The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 21

After the shooting task of the day was over, Huo Yunting still felt his back was burning when he went back to his room to take a shower.

I don't know whether it was an internal injury or a stone on the ground.

"Ah~"

Put on the pajamas provided by the hotel and throw yourself on the bed.

soft.

It's really a different concept from the hard bed that I used to sleep in the basement.

After a while, Huo Yunting fell asleep.

It's still that empty and empty place where you can't see the border at a glance.

A figure whose face could not be seen appeared suddenly, and punched himself.

How did the old country do it?

Push this arm down sideways, step up...

"Porphyry"

Got punched.

The figure quickly punched again, and Huo Yunting repeatedly imitated Guo Jianyong's wild horse splitting his mane.

In the dream, his subconscious mind was diffused infinitely.Every scene of Guo Jianyong pushing himself down during the day is clearly visible.

No, it's too templated, the step up is to turn around...

Consider poking your feet...

It is similar to the close-fitting of Bajiquan...

Chaoshou must control the opponent's arms...

Countless repetitions, trials, parsing.He discarded the useless and Guo Jianyong improvisational parts.

The parry core of the wild horse's mane has been sorted out...

……

I opened my eyes and looked at my phone, it was 05:30.

"Yawn~"

I fell asleep this time, and my heart is tired.

After changing his clothes and pushing open the door, he was going to do morning exercises, when he saw Guo Jianyong walking towards him.

"I got up so early in the old country, what did you do? Eh? What are you doing with your collar so tall?"

"What old country, old country, big or small, called Brother Yong."

Guo Jianyong peeled off his collar, and a huge plaster was stuck to his neck.

"You dog day's kick made me feel bad, and I didn't sleep well this night."

In the future, I won't fight with this group of young people who are neither serious nor serious. I can't stand this old bone.

Just because he didn't sleep well at night, Huo Yunting deeply felt the same.

"Who says it's not? I also suffered from tossing and turning this night."

"You also slept uncomfortably." Guo Jianyong repeated in doubt, "I'm not serious... Do you use plasters for the two of you?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a box of plasters was handed over.

On it are five big red characters: Tibetan Scorpion Ten Thousand Pain Stickers.

But at this time, Huo Yunting's attention was all on the outstretched arm.

After pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly stepped forward, controlled his hands, copied his armpits, kicked the ground and turned his waist.

A set of movements flowed like flowing water, and Guo Jianyong was brought down in a few seconds.

But Huo Yunting handled it with care, and when he knocked Lao Guo down, he didn't forget to protect the back of his head with his palm.

"You're so early in the morning - what the hell! The wild horse has a mane!?!?"

Guo Jianyong, who had been knocked down suddenly, was still a little helpless, but this kid was also a bit out of luck.

But then reacted.

This is a fucking wild horse's mane!

Isn't this kid from a family of swordsmen?When did you learn Tai Chi?I didn't see that Haner had any background in Tai Chi yesterday, did he?

"You know how to do Tai Chi?!"

"No. Bajiquan knows a little bit."

"You don't understand Tai Chi at all?!"

"I really didn't learn it before."

Now Guo Jianyong's neck doesn't hurt anymore, and his heart aches.

Twitching panic.

A person who has never learned Tai Chi was knocked down once by himself with a wild horse's mane, and he learned it in one night.

And it's still at the point of proficiency!
It's not a routine template drill, but you can knock yourself down with a simple move... This is the essence of the wild horse's mane!
How long did it take me to get the hang of it?How long did it take to practice so smoothly?
This kid only spent one night!
In more than [-] years of life, Guo Jianyong realized for the first time what it means to be more popular than others.

Right now, he didn't care about whether his neck hurt or not. He didn't even take those boxes of plasters, and turned around and left.

The back is bleak and vicissitudes.

The meal is served at 06:30, and this morning it is tofu nao fritters.

Fan Bingbing wanted to keep fit, so he stuffed Huo Yunting with two fried dough sticks, and he only ate a bowl of tofu nao.

"Yawn~"

"What? Last night, you secretly went out to compete with Director Guo?"

In the middle of yawning, he looked at Fan Bingbing who was sipping yogurt by his side in surprise.

"Why do you say that?"

"Look at Guidance Guo, he looks devastated." Fan Bingbing pouted in the direction of Lao Guo, "You are yawning again and again, I thought you two went out to do bad things last night."

Huo Yunting twitched the corners of his mouth, "What bad things can the two of us do... I had a dream all night and didn't sleep well."

"Think about it every day, think about it at night. Who made you think about it day and night?" Fan Bingbing said with a smile, "It can't be Xiaoxue?"

"Old country."

"?"

There was a crack in Fan Bingbing's elegant and decent smile that he had always maintained.

She looked at Huo Yunting and turned her head slightly. Although there was not much expression on her delicate facial features, she could still feel his doubts.

You can tell what Fan Bingbing is thinking just by looking at his expression.

Huo Yunting wanted to tap her on the head with his chopsticks, but realized that it was not Xiaoxue, but one of the two ices, so he snapped his fingers in front of her instead.

"What are you thinking about? I dreamed that I was terminated in the martial arts match with him, and I learned his kung fu."

"Hmm... I remember my junior high school chemistry teacher once said that there was a chemist in Germany who dreamed of a snake with a tail and wrote down a chemical structural formula inspired by it."

Very familiar story.

Huo Yunting was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that his teacher had also told this story in his previous chemistry class.

Perhaps because of his illness, he has a better memory.The chemist seems to be named Kekule, and the chemical formula is... benzene ring?
I still remember when the teacher said that Kekule should have discovered the structure of the benzene ring long ago, but there were too many messy thoughts in his mind. It was not until he subconsciously discarded those wrong ideas in the dream that the correct answer was released from the dream in the form of ouroboros. presented in .

This is very similar to my own dream of learning skills.

The subconscious mind will completely record what happened, and the countless simulations in the dream can optimize it and summarize the core elements.

As long as the strange disease can be suppressed in the dream and the hallucinations are not allowed to appear in reality, this can constitute a nearly perfect learning simulator.

……

Because some martial arts scenes were changed to special effects, the finale was much earlier than expected.

On May 19th, Huo Yunting finished filming the scene of encircling Yelin in Fangshan and announced that it was officially completed.

He Qun wrapped another big red envelope for him.

Lao He doesn't talk about anything else, just this is good, he is generous.

After the filming of Fangshan's film, the crew had to go to the next location, to Shaanxi.

But Huo Yunting stayed here, and there was no role for him in the future.

Under Lao He's strong request, Huo Yunting set up a table at night and invited his acquaintances to have a meal.

There are not many people, Lao Guo, Director He, Sister Bingbing, Xiaoxue.

This meal was so satisfying that Lao He finally made the kid bleed a little.

It's really inappropriate not to order good wine and good food after extorting more than 8000 yuan from Lao He.

Two bottles of Moutai, eight hard dishes.

The fruit juice that Fan Bingbing and Han Xue drank, and two catties of white wine all went into the stomachs of several gentlemen.

Lao Guo who drank was blushing and his eyes were blurred.

Pulling Huo Yunting's arm, he began to recall the turbulent years in the past, and babbled about how he learned martial arts from a teacher.

After listening patiently for a long time, he realized that Lao Guo just wanted to know how he learned how to separate the wild horse's mane.

Huo Yunting told him the truth, what he practiced was the dream-returning mentality of Sleeping Arhat.

It made Guo Jianyong full of black lines.

"If you want anything, just go back to the dream method, and you can really learn from the dream that Lao Tzu ate the table."

"Xiaoyun, this box of Maojian is given to you, it's all your finishing gift."

The meal was about the same, Fan Bingbing took out a box of tea.

"I heard that you martial arts practitioners love to drink tea. It just so happens that I have a box of high-quality tea here, so I will give it to you."

"I have it too, I have it too." Not to be outdone, Han Xue took out a long umbrella from the table.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Lao He asked wonderingly, "I said Xiaoxue, what do you mean by giving the umbrella?"

"The meaning?" Han Xue thought for a while, "It's pretty."

"The pure black double umbrella can be used for sun and rain protection, and the wooden umbrella handle is so handsome. You see, it can be used as a walking stick when it is folded up."

"I don't understand what you young people think." Lao He shook his head and said with a smile.

Taking another sip of the wine, he realized that Huo Yunting was staring directly at himself.

He Qun's face darkened, "What am I doing? I have to prepare something for you? I'm going to talk to you about the 8000 yuan in a while."

Yes, Lao He is really a pure iron cock.

Looking at Guo Jianyong again, he was seven or eight points drunk at this time, and kept murmuring words that people are more angry than people.

After eating, I said goodbye to Lao He, Fan Bingbing, Xiaoxue and others in turn, and then went back to the house to sleep, so I can go on my way tomorrow morning.

Before leaving, Lao Guo hugged his shoulder reluctantly, and repeatedly asked him to confirm whether he had learned Tai Chi or not.

Huo Yunting's answer was, "I'm like your second uncle, my mother doesn't even have your ink marks!"

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(End of this chapter)