On the troupe's side, after the car started, Super put on the hood of his sweatshirt and closed his eyes.
Others are still chatting, talking about today's performance, how many followers they have gained on Weibo, and I want to post on Weibo to thank you for supporting Yunyun... Later, someone mentioned Xu Qingcheng, saying that I didn't expect Director Xu to look so good. Not so much, his niece was good-looking enough to go on stage.
Tong Anzhi, who was sitting in front of Super, laughed: "But people learn to direct."
Shen Jiajue saw that Su Po next to him didn't seem to be in the right state today. Although he usually doesn't talk much, he would talk to everyone anyway, so he couldn't help asking: "Why, are you tired today? The director was complimenting you just now. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Super waved his hand, indicating that he was thinking too much.
Shen Jiajue raised one hand and patted Su Po's shoulder: "Is that flower basket sent by you? You don't need to do that. In our industry, we just rely on our ability to eat, regardless of seniority."
"The old and young are orderly, I just respect the old and love the young."
"Pfft." Tong Anzhi turned his head and said, "I said that you have a poisonous mouth, but it is true that you are not wronged at all."
But Super didn't speak anymore, pulled down the brim of his hat a little more, and covered his eyes, as if he was really going to sleep.
The next day, the last half of the youth version of "The Story of the West Tower" ended successfully at the Grand Theater. That night, many cultural public accounts pushed it, and the next day, it was reported by local paper media, all of which were praised for this time. 's performance.
But none of this seemed to affect Supper's life. The day after the full performance, at dawn, he got up and skillfully made sandwiches and cut fruit in the kitchen.
After he finished washing his hands, he brought out the breakfast and went to the living room. Ms. Su's mother, Liang Fei, came out in a navy blue embroidered fragrant cloud gauze Tang suit: "Morning, son."
"Yeah." Supper had already sat down at the dining table and nibbled at the apple in a hurry.
A ray of morning light was slanting in through the window beside the dining table, hitting between his eyebrows, causing him to narrow his eyes slightly, and at the same time, the thick eyelashes were covered, casting a shadow.
At this time, the red mobile phone placed on the dining table rang, and the ringtone was exactly the same dry sing of last year's New Year's group worship: Little nun Nianfang twenty-eight...
Hearing his own voice suddenly, Su Po couldn't help but feel a chill, and subconsciously reached out and pressed the call.
"Hey, son, it's my phone." Ms. Liang Fei grabbed the phone, "Oh, it's Aunt Jiang, she must have urged me to come, hurry up, I'm going to pack my loving breakfast!"
After Super finished eating the apple in his hand, he wiped his hands. In a blink of an eye, Ms. Liang received the packaged breakfast, said goodbye to her son with a smile, and happily went out with her sisters for an outing.
Supper then packed his own sandwich. Do not eat too much, and sing when you are hungry. This is what the teacher said when they first entered school.
When everyone is talented, hard work is an important factor in success. Super doesn't necessarily have a deep understanding of this one, he just thinks that since he has entered the industry, it is always good to bury his head in it.
And this morning, Qingcheng swiped the Weibo of several leading actors of "The Story of the West Tower" on the Internet.
Tong Anzhi's hair is: What! The youth version of "The Story of the West Tower" has come to an end, and I have gained a lot of emotion. You are all little angels! hold one!
The picture is accompanied by a selfie with the makeup on.
The comments are all about "beautiful beauty", and Qingcheng smiled and added to it.
What Super sent was: Thank you, see you in the next scene.
No picture.
Comments are not complimenting him, they are complimenting him, or they are teasing him.
Qingcheng also searched for Shen Jiajue.
The content of Shen Jiajue's post is very simple and down-to-earth: Thank you, thank you! There is no reward, only to continue to work hard.
The picture is of a husky.
Most of the comments were talking about the dog he raised, asking if the dog was good today, did he commit any crimes, did he demolish the house...
Qingcheng found that the content of Weibo posted by these people was quite similar to the feeling in private.