MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 168

My grandson is going to compete with Qingchuan, and Mr. Huang is very happy.

His grandson thinks he is talented and hardworking, or he is just a little bit of kung fu, and he actually thinks of himself quite high. One or two can also be seen from his recent works. This child is a little floating, and his works are all taking difficult routes and showing off his skills there.

This kind of mentality is okay for a year or two, after all, it is a young man, and he is full of arrogance. A little longer, a few years, a dozen years, and it won't come back. How many talented young people are ruined by their own pride?

The old man Huang wanted to sharpen his grandson's temper for a long time, let him know that the sky is high and there is a goal for him to chase.

It's a pity that I haven't found a suitable one for these days.

You have to find someone who is more talented and harder to stimulate.

In the end, I walked all over the iron shoes and found nowhere. This time I made a show, hey, a candidate appeared, and there is nothing better.

Qingchuan can see it. This old man saw that his grandson was arrogant and wanted to grind it. It just so happened that Qingchuan came, what a sharpening stone?

Qingchuan was not happy to be driven by someone like this, so he thought about how to refuse. When they saw Mr. Huang coming over and pretended to tell him about the game, the two went out and walked to a small corner.

The filming is temporarily over at this time, because there is no discussion about the comparison. When they came out, no one else was chasing after them. It was suitable to say something sincere, such as 'I really have no interest in racing'.

"I know, this is difficult for you. It doesn't matter if you really don't want to, I didn't say hello, it's my fault. I'm sorry to tell you here, it's my own opinion That's it." Mr. Huang said this as an apology.

People said so, Qingchuan did not directly refuse, he thought it was strange, "Are you so sure that I can defeat your grandson? No text is first and no second, art and literature It's the same, very subjective, it's not good to say." After seeing his semi-finished product, how can you be sure that he is the one who can sharpen his grandson's temperament?

The old man Huang laughed, "You know it as soon as you shoot, you said that you only studied carefully for two years, I can't see it, you can only feel like this when you touch the mud." Stopped, "With such good conditions, why don't you want to go to the entertainment industry?"

It felt like a good clay sculpture smearing a pigsty.

"I love acting."

Mr. Huang sighed heavily, "Yes, you won't make money doing this, you won't be famous or profitable. There are only one in tens of thousands of people who can be famous."

He's right, as long as he can do anything else, he won't do it. It's really not profitable, tired and dirty. It's rare to see young people as persistent as his grandson. Thinking of this, Qingchuan felt a little pity for the younger generation in the clay sculpture industry.

"Master, if I strike hard, you won't blame me, will you?"

Huh? Listening to this means you agreed?

Qingchuan looked at the work room, "I like acting, but if there are young people who like to play in the mud and are willing to play in the mud, that's a good thing." It's not easy, Qingchuan treasures talents.

Old man Huang was overjoyed, "How can I blame you? The more ruthless the better, if you are not ruthless, I don't know how big this world is. ... Are you about the same age as my grandson? Other young people? If you want me to say, your talent is rare, it's a pity."

"It's not me, the easy-going young man is not the opponent of my little treasure. But you, for sure!"

"This kid won an award last year, and he floated wildly. Look at those works, they look good, they have no soul, they are like vases from a factory, and they can be made by other masters. the vase?"

Mr. Huang shook his head, suddenly thought of something, and put a note to Qingchuan.

"What is this?"

"Remuneration." The old man said, "His father is a director, so the filming is okay, I don't like watching it, but young people like it. Don't you like acting? Professional counterpart."

I have never heard of such a professional counterpart. Qing Chuan smiled and opened the note: Miao Hui, there is a string of numbers on the back.

Miao Hui, whose name is listed on Baidu, was selected as the best foreign language film at the Oscars last year. He is a very successful commercial director and one of the most famous directors today. A great director that Xia Yueming, who belonged to the peak traffic period of that year, couldn't even touch it.

This is a bit heavy.

It is equivalent to a signed check without filling in the numbers. Although it is not possible to directly ask for a movie actor with a lion's mouth, it is no problem to rub against a male three male four. If Director Wang's drama comes out, his fame will rise again, and the second male lead is not unthinkable.

The second male is enough, what if I get the Oscar? One has to have dreams.

This old man Huang sells his son-in-law neatly, he likes it.

Qingchuan took the note and sent it to the door, why not?

The two parties said they would compare, and they would definitely compare. It was agreed that the folk masters would come here to learn from the masters, but this time it was the artists who came to play in the hall. This kind of transformation has always caused controversy and attention. The director imagined that it was a wonderful and suffocating picture.

'Old craft' is hot, and it can be even hotter.

The competition time is set for tomorrow, because Qingchuan said that we must do a good job of 'child fishing' first, and make a good start. The guests who thought they had said goodbye to squeezing mud had no choice but to come back bitterly, discussing tomorrow's game while squeezing.

Qing Chuan lowered his head to deal with the texture of the clothes, and suddenly felt the maliciousness that was so strong that he wanted to kill him, and raised his head suddenly, the look in Xiao Yi's eyes that he hurriedly avoided.

'Are you unhappy watching me grab attention? Like going back in time? ' Qing Chuan gave him a meaningful look and lowered his head again.

Some people are indeed born to be stars, and even a back figure is the brightest one in the crowd.

In the past, Xiao Yi was shrouded and tortured by this feeling, and now, he will be shrouded and tortured by Qingchuan again.

'Am I ever better than you? ’

Xiao Yi's soul was bitten by poisonous insects, and the pain was unbearable. He thought of his left trousers pocket, where there was a square box, very small, and there was a small black bean-like bug in the box.

In the room filled with strange fragrance, the beautiful woman told him:

"Attach it to the personal belongings of the person you want to deal with, and it will naturally wake up in the middle of the night." She smiled mysteriously, and handed the square box to him with her jade-like fingers.

"What will happen?" Xiao Yi remembered that his voice was still trembling at that time, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear.

"In the end, you don't have to worry about it. Anyway, this person will no longer be an obstacle for you in the future, and no one will find you. All inspection results will only show: the organ is natural Exhausted. Too bad, isn't it?"

Yeah, unfortunately…

Thinking of what the woman said, Xiao Yi's fingers trembled slightly.

Not fear, but excitement.

The first success gave him strong confidence. If it weren't for the high cost, he would have wanted to use it for all his opponents, and Xia Yueming was the biggest enemy he wanted to get rid of. , is the huge stone pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

"Xiao Yi, are you alright?" Wang Chao saw that his expression was different and stepped forward to ask.

Xiao Yi glanced sideways at Wang Chao, revealing the first smile after arriving here.

"Chao brother, I'm fine now, very good."

Wang Chao's hair suddenly stood up, and he was instinctively scared, but looking at it again, Xiao Yi smiled normally, probably because he thought too much

There is no need to guess the result of the final group match, the Qingchuan group takes the lead. The investor will provide a 100,000 charitable fund to donate to a children's disease treatment fund in their names. This is also a popular reward method in many variety shows today.

According to the normal process, even if this episode is over, they should leave for the city, where there is a hotel reserved for them by the program team. But because of the small accident of the game, I had to change it. I can't go back to the city. Let's enjoy the country night.

Mr. Huang's house has no extra guest rooms, but there are B&Bs nearby. After the road was opened, farmhouses began to develop here, and B&Bs came into being under this circumstance. So the program team temporarily booked a homestay. Of course, the conditions were not very good, but none of the guests said anything.

The night in the countryside is very quiet and dark, only the stars in the sky are twinkling.

The residents here go to bed early, and they are used to this kind of work and rest. The program crew from the hustle and bustle of the city didn't quite get used to it. They couldn't sleep for a while, so they just wanted to have some fun.

They haven't seen fireflies for a long time, and the last time I don't know was a few years ago.

"There are few fireflies here, but there are more fireflies in Liyu Lake, like a galaxy in the sky. At that time, many people came to see the fireflies by car. But now the weather has started When it gets colder, there will be fewer fireflies." The proprietress told them.

But a few people still wanted to see it.

Qing Chuan nodded, "Let's go together, I'll put things in the room first."

Xiao Yi said that he was a little uncomfortable and wanted to go to bed earlier. The two elderly people also said that they would not participate in the games of young people. Therefore, only Wang Chao, Qingchuan and Jiang Xue went to Liyutan, and the driver of the program group expressed their willingness to take them on a ride.

In fact, it's only eight o'clock now, in the city, it's far from bedtime.

He has already checked before, and there are no monitors and candid photography equipment. This is the quality of an artist, and you must have this safety awareness wherever you go.

As soon as the door closed, Xiao Yi's face showed secret joy, and he laughed silently.

He said he wanted to go to bed earlier, but he didn't. He first reported the situation to his manager. Originally, I wanted to say, "Maybe Xia Yueming already knew it was him", but after thinking it was unnecessary, the photo disappeared from the Internet. Even if it didn't disappear, 'Xia Yueming' probably wouldn't survive that time.

The agent over there felt that Xiao Yi's mood was unexpectedly peaceful at the moment, he felt something was wrong, and he couldn't tell.

"You didn't do anything extra behind my back, did you?" The agent confirmed the matter again. Xiao Yi's good mood is too strange, how could he still have such a peaceful mind when he meets Xia Yueming? Not normal, weird.

"No, Ah Kuan has been following me, if I do something, he will tell you." Xiao Yi continued to laugh, no one would know what he did, nor any evidence. He knew he was too happy, but he couldn't hide it.

Xia Yueming was lucky last time, but she just broke her leg. This time, it should be over.

Xiao Yi laughed in his heart: Is it bad to live like a mouse? You have to run away, you brought it on yourself.

The agent on the other end could not find any evidence, so he was skeptical, and he was afraid that he would be rebellious by saying too much. In the end, he could only say: "Then you have a good rest."

"Hmm."

After hanging up, he opened the forum.

The matter about that photo is still being discussed on the Internet, but the storm is slowly subsiding. There are no photos, no hard evidence, and no one deliberately hype. This kind of news will automatically disappear from people's sight in a day or two.

Today's good things come one after another.

Xiao Yi hummed a song and went to take a shower. When he walked out of the bathroom door in a bathrobe, he was stunned. He saw Qingchuan sitting on his bed.

Qing Chuan was wearing the daytime clothes, holding Xiao Yi's mobile phone in his hand and opening it, seeing him come out, he smiled very kindly.

"Good evening, Xiao Yi."

"?!"

"You can call and see if you die faster or if I'm found faster."

Xiao Yi came out wearing a bathrobe, but when Qingchuan twisted it onto the bed, the bathrobe came apart and there was nothing inside. Qing Chuan pressed one knee on the bed, condescendingly, one hand pressed down on his neck, and the other held a knife.

However, Xiao Yi, who was pressed on the bed, could not feel the slightest charm of the perpetrator. He was sweating coldly, and no matter what, he did not understand how Qingchuan appeared in his room silently.

The icy blade was sticking to his throat, and he could feel the chill brought by the weapon when he breathed.

Xiao Yi was afraid of death, especially afraid, so he did not dare to move.

"Do you remember this thing?" Qing Chuan continued to press the opponent's throat with the knife, and took out a metal pendant with the other hand, "You gave it to me."

Xiao Yi had a strong desire to survive, he laughed dryly, "Yes, yes, don't you like it?"

"If I didn't like it, I wouldn't be in a car accident, would I?"

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? You won't misunderstand anything, right?" Xiao Yi's expression was pleading, and he spoke intermittently: "This is a very ordinary pendant, If you don't believe it, put it on me. If something unfortunate happens, it happens to me."

Qing Chuan looked at him without speaking.

Xiao Yi swallowed her saliva, "I know, after your accident, I did feel sorry for you, and you should hate me. But, I really don't know that you were in a car accident."

"You know?" Qingchuan looked at him and laughed, "Your acting skills are much better than then. Sure enough, the great terror between life and death will stimulate people's potential. This The pendant is tailor-made for me, what's the use of hanging it on you? Is it?"

'He really knew...' Xiao Yi's heart lingered with this thought, and his heart suddenly cooled. Since he can find a warlock, then Xia Yueming can of course.

"Calm down." Xiao Yi gasped, sweat dripping from his forehead, "Even if you kill me, will you do any good? Your legs are just right, Director Wang's scene was not filmed. Finish…"

Qingchuan meal.

At this time, Xiao Yi did not know where the strength came from, he pushed Qingchuan away, grabbed the door and fled, shouting, "Xia Yueming killed! Xia Yueming killed!"

Xiao Yi's bathrobe was pressed on the bed, he just ran out like a newborn baby.

Qing Chuan laughed silently as he watched him run out.

He was wearing nothing, just ran out like this, screaming in horror from the waiter in the corridor, and then many people came directly, including the staff of the homestay, and their show team, All gathered in this short corridor.

Even the two guests who were about to fall asleep came out.

Someone turned on the phone directly, looking excited.

Everyone was surprised when they saw Xiao Yi's appearance, "What's going on?"

Xiao Yicai realized that he was not wearing anything, he screamed, "Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Xiao Yi's assistant A Kuan was next door, and immediately brought the bathrobe over, Xiao Yi put on the bathrobe and shivered while pointing at the wide open door, "Xia Yueming, Xia Yueming is going to kill I!"

Huh?

They all felt inexplicable, because they watched the three of Qingchuan leave ten minutes ago, and they haven't come back yet, where did 'Xia Yueming' come from? Is this a horror movie or a detective movie? Or a prank?

Several tall and big staff squeezed to the door to see, there was no one inside, the small room was not stuffed with a big man's cabinet and box, they even went to the bathroom, the same thing nothing.

The homestay has safety glass windows, which are locked so that children cannot squeeze out.

Xiao Yi has always emphasized that it is not dazzling, but he searched the room carefully, inside and out, and found nothing. The other people looked at him differently.

"It's Xia Yueming! It's really Xia Yueming!" He would never admit it wrong.

Looking at Xiao Yi's nervous madness, the director had no choice but to call Wang Chao, "Is Yueming there?"

"Yueming? Yueming, the director is looking for you." Then, Xia Yueming's voice appeared over there, "Director, what's the matter?" He seemed to be having a good time listening to his voice.

The moment the voice of 'Xia Yueming' appeared, Xiao Yi was completely wrong, how could it be possible?

"It's okay, you have a game tomorrow, come back early to rest."

"Okay, I know the director."

The director hung up the phone and looked at Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi's face was paler than in the morning, then quickly congested and turned red, "I really see Xia Yueming."

No one believed him, not even his assistant A Kuan. They suspected that either Xiao Yi was mentally abnormal, or he took some medicine that caused hallucinations.

The director patted him on the shoulder, "Is it a dream? You should rest early."

A Kuan kept apologizing to people, saying that Xiao Yi was tired and had nightmares or something, but Xiao Yi was in a trance, not knowing where he was, whether it was a dream or reality.

A Kuan brought people to his room, he laid the floor, and made do with one night.

Both of them forgot to tell the agent, but Xiao Yi realized that someone might have filmed that scene and posted it on the Internet yesterday, it was too late. Before dawn, the Internet was already full of news that "the popular traffic Xiao Yi had a sudden hysteria, referring to Xia Yueming's intention to kill".

Several videos from different angles, with pictures and sounds. From the moment he ran out like this, to the final call from the director to confirm, there was a beginning and a tail, no cutting and piecing together.

Then Xia Yueming's car accident and Xiao Yi's ungrateful actions after that were pulled together. Various conspiracy theories began to appear, such as Xiao Yi being a thief with a guilty conscience, such as Xiao Yi's potential mental illness, and some people even suspected that Xiao Yi was taking drugs.

The agent was so angry that he lost his temper. He asked for nothing, except that Xiao Yi could finish recording this episode quietly.

Qingchuan slept very well and did not dream. He took out the little paper man in his pocket, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the wastebasket.

When washing, Qingchuan felt that he was too bright and refreshed in the mirror. After thinking about it, he rubbed his eyes with his hands before walking out the door.

Today's atmosphere is particularly embarrassing, even the most brilliant acting skills can't hide the embarrassment.

Wang Chao saw Qingchuan come out and greeted him. He just found out about this last night, and then he put the photo of the three of them in Liyu Lake in the circle of friends. It is very clear what his position is.

"Thank you, Super Brother."

Wang Chao looked at the corners of his slightly red eyes and sighed, "Let's go, let's have breakfast."

Xiao Yi came out at the back. His condition was very bad. Early in the morning, his assistant borrowed a car and went out to buy cold medicine. It seems that I stood naked for a while and froze for a while, and now my nose has been snorting, and my nose is red.

Fortunately, today is the match between Qingchuan and the grandson of Mr. Huang, and there is no role for Xiao Yi.

Although the news came out yesterday, it may have been immortal.

Many fans couldn't stand it, they were attracted by Xiao Yi's "melancholy literature and art", but the person on the video looked like a lunatic who ran out of a mental hospital. Xiao Yi broke the perfection in the hearts of fans, and he began to lose fans on a slide.

Xiao Yi and 'Xia Yueming' have completely turned over, and fans on both sides have become mortal enemies, and hatred is locked.

It takes five minutes to drive from the homestay to Mr. Huang's old house.

Qing Chuan and Xiao Yi used to be the front and rear seats, but now one is in the front left and the other is in the back right. Qing Chuan didn't talk much, Xiao Yi kept sneezing, and the after-effects came last night, everyone was consciously separating Qing Chuan and Xiao Yi.

Two old actors who were originally partial, plus Jiang Xue, a crowd of onlookers who naturally sympathized with the weak, Wang Chao who was a little protective. Even if you can't show too strong expressions in front of the camera, everyone's inclinations need not be said.

Xiao Yi had been sorry to Qingchuan before, but now he is here, which makes people look down on him even more.

There is a saying that netizens are right, even if it is a nightmare, if it is not a guilty conscience, how can you be scared like this?

Others can see it, and Xiao Yi can also feel it. He wiped his nose with a tissue while thinking desperately about countermeasures.

Qingchuan is a special guest and can go back today, but Xiao Yi is not. He is a regular guest of this season. He has been in the program group this month, but the program group is up and down, from the director When he arrived at the guests, everyone said that his favorability value was negative, and he was still carrying the pot of hysteria...

The more Xiao Yi thought about it, the more irritable he became.

He is sure that he is not hysterical, let alone hallucinations, how did he do it? This kind of unknowing method... He immediately thought of Warlock.

A warlock is helping Xia Yueming?

A group of people have arrived at the old mansion of Mr. Huang, and they found a familiar but unexpected person.

"Director Miao, why are you here?" The director was very surprised. That's right, it is Miao Hui, a regular member of the billion-dollar club.

"I heard that the child is playing against someone, and it happens to be nearby, so come and see."

Children? They turned to the cold-faced young man, who really looked alike. So, Mr. Huang is the father-in-law of director Miao Hui? Everyone was surprised, and even the eyes they looked at Qingchuan, another participant, were different.

Competing with the son of the big director, and putting it on TV, they don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing for Qingchuan.

Qingchuan stood in the outer circle, just followed the crowd and called 'Director Miao', and there was no more.

The old man Huang looked unhappy, "I said that you came to destroy the atmosphere, what are you doing? Let Xiaobao have a peace of mind, can you?"

Director Miao Hui is so good, he can only touch his nose in front of his father-in-law and listen obediently: Yes, father, everything you say is right.

Everyone arrived, and began to announce the rules of the game:

The competition lasted for three hours. Both of them used finely carved clay, which was quick and easy to shape. As for the topic, Mr. Huang and the program team discussed together, "Song of Life".

A very literary topic, in fact, the scope is very wide, and there is little possibility of errors and deviations.

Just before the official competition, both of them put on aprons and were ready to start. Director Miao Hui suddenly said to his son, "If you lose this time, come back and learn to film with me."

The young man sneered and looked at Qingchuan, "If I lose, I will worship you as my teacher, and I will follow you wherever you go, make the bed and fold the quilt."

Everyone asked: What are these father and son doing? This is too embarrassing, isn't it? Winning is neither losing nor losing.

They couldn't help but sympathize with Chiyu, who was affected, why are they so unlucky?

Qingchuan didn't care, Mr. Huang drove Director Miao Hui outside and announced the start, and he began to observe the piece of sludge in his hand.

The sludge is hard at room temperature, but the temperature of the hand will melt it, so be careful when carving details. However, in three hours, it was too late to describe the entire work in detail. Qingchuan had some small ideas.

The contrast between the virtual and the real can sometimes better reflect the theme.

He moved very quickly, and the sludge flakes flew down like small snowflakes, as if he didn't need any consideration of time. The young man was still thinking about the shape, but he didn't really do it. Qingchuan could vaguely see a human figure.

The young man was also a little anxious, and he picked up the carving knife.

Overlapped on the lower abdomen, there was a faint smile on his face.

In its chest, there is a small square, I don't know what Qingchuan is going to do.

He repaired the lying human figure again, it still looked vague, but added some details, and suddenly felt that this was probably a man sleeping in joy, if A vague smile appeared on its face, with a sense of satisfaction and happiness.

Qing Chuan began to carve the small squares on the chest, and as the sludge slipped, they saw what it was carving—a rose.

Each petal is as thin as a snowflake, clearly carved from oil mud, and looks so pitiful that a gust of wind can blow it off at any time.

At this time, the young man also completed his own work, a girl holding an apple, very beautiful and very cute. However, he looked at Qing Chuan's vague human form, and then looked at his own, and suddenly stretched out his hand and smashed his work into pieces.

There is no need to compare.

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These two works, the first one is meticulous and beautiful, but you can finish it at a glance, the second one doesn't seem to have the figurative image of the former, but you stop and want to take a closer look, every time Every angle has a different feeling.

Love came out of my heart and smiled like a flower.

When you hold it, love is surging in your heart, you and your partner seem to feel the friendship from each other.

Special items.

"What's its name?" Director Miao Hui, who was driven out by Mr. Huang, did not know when to squeeze aside, and leaned forward to take a closer look at the statue.

Mr. Huang pushed him out, "It's nothing to do with you, let's go."

Qingchuan didn't know what to think, his eyes were slightly bent, and the sweet fragrance was blown by the breeze, and the air was full of sweet fragrance.

"It's called Lover."

The author has something to say:When Wei Ge is away, I miss him.

Weige appeared, let's go, let Qingchuan be beautiful alone.

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