"It's not our fault. It's his own problem. He shouldn't bring such an artist."
"Yes, I also think she shouldn't bring this kind of artist. Can't she choose a good one?"
But someone glanced at Meng Yuxin, remembered something, and said with a chuckle: "Oh... that's not because she is not capable enough. If she could take care of someone like Meng Yuxin, she would have taken care of her long ago."
"Okay, okay, everyone, please stop joking, lest people really look bad and make everyone sad."
Jiang Xiaoyou is a person who has experienced strong winds and waves. He doesn't care at all if he is ridiculed by such a female artist.
She sneered heavily, then patted Tang Weiwei's hand and said calmly: "Weiwei, don't be afraid, these people can't affect me yet."
"Um."
While they were talking, auditions had already begun over there.
Although the first few people who entered had a good image, their acting skills and understanding of the characters were really unsatisfactory. The director couldn't stand it and let them out quickly.
Seeing the sighs of the first few women, Meng Yuxin and the others knew that they were out of luck.
After they looked at each other, they laughed and started discussing.
"It seems that this role is really not something that just anyone can win."
"Please make this kind of production, this kind of role, without acting skills and experience, how could the director want it?"
"Fortunately, our manager lets us hone our acting skills every day. Now we are not afraid of so many."
"Haha, I'm not afraid of that much either."
As everyone spoke, their eyes turned to Tang Weiwei again.
Obviously he looks down on Tang Weiwei and feels that Tang Weiwei has no acting skills.
Tang Weiwei ignored them. When the staff asked her to go in to perform, she gathered her emotions, then took a deep breath and walked in.
When he saw the director, Tang Weiwei bowed gracefully and said to the director: "Director Zhang, hello, I am Tang Weiwei."
Director Zhang Haisheng raised his head, looked at Tang Weiwei, and immediately thought of Jiang Xiaoyou, and said to the assistant beside him: "Is this the latest female artist Jiang Xiaoyou brought?"
The assistant nodded, "Yes, I have seen her works. Her acting skills are good, and every character is portrayed very energetically by her. Every time she performs it, it is different every time. I think she is a good artist."
Zhang Haisheng nodded slightly when he heard this, and then said to Tang Weiwei: "You have already read the script, haven't you?"
Tang Weiwei: "Yes, director."
"Now please perform a performance." Zhang Haisheng pointed at the wall, "Imagine there is someone you love there, and you must plot against him."
"OK."
The test question Zhang Haisheng gave Tang Weiwei was to play the scene in which the third female protagonist betrays her favorite man.
In fact, this section is a better performance for many female artists.
But Zhang Haisheng has always felt that this role is complicated, and female artists should perform this kind of complexity.
I have never been able to decide on an artist, but Zhang Haisheng wants to use someone who is capable and capable of performing complex performances.
At this moment, Tang Weiwei took a deep breath and quietly walked towards the wall.
She flipped her hair and suddenly smiled lightly.
The most moving starlight was flowing in her charming eyes, as if the man in front of her was her world.
"Brother Ayang, you are finally willing to come see me."
The wall didn't respond, but Zhang Haisheng raised his eyebrows. Tang Weiwei's opening was interesting.
Most of the actors thought that the third female lead would have a look of pain when she saw the man she loved, but at this moment Tang Weiwei did the opposite and looked at him with bright eyes.
In fact, in Zhang Haisheng's opinion, this is a normal reaction.
You can't hide the look in someone's eyes that you like, especially the third girl who is not afraid to express her feelings.
Even though she has a blood feud, she is willing to express her love.
At this moment, Tang Weiwei's reaction was exactly what he expected.
"Brother Ayang, it's okay... I know how you feel." The stars in Tang Weiwei's eyes gradually faded, and her hands touched her waist, as if she was looking for something.
Zhang Haisheng knew that if there were props now, Tang Weiwei would probably have held the dagger according to the plot development.
In the plot, the third female stabbed the man she loved in the chest with a dagger, and then stabbed herself again to frame him and put him in jail.
In the original work, the third woman did this to save the life of the man she loved, but the screenwriter changed it and only retained the cruelty of the third woman.
Zhang Haisheng hopes from the bottom of his heart that a female artist can understand this and let the role of the third female lead be dominated by love.
At this moment, Tang Weiwei pulled out a dagger weakly, and suddenly raised it high, as if to stab the man he loved.
But instead, he pointed the sharp blade at his lower abdomen, with tears overflowing from the end of his eyes, and stabbed it directly.
"Brother Ayang, everyone is selfish, and so am I... I know you look down on people like me. You also feel that I have betrayed our faith."
"But you don't understand me... You don't know how dark a world I am in. I want to live well and be like them, but then I will only be exposed to darkness."
As Tang Weiwei spoke, he raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then walked towards the wall step by step.
At this moment, it seemed as if what she faced was not a wall, but the man she loved.
But because of her identity, she cannot have this man.
Her mouth moved silently, and she didn't know what she said. Then her expression suddenly changed, and she smiled a bit sinisterly.
"Brother Ayang, hate me, hate me." After saying that, she closed her eyes and pointed the dagger in her hand at her beloved.
When the dagger stabbed into the opponent's chest, her shoulders trembled miserably, and she covered her chest with one hand, as if her heart had been torn apart by something.
But she quickly pulled out the dagger, threw it on the ground, took a few steps back, sat on the ground, and kept shaking her head.
"It hurts, it really hurts...someone come to help...someone come..."
If you follow the original script, Tang Weiwei's cry of pain at this moment should be for his own wound.
But Zhang Haisheng and the assistant director saw another feeling.
Tang Weiwei was not crying out for herself, she was worried about Ayang and the man she loved.
Her pain was because the other person was hurt by him.
Every little move she made just now told everyone that she loved Ayang very much, but Ayang couldn't see it.
"Brother Ayang, I belong to hell... You can push me into hell. But... you also have to be contaminated by darkness." Tang Weiwei said the lines, throwing his head back and laughing.
Her laughter was very sad, and people seemed to understand her mood immediately.
I don't know how long it took, but Tang Weiwei's laughter stopped, but the directors didn't move on from this scene.
It was only a few minutes of performance, and Tang Weiwei didn't even have a physical object, but why were they so heartbroken by her?
