"..."

"That's not necessarily true. I'm always afraid that my father will come back. You are very busy, so..."

As Xu Rong walked under the light, sporadic inexplicable sounds of surprise gradually sounded from the audience, and then, bursts of noises like turning pages of books arose, as if a hornet's nest had been poked.

Faced with the sudden change, Zhu Xiaopeng couldn't help but panic, but fortunately, he still read out the lines completely: "You, don't you know that your mother is sick?"

"Why does your brother care about my illness?"

"mom!"

Xu Rong watched the two of them suddenly grab a shot each other. He was not in a hurry, but took a small step forward, gave a pause, and forcibly suppressed the two people's confusion due to the sudden noise.

Rhythm, then looked down at Yu Mingjia's back and said, "Are you feeling better?"

Yu Mingjia turned his head, looked at Xu Rong's lowered eyebrows, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, saying: "Thank you, I just came downstairs."

Xu Rong nodded slightly, turned around, and walked to the table on the other side. He seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "By the way, I'm going to leave home and go to the mine tomorrow."

"Oh." Yu Mingjia responded first, paused, and then said, "Okay, very good." Then, she asked quickly: "When will you come back?"

At this moment, Xu Rong couldn't help but be in a trance.

The moment he walked in, he could feel that Yu Mingjia wanted to turn her head to look at him, but she couldn't do that because she was performing.

Just like Fanyi also wanted to see Zhou Ping, but she couldn't do that because her son Zhou Chong was there.

"When will you come back?"

The first half of her sentence was very fast, but the second half suddenly slowed down. Maybe this was not intentional, but this was indeed the reason why Fanyi came downstairs.

Because Fanyi heard Sifeng say that Zhou Ping was leaving, in order to win him back, after staying upstairs for a week, she finally went downstairs.

"Not necessarily, maybe two years, maybe three years." Xu Rong walked around the table, picked up a newspaper, sat down, and raised the newspaper at the same time, blocking Yu Mingjia's view.

, "Oh, why is this room so stuffy?"

"..."

intermission.

"Is it Xu Rong who plays Zhou Ping?"

"It says in the manual."

"It turned out to be really him."

"Oh my god, what is Renyi doing? Xu Rong can't even be on the poster!"

Backstage, Pu Cunxi led the actors who were about to take the stage to stand aside so that the set staff could pass by.

Farther away, Xu Rong was leaning against the wall, meditating. Not far away from her, Yu Mingjia was holding the script, but the focus of his eyes was not on the script at all.

"well."

Pu Cunxi looked at the appearance of the two people and sighed silently. After the two performances, he clearly felt that the experience of Xu Rong and Yu Mingjia had reached the extreme. On the stage, they basically did not use too much.

Many external skills, just like a living person.

But he knew very well that the internal construction processes of the two were completely different. Xu Rong established her own mental image and emotional experience, while Yu Mingjia had the external environment forcibly mold her into Fanyi's appearance.

He planned to make it clear to Yu Mingjia after the ten performances were over, and then give her a holiday.

At the end of the performance, amid thunderous applause, as the last gap in the curtain closed, Xu Rong immediately ran to the backstage, then went up to the second floor, opened the window and stared straight at the theater door.

After a while, the audience slowly walked out one after another. Most of them were in groups of three or two, but there were also some who came alone.

But whether they came in pairs or several people together, almost no one was joking or joking, and it seemed unusually quiet.

Looking at the silent flow of people walking out of the door, although the flow of people was not dense due to the attendance rate, Xu Rong grinned.

This is the old dean's opinion that the standard for judging whether a play is good or not is to see how the audience behaves when they leave the theater.

Every play has its praises and criticisms, and "Thunderstorm" directly points to human nature and the system, and can also trigger the audience's thinking.
Chapter completed!