The American Scripture

When Zhen Fan came to the backstage, the backstage had already started. Cheng Hu walked up and gave Zhen Fan a big hug. He couldn't help but punched Zhen Fan in the chest and said with a smile: "I You are now a fan of yours. You must teach me to play magic. It's really shocking. Isn't this the magic of the gods?"

"Do you believe in gods?" Zhen Fan couldn't help laughing. "Well, this is just a magic. It's not as exaggerated as you thought. I didn't expect you to feel deceived by your eyes just like others."

"Brother Zhen, Brother Zhen, you really shocked me and have nothing to say!" Director Feng Daran strode over, hugging and smiling at Zhen Fan, "You showed up too much this time. My face is gone, even my face is bright, I can guarantee that no audience will scold me this time. If such a show can be scolded by people, then it is deliberately looking for fault!"

"That may be true. There is no shortage of people in China who find fault for no reason!" Zhen Fan laughed and hugged and shook hands with Feng Daran, "Okay, my show is over, I have to go with Emma, I watched the Spring Festival Gala quietly. This is the second time I have watched the Spring Festival Gala so close. It feels very different from the original feeling of watching it in front of the TV."

"Well, it should be!" Feng Daran said quickly.

But the actors in the backstage that have not yet appeared on the stage stopped. They, men, women, old and young, surrounded Zhen Fan, and some clamored for Zhen Fan to sign. Zhao Benhe also squeezed over and shook hands with Zhen Fan. Said that he must chat with Zhen Fan and go to his own theater as a guest. Song Shuangshuang, his old partner, also came over. I grabbed Zhen Fan’s hand and held on.

"I'm talking about my child, how come I grow so close, like my long-lost nephew!" Song Shuangshuang said with a smile, just holding his hands and not letting go.

"Yes, you will climb relatives as soon as you come, and you still take advantage of others, you are not shabby!" Zhao Benhe deliberately laughed at Song Shuangshuang. "Don't worry about that... here, I want to invite Brother Zhen to dinner, and you too!"

"I'm afraid that people can't afford your meal. You invite you, I invite mine, and I also invite Brother Zhen to eat. You must have a good face!" Song Shuangshuang smiled at Zhen Fan. "Don't refuse, there are so many faces, otherwise I don't know where to put this old face, I look at you kindly, just like a relative."

Zhen Fan couldn't laugh or cry, so they all agreed. Said: "Okay, sure, tomorrow I will go to Teacher Zhao's house at noon, and eat dinner at your house in the evening, as long as you don't drive me out!"

"I can't do it!" Song Shuangshuang shook his head unexpectedly. Then he smiled and said, "You are such a big man. You are so forgetful. Just now on the stage, I promised Dong Xin, she would cook for you by herself. You still want to go to my old woman. At home, there are beautiful women’s houses not to go. Come on, I won’t fight with them. At noon the day after tomorrow, I will invite you! I will also cook myself!"

Zhen Fan suddenly got sweaty, and then quickly nodded and said: "I really forgot, seeing so many people, when I feel nervous, I forgot, OK, I will definitely go the day after tomorrow!"

"That's it, you are busy first, I want to change clothes, the show with me and Lao Zhao should be in front of you, now you have performed, who is watching me and Lao Zhao!" Song Shuangshuang smiled Then, he said hello to Zhen Fan, and went to the backstage dressing room with Zhao Benhe, and their show was coming soon.

When Song Shuangshuang, Zhao Benhe and Feng Daran left, the other actors swarmed in and surrounded Zhen Fan. They were busy signing autographs and taking photos. Finally, after the wave, Zhen Fan took a breath. Then he turned to the audience side of the stage and came towards Emma. While walking, someone smiled at him and nodded, or stood up and shook hands with him. Even with this approach, Zhen Fan also spent much more time than usual.

Zhen Fan sat in the audience. As for what happened on the Internet, the reaction of the audience across the country, and the admiration of the audience in the audience, he should not care. He felt that he should be like an ordinary person. Yes, after watching the Spring Festival Gala quietly, it seemed like a Spring Festival.

"Your performance... is amazing!" Emma smiled at Zhen Fan quietly, "To be honest, I was shocked by you, you have to tell me honestly, did you come from a candy hut in the forest? Came out of here?"

"Well, do you want to say that I am a wizard?" Zhen Fan held back a smile, then looked at Emma, ​​"Do you think these are true? Look around you, nothing happened, nothing has changed. You are only deceived by magic into your eyes, just like the moon you see on the island!"

"But... this is even more shocking than the moon on the island!" Emma smiled slightly, then suddenly came over and whispered, "Tell me, who is the girl dancing in the moon? Beautiful and...very attractive, do you know her name, right?"

In fact, this question is not only Emma wants to ask, she is curious, and now the Internet has exploded, and everyone is posting posts looking for the fairy Chang'e in the moon palace. Who is that beautiful palace-dressed woman? Her singing is so ethereal and beautiful, and her dancing is so beautiful and moving.

They all thought the same as Emma, ​​since it was magic, then the palace girl must be real. The moon may not be real, it may be possible to use light and shadow technology, but what about people? Isn't people real?

Suddenly, posts such as "seeking fairies' names" and "looking for the most mysterious and beautiful fairies in the Spring Festival Gala" and so on flew wildly on the Internet, and suddenly there was another posture that would instantly become popular. The premise is if she is this real person. The girl in the palace costume was also called the fairy sister by the same high degree of netizens.

"What do you think?" Zhen Fan asked back.

"I? I don't know..." This is really true, and now Emma doesn't dare to easily judge whether the things that appeared in Zhen Fan's magic are real or illusions.

"Well, I can tell you, actually...I hid her in my pocket." Zhen Fan said, suddenly took out a bamboo chopstick from his pocket. Pass it to Emma, ​​"Look. This is the beauty you call it!"

"That's it? It's the same as your performance?" Emma looked at Zhen Fan in surprise, "Forget it, I don't want to ask, this is it, you can't tell the truth anyway. The magician still keeps a little mysterious It's better!" Emma's words can be regarded as an understanding of Zhen Fan, and there is no need for the truth.

The two then watched the show performance of the Spring Festival Gala quietly, because there was a show behind Emma, ​​and they went backstage to prepare before long. Originally, Zhen Fan wanted to go, but Emma stopped her. She smiled and said, "If you go, maybe I can't make up properly!"

She was telling the truth. Maybe Zhen Fan went backstage, which would cause unnecessary commotion. Zhen Fan nodded in understanding and continued to sit down to watch the show. It is a sketch by Zhao Benhe and Song Shuangshuang. As always, he can make the audience laugh, and Zhen Fan is also happy to watch. Although Zhao Benhe has experienced a lot of criticism, it cannot be denied that he does have the talent to amuse the audience, especially the comedian's aura he appeared on the stage.

Song Shuangshuang's performance is still impeccable, and it works with Zhao Benhe. It was really seamless, and as far as Zhao Benhe's other partners were concerned, the two of them worked together best.

When Emma took the stage, Feng Daran used light and shadow stage technology to create a dreamlike rural scene in England. It makes this folk song more charming, and makes everyone feel as if they have experienced the beautiful pastoral customs of a foreign country. Intoxicating.

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause. Among the applause, most of the applause was because Emma sang really well, but another reason was that she was the Xiaomi of the male **** Zhen Fan. Yes, it is Xiaomi. Many Chinese people still have a preconceived impression. Because it was Christine for the first time, many people regard Christine as Zhen Fan’s imperial empress, and Emma can only be her concubine. This is to make many otaku who like Hollywood beauties have a good YY.

So while Emma was singing, someone gave a survey on the Internet: What will happen when the lady of the palace Christine meets her concubine Emma? First, the two fought a big fight to win the night. Second, the two are as close as sisters, and the three of them slept together. Third, Zhen Fan turns over the sign every night and is lucky enough to sleep with him.

These three answers are actually not answers. Because this situation will never happen. All this is just the obscenity of the otakus, and it has no practical meaning.

Of course, the answer is obvious. Those who choose the second option account for more than 73%. This also explains that the illusion of three wives and four concubines in the bones of Chinese men has never been disillusioned, but the conditions and the environment are not suitable. Once this condition is reached, it is inevitable to turn the brand or sleep together.

When Emma stepped down after singing, it was already 11:30 in the evening. In another half an hour, the time to ring the New Year’s bell will come. After Zhen Fan waited for Emma to sit down, he whispered to her: "The New Year’s bell will ring in half an hour. We are Celebrate here together, or go back to our house to celebrate alone with two people?"

"Let's go back. To be honest, I'm really not used to spending such a moment in a strange excess~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I hope it feels better if two people are together!" Emma also replied quietly With Zhen Fan.

"Then let's sneak away together, okay?" Zhen Fan whispered.

"Okay, I agree." Emma smiled softly, then the two of them held hands, stood up slowly, and then quickly retreated back to the backstage while everyone else was watching the stage. , Ran directly to the door, and the guard who looked at the door knew Zhen Fan and waved at them to let him go.

Zhen Fan drove the car assigned to him by the crew, and the two of them rushed toward the street except for the studio hall. Similarly, there are no people on the street, except for the occasional police car dashing down the street, everyone is watching TV at home.

As soon as she entered the door, Zhen Fan took off her coat and rushed to the kitchen.

"We eat dumplings. On New Year's Eve, we will all eat dumplings! I made them. They are very delicious!" Zhen Fan said, putting on an apron and was about to make dumplings. Ma hugged from the back, Emma hugged very tightly, Zhen Fan was immediately stunned, the two were silent, neither moved nor spoke! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.) 9