I don’t know where Banjuegongbu learned these tricks recently, so I always slapped him. Fu Yanghe is a thirty-year-old man and cares about this in his heart. So every time he is spanked by Banjuegongbu like a child, he feels very ashamed. He scolds him, but his body becomes honest all of a sudden. Banjuegongbu is also accurate and uses this trick at all.

"I knew this trick would cure you." Banjuegongbu said, kissing him on the cheek and then got up. "Don't lock the door tonight, otherwise you will take off your pants and hit him."

Fu Yanghe knelt on the bed and said, "Look at that time!"

The conditions of the dancers recruited by Xiwen are uneven. Not many people who could dance Reba dances were originally not very attractive. Except for those who are local in their hometown, other Reba dancers are probably unwilling to exchange for trouble.

After interviewing one by one, only six people were selected.

The stage of "Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon" is so big that such a large-scale live performance must be popular to be beautiful, otherwise the stage will be too space.

"Or why we train ourselves. I think Monk dances well, and being a teacher is not a problem, and it's time to go."

Fu Yanghe frowned and said, "Let me think about it again."

Fu Yanghe has his own concerns. The investment in "Flowers, Flowers, Snow and Moon" is so high that it must have a high-quality display. I am afraid that it will only be possible to learn the basics in a few months, but the excitement of Reba dance lies in the high difficulty. Otherwise, if you can watch it, you can watch it, but the distance between stunning is too big.

The script adapted by Zhang Hongliang to Liu Xingyun has been sent. The lyrics are elegant and simple, and easy to understand. Although it has lost its original flavor, it should attract more audiences. Fu Yanghe looked at the program list carefully and admired Zhang Hongliang's main grasp. The opening song and dance are simplicity, and are the original Kangba song and dance, which is enough to shock the audience and satisfy the freshness of the audience. The interspersed with the skillful and literary programs like Reba dance in the middle and back sections can obviously enrich the content and eliminate visual fatigue. Finally, the ending is the ancient dance of prayer, and it returns to the original flavor, which is perfect.

"Penglish holographic images..." He silently said and asked Mao Qing, "Does Director Zhang's plan use holographic images only when Gu Qingwu last?"

Mao Qing shook his head and said, "No, there is also Tsangyang Gyatso love song, which can also be used."

But these two programs only have twenty minutes in total: "The eighty-minute performance is only used in the last twenty minutes, so it is not too short? I remember you said that the performance stage costs a lot of money to match the use of holographic images."

"I also think it's a bit short, but Director Zhang means that if you use it all over the audience, the audience will get tired of it. Sixty minutes is the time when the audience is prone to fatigue. At this time, using holographic images will increase the audience's attention and freshness, and it will appear unexpectedly, which is even more shocking. We are currently doing the Tsangyang Gyatso section, and the virtual effect looks very good."

"The theme of Tsangyang Gyatso love song is beautiful. I don't think it's very meaningful when using holographic images at this time. It's better to use it on Reba dances, which can solve the problem that our Reba dancers are not enough... I think about it again and see if I want to mention it to Director Zhang."

Mao Qing nodded. Of course, he hoped that the stage he designed could be displayed as much as possible. The penetrating holographic images were the first time they were used in real scene performances, and he hoped to achieve the best results.

After coming out of the conference room, Fu Yanghe saw Munch wandering at Zhang Yue's door. He stood there and stopped for a while, but said nothing. However, Munch seemed a little afraid of him, and after seeing him, he immediately left silently.

In fact, as long as Zhang Yue is not drunk, Monk will do whatever he wants. He got angry last time because he felt that Monk shouldn't take advantage of others' danger.

It was getting darker, and he and Mao Qing went to the restaurant for dinner. Mao Qing asked carefully: "What's wrong with Teacher Zhang recently? It's not a trivial matter to drink alcohol on the plateau."

In fact, the relationship between Zhang Yue and him is no longer a secret here, but everyone is afraid of embarrassment and pretends not to know. Fu Yanghe smiled and said, "I can't control him anymore."

"Teacher Zhang is a person with temperament, so it's good to turn around." Mao Qing said.

It would be so easy to turn the corner a few years ago.

Seeing that they were walking away, Monk arrived at Zhang Yue’s door again, knocked on the door lightly, and the door opened by itself.

Zhang Yue is no longer afraid of anything now. He sleeps with the door open to facilitate anyone to come in, including Fu Yanghe. He was originally lying on the bed, but he thought it was Fu Yanghe who came in, so he deliberately covered his head, but when he heard Munch call out Teacher Zhang.

He immediately pulled down the quilt, and said with a gloomy face: "What are you doing? Do you want to be beaten?"

"I'll apologize to you." Monk said, "Although Teacher Zhang took the initiative to kiss me at that time,..."

"You fart, I will kiss you on my own initiative?" Zhang Yue said, "You will complain first. Did you tell Teacher Fu that I will kiss you on my own initiative?"

Monkliu was a little embarrassed and said, "It was really you who took the initiative to kiss me first, and then I took the initiative to kiss you."

Zhang Yue vaguely remembered a little, but he just deliberately avoided it. Now that Monk is raised again, he is so angry and ashamed: "I am drunk, and drunk people can't do anything. You... you roll, don't wander in front of me, and I will have a headache when I see you."

Monk was quite stubborn and said, "I have reflected on it. I shouldn't bully you while you are drunk..."

The word "bully?" is a very shameful and humiliating thing to Zhang Yue. "It's all men. There is no one who bullies who. If you want to take advantage of it, I will take advantage of it."

"Then you take advantage of me, are you responsible for me?"

Zhang Yue glared at him, grabbed the pillow and smashed it over. Monk couldn't help laughing, and ran out while laughing. Zhang Yue felt that he was not apologizing, and clearly came to find fault. He felt that he had always been a shameless person, and now he had met his opponent.

Zhang Yue felt a little hungry.

He has drunk a lot recently and ate less. Huang Jingchen and the others occasionally give him some snacks, but he doesn't eat food, otherwise it would be meaningless to be so decadent. He was originally decadent for Fu Yanghe to see, so he would never go to the restaurant to eat. But today, no one gave him food all day.

After all, they are not his students, these ungrateful wolves.

There is also Fu Yanghe, who really hurt his heart and looked at him with admiration. This person who was confused by love is really affectionate. It has been half a month, and I don’t know how far the boy Kampot has developed.

When he thought of the movement he heard that night, he felt like he was about to explode.

He was actually just a little suspicious at the time. Banjuegongbu and Fu Yanghe hugged him in the corridor and did not see clearly. He just felt that Banjuegongbu, who came to find Fu Yanghe in the middle of the night, was a little strange. He brushed his teeth in the bathroom for a while, but he was worried. He stood at Fu Yanghe's door for a long time, but finally couldn't resist his inner worry and put his ears on the door with a thick face.

At first, he only heard a slight voice and could not tell what was being done inside, until he made a clear moan inside. He was also a man and had watched many movies. How could he not know that the sound made by a man when he was a man was so angry that he was blown up now!

At that moment, his whole body was numb, his mind was blank, he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, angry, shocked, sad, and at a loss. He was filled with mixed feelings, and then he pounded the door in impulse.

In fact, he shouldn't have pounded the door. If he doesn't pound the door, there is still room for trouble. Once the door is opened, the three of them look at each other and things will be a foregone conclusion.

Fu Yanghe, who had been guarding for thirteen years, became someone else's in just a few days, and he even felt that he had been betrayed.

No, he still can't forgive Fu Yanghe and the others, and he still can't pass the psychological level. If he admits it, what is the significance of his past ten years? Wouldn't he was wasting his best time?

"Teacher Zhang?" Munch's voice suddenly sounded outside again. He sat up from the bed and said viciously, "If you dare to come in again, I will break your legs!"

"I'll give you some food..." Monk came in with a tray, "You haven't eaten for a day, you must be hungry, right?"

"If you don't eat, you can take it away."

"I'll put this for you." After Munch said that, he put the food on the head of the bed and turned around and walked out. Zhang Yue was suddenly very angry, picked up the plate covered and smashed it over. The plate hit the back of Monk's head directly. Munch groaned in pain.

It scared Zhang Yue, and the plate fell to the ground and broke in half with a crack. He knelt up and saw Munch touching the back of his head and sitting back, his face looked very ugly.

Monk didn't say anything, lowered his head and picked up the plate on the ground, and took it out.

This made Zhang Yue feel a little sad.

What's wrong with Monk?

He looked at the food at the bedside, which was very light, full of color, fragrance and taste.

He actually wanted to eat it, but he felt that it was not good to eat Monk's, so he would just change someone. If it were sent by Xiao Tang, he would definitely eat it.

As night falls outside, you can see the rehearsal hall in the distance brightly lit outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

This made him feel very powerless, feeling that he was too small, and without him, "Flowers, Snow and Moon" could still be carried out, and so did Fu Yanghe. Without him, he would still live his life.

Only him feels that Fu Yanghe is indispensable in his life. There is no one who is more stupid than him.

Monk came over the middle of the dance, and the room was pitch black. He came in with the light of his cell phone and saw that Zhang Yue was already asleep.

He looked at the bedside table and found that the food on it had been eaten up.

Monk smiled and looked down at Zhang Yue on the bed. Under the faint blue light of the mobile phone screen, his face was peaceful, he slept very calmly, and there was a grain of rice on the corner of his mouth.

Monk himself could not imagine waiting for someone for thirteen years. Thirteen years was too long for him, even longer than half of his life. Zhang Yue would like Fu Yanghe for thirteen years. It would be difficult for someone who has liked others for thirteen years to love others.

But despite this, he liked Zhang Yue more and felt that this kind of affection was deep.

After all, those who can spend so much time loving others are probably fools with a little innocent heart. The world is too cold and fools deserve to be treated gentlely.

Thirteen years is nothing. You can spend thirteen years loving Fu Yanghe, or maybe you can spend thirty years or more loving him. This is what made Monk’s heart moved.
Chapter completed!