After half a month, I rehearsed dramas in the self-study class at noon and afternoon every day.
Ling Song's English was taught by Wen Yuanchu himself. Although he hasn't caught up with the progress of the course, it is enough for such a play.
The only bad thing is that when he played with Wen Yuanchu, he lost the chain.
"stop!"
The class monitor who is also the director once again called to stop, rolled up the book to his mouth, and yelled at Ling Song unbearably: "Ling Song! Look at the eyes of the princess, they should be full of love and desire, determined to win, don't keep staring at me Can you be like a nympho!"
People around laughed.
The squad leader was right, Ling Song was not coquettish when facing Wen Yuanchu, he was clearly shy and timid.
Ling Song patted his ears.
Hey, you rascal, if you pick my fault again, I will punish your nine clans.
Wen Yuanchu pulled Ling Song over, frowned and said, "Let's rest for a while, and wait for the next row."
He dragged Ling Song to the corridor outside.
With no one else around, Ling Song drooped his head, feeling very depressed: "Is it because I have no talent for acting? The class monitor keeps yelling to stop, so he picks on me."
"It's not bad, the dialogue with the magic mirror, and the part about killing the king are all very well acted." Wen Yuanchu commented pertinently.
"... But as soon as I saw you, I couldn't act well, and I blame you."
Ling Song complained mutteringly, and Wen Yuanchu asked in a deep voice, "Why can't you act well when you see me?"
"how could I know."
It may be that as long as he thinks of Wen Yuanchu acting as a princess, he can't help but want to laugh.
so terrible.
Ling Song thought to himself, this is not to blame Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu didn't expose him, but reminded him: "Since you have decided to act, you should take it seriously, and you will be it. You will be acting opposite Zhang Yang or Wang Zide, whoever you want, don't think so much."
Ling Song pouted.
Pooh.
His princess was mainly to show off the virtues of Wang Zide, and he quit early in the morning.
"That won't work, I can't act like them, it's a bad idea."
"In short, don't think too much, just put yourself into the role."
Ling Song was happy again in an instant: "Dad Yuanchu, did you substitute yourself into Snow White?"
"I don't need it," Wen Yuanchu said calmly, "I can play anyone."
... that's great.
After returning, the rehearsal continued.
Squad leader: "We have to go through it completely, and focus on the last paragraph, Ling Song, you must play the last expression well for me."
Ling Song didn't take it seriously: "No matter how good my expression is, no one can see it except Wen Yuanchu. What's the need? Anyway, I have to rely on the narration."
"It doesn't matter, you have to at least show the queen's evil and wild aura. I repeat, the queen is a sick queen, not a cutie. Remember it!"
annoying.
However, after being transferred and taught by the class monitor so many times, Ling Song has improved a little bit, and he is not in the state if he doesn't play with Wen Yuanchu again.
Although it is still far from being evil, charming and mad, the high-ranking and domineering Wang Baqi has performed very well.
In this regard, he does not need to act at all.
In the last scene, the queen wakes up the princess by kissing her.
Wen Yuanchu clasped his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes and lay down on a bed made of several tables. Ling Song leaned over and slowly approached.
Before meeting anyone, the squad leader called to stop again.
"Ling Song, close your eyes, don't act like a pervert!"
puff.
Everyone screamed strangely.
Ling Song blushed, and condemned the class leader back to Jiuzu in his heart.
Do it a second time.
This time, just as he touched Wen Yuanchu's face, he was interrupted by the squad leader again: "No, just kiss as long as you want, what's the matter with shaking, you don't look like a queen!"
Third time.
"Cut! Ling Song, your loved ones are your loved ones! Why are you pouting!"
Fourth time.
"No, no, no! Don't close your eyes, you are a queen, not a Huaichun girl, okay?"
fifth pass
sixth pass
seventh time
…
Thirty-third time.
Ling Song couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up and rolled up his sleeves: "Squad leader, do you want to fight?"
Wen Yuanchu sat up, grabbed his waist from behind and pressed his hand down: "Stop making trouble."
Ling Song was very unconvinced: "He must have done it on purpose. He has done it thirty-three times. Why can't he do it?"
The squad leader was also angry: "I'm being a ghost on purpose, you guys come to judge, the ones he played just now, can you give him a pass?"
Everyone is holding back their laughter.
The group secretary had no choice but to smooth things over: "Ling Song, what, why don't you go home and practice a few more times in front of the mirror to find out how you feel?"
Ling Song was angry.
In the end, Wen Yuanchu suggested: "Let's stop here today and continue tomorrow."
All right, if we continue in the queue, Ling Song may not be the only one who wants to fight.
After coming out of school, Wen Yuanchu bought Ling Song a double scoop of ice cream to calm his anger.
Ling Song sat in the back seat of Wen Yuanchu's car, licking the ice cream and complaining: "They all bully me, they want to see me laugh, it's too much."
Wen Yuanchu patted him on the head: "No one bullies you, you think too much."
Ling Song raised his eyes and looked at him: "Do you also think I'm not good at acting?"
Wen Yuanchu didn't answer, stepped on the seat, and stepped out in silence.
Ling Song patted him on the waist: "I knew it, even you think I'm not good at acting."
"Sit tight."
Wen Yuanchu speeded up.
It doesn't matter whether Ling Song acts well or not.
Wen Yuanchu thought to himself, Ling Song kissed him thirty-two times today.
He can play a little worse.
Until the evening, Ling Song was still brooding over this matter.
Lin Qiuyi and the others called him in the wechat group.
Group - sister sister stand up.
Lin Qiuyi: @玲松? Daughter! ! I heard that your class rehearsed for Snow White today, you took the opportunity to kiss Wen Yuanchu thirty-two times? ! ! !
Xia Langxing: I knew that Ling Song, this little bitch, was full of schemes.
Yao Nana: Is Wen Yuanchu actually going to play the princess? emmmmmmmmmmm
Ling Song: Why do you all know about our class
Lin Qiuyi: You go to the post bar to see for yourself, someone opened a post, saying that you, an idiot, took advantage of the rehearsal to take advantage of Wen Yuanchu.
Ling Song: ...
He is so wronged.
June Feixue didn't deserve such a wrong.
Xia Langxing: Tell me, what does it feel like to kiss Wen Yuanchu? @lingsong
Ling Song: [White eyes] [White eyes] [White eyes] [White eyes] [White eyes] [White eyes] [White eyes] [White eyes]
What does it feel like when Wen Yuanchu kisses, of course it is fragrant, soft and sweet, and the whole body is full of Omega fragrance.
But why should I tell you.
cut.
Don't think I don't know, you three little bitches have hit and even hit Wen Yuanchu's idea.
do not say.
When Wen Yuanchu came over, Ling Song had just finished bragging and spanking.
As soon as Wen Yuanchu entered the door, he quickly turned off the phone screen, so that Wen Yuanchu could not see the nonsense in the group.
Wen Yuanchu sat down, glanced at him, and asked him, "Still thinking about drama?"
Ling Song's face was broken: "How do you practice in front of the mirror? It's inexplicable."
He can't kiss the mirror, can he
Wen Yuanchu thought for a while, and suggested to him: "I'll play your role once, you watch, and then figure out how to play it yourself."
"That's okay too?"
"Try."
Just try it.
Ling Song lay on the bed, cosplaying Sleeping Beauty, but he didn't close his eyes, looking straight at Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu sat down beside him and looked at him calmly.
Ling Song swallowed.
Wen Yuanchu's breath gradually approached, and his knuckles gently scratched his face.
Take a look, if there is nothing.
Ling Song's mind instantly lifted.
Wen Yuanchu obviously didn't do anything, just looking at him like this made him startled.
Ling Song tensed his nerves.
Wen Yuanchu's eyes seemed calm, and there seemed to be some emotion hidden in them, staring at himself, as if staring at a prey that made him happy and interested.
Ling Song subconsciously wanted to get up and run away.
At that moment, he even thought that he saw the dead ghost regent again.
No, even the regent is just cold and inhumane, it won't be like this.
Wen Yuanchu's fingers moved down to his neck, inadvertently touching his lifeblood several times.
Ling Song's scalp went numb for a while, and he resisted to push the person away.
Wen Yuanchu leaned down, and pressed his lips against his face, and the low and hoarse voice was right next to his ears.
Every word struck Ling Song's heartstrings: "Wake up, my princess."
Ling Song suddenly got up, picked up the pillow and hit Wen Yuanchu's face.
Wen Yuanchu looked calm, neither dodging nor dodging, and asked him: "Do you know how to act?"
Ling Song choked for a moment, then turned his eyes in a panic: "It's scary, you might as well become an actor in the future."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him: "What are you nervous about?"
Ling Song opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
When Wen Yuanchu's fingers touched his neck, he almost thought for a moment that he was going to kill himself.
Sure enough, he was still affected by his face, which was exactly the same as Wen Che's.
Bah bah bah.
Yuanchu's father treated him so well, so he wouldn't be like that dead ghost.
He couldn't wrong Yuanchu's father.
Ling Song felt a little guilty.
He seemed a little sorry for Wen Yuanchu just now...
From the very first time he knew Wen Yuanchu, he had prejudiced against this man because of Wen Che.
This is wrong, a dead ghost is a dead ghost, he can't blame Wen Yuanchu for what the dead ghost did.
Wen Yuanchu was really kind to him.
Maybe apart from his family, there is no second one.
Wen Yuanchu didn't know that Ling Song was thinking about these things, so he pulled him up from the bed: "Stop playing, go to class."
Sitting at the desk, Ling Song's mind was still erratic.
"...Wen Yuanchu."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him.
Looking at each other, Ling Song's heart moved, his body took a step faster than his mind, and he stuck to him and kissed him on the face.
Wen Yuanchu was stunned.
Ling Song's eyeballs rolled wildly, and it was only after the kiss that he realized what stupid thing he had done again, he was so ashamed that he wished he could find a way to slip in and let it go.
Quickly find an excuse for yourself: "Thank you, Dad, for teaching Zai Zai to act. This is Zai Zai's thank you kiss to the old father."
There is no other meaning, they are pure father-son relationship.
Yes, it is like that.
Wen Yuanchu frowned lightly, endured it, didn't say anything, and tapped the pen on the table: "Let's go to class."
How dare Ling Song do it again, sat up straight, and opened the book.
He instinctively felt that Wen Yuanchu seemed to be angry.
Is it because he just kissed him and took advantage of him
... mean man.
What's wrong with kissing
There were thirty-two kisses this afternoon.
At half past ten, after the lecture, Wen Yuanchu packed up his things and prepared to leave.
Ling Song took his hand: "Wen Yuanchu, are you really angry? Just because I kissed you again?"
Wen Yuanchu looked at him coldly, without making a sound.
Ling Song was a little scared by his stare: "...don't be so stingy, if you are really angry, I just apologize to you."
"Apologize?"
Ling Song nodded: "It's a big deal, I'll let you kiss me back."
He thought about it, and thought it was feasible, and it would be evened out when the kiss came back. This person had no reason to be angry with him, so he turned his face and sent it up: "Come on, I'll let you kiss back, including the afternoon's share, come back together." , I promise not to go back on my word."
Wen Yuanchu's face was filled with indescribable words.
After hesitating again and again, he stretched out his hand to poke Ling Song's forehead: "Are you stupid?"
Ling Song covered his forehead and stared at him: "You scolded me again."
"If you were someone else, you would do the same. If someone kisses you back, it will be evened?"
Ling Song was confident: "If it were someone else, I wouldn't kiss him either."
Wen Yuanchu had nothing to say for a moment.
It's hard for Ling Song to blurt out that he won't kiss others, maybe he should be happy
Ling Song: "Other men are not fragrant, soft, or sweet at all. Why should I kiss? Isn't kissing a girl a hooligan?"
Wen Yuanchu: "..."
Ling Song raised his head and smiled at him: "Am I right?"
After being speechless for a while, Wen Yuanchu said, "You, come here."
"what?"
"Let me kiss you back, including the afternoon, you said it yourself."
Ling Song: "..."
Originally, he didn't think it was a big deal, but now he was stared at by Wen Yuanchu's slightly subtle eyes, his heart suddenly thumped, and he wanted to play tricks with a sneer: "I'm just joking, why do you take it seriously..."
Wen Yuanchu's face darkened.
Ling Song: "Are you angry again?"
"If you don't believe what you say, if you say one thing and do another, shouldn't I be angry?"
Ling Song felt that he was in the wrong, so he didn't have the nerve to argue any further.
After a short inner struggle, he turned his face up again: "Kiss, you kissed me once just now, so it's still thirty-two times, hurry up."
Wen Yuanchu's eyes paused slightly, and fell on his fair and flawless face.
Seeing that he was still not moving, Ling Song's sullen face was about to stiffen, and he forced a smile from the corner of his mouth: "What are you doing in a daze, are you kissing or not?"
Wen Yuanchu bent down and pressed his lips together.
Different from the one-touch separation when teaching him to act before, this time Wen Yuanchu's lips stayed on Ling Song's cheeks, rubbing them lightly, and did not leave for a long time.
Ling Song's face gradually turned red, and his heartbeat seemed to become abnormal again.
"You, are you alright? It's only been so long for one kiss. After thirty times, it won't be dawn?"
Wen Yuanchu calmly backed away: "Let's do this first, I owe the rest."
Ling Song was not happy: "Why are you a mother-in-law? If you want to kiss, hurry up and kiss, what do you owe?"
"Do you really want to kiss until tomorrow morning?"
Of course I didn't want to: "...you go."
Wen Yuanchu pinched his earlobe for the last time: "Go to bed early, don't think about it."
After Wen Yuanchu left, Ling Song woke up like a dream.
Who is cranky
He raised his hand to touch the place where he was kissed just now, but Wen Yuanchu's lips were also quite soft...
Don't know what it tastes like... STOP!
Wen Yuanchu walked out of Ling's house.
The winter night was cold and windy, and his heart was burning.
On the 110th day after he came back, he kissed me thirty-three times, I kissed him twice, and he didn't object to the rest.
What a great day today.
Very happy.