Back to 80s: Hot wife goes crazy

Song Yanran only thought that Tang Xueli was joking and did not continue to discuss the issue.

The club's debate is not to win or lose, but to pursue the extension of thinking and broaden the mind.

The debate was fierce and the rebuttal was sharp, but no one got angry or angry. After the debate, everyone was in a good mood. When they sat down, they would praise the other party for a certain sentence that was well said, and some people would briefly review it.

There is no host for the event, but there are still people to maintain the scene.

Lu Xiaoping is an active member of the newspaper office, and Hua Minghe is the oldest and most respected person here. They will push the progress and control the rhythm in a timely manner.

A debate heated up the atmosphere. The drinkers drank until they were just right. There was a faint smell of alcohol in the room, mixed with the smell of various wines, but it was not unpleasant at all.

It is also mixed with the aroma of melon seeds and peanuts, the milky and sweet aroma of various candies, and the refreshing aroma of apples and pears.

People who haven't drank feel inexplicably tipsy.

Hua Minghe arranged for the people who had prepared the show to go up and perform it.

The first person to take the stage was Lu Xiaoping. He played the heroine Nora and performed wonderful excerpts from "A Doll's House" brilliantly, winning a round of applause.

Song Yanran was simply stunned.

Tang Xueli closed her mouth gently, smiled, and said, "The saliva is about to flow out."

Song Yanran quickly pursed her lips and swallowed, "Sister Xueli, it's over, I'm so nervous, my stomach seems to be twisting."

"Drink some water." There was a thermos bottle with hot water on the aisle, and Tang Xueli gave Song Yanran a cup of warm water.

"How about I do it again next time..." Song Yanran flinched a little.

"You can act whenever you want." Tang Xueli looked at her, "But you will still be so nervous next time."

If you want to be an actor, it is very necessary to exercise more.

How can you make progress if you always retreat?

Song Yanran held the cup and sipped the water in small sips.

At this time, a new performance started on the stage.

Tang Xueli looked up and was surprised to find that the person was Hua Fang.

Hua Fang changed his posture and instantly turned into a vivid monkey.

The little monkey stole a peach and ruined the Queen Mother's peach banquet. Then he stole the golden elixir refined by the Supreme Lord, and finally escaped from the heavenly palace.

Hua Fang performed a brief segment of "Havoc in Heaven" for about 5 minutes. He shook his head and tail, jumped up and down, his eyes were agile, and his feet were as agile as springs.

Hua Fang's performance shocked everyone.

He has not come to club activities many times. Counting, this should be the third time.

At first glance, it seemed that he had been forcibly captured by his grandfather Hua Minghe.

For the first two times, Hua Fang only sat in a fixed position in the front row, listening to everyone talk and watching everyone perform. It was very quiet.

I didn't expect that when I came on stage, I would behave like this.

When he was performing, he was confident and generous, and he even looked like he was enjoying himself. But when he walked off the stage to the applause and cheers, his face suddenly turned red, and his ears and neck were all red.

"Thank you, everyone, please stop clapping." Hua Fang waved his hands to everyone, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Fangzi, you are hiding so much!"

"I have to do another section next time. I haven't seen enough."

Lu Xiaoping asked loudly: "Fangzi, what else do you want to act? Let's make one together later, can it be done?"

Hua Fang was embarrassed to refuse, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I can play anything."

This is his way of relieving stress.

Usually the pressure is too much, so he has many ways to relieve stress.

Planting flowers, playing with cats, walking birds, running, frying melon seeds, mopping the floor, doing push-ups, listening to the radio, listening to theater, climbing, shouting, and performing.

He had previously locked the bedroom door at home and performed in front of the mirror, and occasionally performed for his grandfather. This was the first time he performed on stage in front of everyone.

Although I am very nervous and my heart beats very fast, the decompression effect is also very good.

"How do you feel?" Hua Minghe asked his grandson.Hua Fang's eyes were moist with excitement and looked bright, "Very good."

The old man smiled and said, "You don't need me to persuade you next time, right?"

Hua Fang smiled slightly and said, "I'll come when I have time."

Hua Minghe came here to relieve his boredom. Being with young people made him feel that he still had energy.

But he could tell that besides him, the other regular visitors came here to relax and vent.

Those who don't like it or don't adapt to it usually come once or twice and then stop showing up.

Everyone chatted for a while, and after three drinks, the small auditorium became more lively, and the voices were a little louder than at the beginning.

Lu Xiaoping stood on the chair, swaying slightly and asked: "Who can go up and perform another part?"

"New friends, do you want to say something?" The person making the noise was a reporter from the newspaper.

Lu Bingbing was familiar with him, and they often quarreled, so they laughed and said, "What did you say? Do you need to scold me again?"

The man laughed and said, "You can make me laugh out loud!"

Even in the presence of the president, he did not dare to be too presumptuous and spoke very carefully.

Tang Xueli waved her hands and said she had nothing to say.

She had a decent smile on her face, but she also had a sense of distance that made it difficult to get close, so no one tried to persuade her.

Song Yanran recited silently in her heart: One two three, one two three, one two three!Then she mustered up the courage to stand up and said, "I'll do it! I'll perform a part!"

Tang Xueli glanced at the cup in her hand. Just as she turned to talk to Lu Bingbing, Song Yanran's cup turned into red wine.

It seems that drinking has emboldened me.

Tang Xueli patted Song Yanran on the shoulder, smiled and encouraged: "Go ahead, you'll be fine."

Song Yanran rubbed her face and walked onto the stage.

"Please be quiet later! Please!"

After saying that, she stopped smiling.

The audience gradually became quiet.

Song Yanran had been brewing for a few seconds, and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, almost as if they were about to fall.

Everyone quickly realized that she was playing "Dai Yu Buries Flowers".

Tang Xueli glanced at the "Dream of Red Mansions" she gave to Song Yanran on the chair next to her, and immediately understood why Song Yanran was so surprised before and said that she was amazing.

What a coincidence!
The five-to-six-minute performance was full of emotions and very layered. It made several people cry.

Even Mr. Hua Minghe's eyes turned red.

Song Yanran usually smiles and always looks carefree. Everyone thought she would play a funny part, but unexpectedly, she performed such a sad and delicate part.

And he acted so well.

There was silence in the small auditorium throughout the whole process, except for Song Yanran's chanting and singing.

The performance ends while the performer is still in emotion.

The audience in the audience could not recover for a long time.

It wasn't until someone slowly clapped that the sadness was broken.

The applause became more and more, louder and louder.

Song Yanran smiled and walked back to her seat.

Her heart was pounding, and everything felt like a dream.

Although she has already made a movie, the feeling of facing the camera, listening to the director's requirements, and performing a short sequence over and over again is completely different from the feeling of being on stage.

She likes both of these feelings, but she has to say that performing on stage is more exciting. It is an enjoyment that people who have never experienced it can never imagine.