"That's what I said, but the current situation is that Lao Xu won't let him go now..."

As Zhang Heping was talking, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Holding his cigarette, he looked at Pu Cunxi blankly and asked uncertainly: "Cunxi, do you think Lao Xu didn't hold Xu Rong back from the beginning?"

Intend?"

After waiting for a while, Zhang Heping slapped his hand on the table and said: "This guy named Xu is playing with me. I remembered that he didn't mention Kelan at all at first, and

I remember clearly that he was obviously not familiar with Kelan when he mentioned it. I thought he was embarrassed at the time, but now I have figured it out, you bastard, you are waiting for me here."

Pu Cunxi looked at Zhang Heping speechlessly, thinking that they just made a small plan, so we just gave away our future to him?!

Art backstage.

Lan Tianye bent over and opened the open window of the dressing room to see Xu Rong leaning in a corner. He was about to raise his hand to knock on the window. After noticing the fatigue that could not be concealed on his face, he gently took his hand back and straightened up.

body.

He turned around and walked a few steps, thought for a while, then stepped back, leaned in front of the window again, knocked twice, and said softly: "Child, are you tired?"

Xu Rong is indeed very tired. During this time, he has been traveling all over the world, and the jet lag has not yet returned. Last night, he attended the Feitian Award ceremony non-stop. After the interview, he was dragged into socializing by Li Youbin, which made him

I didn’t feel energetic during rehearsal in the morning.

"ah."

When Xu Rong heard the voice, he quickly opened his eyes. The tiredness on his face disappeared instantly and said: "Mr. Feng, you are not tired. I am brewing my emotions."

When the old man heard his name, the concern on his face flickered for a moment, but he did not correct it and said: "I agree with what you mentioned above."

Xu Rong was confused for a moment and couldn't remember which story the old man was talking about.

The old man looked at him with a smile and said, "It's the biography you mentioned."

"Ah, thank you Grandpa Lan."

The old man smiled and said, "There's still a while until the performance, so let's take a rest."

"Um."

When the old man closed the window, Xu Rong's tall and straight back bent again. He could refuse most activities other than performances and filming, but there were some that he couldn't refuse, such as major award ceremonies.

Just like the Feitian Awards and the upcoming Huabiao Awards, he is not only a shortlisted actor, but also an award guest or other status.

Sometimes he envied Han Sanping. Although there were constant conferences and small meetings throughout the day, there were only a few activities that needed to be attended. Even for the three major awards, whether he wanted to go or not was a matter of time. On the contrary, he was not a good person, and the organizers were afraid that he would find someone.

When running errands and every time, I always say hello in advance.

At the studio, except for money and key people, he has completely let go of other specific matters. But he does not dare to take the remaining two things lightly, because as long as he holds on to these two points tightly, even if something goes wrong, he will be able to solve it.

There won't be any big mistakes.

However, he was ready to reject all other titles, such as the Television Association, the Drama Association, etc. Since he joined, he has never participated in a formal meeting or event. Every time, Jin Fangfang or Li Gen attended on his behalf.

What makes him hesitate now is that he is a visiting professor from Nortel. He originally planned to arrange a performance of "Teahouse" for the junior students during the graduation season. This not only allows the junior students to learn, but also allows the school to perform a performance that has never been performed on stage.

Teacher, please update the rehearsal notes.

But judging from the current situation, it is still unknown whether we can find time.

The reason why I didn't want to resign immediately was because the vice-dean asked me several times before I agreed.

"Team Xu, get ready."

"OK."

Xu Rong took another careful look at herself in the mirror, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with her makeup, she stood up and walked out of the dressing room.

In the center of the auditorium of the theater, seven or eight middle-aged people dressed in different styles were sitting in the seats. Even though it was still summer, they were all covered tightly with clear black baseball caps and masks.

Moreover, their actions were quite consistent. At this time, they all looked at the playbill in their hands carefully.

Occasionally, they would lean down and exchange a few words in a low voice.

"Hey, Dao Ming, are you telling the truth?"

"Why did I lie to you? I saw it with my own eyes during the queue."
Chapter completed!