The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 117 Rescue

Lao Guo still didn't believe it, so he flipped through a few pages and checked with Huo Yunting again.

After thinking about it for a while, Huo Yunting immediately confronted him.

It seems that when I was learning English before, I recited words and learned grammar in my dream every night, and my brain became better and better, and my memory became better and better.

Hearing Huo Yunting's ups and downs holding the song, Gao Fengren was dumbfounded.

Didn't you say he was an actor?How can you say that there is still a hand in cross talk?

Is this someone's talent, or is it that he just doesn't work hard?

For a while, Gao Feng suffered quite a blow in his heart.

After a few more conversations with Lao Guo, Huo Yunting sat back on the chair again, "Come on, you two continue, I won't bother you."

"Mr. Huo, you are not making fun of me."

Gao Feng smiled wryly, "You are more suitable than me to be this popular actor."

When Gao Feng spoke, Guo Degang no longer hesitated, his eyes glowed, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Huo, you know about this "A Dream of the Western Expedition", so can I ask you for a hand for today's match?"

Huo Yunting was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved his hands.

"Don't, I'm just watching cross talk, what can I do when it comes to cross talk."

"You are a good actor, and your script skills are definitely not bad. What's more, you are more familiar with "A Dream of the Western Expedition" than Gao Feng. You said that at this moment, who else can you turn to besides your brother?"

Gao Feng was also persuading, "Mr. Huo. You said that there are only two candidates for this one. If you are familiar with it, you must be better than me."

"When I went up, I was blindly favored. If I say a word wrong, this good start will become a bad start."

The corner of Huo Yunting's mouth twitched a few times, so I'm not afraid of saying the wrong words.

I wanted to say no again, but Lao Guo's eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

Huo Yunting was taken aback by him, so he reluctantly agreed, "All right, all right, if you think I'm suitable, then I'll go."

"Brother Huo!"

A small piece of black charcoal jumped up from the chair, landed in front of Huo Yunting and firmly held his hand.

"Brother Huo, brother depends on you today."

"Stop it, don't be poor, if you want me to do it, let's quickly match the lines."

"have to."

The two of them were facing the lines, and the noise in the front field grew louder and louder.

Looking at the watch, it was already seven o'clock, and it was estimated that the audience should have arrived.

"Teacher Guo, our headlights are going to be turned on at [-]:[-]."

A little girl with a tag around her neck hurried over and shouted, then left in a hurry.

Huo Yunting and Guo Degang looked at each other, one took a long breath, and the other took a long breath.

"Old Guo, let's go."

Guo Degang patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go."

At [-]:[-], the headlights were turned on, spotlighting the stage.The curtain opened, and Guo Degang in a black gown and Huo Yunting in a white gown came up from the backstage.

There are various flower bouquets on both sides of the stage, and there are several flower baskets on both sides of the table.

I don't know if it was sent by the audience or arranged in advance.

To be honest, before the two went on stage, Guo Degang thought about whether to give Huo Yunting a whole wig, beard or something.

After all, he now has green stubble, and there is still a hair on his head that hasn't grown, leaving a scar.

This face looks too sharp.

The sharpness is compelling.

This is to say that for cross talk, the appearance should be more rounded, and it is better to be smoother.

It's just that there is neither a wig nor a fake beard in the backstage, and it is too late to buy it, so Lao Guo had to give up.

When they got on stage, the bright lights hit their faces, and the two squinted their eyes for a while to get used to it.

"A lot of people came, I am very pleased."

"Looking at everyone makes me happy, some know me, some don't.

"I am different from them. They are talking about cross talk, but I am not talking about cross talk."

Huo Yunting pulled the microphone forward, "What about you?"

"I am a military strategist."

Guo Degang smiled and looked cheerful.

It's a pity that at this moment, probably only Huo Yunting beside him knows that Lao Guo has nothing in his heart.

These few paragraphs are all for him to ease his emotions.

Grinding his gun before the battle, he panicked.

Exhaling a foul breath, he exchanged a glance with Huo Yunting, and "A Dream of the Western Expedition" officially began.

Gao Feng under the stage sat in the middle of the first row, which was Huo Yunting's seat.

He was still holding the script of "A Dream of the Western Expedition" in his hand, and he read a paragraph when the two talked a few words.

I'm afraid that Mr. Huo suddenly forgot the words, so he can remind him from below.

Originally, Lao Guo didn't know the truth about this cross talk, but when he shook out his burdens, Huo Yunting answered fluently and won applause from all the halls.

His cheap brother can be regarded as an excellent rank whether it is a fan or an on-the-spot performance.

This heart falls into the stomach.

For a while, I felt a lot more relaxed.

"...I could count to my 90th birthday if it was a one-dollar bill."

"Replacing it with a steel coin can bury you."

"Hahaha!"

"Call-"

There is no such a flattering line in "A Dream of the Western Expedition", it was added by Huo Yunting himself.

Guo Degang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again.

Improving on the spot, actors also let themselves add words.

After all, the inspiration is just that moment, if you miss it, it will be gone.

With a flick of his hand, Lao Guo laughed and cursed, "Hit you with a wreath."

After saying this, before Guo Degang could react, Gao Feng, who had been staring at the audience, felt his heart skip a beat.

That's bad, Mr. Guo probably made a wrong word in nine out of ten cases.

He kept looking at the script book of "A Dream of the Western Expedition", but there was no such sentence in it.

The description was added by Mr. Guo.

Throwing a flower wreath is offensive. Can Mr. Huo match up?

Huo Yunting shook his head and smiled, "I'll make things difficult for you."

"Appreciate~"

"Call-"

There was another burst of shouts and whistles from the audience.

At this moment, Guo Degang also realized that he said the wrong word.

Originally I wanted to say flower baskets, but I made a mistake and said it was a wreath.

The cold sweat broke out in an instant, spreading all over his back.

Fortunately, fortunately, my cheap brother performed well on the spot.

Although Huo Yunting was smiling all over his face, he still had lingering fears in his heart.

Just now he was shaking his head and laughing again, so he gave himself this buffer time.

Lao Guo calmed down and didn't dare to say anything casually.

Can this sentence match the previous sentence, and can the next sentence also match the next sentence?

After all, Brother Huo is an actor by profession.

The burden in the back is not dangerous, although what I said is a little conservative, but it is not dangerous.

While the two were talking, Gao Feng in the audience suddenly glanced at the phone, bowed his waist and left quietly.

After the cross talk, Huo Yunting and Guo Degang stepped back and bowed slightly, and this "Dream of the Western Expedition" is considered to be over.

Hearing the deafening applause from the audience, Huo Yunting only felt a pain in his head, and hurried to the backstage.

As soon as he entered, he saw a long face.

"Hey, Brother Qian'er is here. Heroes are always the last to appear?"

Huo Yunting took off his gown and laughed and teased, but this time Yu Qian didn't have fun with him, so he grabbed his hand and shook it hard a few times.

His eyes are full of seriousness.

"Brother Huo, I owe you a favor."

(End of this chapter)