The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 90 Why Are You Crying? (5k, [-] tomorrow)
"OMG! kung fu!"

Barbara on the side screamed excitedly and kept clapping her hands.

The shards of glass splashed so violently that Huo Yunting watched as a piece of glass splattered on Barbara's face.

But she didn't care, and looked at Huo Yunting's hand excitedly, as for the English that he spoke, he didn't quite understand it.

No, it should be said that I don't understand at all.

Damn, it's time to learn English.

"Drink, tui!"

Chi Zezhun spit out the shards of glass that fell into his mouth, and hurried forward to hold Huo Yunting's hand and observe repeatedly.

She even touched his wrist gently with her own hands, which made Huo Yunting's skin crawl.

Looking at those hands, Chi Zezhun's eyes sparkled.No injuries, nothing at all!

"I said little brother, oh no, Master Huo, what kind of qigong method are you doing? Mind training? Daoyin? Breathing? Or quietness..."

Chi Zezhun held his wrists with both hands, talking non-stop like a cannonball, his eyes were shining, and Huo Yunting was silent for a long time watching.

This feeling is like seeing Newton in his later years, addicted to theology and unable to extricate himself.

He really wanted to tell Chi Zezhun that it was Baguazhang, but Zhao Zhiling who was watching from the side coughed lightly and kicked him without a trace, Huo Yunting understood in his heart.

Useless.

No one will believe it.

This is even deceived himself.

At the moment when this piece of glass shattered, countless media reporters flocked around, and the camera pointed at the piece of broken glass with a "click, click, click".

Wang Zhonglei flicked off the shards of glass on his clothes, turned his head and nodded slightly to Wang Jinghua who was in the distance, Wang Jinghua also nodded in response, and then went backstage.

After a while, some staff surrounded the reporters and blasted the reporters out.

"Sorry, everyone, today's premiere ceremony is over."

"Please leave the venue in an orderly manner and don't stay too long. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Stop taking pictures over there."

"What about you, put down the phone quickly!"

Looking back at the staff driving away the reporters and media, Chi Zezhun wrapped his arms around his neck and led him to the backstage.

"Master Huo, can't you talk about this qigong in detail?"

His lips twitched a few times, but Huo Yunting still couldn't hold back, and said softly, "Boss Chi, this is kung fu."

"I understand, I understand. You can't spread qigong exercises to outsiders. I understand this truth." Chi Zezhun looked like "I have learned the truth", and gently patted his shoulder bag with his arms crossed, " That is, which school did Master Huo learn from?"

After asking this question, it suddenly dawned on me, I slapped my head and apologized again and again, "Hey, I forgot Master Huo's nickname Chuanwu, it must be an original creation."

...I let you finish talking, what else can I say?

Huo Yunting twitched the corners of his mouth, but ignored it.

The hustle and bustle of journalists and security guards became farther and farther away, and finally returned to silence.When he got backstage, Huo Yunting looked back, good guy, the three behind him are all bosses.

Apart from Chi Zezhun who was holding her, the other two were Barbara and Wang Zhonglei.

Oh no, there are four, and there is a young man who is Barbara's translator.

Wang Zhonglei came to have fun, and Barbara wanted to learn more about qigong. As for the delay, he might really want to learn it.

Three people and three purposes.

These three are giants in terms of wealth and company background. Compared with them, even Brother Cheng Long has to deal with them seriously when he comes.Let alone a small actor.

Chi Zezhun's purpose is very clear, that is to ask Master Huo to teach him this set of qigong techniques.

He really believes it.

Huo Yunting was a little helpless, but he was worth tens of millions—maybe it was over [-] million?It's hard for him to refuse such a big boss.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Chi Zezhun stuffing the versatile jade on his wrist into his pocket.

I simply wanted to give him face because of his status as the boss.

He doesn't know qigong, doesn't understand it, and doesn't believe in it. What he teaches is Tai Chi.

It's not the kind of ancient martial arts Tai Chi, but the kind of health-preserving Tai Chi that the old men and women in the park often use to exercise.

It's just that he also mixed some Bajiquan and Tongbeiquan into it.Compared with the slow health-preserving Tai Chi, his "Qigong version" Tai Chi is more abstract.

Especially when opening the back, the whole person was vibrated—like getting an electric shock.

These days, he not only practices martial arts in his dreams every night, but also tries to combine different kung fu together in his spare time.

Like Bengquan and Bajiquan, take what they have in common and integrate them into one.It's just that the actual combat ability is not strong, and it is not suitable for health maintenance, but more suitable for martial arts performances.

Don't look at Mr. Chi who is obsessed with qigong, but he learned this set of Tai Chi very quickly.In an hour or two, you can stutter and get down to a set.

"Master Huo, I feel hot all over now, and my whole body is transparent. Is it so effective after just practicing a small week?"

You are so transparent, who the hell doesn't sweat after punching for an hour or two.

I thought so in my heart, but I still nodded and looked at him appreciatively, "Mr. Chi is also a talented person."

"Look at what Master Huo said, what talent do I have as a person who has been working in an office for many years." After speaking, he patted him on the shoulder with a mysterious expression, "Master's technique is still superior."

This is very face-saving, it can even be said to be very respectful, but Huo Yunting is not surprised.

Qigong is popular among the people these years. In some places, hundreds of people even sit together to practice together, just waiting for the day when they will become immortals and ascend to immortality.

I vaguely remember that in the 90s, the famous scientist Qian Lao was practicing Qigong.However, it is said that Qian is always in order to cure the cold, and he only practiced some oxygen methods on weekdays, and he never said that he has any special abilities.

But the people don't know.

They saw that even great scientists practiced qigong, which meant that qigong must be scientific.Coupled with the fact that the overall cultural quality of the people is not high, the craze for Qigong for All is even higher.

As the saying goes, three people become tigers, tens of thousands of people are practicing Qigong now, and there are not a few bosses who practice Qigong like Chi Zezhun.

Barbara was also watching when Chi Zezhun opened his back, but he gave up after practicing for a while.This action is really... Anyway, she can't hold back this face.

Maybe I will secretly practice it in private.

As for Wang Zhonglei on the side, he put his hands in his pockets and watched for an hour or two. He is not interested in qigong.

What is the use of special functions?They are all poor, but he is rich.

After the two-hour training was over, Chi Zezhun wiped off the glistening sweat on his forehead, and firmly held Huo Yunting's hand with a sincere expression on his face.

"Master Huo, how long will it take me to practice this set of qigong to achieve a small success?"

It's useless if you practice until you die.

These words were said in his heart, Huo Yunting pretended to be contemplative, and then patted him on the shoulder heavily, "Look at understanding."

Qigong has been popular for decades, and he has never seen anyone who has practiced Qigong well.

I vaguely remember when I was in middle school and high school, once after school I saw a pile of people, he was so lively, he dragged the younger brother I had just met and got in to have a look.

Coincidentally, he is a qigong master.

Wearing a toad mirror and a long gown, it looks like the two practicing six-finger magic piano in Zhou Dao's "Kung Fu".

After finally getting in, the qigong master pointed at the two of them and said that they had cured their years of hidden illness.Then let the disciples around him forcefully take away all the pocket money in their pockets.

When the sun was setting, the qigong master left with his disciples.Huo Yunting and his younger brother went around from behind, and gave the qigong master and his disciple a head-on blow with bricks.

Immediately put them down.

After getting the money back, Huo Yunting still didn't forget to kick the qigong master's crotch several times, and the younger brother he recognized was even more ruthless, breaking a hard branch from a tree and viciously stabbing the qigong master's Pythagorean.

He didn't know exactly how much Zhizi stabbed, anyway, the qigong master left a hole in his pants.

Alas, I don't know if the master has cured his hidden illness after so many years.

"Thank you, Master Huo, for your suggestion."

When he came back to his senses, Chi Zezhun cupped his fists and bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Chi, you can't do it." Huo Yunting quickly helped him up, and his tone was very sincere, "I'm just a bad martial arts practitioner. I don't know much about qigong, so I just teach it casually."

"Oh, Master Huo, I understand that." Chi Zezhun looked kindly.

Taking advantage of the time when the two of them joined hands and shoulder to shoulder, the Patek Philippe that was originally stuffed into Huo Yunting's pocket went into Chi Zezhun's trouser pocket.

This move was so silent that even the nearest Barbara didn't notice it.Even Huang Tingli, the king of thieves at the scene, would have to exclaim, so fucking awesome.

He doesn't know the specific price of this watch, but he knows one thing.The simpler things these bosses and old directors have, the more shockingly expensive they are.

He can't accept this watch.

After He Chi Zezhun and Barbara bid farewell, Wang Zhonglei took him away first.

"Yunting, you still know qigong."

"Mr. Wang, you are joking. How do I know this? I just practice martial arts."

Wang Zhonglei shook his head, "Yunting, you are too low-key."

With a hand on his shoulder and a slight push, Wang Jinghua came here from a distance.

"Miss Hua."

Nodding to Wang Zhonglei, Wang Jinghua walked out of the hall resolutely.

"Yunting, don't be late for the ten o'clock flight tomorrow morning."

"Good Miss Hua."

Seeing Huo Yunting's figure getting farther and farther away, Wang Zhonglei took out a cigarette from the inside of his clothes, took a puff, and burned half of it.

His words were not polite, he really felt that Huo Yunting was too low-key.

He was so low-key that he didn't even know that the company had come in with such an oversized time bomb.

He was there when the petition was slapped on his brother's desk.

At that time, the two were still joking about where it came from, and how old it was and they still pressed red handprints.

As a result, the name on the top was silent.The following names were sent to check one by one, and then became more silent.

With these names gathered together, half of the northern martial arts world is fucking alive.

This small half of the martial arts world is second to none, the most important thing is how many disciples and grandchildren have this group of people taught?Where have all these people gone now?

Can't afford to offend.

I really can't afford it.

"Fuck him, this kid's three-year contract has expired, so hurry up and throw this hot potato out."

The days of early winter are getting colder, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. The dim lights shine on the street, and the warm yellow light covers the earth.

The roar of the engine came from the originally empty street, and not long after, a black extended Lincoln drove from a distance.

"Yunting, do you really know qigong?"

The inside of the car was pitch black, only the slight sound of breathing could be heard.

From time to time, there are dim yellow spots across.

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Jinghua still asked.

Huo Yunting asked back, "Sister Hua also believes in Qigong."

She thought about it, smiled and shook her head, "It doesn't matter to me whether this qigong exists or not. I don't have time to learn that."

"That's true. It's enough for the husband and the children to enjoy the Kangtou. This kind of mysterious and mysterious things that you can't ask for, just listen to it."

For the second half of the journey, the two of them were silent all the way.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Huo Yunting and Zhang Debang met at the airport.

"Brother Huo, good morning..."

A feeble voice sounded from behind, like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell.

Looking back, Zhang Debang with thick eye circles staggered towards him.Good guy, skinny!Where did you go home to rest for two days?
With this posture, even if a ghost came by his side, he would have to gasp.

"I said, Lao Zhang, what's your situation?"

"Had a fight with someone."

"Fighting?" Huo Yunting became interested, "Why don't you call me for such a thing as fighting? I think I fought eight times back then."

Zhang Debang's face darkened, "Two-person fighting PK, I call you bad manners."

"Oh, that's it." He sat back resentfully, "Then did you win?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Debang smiled triumphantly, and his dying face overflowed with confidence, "I fought twice and won both. She called me Dad when I beat her, and hugged her there and cleaned her up hard."

"Awesome, let's practice some other day."

"Don't! I'm afraid of Ai."

"Love?"

"Ahem, it's okay, Brother Huo, board the plane."

On the plane, Zhang Debang fell asleep several times, but was gently woken up by Huo Yunting.

"Old Zhang, you can't sleep. You are sleeping, and your eyes are opening and closing. Maybe your whole life will be over."

"What am I..."

Zhang Debang opened his mouth to scold, but then he remembered that Huo Yunting said that he wanted to practice with him just now, so he suppressed the words in his throat again.

Forget it, I've been a real man for two nights, let him go today.

As the saying goes, why not let him be three feet?

At noon on NO.19, the two arrived at Xiangshan Film and Television City in Ningbo.

Coincidentally, the crew is filming Guo Xiang's scene.

"Then do you have better kung fu now, or when you were young?"

"Then you can't beat me now..."

Huo Yunting's face was the best passport, and he walked unimpeded all the way. When he walked into the shed, the staff around him nodded and said hello to him.

"Director Zhang, Director Yu, I'm back."

"Hey, Xiao Huo is back." Zhang Jizhong looked back at him, "How are you playing?"

"It's okay, I met a few big guys, and got a contact information."

Zhang Jizhong mumbled silently, this kid is not good at interpersonal relationships.

When I was with the crew of "Kung Fu", I didn't add the contact information of other actors, it was all tricks.

Although some wrists are not too big for him, they must be considered big wrists for Huo Yunting at that time.

However, he still followed his words, and said in a casual tone, "Then what contact information did you add?"

"Barbara Robinson, the president of Columbia Film Production Co., Ltd., Chi Zezhun, the vice president of Sony China Co., Ltd., and Wang Zhonglei, the boss of our Huayi..."

"No, no, just wait a moment."

Zhang Jizhong was a little confused, he took off the earphones and looked at Huo Yunting, "This is the boss you said."

"Yeah, doesn't that count?"

Then he showed a suddenly realized expression, "Oh, that's true, Director Zhang, you definitely don't like them..."

"Don't, don't, don't! You can't talk nonsense, do I have the qualifications? People don't like me."

After rubbing the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, he put on the earphones again, staring at the monitor, but still muttering in his heart.

What the hell did this kid do at the premiere?
In the years since he entered the industry, he has never heard of the contact information of an actor who can add this status to the boss.

Wouldn't it be selling ass?
He grabbed a banana from the table and left the shed, pulled a folding chair and sat down in the sun, watching Yang Mi act.

Innocent and cute, smart and lively, it also fits her real personality.

It's not right, it's naive and inappropriate.This girl is a little thoughtful, she has delicate and delicate apertures.

After eating half a banana, Yang Mi's scene was over.With a click from Yu Min, he dropped the long sword in his hand and bounced all the way to Huo Yunting.

"Brother Yun~"

"What's wrong, honey."

"Hey hey, what have you been doing these two days?"

This is a question I know.She had inquired with Zhang Jizhong a long time ago, but she just wanted to hear Huo Yunting tell her again.

Yesterday she quietly asked Liu Yifei if she knew what Huo Yunting was doing, and Liu Yifei said she didn't know.So she added an egg for lunch.

"Attend the premiere ceremony."

"What premiere ceremony?"

"It's from Kung Fu."

"Then brother Yun, who are you playing?"

"Coolie is strong."

Zhang Debang, who was squatting not far from the two of them and drinking wolfberry brown sugar water, snorted, this kid will never find a partner for the rest of his life.

Yang Mi paused for a moment, then smiled again, "Brother Yun, back then you said you wanted to teach me how to hold Tang's hand, why don't you teach me now?"

"OK. Come."

Huo Yunting usually agrees to this kind of thing very simply.

The folding chair was dragged to the back, and the large stone on the ground was pulled with a flick of the foot, "Come on."

Yang Mi narrowed her eyes slightly, and smiled complacently, like a little fox that has succeeded in a trick.

"Brother Yun, I'm here!"

With one arm open, he rushed straight towards Huo Yunting.The whole person made a gesture to grab him.

too slow.

Huo Yunting sighed secretly, put one hand around her neck and the other around her waist.

Then her left leg broke into the middle of her legs, and an upside-down golden hook tripped her on one leg.

Make a gesture and rush forward——

"boom!"

For a while, the dust was flying.

"This can be regarded as a kind of wrestling in Tang's hand, but it's more like sumo wrestling. Have you seen Shuihu? That one has no face, he is a sumo master."

He picked up Yang Mi, who looked dazed, with one hand, and continued talking.

"To be specific, the one just now should be regarded as a fall—"

The words stopped abruptly.

Because he found that Yang Mi had tears in her eyes.

"Huh? Why are you crying?"

ps: I can't hold back anymore, from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, make up lessons.That's all for today, tomorrow's million.

　Someone said to Ji Bochang since childhood: "You, Ji Bochang, don't live long..."

　　As if to confirm those words, Ji Bochang practiced for more than [-] years without achieving anything.

　　In his middle age, he was planning to retire, but he suddenly discovered a very new way of cultivation...

　　From then on, form a fairy, build a fairy relationship, refine the fairy energy, and go to longevity!

　　Countless years later.

　　The world of practice has changed, time has changed, countless arrogances have risen and ended, and countless immortals have been demoted to the mortal world!

　　But he was still dozing off on the recliner, muttering as if dreamily: "I, Ji Bochang, have a long life..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)