyes when he looked at Gong Lijun just now, Liu Housheng's intuition told him that this was not acted, and it could not be acted!

Only if he is Zhou Ping himself, it is possible for the audience to sit in the theater and touch the living Zhou Ping so really.

So he looked at Liu Housheng and didn't write, and couldn't help but be a little worried, in the theater world, success is also this pen, defeat is also this pen, this is a talented pen, but also a ruining pen......

I wonder what this pen will write this time?

If he is still dissatisfied with Jiang Xun's performance, then ...... I'm afraid this young man will have to work hard for more than ten years.

Well, Xia Chun also noticed Liu Housheng's movements, he took out his pen, but he didn't write for a long time......

The play in the rehearsal hall finally came to an end

paragraph, Liu Housheng also put down his pen and walked over, "Jiang Xun, thank you, together with Xiaopu, you gave me two different Zhou Ping,"

He stretched out his hand, and Jiang Xun also smiled and stretched out his hand, "Ah," Liu Housheng was very surprised, "You have blood on your hands?" ”