actor return

Chapter 367 Returning to Beijing

As far as the plots of the four famous novels are concerned, it seems that except for Journey to the West, the other three all end in tragedy.

Not to mention Water Margin, who was used by Gao Qi to conquer Fang La, not to mention more than half of the casualties, even if the last one stayed, except for Yan Qing who has a good home to live in seclusion with her beauty, the others will not escape the catastrophe, dead or maimed Cruel, appalling.

The Red Mansion is similar, with all the flowers withering and the branches and leaves dying; after all, the Three Kingdoms brings in Liu Guanzhang's perspective of the Shu Kingdom, so it is also a tragedy in the end.

Even the metaphor of Journey to the West is actually a dark dish, but it is all hidden behind the words.

As for the Water Margin, the side belonging to the "protagonist" died the most, so countless people felt very upset after watching it.

Fortunately, at this time, there are no Moments, Weibo, etc. to vent and complain about. Even forums like Tianya have not many netizens.

But even so, most of Tianya's posts in the past two days are about Water Margin.

It’s fairly objective, knowing that this is the plot of the original work, just expressing the depression in his heart, bluntly, directly speaking dirty, and even greeting a bunch of main creators, even though he doesn’t know who the director and screenwriter are, Anyway, he scolded the actors, especially Li Xuedao.

Of course, Ning Yuan also talked to Li Xuedao and Zhang Jizhong on the phone in the past two days, knowing that many people called and wrote to CCTV.

"There's nothing good to say anyway." Zhang Jizhong couldn't laugh or cry.

Li Xuedao took it very lightly: "What am I? When Chen Peisi's father, Mr. Chen Qiang, played Huang Shiren, people beat him on the street. Even when he went to the army to perform, a soldier gritted his teeth and aimed his gun at him. If the people around him didn't find out, he probably would have died at that time."

Hearing this sentence, Ning Yuan's back felt cold, but at that time, he really hated Huang Shiren, not to mention that those soldiers were all at a vigorous age. When they saw the scene of the performance, their heads exploded. Very possible.

"We are actors, and it's our job to interpret the characters well, and now everyone is much more sensible than before, it's okay."

Now that Li Xuedao said so, Ning Yuan felt relieved, and said with a smile, "Then don't go back to Lu Province anytime soon, and be careful that the fellow villagers settle accounts with you."

"Haha, I won't be back for now." Li Xuedao also smiled.

The atmosphere of Chinese New Year in Qiongdao is very strong. It may be that people are not as alienated as they are in later generations, and their living standards have not improved. In short, they are still full of expectations for Chinese New Year.

Only Ning Daqiang muttered in his mouth:
"I'm not at home during Chinese New Year, I always feel uncomfortable..."

Of course, Ning Yuan understands that his discomfort stems from the incompatibility of subversion of this deep-rooted habit. For nearly 60 years, he spent the New Year in his own home. When he suddenly came to an unfamiliar environment, awkwardness must be inevitable.

However, on the thirty day of that year, when he suddenly heard the sound of firecrackers going off everywhere, Ning Daqiang's feeling came back.

So, he hurried out to buy firecrackers, and called Ning Yan and Ning Xue, bought some fireworks with him, and set them aside for the night.

At this time, the control of the air has not yet started, and naturally they will not care about the shooting. At this time, except for some big cities, other places don't care at all, let alone Ningyuan's suburban villa.

In the afternoon, the villa invited Ning Yuan and the others to make dumplings together. When it was almost dinner time, there were crackling explosions outside, one after another.

At this time, Ning Daqiang realized that the guns he bought were redundant, because the villa bought a lot.

But Ning Daqiang comforted himself: "It's okay, setting off the cannon is to catch the God of Wealth, why don't we let it go?"

This time, Ning Daqiang started lighting the cannon himself again, and Ning Yuan was also happy and quiet. Every time he fired the cannon, he had to light it several times, and sometimes he quickly retracted his hand before it was lit.

Whenever he thinks of this, Ning Yuan can't help feeling a little ashamed, where is the psychological quality of practicing martial arts?

In addition to Ningyuan and his family, there are two or three groups of guests in the villa who are on vacation here. When everyone gathers together, it is more lively than celebrating the New Year at home.

It's enough to raise money, because Ning Yuan is a celebrity, they all came to toast with Ning Yuan.

At this time, Ning Yuan was a little embarrassed.

Let's drink, how can we 'lead by example' for Ning Daqiang?Don't drink it, it's Chinese New Year again today, and people are paying respects again, it doesn't seem appropriate.

The most important thing is that when Cheng Long and Yang Fan came that day, Ning Yuan naturally had to entertain them with wine, and the manager of the villa knew about it.

Finally can only drink.

Watching Ning Yuan drink, Ning Daqiang curled his lips aside, and then drank himself.

However, Ning Yuan's restraint on him in the past few years has still worked. At least he is restrained now, and he will no longer drink to his heart's content when encountering happy things like before.

"The Chinese New Year here is indeed lively, and there is also a bonfire party, which I only saw on TV before."

The light of the fire imprinted on Ning Daqiang's reddish face, he smiled and looked at Ning Yuan and the others singing and dancing around the fire.

He was in a trance when suddenly a hand pulled him up:
"Uncle Ning, come together!"

Only then did Ning Daqiang realize that it was the manager of the villa who was dragged into the crowd. Ning Daqiang hurriedly waved his hands: "I can't, I really can't!"

"Hey, everyone can't, just dance and play."

Being pulled and refused to let go, Ning Daqiang was helpless, he couldn't let go at first, but slowly, being infected by everyone, he also became interested, and drinking alcohol also made him a little excited.

In the end, Ning Daqiang danced quite vigorously.

This is the first time I have not been home for Chinese New Year.

It was also the first time that Ning Daqiang did not watch the Spring Festival Gala since he had a TV at home.

Although he drank alcohol, was tired from dancing, and it was late at night, but it seemed that he was too excited to play at night. Ning Daqiang didn't fall asleep for a long time, tossing and turning on the bed, with countless memories flooding his mind.

Not only him, but also Ning Yuan. After practicing martial arts, he rarely suffered from insomnia, but tonight, he had some insomnia.

In the end, I don't know how long it took, they fell asleep in a drowsy state.

Playing here until the sixth day of the junior high, Ning Yuan and the others got on the plane back.

It's not that Ning Yuan wants to leave, but a call from the theater, saying that Lubimov is here, and wants to see the effect of Ning Yuan and his current performance.

Although it spans thousands of kilometers, the time is very short.

After leaving the airport, Ning Yuan drove them home. After a little repair, he drove to the capital.

But at this time, Ning Yuan had already regretted that he was so nervous a year ago and wanted to drive back.

Isn't it nice to fly?

Although Ning Yuan has always been afraid of flying, he has to admit that it is really fast. Even Ning Daqiang, who, like Ning Yuan, became nervous when he got on the plane, said several times:

"Hey, the one with wings is fast!"

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