MTL - Good Man Operation Guide-Chapter 61 Artists who are too deep into the play (2)

"I think it's so good."

In the ward, when Chen Hao asked, Lin Shiheng smiled and picked up the teacup and handed it to his lips and took a sip. "The doctor said that my symptoms have not been alleviated, but it has been aggravated. The mood is always stable, maybe because I don't Rejection turns yourself into another person."

Chen Hao is a big one and two big, "Hang Heng, what do you think, how can a good person become another person?"

"Why not."

Lin Shiheng raised his eyes slightly, and he looked at him with a little narrow scorpion. When he looked at people like this, it would make people feel a bit fierce. Now, when they look at it, they only have a gentleness.

Even when I talked, I was always in a hurry and didn’t worry. "My memory is still there, then I have always been me."

"Although it may be weird to say this, Yi Qing is indeed better than me, no matter from which aspect."

Chen Hao stared at the brother in front of him, and he was persuaded to persuade him to go back. His heart even came up with a feeling that "Hang Heng is right, it seems that this is completely correct."

"Yes, but you are yourself, Yi Qing is just a character written by the writer."

"But he was written very well, isn't it?"

Lin Shiheng put down the teacup, and his lips always kept politely swayed. Even though he wore modern clothes, his hair was short hair, but when he was sitting in danger, Chen Hao almost thought he saw an ancient noble son.

"Before, can you imagine that I get up at six in the morning and then run for two hours?"

Chen Hao "Who can do this."

Even if their work is destined to keep them in good shape, it is a nightmare to get up at six o'clock.

"Then you can imagine, I cook myself and make breakfast for myself."

"I remember that you cooked it once three years ago, and it ruined the kitchen of my rental house. We were dragged out by the landlord to be homeless in the middle of the night."

“Hey.” Lin Shiheng smiled lightly. “The skill of my fried kitchen didn’t fade. It’s just a porridge.”

"Although I can't help but cook it myself, it's okay, the gentleman is far from the kitchen."

Chen Hao’s mouth twitching, can look at the friend who is obviously satisfied with the current situation in front of him, or very uncomfortable with the phrase “Since all the gentlemen are far away, you still cook porridge.”

"The gentleman is far from the kitchen. Mencius praised Qi Xuanwang for not killing. It is not that the gentleman doesn't mean to cook. I just cook a porridge, and what does it have to do with the kitchen?"

Chen Hao ""

He is now not only twitching at the corner of his mouth, but also twitching his eyes.

"Where are you from here? Don't tell me this is what you dreamed of."

"Ah, these are not."

Lin Shiheng got up and picked up the books on the bedside table. He took a patted shot and handed it to him.

"This is Mencius. I just read it and saw it from inside. If you like it, you can take it."

"There are a lot of good things in it. After reading it, I really figured out a lot about the past."

Chen Hao took the book with a dull gaze.

Open two pages and look awkward.

"Brothers seem to be traditional characters, but also with classical Chinese."

"After all, it is an ancient book. Of course, you have to look at the original version to have a feeling. Do you want to see the vernacular version? I don't have it here, but I have a lot of interest in this group, or else I will help you buy it. A vernacular version, or if you look at this book first, there is nothing you can ask me."

"No, no more."

Chen Hao repeatedly waved his hand and put the book on his hand back into Lin Shiheng's arms. "You don't know that my liberal arts has been not good. It is enough to worry about the back line. You can bypass me."

Lin Shiheng smiled with a good temper, cherished the book and put it back in the drawer.

Chen Hao looked at his pair of books and looked at his mother. He was awful. "Are you sure that you are really okay? You used to prefer to do pull-ups and not read books."

"In the past, I just thought that reading a book was meaningless. Recently, because of the need for treatment, all the networks around me have been cut off. Of course, it seems that there is a different feeling when reading a book."

Lin Shiheng put the book on, and sat back, with a gentle smile on his face, and Chen Hao, who was laughing, was awkward.

"You really are my brother, you won't be worn by an ancient person."

The face of the handsome man sitting oppositely raised slightly, screaming at the corner of his mouth, "Nothing is wrong."

"Oh my god"

Chen Hao is going to shake off the goose bumps.

"Can you talk well, I always feel that I am talking to an ancient person, weird."

“It’s just a change of lifestyle, and your ability to accept is greatly reduced.”

Lin Shiheng finished with a positive tone, as if suddenly thought of something, added a sentence "In fact, you said that I am an ancient person is also true, according to the doctor's words, I now have the effect of Yi Qing."

"But before you said it, it is just a fictional character. Since it is fictitious, that is, it never exists, there is no modern person."

Chen Hao was fainted, but fortunately he quickly gave back with his strong sense of responsibility to the brothers.

"He is an ancient person in the script. Although you said nothing, I don't think how to feel abnormal. Brothers, I take medicine well, and I can't cure it."

Lin Shiheng looked the same, but still used the attitude that people felt very comfortable, and reached out and pushed the cup to Chen Hao.

"He was created. I am the only one who interprets him. Whether it is on the Internet or in people's memory, Yi Qing is me. I am Yi Qing, like Zhuang Sheng Meng Die, is Zhou Zhuang Mengdie, or Butterfly Dream Zhouzhuang, who can tell this clearly, since Yi Qing is me, Lin Shiheng is also me, why are you so clear?"

Chen Hao has been stupid.

As I said before, his liberal arts has not been very good. Don't talk about classical Chinese. Lin Shiheng's words to him are enough to make him turn his head.

"Yes, but you don't treat it. If you are serious in the future, you can forget the news that the foreign star had depression."

"Isn't that awkward? It's a question of the character itself. I will pay attention to the script in the future. Try to choose a good person, so that you don't have this problem again."

"Yes, but"

"Right, I learned to play the guzheng during this time. Do you want to listen to it? After I learn it, I have to play it for a while every day. I feel that the whole mentality has stabilized. It is very effective. If you are interested, I will teach. My teacher introduced it to you."

Chen Hao can't."

If you remember correctly, that Yi Qing is especially good at playing the guzheng.

"I remember that you wouldn't play the guzheng before. When the filming was taken, the director specially found a teacher who would teach the guzheng to teach you gestures."

Lin Shiheng smiled and stopped the action, slowly put down his hand, lifted a smile, gentle gentleman.

"Yes, the teacher I was looking for is the one in the crew. He is a very good teacher."

Chen Hao’s mind immediately rang. After the Guzheng teacher left the crew, Lin Shiheng rushed to him. The teacher’s old-fashioned figure seemed to have passed through the ancient times. When an action was not done, he roared with a pair of eyes, and he could not pick up his sleeves. The look of the handcuffs.

It’s just a few months, it’s a good teacher.

Sure enough, it’s crazy.

Chen Hao trembled and recalled the guzheng sound he had just heard. Although he felt that his brother was crazy, he had to say that Lin Shiheng played really well and couldn’t see it for only a few months.

At this moment, his crazy brother is still looking at him with anticipation and restraint. "How?"

Chen Haoqi clap, a rainbow fart "good, good, very good, brother you play really good"

Lin Shiheng really smiled and smiled, very embarrassed.

When Chen Hao just breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly said, "I just wanted to express that the first thing I want to express is the broad mountain river."

His voice is very nice, gentle and magnetic, as if it contains infinite tenderness, and the words of export are more orderly and orderly, not too slow.

Commonly known, the ear can be pregnant.

But in Chen Hao's ear, all the words are transferred to two words.

Barabala Barabala

Barabala Barabala

He lowered his head in pain and was so unbearable.

It seems to be the pain of listening to the Chinese class when I returned to high school.

The teacher is very serious about speaking. He is also listening very seriously, but he can’t understand a word.

If Lin Shiheng got this out, he had already slap on the back of his head, but now he is facing Yi Linheng when he is not in a normal spirit. Chen Hao endured by his brotherhood. Come down.

I have been patient until Lin Shiheng’s satisfaction is over. He coughs and tries to make his expression look normal.

"Then, now, in addition to running in the morning, cooking, cooking, and learning to play the guzheng, what else is different?"

Under the sun, the man who looked more beautiful and looks good slightly frowned and shook his head gently.

Chen Hao sighed with relief.

Ok, still his brother

However, in order to be on the safe side, he asked again, "Those of the Yiqing Club, such as swordsmanship, playing chess, and medical skills, you will not be."

Lin Shiheng shook his head, and when Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at him with grateful eyes.

"You reminded me, I am Yi Qing, how can I not?"

The smile of Chen Hao’s mouth is getting stiffer.

"It’s really boring to practice the guzheng every day. I will practice the ones you just said."

Chen Hao ""

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

He tried to hypnotize himself, even if his brother’s brain was not normal, it was his brother.

"Right, I have been running for two hours every morning recently. I feel a lot of energy. You don't always feel weak and not as good as us."

Chen Hao ""

You go, you are not my brother.

Just as he was in a state of mind, Lin Shiheng picked up a mobile phone and sat behind him, taking a picture.

"Since it's back, let's tell the fans, it's not good to worry about them."

Chen Hao did not respond to it. "You tell the fans to shoot yourself, shoot me what to do."

"Let you help me forward it."

When the ancient people of Lin were like Yuzi, they used the most standard sitting posture to sit straight, and the slender fingertips skillfully clicked on the screen.

"The assistant said that I haven't appeared for a long time. Most of the fans may be zombie powder, just as you are, by the way, bring me the atmosphere."

Although this is not at all polite, but it is not so sinister, it is not like a living person. Chen Hao’s disgusting swearing has not seen you bring me the atmosphere, but he has very good time to pick up the mobile phone. I intend to forward him a wave.

As a result, when I opened the photo, I saw it as a face of a big pie.

Although the five senses are still handsome, but the big pie face is enough for him to break directly.

Looking at Lin Shiheng in the back, I was very eager to put my face behind, and it seemed that his face was small and not very spirited.

In general, one sentence is rather tragic.

This familiar way of opening.

Familiar tricks.

Chen Hao violently, and once he gave it to his friend, he had a thunder.

"Why do you become Yi Qing or this urine?"

The face is violent, but the heart is completely relaxed.

The sea can be dry, the stone can be rotten, and Lin Shiheng’s mischief will not change.

Even if it became Yi Qing, I changed my personality.

That is also his brother