Attack Stream of Life

    "Hello Mr. Yan, my surname is Xia. I heard that you came to teach in this crew, so I begged my sister to come and enjoy it up close. I'm sorry to cause trouble to everyone. ." Qingchuan stood up and bowed slightly, with a very sincere attitude.

    "It turns out that you are really chasing stars." The director laughed, because Qingchuan did not find or contact any star who came to Qingchuan, and everyone misunderstood, "Hey, I still think that you are very energetic It's also very pleasing to take a stop in the group performance. If you think about it, it's not impossible to make up the number. Who would have thought that such a beautifully dressed little comrade would actually be your fanboy of Yan Shitou, which is really unexpected."

    When Mr. Yan heard that there were still young people chasing after him to watch the show, he felt comforted and ignored the director's jokes, "Can you sing? I'll listen to a few sings."

    Qing Chuan blushed and said embarrassedly, "I'm a fashion designer. I haven't learned to sing, so I only listen. This, I've never sang."

    "Hey, what's so embarrassing about this, I haven't learned it before. Come on, I'll teach you a few words, and you can yell twice when you go out, don't fall for our fanciers You are a bit older now, but you are not afraid to learn whenever you want. You treat it as a hobby, a pastime, and most importantly, to have fun and enjoyment.”

    Mr. Yan likes to watch young people learn opera. This is inheritance and continuation.

    Qingchuan himself was a master of national treasures, but he understands this feeling.

    "Eh." He answered immediately.

    Mr. Yan was very happy and started to teach Qingchuan how to speak.

    He gestured with his fist three inches below his belly button, "See no, here, the qi sinks into the dantian. You put a fist here, take a deep breath, do you feel this qi? Bulging up? Take a deep breath, inhale as much air as possible, straighten your upper body, and you have to keep the line from your chest and lungs to your throat open for the sound to come out."

    "Open your mouth, don't exhale first, open your throat. Laugh, feel like laughing happily." Teacher Yan took a breath and opened his mouth, "Ha! what! what! ’ Each ha goes to the previous section, the breath is rich and comes with stereo sound effects, which is deafening to hear.

    "Really good actors, our large theater with thousands of people does not need speakers and microphones. With one mouth, every word is clear and everyone at the door can hear it clearly. With a microphone, the microphone can't stand the broken sound, where does this sound come from? It's here, from your chest."

    Teacher Yan was so excited, he sang a lyric from Dingjun Mountain.

      Art such as Peking Opera and opera cannot feel the atmosphere and the strong appeal unless you listen to it live.

    "Come, come, all of you, ha ha ha, pronounce this sound in seven keys. Remember, open your voice, as if you were standing on the top of Mount Tai, looking at all the mountains and small, The feeling of openness in front of the eyes." It wasn't enough for Mr. Yan to catch Qingchuan's one and send it to his door, so he called all the characters from the 'play troupe' in the crew.

      Finally, Qing Chuan, he stood up straight and clenched his fists with both hands.

    A mouth, "Ha! Ha!..."

    Everyone was taken aback, Qingchuan looked very young, and his voice was very young. How could he have such a beautiful baritone voice when he raps and sings, with a deep and round mouth , without the sticky feeling of beginners, the breath is still very stable, the air volume is sufficient, a few 'ha' are smooth and abnormal, really as beautiful as a silk and bamboo musical instrument.

    "It's a pity." Teacher Yan patted his thigh, "Such a voice condition would be ten years earlier... Hi." Seeing a good seedling, but it grows crooked, the old master was heartbroken. "You have to come tomorrow."

    "Come on." Free master class, who can miss it? "Tomorrow I'll make some more pear soup. It's been windy from the west these days and the weather is dry."

    "It turns out that you brought this Chuanbei Sydney. I wonder who paid such a price to drink such a good Chuanbei stew." The Sydney soup brought by Qingchuan was bitter, and there were not many people in attendance. , They are all middle-aged and elderly, and Teacher Yan is the more drinkable among them. Those who study drama like this know how to protect their throats. For a while, Teacher Yan has a better perception of Qingchuan. He is young, not impetuous in his work, and knows how to maintain health.

    "You like me to cook more tomorrow."

    "Okay, go back and practice more vocalization. You have a good foundation. After a month of practice, you will know how to start. Even if you miss some time, you can study hard. Come out and learn something."

    Mr. Yan stayed in the crew for more than a month, and Qingchuan also stayed for more than a month. After that, Teacher Yan left and invited Qingchuan to be a guest at home.

    Qingchuan is not always free, and is very busy when there are orders for design, and overtime is a common occurrence.

    Sometimes he would come over with his own drawing board. When Teacher Yan was teaching the actors, if he had nothing to do, he would pick up the board and draw a picture. Professionals and amateurs are still different. The actors who have seen his design drafts finally believe that this is a costume designer, not here to grab a job, and there is no more hostility.

    There are even a few who are very far-sighted. I heard that Qingchuan is in that well-known fashion design studio, and has taken orders independently. They are very optimistic about Qingchuan's future and exchanged contacts with each other number, and said some words on the scene.

    Even the director left him a very precious private number - don't look at people who are not good-looking, they are quite awkward, they are great directors, or they are not afraid of such historical TV dramas.

    But he is not for Qingchuan's future potential, it is purely because Qingchuan's massage skills are too good - those hands are simply magical, as long as they press them, they will flutter without knowing why. The crew, who had a bit of face, came to ask Qingchuan to press it once. After pressing it, these uncles stretched out on the chairs and panted, their eyes were erratic, and their faces were flushed. That scene... tsk tsk, I especially want to beat the demon spirits and get rid of pornography.

    Qingchuan can be said to have won all these industry veterans with one-handed massage, so that those young actors couldn't help but hesitate: You said, do you want to learn a subject? Blind massage, the skills do not press the body.

    Fish: Die as it should~

    Mr. Yan became Qingchuan's best friend so inexplicably, Qingchuan's sister was so surprised that her jaw almost dropped. Later, when I saw Qingchuan's mobile phone, there were a bunch of well-known behind-the-scenes people in the industry, including even the director who was not very good at speaking. Sister Qingchuan's mouth could not be closed.

    "Is Chuanbei Sydney really that effective? Can it help you integrate into the middle-aged and elderly health care class?"

    She has begun to consider that she will bring nourishing soup to visit the crew in the future.

    What Sister Qingchuan did not know was that Qingchuan not only integrated into the middle-aged and elderly health care class, but also squeezed into the entertainment industry—a graduate of information technology, and now young people who are engaged in clothing design went to Yan The teacher's home became Teacher Yan's nominal disciple, and by the way, he recognized all the brothers and sisters in the drama circle and the film and television circle with affection - the children of the drama academy were crying in the toilet.

    On the day I recognized my relatives, Mr. Yan opened a private room in a nearby restaurant. It is said that many celebrities visited. The first and second floors of this hotel are open casually, and there are a lot of people. On the third and fourth floors, take another stairs and there is another exit that is not monitored, so there are fewer people.

    He doesn't care about an old orange peel, but there are two veteran movie stars in his disciples, and he has to take care of the children.

    Qingchuan sat obediently in the seat, stood up when he saw people, called brother and sister, very polite.

    But there are too many well-behaved and polite children in the world. Teacher Yan's disciples don't understand how Qingchuan, a layman, is attracted to the teacher. Of course, even looking at his refreshing appearance and generous and decent manners, the brothers and sisters still smiled and congratulated the teacher on accepting a new disciple.

    Mr. Yan pays special attention to protect his throat and try not to drink alcohol if he can, so everyone just drinks tea.

    Qing Chuan doesn't talk much, just occasionally picks up a new topic and continues to squat quietly. The entertainment industry is full of talented people. After watching it for a while, they probably figured out why Mr. Yan was a layman. If you don't look at the age and appearance of the two, just look at the content of their conversation. It's like two retired veteran cadres talking.

    Mr. Yan is just that, he is just that style and tradition. Why is this beautiful and fashionable young man wearing a casual mix of shiny jewelry and all kinds of health preservation, health care, and memories of the past?

    Mr. Yan was sixty years ago. At that time, Qingchuan's parents were not born. How can you be so familiar with that special era?

    Gu Yinghou twitched the corners of her mouth, bumped the next door brother with her shoulder, and whispered, "If it's on the back, it's really hard."

    During the conversation, the topic of the two people has turned from a special era to the strange shape of today's film and television industry, and then turned back to the entertainment industry 40 or 50 years ago, and then turned to the opera in the feudal era .

    "Can this be connected?" The actress was stunned.

    These two retired veterans?

    Just the same sad tone.

    The party didn't end until after ten o'clock. Teacher Yan asked the eldest disciple to send him away. Qingchuan hadn't been to the toilet all night, so he wanted to go to the toilet to drain the water. He went out the door, followed the indicator light all the way to the toilet, drained the water, washed his hands, packed his clothes, and was ready to go home.

    When I opened the toilet, I bumped into two people, a middle-aged man with hairspray, and a beautiful young man who was delirious, full of malicious emotions.

    "Host! Evil thoughts! I feel the breath of evil thoughts in this person, he must have committed a crime!"

    “…” Qing Chuan looked around.

    Probably for the purpose of protecting privacy, such a high-end hotel only installs monitors at the entrance and the corridor on the first floor and the second floor, and the exits on the third and fourth floors are not monitored. . Now there are only a few boxes on the third floor with light, and even the waiters don't show up at will.

    Qing Chuan rolled up his sleeves, took out a pair of thin silk gloves from his trouser pocket, put them on slowly, and slowly approached the two in front. Oops... it's so convenient, in every sense.

    XX station, a good-looking young man was half hugging a long brown-haired alcoholic girl, with a bag and a lady's handbag hanging from her wrist, while covering it with her fingers in disgust While rubbing her nose, she complained, "I told you, drink less if you don't know how to drink..." The girl was so drunk that she didn't know where her shoes went, and her feet were bare.

    He frowned, looked at the coming and going taxis for a long time, stretched out his hand and called a car over, got in the car, thought about it and asked the driver for a paper bag, yes With her female companion, she said, "Don't spit it out when you look back, the outfit I just ordered."

    The driver was not surprised by this scene, and quickly found them a paper bag. After driving more than ten miles, the car stopped near some unfinished building. It's already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there are no people on the road, there are no street lights, and it is gloomy.

    Qingchuan pushed the 'lady' taller than himself onto a reclining chair covered with fallen leaves and dust, and changed out of the long brown hair, the lady's windbreaker and the one over the shirt and slacks A fat dress, find socks, shoes and a slouchy jacket from the bag and put them back on him.

    Under the moonlight, the comatose man's eyebrows and eyes were surprisingly delicate, no wonder he recruited a jackal.

      If you lose an informal, unmonitored, small-scale hotel without an ID card, the mission will be completed.

    "It's really good." On the way back, Qingchuan was quite happy, "Completed one-tenth of the plot tasks."

    The system shuddered, not wanting to recall what happened two hours ago.

    Two hours ago.

    "You just rest here." Qingchuan bought a large burgundy dress from the system to put on the comatose young man, as well as a brown women's trench coat and a brown long hair set , and then helped the person to a small private room with no guests.

    As for the other, Qingchuan took the person to the opposite side, found a hemp rope and tied the person to the chair, put on a blindfold, and sealed it with yellow tape.

    He carried a wallet with ID, cash and various membership cards and business cards. In the pockets of the pants were car keys, house keys, cell phone, cigars, portable cigar cutter. It's quite foreign, and carrying a cigar with you has an embarrassing sense of confusion.

    He also opened the other party's mobile phone. Now he has used a smartphone, and has three unlock methods: fingerprint, password, and face recognition. Qing Chuan squeezed his fingers and turned on the phone, leisurely looking at the address book and other communication software.

    It is all a direct login method without re-entering the password, which is very convenient.

    Qingchuan even found a secret folder with many unsightly photos and videos, most of which were comatose or forced. "Tsk..." Although it was expected, the number of people was a bit too many, and some of them were familiar. They were newcomers to the entertainment industry.

    "It's better in the entertainment industry, you can find people who meet the requirements casually. This has to be placed in other industries, and there are only a few tax evasion and tax evasion. It's boring." Qingchuan laughed It was particularly brilliant. He roughly flipped through the contents inside, and permanently deleted all the photos and videos inside. If this person had a backup, there would be no way.

    "Host, take it easy."

     "Don't worry, I won't commit a crime. At most, scare him. If you scare the evil spirit out, call the police and arrest him."

    "It is evil."

    "Almost."

    Seeing that it was almost time, Qingchuan splashed the man awake with water.

    "Hello, good evening." Qingchuan is now studying and selling, talking to people in a low and pleasant baritone, "When we first met, I did something rude. Well, time No more, let's get started."

    What starts? What to start with?

    The middle-aged man who woke up and found himself **** with five flowers was still calm, only the cold sweat on his forehead revealed his emotions at the moment.

    "Yeah, you can't speak. Well, let me ask you an answer, nod if you're right, shake your head if you're wrong, how about that?" Kindly press the other's head with his hand and manually 'nod', "Since you agree, let's start."

    Middle-aged man:…

    "Your name is Zhang Tianhao?"

    The middle-aged man was motionless, but the 'human-shaped lie detector' did not require him to speak, and every moment of the middle-aged man's emotional changes would be passed on to him. So Qing Chuan just smiled, "That's right. Next question."

    "Are you the general manager of XX company?"

    "You have a wife and a beautiful daughter?"

    "You maliciously fry, force, coerce others to have a relationship with you?"

    "How many? Ten? Hundred? Too many to count?" Qing Chuan closed his eyes and felt it for a while, "Oh, there are too many to count. You know this is Do you commit a crime? I know, okay, add one to the crime of knowing the law. Are any of your victims underage?"

    The middle-aged man couldn't speak, but when he became nervous, Qingchuan felt it clearly.

    “…Yes.”

      It was the rusted blade, "Great, great. Underage... underage! You're so disgusting, disgusting, are you still a person?"

    His hand grabbed the middle-aged man's collar, feeling particularly displeased, he grabbed the middle-aged man's neck, almost strangling his throat. He watched indifferently as the middle-aged man's face turned crimson purple, and the blood vessels on his face burst out. At this time, there was a strange smile on his face, admiring the other side's dying state.

    "Host, host, murder is illegal!"

    Qing Chuan paused, closed his eyes a little slowly, released his hand, and saw the middle-aged man gasping for breath with his big nostrils.

    The corners of his mouth pulled out some indescribable evil arcs, "The last question is, did your behavior destroy the normal life of others, and even lead to death indirectly or directly?"

    In the eyes of middle-aged people, this is a lunatic talking to himself.

    The other party didn't seem to hurt him before, which gave the middle-aged man an illusion that this lunatic who caught him was like the guy who made trouble before. Don't dare, these mud legs...

    But the sudden attack made him give up this self-deception, which was really trying to kill him.

    Qingchuan took out the cigar cutter, which is a square metal piece with a round hole in the middle and a mechanism that can be pressed to cut the cigar. The quality is very good, and the blade is very sharp. He played with the cigar cutter with snow-white gloves for a while, and suddenly heard the sound of a waiter cleaning the room next door.

    The middle-aged man also heard it, he struggled desperately, but the chair was trampled by Qingchuan's feet, and it didn't move.

    "Shh—"