In the empty hall, behind a long table, the director opened the resume in his hand: "Cheng Bai, right? Just play the role you have, the eating part."
"Yes, director."
Cheng Bai closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his cold and handsome face had been replaced with a simple and honest smile.
The director was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but sit upright. I saw the young man taking two quick steps, reaching the table, reaching for a piece of cake and stuffing it into his mouth. While chewing, he walked to the wall and sat down. He seemed to be choked. He hurriedly picked up a teapot from the ground and raised his head to drink water. After drinking, he wiped it with his sleeve and smiled in front of him: "Squad leader, this pancake is so delicious!"
The entire performance, his eyes, movements, temperament, and even the pancakes and water he ate made everyone feel like they were seeing the real thing with their own eyes.
"Director, I'm done." A voice sounded.
Everyone came back to their senses, and then, not knowing who started it, everyone started applauding.
The director looked him up and down and said with great joy: "Not bad, not bad!" He originally thought that the role he sent out this time was in vain, but he didn't expect to get such a big surprise.
Cheng Bai's performance was completely beyond his expectation!
He looked at the handsome young man in front of him and couldn't help but ask: "What movies are you filming recently?"
Cheng Bai blushed a little and said that he was playing a eunuch.
The director was stunned and couldn't help but sigh: "There are not many young people who can bend down and act in this kind of drama. You are very good." He smiled and waved, "Go ahead, go back and pay attention to the phone."
Cheng Bai's eyes brightened slightly, and he bowed to the teachers before retreating.
As soon as they left, the screenwriter, assistant director and others all congratulated Director Zhang on finding a good actor. Director Zhang waved: "Okay, you guys interview first, and I'll go take a look at the back." He opened the curtain and walked straight to a person on the bench. girl.
"Girl Huan, how is your dad's health lately? I haven't played chess with him for a long time."
"He's fine. The day before yesterday, he said he wanted to play a game with you when he was free. He hasn't played for a long time and his hands are itchy."
"Hey, your dad is just a three-minute hot guy. To put it nicely now, as soon as I come over, he will definitely take me fishing again. I don't know about him yet."
Xihe offered a cup of tea: "Then you can fish and play chess at the same time."
Director Zhang laughed, took a sip of tea, and held his belly: "I think your method will work!"
The two chatted for a while, and Director Zhang went to the front to continue the interview. During this period, he didn't talk about Cheng Bai.
Xihe came out of the tent and saw Cheng Bai waiting on the roadside from a distance. She walked over quickly: "Are you hungry? Let's go eat."
Cheng Bai seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally nodded: "Okay."
The two of them didn't go far. They ate at a small restaurant near the film and television base. The taste and hygiene were pretty good.
After eating and drinking water, Cheng Bai finally couldn't hold it in any longer: "What do you mean by my younger brothers and sisters?"
Xihe blinked, raised his head, drank the cup, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "Aren't you the younger brother and sister in the orphanage? I remember that you were an orphan, and you donated money to various orphanages every year. Most of your All the wages are spent on this.”
Cheng Bai's hopeful eyes gradually faded away, and he gently twitched the corner of his mouth: "That's it, I thought..."
"Why?"
"without."
"But don't worry, since I accept your love, I will definitely film well, but my current contract is still in Changhong, so I may not be able to make you much money in a short time."
Xihe smiled nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, I'll make whatever I can."
Seeing her like this, Cheng Bai also pursed his lips and smiled, but he didn't know whether it was more joyful or more bitter.
Xihe didn't have anything to say, so he asked him a few more questions, such as, "When will this online drama end," and "What are the plans for the future," etc. before letting him go.
Not long after that, Cheng Bai's online drama was finished. Knowing that he had no plans for the time being, Xihe took him to audition for another drama.
But it didn't work out, and I went to two more companies later. Either the schedule conflicted with director Zhang's play, or the script itself had too many quirks.
Xihe was tired until the end and couldn't help but secretly scolded Dihuang for his incompetence and that his agent hadn't shown up yet.
Otherwise, there would be no need for her to run there herself, alas.
"Actually, it doesn't matter."
Cheng Bai knelt down next to her and watched the people passing by on the street: "I used to go to auditions, and eight out of ten films didn't want me. Now we are doing very well."
He still remembers how he would eat steamed buns and a bottle of water every meal, squatting in the film and television city every day to look for opportunities.
Compared with that time, it is much better now.
After all, directors generally like people who have acting skills, are famous, or can spend money, but he doesn't take advantage of it, so it's normal for them to get screwed.
Although Cheng Bai didn't say anything, Xihe understood what he was saying, thought about it, and made a decision.
She stood up and said, "Director Zhang's play is about to start. We won't be going for interviews recently. We'll wait until you settle down on the crew. You'll be thinking about the script first."
Cheng Bai: "Okay."
Xihe smiled and thought he was a bit obedient.
Later, when Cheng Bai was thinking about movies or joining a group, Xihe didn't go to see him again, but just sent Zheng Hua over.
She was alone at home, staying in her room every day except for eating. She stayed up for several all-nighters and finally drew up the outline of a script. Then he told the nanny, "Don't call me when you're eating." He got into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
When Jin's father came back in the evening, he sneaked into his daughter's room and took a look, and saw papers all over the floor.
There are many words, all in black, spread on the ground.
He shook his head and sighed, squatting down and picking them up one by one, but he picked them slower and slower, and finally he was fascinated by them.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Xihe stared at the chicken coop and sat up, covered his mouth and yawned.
Father Jin held a stack of papers and stared at her closely: "Did you write these?"
Xihe closed his eyes: "Yeah, dad, remember to give me money to take pictures." He opened the quilt and went downstairs in slippers.
Father Jin: ... A poor child will lose money.
But the next day, Jin's father happily asked his secretary to prepare.
Secretary: ...The president’s daughter is undoubtedly a slave.
Because he had a great father to support him, Xihe didn't care about the venue or director. He just told them that the male lead had been decided and let them go make preparations while he wandered over to Director Zhang's crew.
Director Zhang represents the gold content, and the strictness is evident. She couldn't even get in at the door, but Director Zhang asked his assistant to pick her up.
Xihe followed the assistant in and saw Director Zhang shouting with a loudspeaker: "What makes you hateful is not to make you widen your eyes and tighten your eyebrows! Um, get down, are you stupid?"
The little Balu opposite was yelled so hard that his face turned red and he was at a loss. He couldn't even figure out what to do.
Xihe burst into laughter and turned to look around.
Their movie is about the Anti-Japanese War. The shooting location was in the mountains. Except for the camp area, the rest of the ground was completely decorated. There were destroyed city walls, broken tree trunks, red streamers floating in the wind, and dark red marks on the ground...
Everything is desolate and vaguely foreshadows the bloody wave that is about to break out.
