Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Qin Guan hasn’t spoken yet, and the head of the group continued to say: "When everyone came to the beach to sit down, did any of the troupe staff send you a postcard to commemorate ?"

"You can leave your valuable opinions on the top, you can also attach a sponsorship amount to the troupe after the show, or you can take it home as a kind of tourist souvenir."

I heard Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei subconsciously looked at the postcard with Audrey Hepburn printed in his hand. The most common postcard in the star souvenir shops on both sides of the Avenue of Stars, priced at $1 The value is beautifully made.

"And in the lower right corner of this star movie, there is a handwritten number, so now, I will draw this lucky person who can come on stage!"

The atmosphere of the audience was very happy, everyone was waiting for the call of the head, and the head of the head, like Fulin, was saying a number.

"It is said that it took only 7 days for the creator to create the world, so 7 is a very lucky number. Which of the audience present who got the postcard with the number 7, please come to the stage."

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei silently looked at the cards in their hands. Cong Nianwei was 7, Qin Guan was 8, please forgive his wealth fans.

And the first time I heard the leader say the number, Cong Nianwei calmly changed the two star movies one by one...

Qin Guan gave Cong Nianwei a helpless look, slowly stood up from the crowd, and under the brilliant stars, slowly raised the star film in his hand.

"Here!"

Along with Qin Guan's response, he came to the head of the regiment in the crowd's applause.

"Ah? Why are you Asian guys, come to me? I'm not Romeo you are going to duel, go over there and put on makeup, I wish you a happy play tonight."

The dark cover made the head of the stage illuminated by the strong light see the recruited tourists.

He regarded the child Qin Guan as a tourist, and he didn't give any hope to the Asian child at all. It is estimated that even English can be a problem.

Qin Guan was also speechless, and left the crowd after a few steps, came to the dressing room and dressing room that was briefly covered with a curtain.

There are drama actors full of intermission. During such a tense performance, they can only take a few minutes to rest, so in such an environment, no one who eats by the throat will take the initiative. Speaking.

The group of them just glanced at Qin Guan in a hurry, and lost interest in him. It was just an Asian boy with a gray face who couldn't see why.

The costume props on the sidelines were just handed over a set of old European suit jackets. As for makeup, people are here to join in the fun. After you finish painting, there is no place to wash. This step is omitted.

Qin Guan is not disgusted. After taking over his coat, he ran to the assistant to get familiar with the script.

Lai Qinguan is very serious about any performing art form. After the protagonist of this show is ready, he is still trying to figure out the plot in the corner.

"Come on, our lucky audience, it's time to play!"

"Good!" Qin Guan responded and put down the final script. With this response, he easily put the extremely large suit on his body.

While leaving the tent, Qin Guan also pulled out several wet cotton towels with alcohol flavor from the wet tissue tube on the makeup table and wiped it carefully on the face a few times.

The dust brought by the wind and dust servants was wiped away when they encountered the wipes that would only be used when removing makeup.

When leaving the tent, Qin Guan finally revealed his true face. The headlight in the tent only left a provocative profile, while the actor who was the left-behind of the last scene was facing This flickering side face fell into contemplation for a long time.

"Alas," an old black actor sitting by the door asked the friend next to him in doubt: "Do you think this person is familiar?"

The young actor on the side didn't take it seriously at all. He looked at Qin Guan's back in doubt: "No, it's just the tourists that the leader has found."

"You said that the group of stars in Los Angeles, even if they are not influential little movie stars, is this time not a time to find a wine party and drill camp? Where will we come to our fixed free praise places."

"Yeah, but there are still some strange things, let me go and see..."

The black actor trusted his instincts. He carried his wide apron and walked out of the tent to the edge of the beach venue where the next scene would be staged.

At this time a long table serving as a coffin had been placed on the stage, and Juliet's actor had laid quietly on it.

At this time, Qin Guan was wearing this somewhat inappropriate European-style suit and stood in the center of the field, and the high-watt light bulb shot directly from the top.

In this hot summer day, it was like fried eggs, ravaging Qin Guan's tenacious nerves.

Qin Guan on the stage, watching the crowd of crowds sitting around the beach venue, his mood suddenly calmed down. This was just another unique performance.

Treat them as the staff of large-scale movies with a large number of adults, and interpret the drama on the stage as a more open-ended and pent-up performance, then everything will become very simple for him.

Qin Guan finally moved with the voice of the narration of the yin and yang frustration outside the court, and with the crisp sound of the beat on the sidelines.

With the plastic fake flowers brought to him by the field props in his hand, he came to the cemetery of the Kebrite family, where his beloved Juliet is.

The head of the Repertory Theatre held a microphone on the sidelines, and thoughtfully narrated, and Qin Guan naturally integrated into the performance with the narration.

The young people of their two big families have many fate. Their misfortune and tragic ending have buried the dispute between the two parents.

Only when both children die, can the two wars become more and more intense...

Qin Guan took a handful of plastic flowers and stepped forward to the front of the tomb symbolizing Juliet. He stopped his heavy steps only half a meter away from Juliet lying on a long table.

He squatted slowly, accompanied by his twitching shoulders, he painfully placed the bouquet in front of the long table, as if remembering something. (To be continued.)