What's wrong with me?
Qin Guan was used to being wild on the scene, so he forgot about the role change.
He took a quick shower at home and rushed to the rehearsal venue with the principle of racing against time.
His clothes were neat and tidy, but when matched with his face, which was too much of a contrast, Director Zhang could only sigh helplessly.
The original Qin Guan was a little too handsome.
Now that he had been exposed to the sun and rain for so many days, even an immortal's face would be a little rough.
The appearance of the dark and rough man would really stand out in some movies.
The reason Director Zhang had asked Qin Guan to come here was because he liked the white part and pointed out Xian'er.
Right now, you're facing the yellow soil with your back to the sky. Are you here to cause trouble?
"Director, can you please control your exaggerated expression? It hurts my self-esteem. "
"Why did you call me here in such a hurry? Tell me, I will cooperate with whatever you want me to do."
Director Zhang covered his face. "You don't have to do anything. You just need to make your face whiter."
Qin Guan was humiliated by the soldiers' sudden attack and the earthquake.
It was embarrassing. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the whole audience found out about the joke.
The two of them had forgotten to turn off the loudspeaker, which had a powerful sound amplification effect, while they were sitting on the robotic arm.
"Ha ha ha..."
Tens of thousands of people burst into laughter, and it was quite uniform.
The news of Qin Guan's return spread like wildfire. It added another thick stroke to the entertainment news that was currently very lively.
Now all the news is related to one word _ _ _ earthquake.
First, it was Sharon Stone's shocking speech at the Cannes Film Festival that gave her a taste of China's ban.
It was rare for the Chinese audience and the Chinese companies to work together to keep this world-renowned star out of China's gates.
The foreign companies that were endorsed by her did not dare to compete with the angry people of the country. They removed her advertising posters from the shelves and hurriedly replaced them with new people.
She had boasted shamelessly that this was the retribution of the China people.
Even if she eventually apologized in the newspapers and tried her best to explain in front of the media that it was a translation error.
But you'll have to slowly taste the bitter fruit of speaking nonsense.
No one was a fool in this world.
As for the other piece of news, it was much lighter in comparison. An artist named Wei Chen was in Tibet. While everyone else was grieving, he made a big V sign and smiled brightly.
Perhaps he was an optimist who didn't forget to have fun while others were working hard for the disaster.
He had a good personality, but the timing was not right.
He had stabbed at the hearts of the netizens and fans.
Being heartless didn't mean being cold-blooded. People had to learn how to differentiate.
Qin Guan's return became the third hot topic.
"Qin Guan has been ordered to return to the capital for the Olympic rehearsal!"
"I'm looking forward to his performance at the Olympics."
Where there were voices of support, there were naturally discordant voices.
"Is Qin Guan going to give up on his job?"
Is it because they are participating in the Olympics, or is it because the environment is too tough to support them?
"Which of the two jobs is more important?"
Not only Qin Guan's public relations company, but also his staff, his fans, and thousands of passers-by who had seen him in Wenchuan for various reasons all started to speak up for his return.
"Have I ever seen a superstar driving a construction car without any airs? I dare say that his proficiency in operating procedures is no less than that of an experienced worker. '
"Kid, you know the truth. He knew how to do that before.
"I was one of the 36 newlyweds. No matter what others say, I will be grateful to him for the rest of my life. Thanks to the support of the people of Wenchuan, he returned to the capital. "
"His participation represents all of us. He is not doing it for personal gain, but for the public good."
Looking at the touching posts and the real and simple photos, the shady people couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.
It was rare for the news to be harmonious on the Internet, but it didn't affect Qin Guan's life at all.
That was because all of his attention was focused on whitening his skin.
He had never worried about that in his life. He had risked his life for the country.
Here we come, Olympics!
He was so busy that he didn't even know when his wife would return to the capital. Zhang Yimou looked at him with satisfaction and forced him to do something he couldn't do.
At 20: 00 on August 8, 2008, the Beijing Olympic Games began with the lighting of the Bird's Nest.
This was a grand occasion where China, Japan, Korea, and several other Asian countries had a viewership rating of over 40%.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean in the United States, the ratings had also exceeded 20%.
This was an unsurpassable figure. The audience ratings of the Olympic Games had reached a new high.
The classical percussion, like the inspiring data, pounded on the hearts of the live audience and the audience in front of their televisions.
A voice called "China's Rise" resounded in everyone's hearts.
The first half of ancient China, its essence of culture, was being displayed in the most splendid way in front of everyone.
Splendid civilization: China's paintings, China's books, China's rites and music, China's operas. It was like a wonderful story was told to everyone.
The performance of tens of thousands of people naturally had a great momentum and a magnificent feeling.
A solo performance by a single person could lead the hearts of all the people present.
After the vigorous dance, the audience quieted down.
A bright Milky Way composed of lights ran through the Bird's Nest from east to west.
It was so mysterious that it attracted everyone's attention.
Under the watchful eyes of the audience, the next chapter of the match began.
"China has been known as a country of gentlemen since ancient times..."
Accompanied by the sonorous commentary, a person slowly floated above the Milky Way.
His hair was tied up in a high bun, and his white robe fluttered in the evening breeze like an immortal.
"The Six Arts of a Gentleman... Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum... They all describe a person's noblest character..."
The background was very impressive. The longest T stage in the world belonged to Qin Guan.
He was worthy of being called a gentleman, and he also showed the people inside and outside the arena what it meant to be a single person suppressing the entire audience.
His steps were steady, and his monologue was strong. His aura was the focus of the audience, no matter how big the venue was.
With the last step, Qin Guan's mission in the Olympics came to an end.
The last chapter of the first half of the show was "Rites and Music".
However, the audience was still immersed in Qin Guan's elegant demeanor. They didn't want to wake up.
"Director, there was a small increase in the ratings just now."
"Congratulations, Qin Guan!"
Where was Qin Guan?
He was hiding in the back of the stadium, talking on the phone.
"Hello, honey? Are you back in Beijing? Did you see my charm on TV? "
"What? You are back? That's great! We won't do anything from now on! "
"What am I going to do? Do you need to ask? I want to go on a honeymoon with you. "
"We just got married."
The person on the other end of the phone chuckled. "Our honeymoon has to be postponed indefinitely."
"Why?"
"I know. You must have won an Asian Design Award. I'll go with you to receive the award. It's not a big deal."
"That's not it."
Although I did win the award, it was not a big deal.
"You're going to be a father?"
"It's been more than two months. Otherwise, why do you think I stayed at home and didn't go to receive the award?"
...
"Hey, Qin Guan! Are you okay?"
Oh no, this handsome guy who was about to ascend to immortality with his phone was smiling like a fool.
"I'm going to be a father! I love you, honey! "
The reporters captured the crazy moment. The title of the photo was "Envy the Mandarin Ducks, Not Immortals".
I'm Qin Guan. It's been 10 years since I was reborn, and my dream has come true.
I'm grateful to everyone along the way, including those who liked me, my friends and my family.
I have no regrets in this life.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia As an author with obsessive-compulsive disorder, it was painful not to be able to finish 1,000 chapters. There were still five or six days until the end of March. That was the sequela of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Of course, it could be regarded as a bad ending. It was just another part of the plot.
I feel sorry for the weirdo and the millions of people who thought I could finish 1,000 chapters.
But I can't struggle for more than a few days. I really can't bear to part with it. The ending will be perfect. Look forward to my new book … Please support me. If the results are good, I will switch to a full-time job. Really? Look at my shameless face! I've lost 5kg recently!
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