Brilliant

Chapter 125

Wen Mingyuan joined the production of "Behind the Drama" halfway through, and participated in the kick-off session arranged by the program group. He needed to perform a monologue live.

This is the painful part. Wen Mingyuan searched for several days but couldn't decide on a suitable monologue.

""Hamlet"?" Mo Beicheng leaned over to Wen Mingyuan's computer, "Are you sure? Tobeornottobe part?"

"I'm still thinking, "Hamlet" is really difficult to act. One is that the translation of Shakespeare's lines in Chinese is really difficult to pronounce." Wen Mingyuan swiped the screen, "Second, too many actors have acted, it is difficult to get breakthrough."

"One more thing, I can't understand the logic of Hamlet's behavior at all, and I can't empathize with it." Mo Beicheng moved a chair and sat next to Wen Mingyuan, "Change it to another one. If you play "Hamlet" from the beginning, it is equivalent to pushing yourself on the stage." Gaotai will make everyone think that you are a self-righteous person."

"That's what I'm struggling with..." Wen Mingyuan tapped the mouse, "But do you know what dramas the other kicking actors chose? "Thunderstorm", "Betrayal", "Henry V" ...I don't know why they all choose these plays."

"Okay," Mo Beicheng thought it was just a clichéd entertainment show, "Then you really have to choose "Hamlet"...or you can consider changing the role...What about Ophelia? Sample?"

Wen Mingyuan looked at him in surprise: "Ophelia?"

"That's right, and I think Ophelia's logic is easier to understand than Hamlet's. The lover killed his father and went mad to death. Isn't this emotional line very clear?" Mo Beicheng said.

"Sometimes I really feel," Wen Mingyuan patted Mo Beicheng on the shoulder, "You are also a genius when it comes to breaking the rules."

"No, I just want to see you in women's clothing." Mo Beicheng took down "Hamlet" from the bookshelf with a smirk, and turned to the scene of Ophelia's death. "It would be best if I could wear a golden wig again." But that's all."

"You..." Wen Mingyuan held his forehead, "You've been thinking about messy things all day long."

"No, I'm just discussing the issue with you objectively." Mo Beicheng glanced at the mobile phone on the table, which showed that Mo Beicheng had received a new message, "Come on, I'm going to see the furniture with my brother. Do you have dinner tonight?"

"Yes, you can solve it yourself, leave me alone." Wen Mingyuan took the book Mo Beicheng handed over.

Mo Beicheng greeted him and drove to the hotel to find Mo Nanxuan, and then took him to the furniture store.

In fact, besides being with Mo Nanxuan, Mo Beicheng himself also wanted to change some new furniture for his family.Back then when he and Wen Mingyuan moved in, they were in a hurry, and most of the large furniture in the mountains were left by the original owner of the house.After living for a long time, Mo Beicheng felt that many furniture were not suitable for him and Wen Mingyuan.

For example, the original designer of this house took into account the needs of the hostess and designed a super luxurious cloakroom in the master bedroom. It was so luxurious that Mo Beicheng and Wen Mingyuan spent five years and could not fill half of the cloakroom.

Of course, the main blame was on Mo Beicheng. His clothes were white shirts besides white shirts.

"So you've been writing a new song these days?" Mo Nanxuan asked.

Mo Beicheng picked up a glass vase: "Yes. I wrote it for Wen Mingyuan's new movie. I haven't written a song for a long time. I can't write any more after writing two sentences."

He remembered wearing a hat and sunglasses when he went out today, and he chose a day when there were few people in the furniture city.

"Indeed, it's been almost five years." Mo Nanxuan looked at the scattered decorations sold around him, pointed to the large area next to him and said to Mo Beicheng, "Go over there and have a look at the bed."

As soon as he entered the bulk area, the first thing Mo Beicheng saw were rows of sofa beds.

Mo Nanxuan had never seen such a thing before: "What is this?"

"Sofa beds can be used as a bed when laid down, and can be used as a sofa when erected." Mo Beicheng patted the back of one of the sofa beds. "When I first met Wen Mingyuan, I slept on this bed for several months. , you can buy one, in case you get angry with Ouyu one day, you can sleep on it, it's more comfortable than sleeping on the floor."

Mo Nanxuan frowned, "Why do you think I must be sleeping on the floor, not Ouyu?"

Mo Beicheng hadn't thought about his brother being so ignorant, "Who ordered a super thick carpet for a bedroom just now?"

Mo Nanxuan shut up.

Mo Beicheng smiled gloatingly.

"Didn't you sleep on the floor when you quarreled with Wen Mingyuan?" Mo Nanxuan sneered, "What's so funny."

"That's different, we never quarrel..." Mo Beicheng replied, "Even if we quarreled, he wouldn't want me to sleep on the floor, so brother, you'd better ask for blessings."

Mo Beicheng left Mo Nanxuan and went to look at the bed. He was very dissatisfied with the vulgar aesthetics of the original owner of the house, and even boldly guessed that the house he and Wen Mingyuan lived in was definitely used by the original owner to raise his lover, otherwise why would he design the bed? So gaudy.

"Sir, would you like to come over and take a look at our new products?" Mr. Shopping Guide enthusiastically introduced their new products to Mo Beicheng and Mo Nanxuan, "This is our new product."

When Mo Nanxuan first started his business, he was deceived many times by those who could talk endlessly for a long time. He didn't listen carefully to what the shopping guide said, and took the product brochure directly to read.

water bed...massage...electric...

Mo Nanxuan looked at the different-looking bed in front of him, and a strange thought suddenly arose in his heart.

"Why is there a birdcage on the introduction picture of your bed?" Mo Beicheng leaned over to read the introduction.

"Ah... this..." The shopping guide met such a simple customer for the first time, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Mo Nanxuan also felt ashamed and pulled Mo Beicheng aside.

He wanted to ask Mo Beicheng if he really didn't understand or if he didn't understand, but thinking about it, when most boys were playing Transformers, Mo Beicheng was playing the piano; when most boys started smoking, Mo Beicheng was still Playing the piano; when most boys would hide at home and read some magazines they shouldn't read, Mo Beicheng was still playing the piano.

And he himself did not seem to have taught Mo Beicheng relevant adult knowledge, and Mo Beicheng was not very good at using electronic equipment, so maybe he really didn't know much about it.

"Are you talking about platonic love with Wen Mingyuan?"

"No." Mo Beicheng shook his head. He didn't understand why his brother asked this question. "What does this have to do with that birdcage?"

Mo Nanxuan was basically sure that Mo Beicheng might really be a traditional good baby who knew what to do, but didn't know some messy tricks.

"I'll send you a few movies when I go back today. Find someone to watch when no one else is around," Mo Nanxuan rubbed his temples.

My brother is really annoying.

The author says:

Finally someone came to clean up Mo Beicheng~~