Chapter 61 An artist who is too involved in the drama (2) (1/2)

Chapter 61 An artist who is too involved in the drama (2) (1/2)

"I think that's good."

In the ward, when Chen Hao asked, Lin Shiheng smiled and picked up the teacup, brought it to his lips and took a sip, "The doctor said that my symptoms have not been relieved but have worsened a lot. My mood has always been stable. Maybe it's because I don't have any symptoms." Reject and become someone else.”

Chen Hao was as big as two people. "Shi Heng, what do you think? How can a good person turn into another person!"

"why not."

Lin Shiheng raised his eyes slightly and looked at him with a pair of slightly narrow eyes. In the past, when he looked at people like this, it would make people feel a little fierce. But now, when he looked over, he only showed a gentleness.

Even when he spoke, he always spoke in a calm and unhurried tone: "My memory is still there, then I will always be who I am."

"Although it may sound weird to say this, Yi Qing is indeed better than me, no matter how you look at it."

Chen Hao stared at the brother in front of him blankly. He was persuaded to go back by the dissuasion he originally had in his mind. He even had a feeling in his heart, "Shi Heng is right, it seems that this is completely right."

"B-but you are yourself, Yi Qing is just a character written by the screenwriter..."

"But he's written very well, isn't he?"

Lin Shiheng put down the tea cup, and kept the corners of his lips slightly raised politely. Even though he was wearing modern clothes and had short hair, when he sat upright, Chen Hao almost thought he saw an ancient nobleman.

"In the past, could you imagine me getting up at six o'clock every morning and running for two hours?"

Chen Hao: "...Who can do this?"

Even if their jobs require them to stay in good shape, getting up at six o'clock for a run or something is an absolute nightmare.

"Then can you imagine that I cook with my own hands and make breakfast for myself?"

"...I remember you cooked once three years ago and destroyed the kitchen of my rental house. As a result, we were kicked out by the landlord in the middle of the night and became homeless."

"Well." Lin Shiheng smiled calmly: "My skill in frying the kitchen has not faded, it's just about cooking porridge."

"Although it's a pity that I can't cook with my own hands, it's okay. The gentleman is far away from the kitchen."

The corner of Chen Hao's mouth twitched, but looking at the smiling friend in front of him who was obviously very satisfied with the current situation, he still cooperated very reluctantly: "Since you are all far away from the kitchen, you are still cooking porridge."

"The gentleman is far away from the kitchen. Mencius praised King Xuan of Qi for not being able to bear killing. It does not mean that the gentleman does not cook. I am just cooking porridge, so what does it have to do with being far away from the kitchen."

Chen Hao: "..."

Now not only the corners of his mouth were twitching, but the corners of his eyes were also twitching.

"Where did you see this? Don't tell me this is what you dreamed about."

"Ah, these are not."

Lin Shiheng stood up, picked up the book on the bedside table, patted it cherishedly, and handed it to him.

"This is "Mencius". I just finished reading it. I saw it from the inside. If you like it, you can read it."

"There are a lot of good truths in this. After reading it, I have really figured out a lot about the past."

Chen Hao took the book with dull eyes.

After turning over two pages, I felt dazed.

"Brother...this seems to be traditional Chinese characters, with classical Chinese characters..."

"After all, it is an ancient book. Of course, you have to read the original version to get the feel for it. Do you want to read the vernacular version? I don't have it here at the moment, but there are many people who are interested in this aspect in a group I have joined. Otherwise, I can help you. Buy a vernacular version, or read this one first. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask me.”

"No, no, no, no!!!"

Chen Hao waved his hands repeatedly and stuffed the book in his hand back into Lin Shiheng's arms: "It's not like you don't know that I'm not very good at liberal arts. Memorizing lines is enough trouble, but just go around me!"

Lin Shiheng smiled good-naturedly, put the book away cherishingly, and put it back in the drawer.

Chen Hao looked at his expression of being closer to the book than to his own mother, and felt a chill. "Are you sure you are really fine? In the past, you would rather do pull-ups than read a book."

"I used to think that reading was meaningless. Recently, because I needed medical treatment, all the Internet around me was cut off. Of course, I have a different feeling when I read books."

Lin Shiheng put down the book and sat back, with that gentle smile on his face, which made Chen Hao feel scary all over.

"Are you really my brother? You couldn't have been penetrated by some ancient person, right?"

The handsome face sitting across from him raised his head slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly at him: "Zi Buyu has strange power and chaos."

"Oh my god!"

Chen Hao almost shook goosebumps all over his body.

"Can you please speak properly? I always feel like I'm talking to an ancient person. It's really scary."

"It's just a change of lifestyle. Your ability to accept it has been greatly reduced."

Lin Shiheng finished speaking in a positive tone, as if something suddenly occurred to him, and added: "Actually, you are right to say that I am an ancient person. According to the doctor, I do have the influence of Yi Qing in my body now."

"But you also said before that they are just fictitious characters. Since they are fictitious, they never existed, and there are no ancient or modern people."

Chen Hao was knocked unconscious, but fortunately, he was quickly rescued with his strong sense of responsibility for his brothers.

"In the script, he is an ancient person. Although you say it's okay, I think it's abnormal. Brother, can we take medicine and treat him honestly?"

Lin Shiheng's expression remained unchanged, but he still used that demeanor that made people feel very comfortable. He stretched out his hand and pushed the tea cup to Chen Hao's hand.

"He was created, and I am the only one who interprets him. Whether it is on the Internet or in people's memory, Yi Qing is me, and I am Yi Qing. Just like Zhuang Sheng's dream of a butterfly, is it Zhou Zhuang's dream, or is it Zhou Zhuang's dream? Butterfly Dream Zhouzhuang, who can explain this clearly? Since Yi Qing is me and Lin Shiheng is me, why should you be so clear about it? "

Chen Hao has been fooled.

As mentioned before, he has never been very good at liberal arts. Let alone reading classical Chinese, these words Lin Shiheng said to him were enough to make him turn around.

"But, but if you don't treat it, what if it gets serious in the future? You forgot the news about the foreign star suffering from depression!"

"Didn't Qiaoqiao say that? That's a problem with the character itself. I will pay more attention when choosing scripts in the future and try to choose good characters to avoid this kind of problem happening again."

"B-but..."

"By the way, I learned to play the guzheng during this period. Do you want to give it a listen? After I learned it, I played it for a while every day. I felt that my mentality has calmed down. It is very effective. If you are interested, I will teach you. My teacher will introduce it to you."

Chen Hao: "...No."

If I remember correctly, that Yi Qing was really good at playing the guzheng.

"I remember that you couldn't play the guzheng before. During the filming, the director specially found a guzheng teacher to teach you gestures."

Lin Shiheng stopped with a smile, slowly put down his hand, raised his eyes and smiled, a gentle gentleman.

"Yes, the guzheng teacher I found is the one from the crew. He is a very good teacher."

Immediately in Chen Hao's mind, Lin Shiheng complained to him after the guzheng teacher left the crew. The teacher seemed to be old-fashioned and seemed to have traveled from ancient times. If he didn't make a move correctly, he would glare at him with a pair of eyes, looking like he wanted to roll up his sleeves. He looked like he was beating him with his hands.

It’s just that after a few months, he became a very good teacher?

Sure enough, he is absolutely crazy.

Chen Hao recalled the sound of the guzheng he just heard with trepidation. Although he felt that his brother was crazy, he had to say that Lin Shiheng played really well. It was hard to tell that he had only studied for a few months.

At this moment, his crazy brother was still looking at him expectantly and reservedly, "How is it?"

Chen Hao clapped his hands and gave a rainbow fart: "It sounds good, it sounds great, brother, you play so well!"

As expected, Lin Shiheng lowered his head and smiled with satisfaction, looking very embarrassed.

Just when Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly said: "The song I played just now wanted to express the vast mountains and rivers. Its meaning..."

His voice was pleasant, warm and magnetic, as if it contained infinite tenderness, and his words were even more orderly and unhurried.

It is commonly said that you can get pregnant by listening to it.

But in Chen Hao's ears, all the words turned into two words.

Bala, bala, bala, bala...

Bala, bala, bala, bala...

He lowered his head in pain, completely helpless.

It seemed like I was back to the pain of listening to Chinese classes in high school.

The teacher was speaking very seriously, and he was listening very carefully, but he couldn't understand a word! !

If Lin Shiheng had done this before, he would have slapped him on the back of the head, but now facing such a mentally disturbed Lin Shi* who thought he was Yi Qing*heng, Chen Hao relied on his love for his brother The friendship endured forever.

After enduring it until Lin Shiheng was satisfied and finished speaking, he coughed lightly and tried to look as normal as possible.

"So now, apart from getting up in the morning and running, cooking for yourself, loving reading, and learning to play the guzheng, is there anything else that's different about you?"

Under the sun, the man who looked more and more handsome frowned slightly and shook his head slightly.

Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Not bad, he’s still his brother!

But to be on the safe side, he asked again, "You don't know anything about Yi Qinghui, such as swordsmanship, chess, and medical skills, right?"

Lin Shiheng shook his head, and when Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at him with grateful eyes.

"You reminded me, I am Yi Qing, how can I not do this."

The smile at the corner of Chen Hao's mouth gradually stiffened: "What, what??"

"Lately practicing guzheng every day is indeed a bit boring. From now on, I will also practice what you just mentioned."

Chen Hao: "..."

It's okay, it's okay.

He tried hard to hypnotize himself, even if his brother's brain was abnormal, he was still his brother.

"By the way, I've been running for two hours every morning lately, and I feel a lot more energetic. Haven't you been feeling weak? Why don't we do it together?"

Chen Hao: "..."

Go away, you are not my brother...

Just when he was in a trance, Lin Shiheng picked up his cell phone, sat behind him, and took a group photo.

"Now that I've recovered, I'd better tell my fans so that they don't worry."

Chen Hao didn't react a bit: "You told fans to take pictures of yourself, why are you taking pictures of me?"

"I want you to forward it for me."

Lin *ancient*shi*ruyugongzi*heng sat upright in the most standard sitting posture, and his slender fingertips skillfully clicked on the screen.

"My assistant said that I haven't shown up for too long, and most of my fans may be zombie fans. You happen to be here, and you can help me brighten the mood."

Although these words were not polite at all, they were not so fairy-like or living beings at all. Chen Hao was nagging in disgust, but he didn’t see you helping me to lighten the mood, but he picked up the phone very honestly. , planning to forward it to him.

As a result, when I opened the photo, what I saw was that I had been photographed with a pie face.

Although his facial features are still handsome, his big face is enough to make him lose his skills immediately.

Looking at Lin Shiheng from behind, he put his face behind him very deliberately, showing that he is very energetic despite his small face.

In a word: the contrast is tragic.

This is a familiar opening.

A familiar prank.

Chen Hao got angry and gave his friend a shudder on the back of his head.

"te:'mu:'d-i Why have you turned into Yi Qing and you are still such a piss-poor!!"

He looked irritable on the face, but felt completely relaxed in his heart.

The sea may dry up and the rocks may rot, but Lin Shiheng's mischief will not change.

Even if he becomes Yi Qing, he has a different personality.

That's his brother too!