I Just Want to Be in a Relationship

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet -

In addition to Huo Qu, everyone is a dish. Huo Qu looked at this and looked at it. Finally, he set his sight for help on Yu Qinghuan.

He...had to say something wrong?

But no, this is what Qing Huan said, how can Qing Huan say it wrong?

"Cough," Yu Qinghuan coughed, and Zhao Qingyuan said: "You don't care about Qingyuan, Huo Qu is not intentional." Touching his nose, in his resentful eyes, he said: "This is I said……"

"Okay! Yu Qinghuan, I can see you today," Zhao Qingyuan glanced at him faintly, as if he had been abandoned, "I will treat you as a brother, but you are behind me!"

"Playing relatives is love."

Although Zhao Qingyuan has a lot of words, people are really good. Yu Qinghuan did not say anything, but he had already regarded him as a good friend. He said that he was a parrot and he was not malicious. He only consciously ridiculed his sentence. He did not expect to be remembered by Huo Qu.

"Do you guess my letter?" Under the anger, Zhao Qingyuan's IQ has improved by leap. "Well, even if you don't say this, then last time then?"

After that, I looked at Yu Qinghuan with enthusiasm, and the expression on Yu Qinghuan’s face was very meaningful. He suddenly blessed the soul.

"Are you still thinking that I am stupid?!"

Not waiting for Yu Qinghuan’s answer, he screamed in anger, “There is no match!” The heavy slammed door left.

"Qing Huan," Huo Qu panic. "Is it trouble for you?"

"No, he is having fun with me." Yu Qinghuan took out a piece of paper towel and wiped the grease from his mouth. He subtly shifted the subject. "Is it full?"

Huo Quan shook his head honestly, "No."

Yu Qinghuan looked down at the time and took a picture of Huo Qu’s shoulder. “Let your brother take you back to eat. I am going to film, I have no time to accompany you.”

"I don't want to go." Huo Qu reluctantly grinded the ground with his toes, and said lowly.

"Obvious." Yu Qinghuan took off the down jacket and took the mirror to confirm that his clothes had not been creased. He took Huo Qu’s shoulder and took him out. "Go back and eat well. I will go see you before you leave." ""

“Really?” Huo Qu was successfully tempted by his condition.

"Yep."

"That, then don't forget."

"Do not worry."

Finally, I said that Huo Qu, Yu Qinghuan turned to Huo Wei, pretending not to know that he is his own boss, "Trouble you to take him to dinner." After thinking about it, added another sentence, "Huoqu likes to eat relatively light."

"No trouble." Huo Shushun replied with a sentence, and he drove with his brother to find a light meal.

Halfway through, I suddenly remembered. No, isn’t it a matter of fact that he is going to eat with his brother? Why does Yu Qinghuan have to use such words in trouble? The most terrible thing is that he is still obedient!

This person is poisonous!

Moreover, when does the younger brother have a preference for food? Why didn't he know?

Holding a red light, Huo Wei side turned and asked Huo Qu, "Do you like to eat light?"

Huo Qutou did not lift his head, and his eyes still fell on his baby fish.

Huo Wei: "..."

Still he is too naive.

On the other side of the studio, because of the awkwardness with Yu Qinghuan, this afternoon's filming, Zhao Qingyuan was completely open, and Wang Chengcheng, who was pressured, said that he was playing against him, and even he did not dare to lose weight. Knowing how many times NG, Liu Jiaan of the gas almost fell to the first machine.

Nowadays, many movies, although the name is a big director, in fact, the process of shooting is basically done by the executive director. Liu Jia'an is very incomprehensible to this kind of ethos. Although he is old, he still insists on personally shooting "Life and Death."

Not only that, but his requirements for actors have also reached the point of nitpicking.

Wang Chengcheng’s acting skills are not very good. At this moment, the heart is chaotic, and even more terrible, watching the film waste more and more, Liu Jia’an’s temper can no longer be suppressed, and directly open, “Wang Chengcheng’s performance school Is the diploma issued for spending money? Come over and see what it looks like when you filmed it! I don’t know, you thought it was Zhao Qingyuan’s sweeping head!"

Wang Chengcheng is a big flower of Starlight. It has to be replaced by another director. Don't say it is awkward. Even if she fails to shoot, she will laugh and praise her acting skills.

Rao is Wang Chengcheng's high emotional intelligence, and this time he is also red.

But she still remembers that she could not offend Liu Jia'an, and said with a sigh of relief, "I am sorry for Liu Dao, I am in a bad state, you give me some time." The assistant helped to go to the lounge.

At this moment, Liu Jia'an was on the anger, even his old friend Jiang Qi did not dare to provoke him. He wanted to sneak aside and smoked a cigarette. He heard Liu Jiaan yelling at the door: "Yu Qinghuan? Hurry, his That scene was shot in advance!"

"This! People are coming!" Jiang Qi pulled Yu Qinghuan to the front and couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for him. At this time, I started to shoot the first one, I am afraid I have to be awkward. It seems that this kid also has bad luck!

"Ready?" The reporters hurriedly changed the background. Liu Jiaan sat next to the No. 1 machine and saw Yu Qinghuan tempted to walk twice, unable to resist the probe.

"Yes." Yu Qinghua nodded.

"Good! Start!"

Ye Sheng is a doctor in endocrinology and has been working in the hospital for six years. He is a good family, long and good, no matter where he goes, he is held by people. After a long time, he has developed a character that is arrogant and ambiguous.

Although the medical skills are not bad, the attitude towards the patients is not very good. Often, after the operation, the patient is thrown into the ward. If you don't care, everything is handed over to the assistant below.

Yu Qinghuan’s next shot is a section of Ye Sheng’s relationship with the patient’s family.

A little girl who is only nine years old has thyroid cancer. Although thyroid cancer is known as an undead cancer, the younger the person gets, the more deadly it is.

The little girl’s mother washes her face in tears every day, desperate and helpless. Rao was the nurse who told her about the disease and could not reassure her. So, at the end of the day, she went to Ye Sheng's office.

"Doctor Ye," long-term insomnia and suffering, almost crush her. Her face was pale, and there was only one bone left in her skin, as if the wind would blow. When she saw Ye Sheng, she was like seeing the last life-saving straw. She cried and confided to him. "What can we do with our child boy? Dr. Ye, is there really no risk in this operation? This is just a small Is the surgery right?"

Ye Sheng is rushing to work to date, suddenly being pulled, or a ugly woman crying and crying, immediately impatient to the extreme, hoeing his face is a slap, "any surgery is risky! Small surgery? Small surgery, don't come to our hospital to do Ah, what stuff!"

The woman squinted her eyes wide, pleading for Ye Sheng, and her legs were almost unable to stand. She just wanted to come to the doctor to seek some comfort. I didn't expect to hear such cold-blooded words.

"Leaf, leaf doctor..."

"Let's let go!" Ye Sheng pulled away the woman's hand impatiently, and smacked his own clothes. "How many times have you asked such a thing, when the doctor's time is unlimited?!"

After that, the indifference will push the woman out of the door and go away.

"Cut!" Liu Jia'an stared at the picture in the No. 1 plane, and his face looked a little slower.

Yu Qinghuan’s performance was very good, and even better than his surprise, it was not like a newcomer to the first acting. Ye Sheng's arrogance and indifference are vividly reflected, and all the hands are lifted, all of them are Ye Sheng, and there is no shadow of a singular sorrow.

This one has passed over.

The other people in the crew were shocked. They couldn’t stand Yu Qinghuan. They thought that he was the one who came in through the back door. The attitude toward him also came a hundred and eighty-degree turn. By the time he left the break, many people began to greet him.

This is the entertainment circle.

Today, Yu Qinghuan is such a scene. After he left the game, he just poured a cup of hot water to warm his hands. Wang Zhensheng rushed to him and waved. "Xiao Yu, come to me."

"Mr. Wang." Yu Qinghuan walked over and called him with respect and respect.

"Don't be nervous, sit." Wang Zhensheng smiled and motioned to sit next to him. "How do you think you played this stage?"

Yu Qinghuan sneaked, and then carefully passed through the performance in the mind, while thinking about whether he had a scorpion.

"Don't be nervous, tell the truth."

Yu Qinghuan couldn't guess what he meant. He had to be honest: "In fact, I don't have any feelings. I just performed it according to my heart."

"This is the biggest problem." Wang Zhenguo sighed. "Xiao Yu, you are the most aura young man I have ever seen. You have just been there for a while, but it is a wonderful performance, but --" After a pause, he continued to ask: "I ask more, do you not like acting?"

how could be!

Yu Qinghuan immediately wanted to refute Wang Zhensheng, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn’t say anything.

In the last life, he used acting as a means of making a living. In this life, he thinks acting is his burden. He never even thought about whether he likes acting.

"Xiao Yu," Wang Zhensheng stood up with a cane, his white hair was twitched by the wind, and the unprovoked appearance showed an old state. "Your acting is stronger than most people in the circle, even more than many The winners are much better, but they have no soul."

No soul.

Yu Qinghuan chewed four words carefully, and when he touched Wang Zhensheng's smiling eyes, he suddenly realized.

When he is acting, he always regards himself as a bystander rather than completely integrating himself into his role. A character that an actor can't identify with himself can be brought into the audience and feel empathy.

Seeing that he wants to understand, Wang Zhensheng smiled comfortably and stuffed his long-written phone number into Yu Qinghuan’s hand. "If you don’t understand today," he pointed to the trash can next to him. "This note is now Will be there."

Seeing Yu Qinghuan’s surprised expression, Wang Zhensheng smiled. “I have retired, but I still have a bit of status in the Capital People’s Grand Theatre. I will not have your show tomorrow. I will take you there to see if it will help you play. ”

Capital People's Grand Theatre!

This is the place where many actors dream to go to watch! Even if Yu Qing Huan is not in the entertainment circle, he can't refuse such temptation.

He licked his lips and bowed deeply at Wang Zhensheng. "Thank you, Teacher Wang, I am in trouble."

Wang Zhensheng shook his head and left with a smile on his face.

After he left, Yu Qinghuan sat in the same place thinking about his strange luck, but just before he came up with a reason, he was called back to God by a rush of ringing, picking up the phone and seeing it, Yu Xin.

"Qinghuan, I will be back tomorrow afternoon!" Yu Xin’s voice sounded very excited. "You can rest assured that everything is done. The people in your house are so good, I have brought me many canned peaches!" I want to eat it for you! Are you not playing tomorrow afternoon? Come and pick me up at the airport."

"It's a little difficult," Yu Qinghuan frowned. Just want to say it down, Yu Xin sighed. "Isn't it! You still have no humanity! So many canned people don't pick me up, I can't get back." ”

"I will go to the Capital People's Grand Theatre with Teacher Wang tomorrow," Yu Qinghuan also has some embarrassment. "Would you like to send it back directly?"

"Wait--" On the other side of the phone, Yu Xin’s voice suddenly rose. "What are you talking about? Are you going to the People’s Grand Theatre?"

Yu Qinghuan: "Well."

Yu Xin is very excited: "Is the People's Grand Theatre I think of? Which teacher is the teacher?"

Yu Qinghuan is helpless: "It is the big theater you want, with Wang Zhensheng Wang."

After a strange silence, the voice of Xin’s smashing iron came from the microphone. “Go to the Grand Theatre! Canned me alone and this old life will help you back!”

Yu Qinghuan: "..."