Divine Charm of the Performer

Chen's Directing Rules

Article 9 of Chen's Director's Rules -

The core of creating and developing a plot is to set up contradictions and conflicts. If the contradictions in the story itself are not strong or not gripping enough, then create "misunderstandings" to promote the development of the plot.

Chen Ling's mind flashed through several rules that he secretly summarized when he was a director in his previous life, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

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When Chen Ling saw these two lines of words flashing in the soy milk, he knew that he had guessed right.

Uncle Zhao's expression was visibly stiff.

He looked at Chen Ling in astonishment, the whole person was at a loss first, then shocked, and finally fell into a dead silence...

"Uncle Zhao, I promised Xiao Yi to keep it a secret for him... But uncle, you only have Xiao Yi as a son, you must think that he can inherit your incense... And he always hangs out with another boy, it really affects his studies."

Chen Ling sighed, "Today I saw him sitting in the back seat of that boy's car, laughing so happily..."

Uncle Zhao's body trembled slightly, his hands couldn't help but clenched into fists, and his breathing became heavier.

"Okay... Uncle knows. Uncle Zhao tried to squeeze out a smile on his face, which looked a little creepy, "Thank you, A Ling."

"By the way, uncle, I promised Xiao Yi to keep this a secret, so you must not tell him that I told you..."

"Don't worry, uncle knows. "

After Chen Ling finished the last sip of soy milk, he said goodbye to Uncle Zhao and left the shop.

Uncle Zhao seemed not to hear anything, and was looking for something in the house. A few minutes later, he took out a fist-thick stick from the corner and slowly sat on the bench at the door of the shop.

A cold wind blew across the street, blowing up Uncle Zhao's few hairs and the sweat-stained towel on his forehead.

He sat there quietly, pounding the ground with a stick in one hand, his bloodshot eyes staring at the end of the street, like a murderous general!

Chen Ling seemed to leave the street, but in fact he secretly went back from the alley. He stood under the shade of the tree in the corner and could see the whole shop.

A few minutes later, a tricycle came from the end of the road.

Zhao Yi sat beside the car with his legs crossed. The two buckets of salt behind him had been sprinkled cleanly. He played with the few copper coins he had just earned in his hand, and his smile was almost to his ears.

"Hey, making money is not that difficult. "Brother Yi, of course it's not difficult for you, I'm the one who rides the tricycle all day!" The boy in front stood up, pedaled the tricycle hard, and said breathlessly. "We are all brothers, why should we distinguish between you and me." Zhao Yi took out two copper coins from his palm and stuffed them into the boy's pocket, "Here, for you." Not far away, Uncle Zhao saw Zhao Yi actively touching the boy's waist, and his eyelids couldn't help but jump. "Brother Yi, I rode the tricycle for you for a day, and you only give me two yuan? ? The boy's eyes widened, "Didn't you get twenty from the road management bureau?"

"Riding a bike is a physical job, spreading salt is a technical job, so of course I got more points."

Zhao Yi replied lazily, then jumped off the tricycle, squinted his eyes and smiled and waved at the boy, "I'll wait for you at the old place tomorrow... If you dare not come, I'll beat you every time I see you, understand?"

After saying that, he held all the remaining 18 copper coins in his hand, and walked towards his own shop with his head held high.

The boy on the bike looked at him angrily, but with Zhao Yi's fierce glare back, he immediately became timid, and could only continue pedaling with his head down, and go home alone.

Zhao Yi, the young bully on Frost Street, was almost not provoke by anyone among the younger generation. The boy on the bike was treated like a prostitute for a day, and he could only grit his teeth and swallow it.

"Dad, I'm back!!" Zhao Yi took big steps, holding 18 copper coins in his hand. He had never been so confident when he went home.

But for some reason, he felt a chill as soon as he walked to the door of the store.

The figure holding the wooden stick slowly stood up, and the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point. Uncle Zhao's angry eyes locked on Zhao Yi, like a general holding a spear, walking towards him aggressively.

"Old... Dad?" Zhao Yi saw the stick and subconsciously took a step back.

"It's him, isn't it?" Uncle Zhao pointed at the boy who was riding away with a grunt, his hand trembling with anger, "Little bastard! You don't study hard, but you do these things secretly?!"

"You said that if you had a serious relationship with a girl, it would be fine, but you just found a man?"

"Can a man give birth to a child for you? Can he continue the family line for our Zhao family!!"

"You want to kill your father's seed!!"

Uncle Zhao cursed and chased Zhao Yi frantically with a stick, and the latter screamed in pain.

Hearing Uncle Zhao's angry curse, the neighbors on half of the street pricked up their ears.

They gathered around curiously and began to point at Zhao Yi who was being hunted. They didn't know what they said to each other, and their faces were shocked at the same time.

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As Zhao Yi screamed from being beaten, the numbers in front of Chen Ling began to jump non-stop.

If he could enter the theater in his mind again, he would be able to see the densely packed black shadows "audience", watching this scene with interest, with a subtle smile on their lips.

"The contradiction is right... but the characters are not enough." Chen Ling's eyes fell on the tricycle in the distance.

"Xiao Liu."

Hearing Chen Ling's call, the boy on the bike who was eating melons in a daze turned his head.

"Brother A Ling, you are here too?"

"How much did Xiao Yi give you when you went to melt snow today?" "...Two yuan." When the boy mentioned this, resentment appeared on his face, "He went back on his word. He originally said that he would let me ride the bike and give me the lion's share of the money, but he only gave me this little, and threatened me to continue to work as a laborer for him tomorrow..."

"Do you want to retaliate against him?" Chen Ling stared into his eyes, "Or do you want him to never dare to bully you again in the future, or even avoid you when he sees you?"

"Yes!!"

"Then I'll teach you..."

Just as the two were whispering, Zhao Yi was exhausted by the chase.

"Dad, dad, stop hitting me! I'm really not gay!" Zhao Yi finally reacted and tried his best to explain, "I swear, I, Zhao Yi, have always only liked women! Especially the plump and charming ones..."

The mouths of the people around him opened slightly, as if thinking about something.

Uncle Zhao was stunned, and his steps slowed down immediately.

"What is your relationship with the boy on the bike?" "We are just ordinary friends!"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true..."

"Brother Xiaoyi!" A young man pushed through the crowd and rushed to Zhao Yi like crazy, hugged Zhao Yi's body with open arms, and used his back to block the stick for him.

Zhao Yi was stunned.

Uncle Zhao was also stunned.

"You..." Zhao Yi felt his brain went blank.

Before Zhao Yi could speak, the young man, with red eyes, shouted to Uncle Zhao:

"If you want to hit me, hit me! Don't hit my brother Xiaoyi!!!"

The atmosphere suddenly became dead silent!

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