I Miss You

Although it was a holiday, Super went to the regiment to practice exercises as usual.

It also happened to be a holiday in the troupe today, and there was no one there, but unexpectedly I saw Zhao Nan as soon as I entered the practice room.

Zhao Nan is the best net player among the younger generation of their group.

As the jargon says, it's hard to find a clean one. It can be seen that young beautiful painted faces are rare in the industry.

"Senior Brother Su, early."

Super nodded: "Morning, are you back?"

Although the two have been with the troupe for many years, their friendship is not deep.

"Well, I came to report to the group yesterday."

Zhao Nan had just finished his training and was sitting on a bench drinking tea with a few drops of bean-sized sweat hanging on his forehead.

In fact, according to Zhao Nan's current appearance, most people would mistake him for being a singer. The mistake is, Zhao Nan had a good voice when he was a child, and he was really short and stout. What is a fat to destroy everything? Zhao Nan in his youth is the best proof. At that time, the teacher who chose Xiaosheng gave a good seedling to the teacher who chose Hualian.

Zhao Nan said: "I have studied in Beijing for more than half a year, and came back to find that the group has changed quite a bit. Congratulations to Brother Su, the new play has been well received."

Super just smiled and said casually: "I just arrived yesterday, why don't you rest for two more days?"

Zhao Nan glanced at Su Po and asked instead: "Senior Brother Su's team also has a holiday today? Didn't they also come early?"

Super always felt that he and Zhao Nan were probably not the same person, as before. If you can't say a few words to him, there is nothing to say. It would be too much brainstorming to be more polite. I can only smile again, doing their own things.

What Super didn't expect was that he saw Zhao Nan again in Xu's garden the next day.

Zhao Nan said he was visiting the class and brought drinks and fruits to everyone.

Seeing Zhao Nan handing Qingcheng the cut watermelon, he couldn't help frowning.

Qingcheng saw Super come by and saw his eyes fall on the watermelon in her hand. After thinking about it, she generously handed it to him, "Junior Brother Ni brought it."

Super didn't expect she would give it to himself, and he took it.

Qingcheng took a piece of it for himself.

Seeing that there was a little red on the corner of her mouth, which was a bit of watermelon flesh, Super moved his fingers, and finally raised his hand to wipe it off for her. This movement can be said to be very abrupt. Qingcheng froze, and even Zhao Nan beside him was a little surprised.

Super said: "It's a bit stuffy. Sorry, obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Green Orange: "...oh."

Someone called Zhao Nan, so he turned and left.

When everyone was working, Green Orange, who was bitten by mosquitoes and was crying, hid on the side and sprayed himself with mosquito repellent water. After a while, I heard footsteps, and when I looked back, it was Zhao Nan.

"Hi, hello, you are Director Xu's niece..." Zhao Nan smiled and accosted.

"You are very well-informed." Qing Orange was helpless, she didn't want everyone to look at her niece as the director.

"You don't seem to be very happy with what I said." Zhao Nan is very sensitive.

"Oh no, this is also true." Qing Cheng only chatted with him a few words before. He said that he was also from the Baizhou Kunqu Opera Troupe. Qing Cheng was not surprised because she was indeed handsome and outstanding, but -

"Why haven't I seen you before?"

"In the first half of the year, I studied in Beijing."

"Oh. You are also a niche?"

"No, I'm Ying Gong Hualian."

Qingcheng already knows well about the classification of roles in Kunqu Opera-Hualian uses oil paint to paint the entire face of the actor into a predetermined facial makeup. Naturally, the requirements for appearance are not high.

"You are so handsome, why did you learn to paint a face?"

"Because I was ugly and fat when I was a kid, only Teacher Hua Lian was willing to take me in."

Green orange is a bit unimaginable.

"Want to see my previous photos?"

Zhao Nan actually has a childhood photo—a slightly yellowed photo taken by his mobile phone.

Qingcheng looked at the people in front of him, then at the photos, and said, "You are really a textbook counterattack."

Zhao Nan couldn't help laughing when he heard it.

Qingcheng has a job, and she doesn't have a lot of conversations: "Then I'll go ahead and do it myself."

"Wait. Can you call me?"

The other party asked very politely, and the two had a good conversation just now. There was no reason to refuse, and Qing Cheng agreed.

"Okay, let's be busy, and get in touch if you have time." Zhao Nan shook his phone and smiled coolly.

"Ok."