Chapter 61 Artists Who Are Too Immersed in Their Roles (2) (1/2)

"I think this is good."

In the ward, when Chen Hao asked, Lin Shiheng smiled and picked up the teacup, handed it to his lips and took a sip, "The doctor said that my symptoms have not been alleviated but have worsened a lot. My mood has always been stable. Maybe it's because I don't reject myself to become another person."

Chen Hao was really confused, "Shiheng, what do you think? How can a good person become another person!"

"Why not."

Lin Shiheng raised his eyes slightly, and looked at him with a pair of slightly narrow eyes. In the past, when he looked at people like this, people would feel a little fierce, but now, he looked at him, but he only showed a kind of gentleness.

Even when he spoke, he was always in a leisurely tone: "My memory is still there, so I will always be me."

"Although it may sound strange to say this, Yi Qing is indeed better than me, no matter from which aspect."

Chen Hao stared blankly at his brother in front of him. He was persuaded by him instead of Shi Heng. He even had a feeling of "Shi Heng is right, it seems that this is not wrong at all."

"But, but you are yourself, Yi Qing is just a character written by the screenwriter..."

"But he is written very well, isn't he?"

Lin Shi Heng put down the teacup, and the corners of his lips were always politely raised. Even though he was wearing modern clothes and had short hair, when he sat upright, Chen Hao almost thought he saw an ancient nobleman.

"In the past, can you imagine me getting up at six o'clock every morning and running for two hours?"

Chen Hao: "... Who can do this?"

Even if their work is destined to make them keep a good figure, getting up at six o'clock to run is definitely a nightmare.

"Then can you imagine that I cook breakfast for myself?"

"...I remember that you cooked once three years ago and destroyed the kitchen of my rental house, causing us to be driven out by the landlord in the middle of the night and become homeless."

"Well." Lin Shiheng smiled calmly: "My ability to destroy the kitchen has not faded, it's just cooking porridge."

"It's a pity that I can't cook by myself, but it's okay. A gentleman stays away from the kitchen."

Chen Hao's mouth twitched, but looking at his friend who was smiling and obviously very satisfied with the current situation, he still cooperated very reluctantly: "Since a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, why are you still cooking porridge."

"A gentleman stays away from the kitchen is what Mencius praised King Xuan of Qi for not being able to bear killing. It doesn't mean that a gentleman doesn't cook. I'm just cooking porridge. What does it have to do with staying away from the kitchen?"

Chen Hao: "..."

Now not only his mouth twitched, but also his eyes twitched together.

"Where did you read this? Don't tell me you dreamed about this."

"Ah, these are not."

Lin Shiheng stood up, picked up the book on the bedside table, patted it with care, and handed it to him.

"This is Mencius. I just finished reading it. I saw it in it. If you like it, you can take it and read it."

"There are many good truths in it. After reading it, I really figured out a lot of things in the past."

Chen Hao took the book with a dull look.

He turned two pages with a dazed look.

"Brother... this seems to be in traditional Chinese characters and classical Chinese..."

"After all, it's an ancient book, so of course you have to read the original version to get a feel for it. Do you want to read the vernacular version? I don't have it here at the moment, but there are many people interested in this in a group I joined. Otherwise, I can buy you a vernacular version, or you can read this one first and ask me if you don't understand anything.",

"No, no, no!"

Chen Hao waved his hands repeatedly and stuffed the book in his hand back into Lin Shiheng's arms: "You know I'm not good at liberal arts, and memorizing lines is annoying enough, so just bypass me!"

Lin Shiheng smiled good-temperedly, put the book away with care, and turned around to put it in the drawer.

Chen Hao looked at him, who loved books more than his own mother, and felt a chill, "Are you sure you're okay? You used to prefer doing pull-ups to reading."

"I just thought reading was meaningless before, but recently I need treatment and all the internet around me has been cut off, so of course I feel different when reading."

Lin Shiheng put the book away and sat back, still with that gentle smile on his face, which made Chen Hao feel creepy.

"Are you really my brother? You weren't pierced by some ancient person, were you?"

The handsome face sitting opposite raised slightly, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up at him: "A gentleman does not talk about strange things."

"Oh my god!"

Chen Hao almost shook off all the goose bumps.

"Can you speak properly? I always feel like I'm talking to an ancient person, it's creepy."

"It's just a change of lifestyle, your ability to accept has greatly decreased."

Lin Shiheng finished speaking in an affirmative tone, and as if he suddenly thought of something, he added: "In fact, you are right to say that I am an ancient person. According to the doctor, I am indeed affected by Yi Qing in my body now."

"But you also said before that it is just a fictional character. Since it is fictional, it has never existed, so there is no such thing as ancient or modern people."

Chen Hao was confused, but fortunately he quickly got back on track with his strong sense of responsibility for his brothers.

"In the script, he is an ancient person. Although you said it's okay, I think it's abnormal no matter how I look at it. Brother, let's take the medicine and treat it honestly, okay?"

Lin Shiheng's expression did not change, but he still used the demeanor that made people feel very comfortable when they saw it, and stretched out his hand to push the teacup to Chen Hao's hand.

"He was created. I am the only one who interprets him. Whether on the Internet or in people's memories, Yi Qing is me and I am Yi Qing. Just like Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, who can tell whether it was Zhouzhuang dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhouzhuang? Since Yi Qing is me and Lin Shiheng is also me, why do you have to distinguish them so clearly?"

Chen Hao has been confused.

As mentioned before, he has never been good at liberal arts, let alone reading classical Chinese. What Lin Shiheng said to him is enough to confuse him.

"But, but if you don't treat it, what if it gets serious in the future? Have you forgotten the news about the foreign star suffering from depression?"

"Didn't Qiaoqiao say that? That's a problem with the character itself. I will pay more attention to choosing scripts in the future and try to choose good characters to avoid this problem again."

"But, but..."

"By the way, I learned to play the guzheng during this period. Do you want to listen? After learning it, I play it for a while every day. I feel that my mentality has stabilized. It is very effective. If you are interested, I will introduce my teacher to you."

Chen Hao: "... No."

If I remember correctly, Yi Qing is particularly good at playing the guzheng.

"I remember that you didn't know how to play the guzheng before. During the filming, the director specially found a teacher who could play the guzheng to teach you the gestures and postures."

Lin Shiheng smiled and stopped his movements, slowly put down his hands, raised his eyes and smiled, a gentle gentleman.

"Yes, the guzheng teacher I found is the one in the crew. He is a very good teacher."

Chen Hao's mind immediately recalled that after the guzheng teacher left the crew, Lin Shiheng complained to him that the teacher was old-fashioned and seemed to have traveled from ancient times. He glared at him with his eyes when he did not do a move correctly, and looked like he wanted to roll up his sleeves and beat him.

Just a few months have passed, and he has become a very good teacher?

Sure enough, he is crazy.

Chen Hao recalled the guzheng sound he heard just now with trepidation. Although he felt that his brother was crazy, he had to say that Lin Shiheng played really well. It was completely impossible to tell that he had only studied for a few months.

At this moment, his crazy brother was still looking at him with expectant and reserved eyes, "How is it?"

Chen Hao clapped his hands and flattered him: "It sounds good, very good, brother, you play really well!"

Lin Shiheng smiled with satisfaction, looking very embarrassed.

Just when Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly said: "The song I played just now wanted to express the vast mountains and rivers, and its meaning..."

His voice was very pleasant, warm and magnetic, as if it contained infinite tenderness, and the words he spoke were even more orderly and unhurried.

It is commonly said that ears can get pregnant after listening to it.

But in Chen Hao's ears, all the words turned into two words.

Blah blah blah blah...

Blah blah blah blah blah...

He lowered his head in pain, and he simply had no desire to live.

It was as if he had returned to the pain of listening to Chinese class in high school.

The teacher was talking very seriously, and he was listening very seriously, but he just couldn't understand a word! !

If Lin Shiheng had done this before, he would have slapped him on the back of his head, but now facing such a Lin *mentally ill* Shi* who thought he was Yi Qing* Heng, Chen Hao relied on the friendship of brothers to endure it.

He endured until Lin Shiheng finished speaking with satisfaction. He coughed lightly and tried to make his expression look normal.

"So now, besides getting up in the morning to run, cooking by yourself, reading books and learning to play the guzheng, is there anything else different?"

In the sun, the man who looked more handsome and good-looking frowned slightly and shook his head gently.

Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Not bad, he is still his brother!

But to be on the safe side, he asked again, "You don't know what Yi Qing knows, such as swordsmanship, chess, and medical skills, right?"

Lin Shiheng shook his head, and when Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at him with gratitude.

"You reminded me, I am Yi Qing, how can I not know these."

The smile on Chen Hao's mouth gradually stiffened: "What, what?"

"It's really boring to practice the guzheng every day recently. I will practice what you just said in the future."

Chen Hao: "..."

It's okay, it's okay.

He tried to hypnotize himself. Even if his brother was mentally ill, he was still his brother.

"By the way, I've been running for two hours every morning recently. I feel much more energetic. Don't you always feel weak? Why don't we go together?"

Chen Hao: "..."

Go away, you are not my brother...

Just when he was in a trance, Lin Shiheng picked up the phone beside him, sat behind him, and took a photo.

"Since you have recovered, you should tell your fans, so as not to make them worry."

Chen Hao was a little unresponsive: "You told your fans to take pictures of themselves, why take pictures of me?"

"I asked you to help me forward it."

Lin Shiheng sat upright with the most standard sitting posture, and his slender fingertips skillfully tapped the screen.

"My assistant said that I haven't appeared for too long, and most of my fans may be zombie fans. It's just that you are here, so you can help me liven up the atmosphere."

Although this is not polite at all, at least he is not so fairy-like that he doesn't look like a living person. Chen Hao grumbled in disdain that he didn't see you liven up the atmosphere, but he honestly picked up his phone and planned to forward it to him.

As a result, when he opened the photo, he saw that his face was photographed with a big round face.

Although his facial features are still handsome, the big round face is enough to ruin his performance.

Look at Lin Shiheng behind him, who very deliberately put his face in the back, making his face look small and energetic.

In a word: the contrast is terrible.

This is a familiar opening method.

A familiar prank.

Chen Hao jumped up and slapped his friend on the back of his head.

"te:'mu:'d-iHow come you are still the same even though you have become Yi Qing!!"

He looked irritable, but he was completely relaxed in his heart.

The sea may dry up, the rocks may rot, but Lin Shiheng's mischief will not change.

Even if he becomes Yi Qing and changes his personality.

He is still his brother!