Since the day when he promised Xu Qichen to consider going to the audition, Xia Xiqing had nightmares all night and all night, dreaming about things that happened when he was a child. He originally thought that in the past so many years, he had forgotten everything.
But at the moment when he opened his eyes in a cold sweat, Xia Xiqing realized that he had never forgotten that these dark memories were dormant in a hidden corner of the heart, waiting for the opportunity to surface and beat his nerves all the time.
Xia Xiqing hated embarrassment, and even more hated herself who was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to face it.
When I woke up, I couldn't sleep anymore. I turned on my phone at three o'clock in the middle of the night and refreshed the circle of friends. Coincidentally, the latest one turned out to be Zhou Ziheng's Moments posted at 2:45 in the morning.
There is only one photo, the script and various notes mosaiced by him, and a cup of coffee.
It's really hard work.
Xia Xi counted a thumbs up and received Zhou Ziheng's message in the next second.
[Moral pacesetter: Why haven't you slept yet? ]
[Terrorist: I look to you. ]
Holding the mobile phone, Xia Xiqing looked at the ceiling and thought of the materials she saw in the bay window of Zhou Ziheng's bedroom last time. It seems that he really wants to play this play well, so he put so much effort into it.
I don't know why, a picture suddenly popped up in my mind. Zhou Ziheng in a suit and leather shoes stood on the stage to accept the award, and he also sat down and applauded him, dressed like a dog.
Xia Xiqing felt that he must be sick.
What if one of the main creations the audience celebrated for him was someone else.
[Terrorist: Which new people you have met, send me a product. ]
It was originally a joke, who thought Zhou Ziheng actually sent him a few photos.
[Ethical pacesetter: All directors went to the film academy to find them. At present, I think these three are not bad, they are all pretty, all of them are from a major class, and their professional abilities are not bad. ]
In fact, Zhou Ziheng's words are quite pertinent. "Not bad", "Very delicate", "Also fine", these descriptions are not enough [appreciation] anyway, they can only be regarded as above the passing line. But Xia Xiqing felt uncomfortable when he saw it. He was accustomed to finding reasons and attributed this emotional abnormality to his old self-esteem.
But I didn't understand why he was compared with the three newcomers in Zhou Ziheng's mouth.
Maybe Xia Xiqing didn't reply for too long, and Zhou Ziheng sent another one.
[Moral pacesetter: What's wrong, I asked this suddenly. ]
[Terrorist: Just ask, see which newcomer is so lucky, and the first time he plays with handsome guy Zhou. ]
He clicked on the first picture. It was a boy who looked eighteen or nineteen years old. His facial features were delicate, his skin was white, and he looked pure and pure. The second one is almost the same style, with longer hair.
The boy in the last picture is a little special, with very light eyeballs, round eyes and slap face, and brown hair. There is a type that girls would like now, cute and pure.
[Terrorist: The third kid is cute, and it feels like you. ]
When it was about to be sent, Xia Xiqing deleted the second half of the sentence again, leaving only the first half of the compliment.
Originally, Zhou Ziheng was editing Xia Xiqing’s reply to a WeChat message. He was hesitant to tell Xia Xiqing. He just wanted to play this drama with him. After deleting and changing a few words, he saw the other party’s post. New news coming.
The three words "children" touched his inverse scale almost instantly, not to mention the sentence "quite cute" at the end, and he deleted the text he had edited in one go.
[Moral pacesetter: What, your appetite? ]
Seeing this sentence, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing. How could this guy still have no idea what kind of taste he had, and if he didn't know what he was, he wouldn't be done by looking in the mirror.
He glanced at the photo again, and the boy in it was smiling brightly, and the shape of his eyes made a beautiful smile.
Like a little angel.
[Terrorist: Isn't this innocent look your taste? I don't know if it is the same on the outside. ]
Don't make it like me.
Zhou Ziheng was already angry at first, but he was even more angry when he saw this sentence. It turned out that Xia Xiqing had always thought that he was fooling around with him just because of his innocent-looking face. He knew who Xia Xiqing was from the beginning, and it was not because of his face that he was deceived. Not knowing whether it was anger or something, Zhou Ziheng finally typed a few words and turned off the phone.
[Ethical pacesetter: Yes, it's my taste. ]
When Xia Xiqing saw this WeChat message, she sat up directly from the bed.
When Xia Xiqing didn't call others, he didn't know how many people were waiting for him. Zhou Ziheng actually dared to say that other men were his taste in front of him. These days it really gives him a face.
The more I thought about it, the more panicked I became, the more I felt awkward, and I sat up and smoked a cigarette. Xu Qichen didn't dare to pick up his notebook, and he was still being compared by this kind of little yellow-haired boy who hadn't grown up.
Your taste? I'm the damn I won't let you play with your tastes.
Holding this not very positive attitude. Two days later, Xia Xiqing finally agreed to Xu Qichen's audition. Xu Qichen on the phone was so surprised, "I thought you were fooling me by saying that you were thinking about it. I didn't expect you to come."
In fact, it was indeed a fool, if it weren't for being angry with Zhou Ziheng.
"Well, you can send me the time and place."
"Huh? Didn't Ziheng tell you? It's tonight."
"Tonight?" Xia Xiqing didn't freeze directly, and regretted it after speaking. He hadn't talked to Zhou Ziheng since that night. Even if he stayed at the right door, he didn't contact anyone. He didn't know that the second man's audition was scheduled tonight.
"Well, at half past seven tonight. I'll send you the address. If you come over, don't drive, just take a taxi. I'll wait for you downstairs. There are many reporters around here."
Xia Xiqing gave a hum, hung up the phone, and realized that it was seven o'clock. He was too lazy to clean up, so he went out wearing a black overalls for painting at home. When sitting in the taxi, Xia Xiqing saw in the rearview mirror that her hair was a bit messy, so she tied the ends of her hair around the back of her head with a hair tie.
As soon as he finished the tie, he was stunned for a while.
No, I don't want him to succeed. Thinking of what happened that morning, Xia Xiqing was upset.
The taxi driver sitting in the front glanced at him for several times, then hesitated for a long time before speaking, "You, are you that star?"
When encountering a stranger, Xia Xiqing, he habitually resorted to the trick of smirking for twenty-five years, "You admit it wrong."
"No, my sister's mobile phone screensaver is you." The driver looked young in his 20s and 30s. "It's you and the actor, that... Zhou Ziheng, yes, a picture of you two." He glanced again. , "You and I will not admit it wrong, you have long hair and a mole on your nose, my sister likes you."
I don't know why, Xia Xiqing was a little proud.
When I got off the car, the driver held his mobile phone out of the car window and wanted to take a picture of him. Xia Xiqing saw it and did not stop him. Who made his sister a self-study girl.
Xia Xiqing suddenly discovered that the pleasure of petting a fan is actually two-way.
When he got out of the car, he saw Xu Qichen at the entrance of the hotel. He wore a pair of glasses today and looked more student-like than usual. Xia Xiqing ran two steps to his side.
"Have you waited for a long time?"
"No." Xu Qichen pushed his glasses and said with a smile to him, "You looked handsome just now in those two steps."
"Now I found out that your brother Xi Qing is handsome." Xia Xiqing tilted the corner of his mouth scornfully, and put his hand on Xu Qichen's shoulder unconsciously, "Why don't you shake Xia Zhixu and brother me."
Xu Qichen didn't say anything, only smiled, and the two of them went upstairs like this. While riding in the elevator, he talked to Xia Xiqing about the audition, and handed him the script in his hand. The folded page was the part he needed to prepare.
"How many people came today?"
"Add you to four."
Xia Xiqing let out a cry, thinking of the photos Zhou Ziheng sent him before, it is estimated that they are the three newcomers, "Are there no other actors coming?"
Xu Qichen shook his head, "We've seen the others for a long time, and Director Kun is not particularly satisfied. Besides," Xu Qichen's voice lowered a little. Many popular niches are unwilling to play."
That's true. In fact, Xia Xiqing had always felt that the director of Kunming wanted to play the role. On the one hand, there must be something that he thinks he is very similar to Jiang Tong, but he does not rule out the possibility that the combination of him and Zhou Ziheng has its own heat. For directors who make niche movies, it is also very important to be able to see their work by more people.
It's like an artist who advertises maverick, but who really doesn't want his work to be known widely. No matter how valuable the undiscovered things are, they will never shine.
"I have tried two actors just now." Xu Qichen opened the door of the audition room. "Now everyone is resting and discussing. You can look at the script. The next one is you."
Xia Xiqing nodded.
Xu Qichen tugged at his generous overalls. There were paint stained on the paintings. He couldn't help laughing, "You dress very casually today."
Looking down, Xia Xiqing smiled indifferently, "Isn't you going to play the autistic youth? The autistic youth don't dress up." They entered the back door. The room was quite large. There was a vacant lot in front of them, and the camera was facing. After lighting up, a short man in a peaked cap was sitting in front, talking to a man in a suit next to him. Xia Xiqing guessed that the simple-dressed man was the director of their mouths.
What made him feel strange was that there was a little girl sitting next to him. Whose child is it? Still a young actor.
Coincidentally, when the two of them ended their conversation, Director Kun looked back and saw Xia Xiqing all of a sudden, with a slightly surprised expression.
Xia Xiqing politely smiled at him.
"I'll go ahead first." Xu Qichen patted him on the shoulder, walked to the director and sat down.
Xia Xiqing nodded, then sat in the corner and looked through the script in his hand. The folded part was a small outbreak. Jiang Tong went home from the hospital. In the corridor, he saw a family abusing a little girl. This family has lived downstairs in his house for two years. It's already common to hit a child along the way.
But today Jiang Tong had just come back from the hospital and was cold all over, the girl's hoarse cry came from his hearing aid, thinking of the self before, so he knocked on the door, from knocking to smashing the door, until the little girl's father opened the door . He stepped forward and hugged the child who had been abused by the domestic violence, and let the other party beat him up, but didn't let go, even the hearing aid was knocked out.
It wasn't until Gao Kun passed by when he came back that he was saved.
Xia Xiqing found it difficult for the first time it was such a high-intensity climax. Fortunately, Jiang Tong is a hearing impaired, with almost no lines and no additional task of memorizing lines.
I don't know why, just looking at the simplest description in the script, Xia Xiqing felt a little breathless. He tried to calm his mood and try to be more calm.
One advantage of drawing from a young age is that it allows him to construct concrete scenes in his mind all the time, and it is not difficult to restore the situation in the script.
The hard part is whether he can let go, or dare to let go.
"Xu Zixi."
He raised his head and saw a young man sitting aside responded and walked to the front.
"Hello everyone, I am Xu Zixi, a third-year undergraduate student of XX Film Academy."
Junior? Zhou Ziheng is really a real peer. The distance was a little far away, Xia Xiqing slightly squinted his eyes and took a closer look. Isn't this the boy who "fits his taste" that Zhou Ziheng said. Real people look better than photos, well-behaved and delicate, not particularly tall, and their voices are quite tender.
Xia Xiqing watched Xu Zixi walk out of the room door, seemingly to start the act from knocking on the door.
"Are you ready?" Director Kun asked.
"It's okay." Xu Zixi answered at the door. After half a minute, he heard his knock on the door. It was weak at first, with little hand strength, and the sound was not loud. After a while, no one answered him. The movements are getting louder and louder, the knocking on the door is getting louder and louder, and it is mixed with a few shouts of "Ah", acting like a deaf-mute person.
He started to smash the door, his voice getting louder and louder and more anxious. At this time, an actor taking part in the play strode forward and opened the door suddenly. Xu Zixi's expression of horror appeared outside the door. He raised his hand and slowly lowered it.
The actors are not responsible for speaking lines to the actors. At this time, the little girl is already standing in front of the camera. The little actor takes effort in acting, so she just stands there and doesn’t need to cry. Xia Xiqing felt the pressure even more.
As soon as Xu Zixi came in, she staggered and walked quickly to the little girl's side, knelt down and hugged her. His arms were raised high, and his mouth was still shouting. The lines were very simple, almost repeating the words "Don't... Hit...", but he said it very hard, really like a beaten-up. People with disabilities.
Xia Xiqing had to admit that he did a good job.
At this time, another person walked in quickly at the door and pulled Xu Zixi, who was half kneeling on the ground, up.
It is Zhou Ziheng.
It turns out that he is here, and he is also responsible for the show.
Zhou Ziheng drew him to the other side. As soon as he let go, Xu Zixi squatted down holding the young actor. His tears came down almost instantly, crying and shouting the words "Don't be afraid" with difficulty. The little actors' hands were shaking. The scene was quiet, no one spoke.
Xia Xiqing felt the pressure just because of this crying scene. It seems that the background of the science class is really different. If you cry, you can burst into tears immediately.
"Okay. It's okay."
Hearing the director's opening, Xu Zixi quickly walked out of the role. He wiped his face and smiled shyly. He held the little actor's hand with a gentle voice, "Did I scare you just now?"
The director didn't say much, but the man in a suit sitting beside him had a satisfied smile on his face. Xu Zixi turned around again and bowed to Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng also smiled at him very politely, boasting "The crying scene is very powerful."
If you change someone else, seeing this kind of audition would have been withdrawn at this time. He was not a professional actor at first, and Zhuyu is in the front. Staying here may lose you.
But Xia Xiqing was a smart and strong person, especially when he heard Zhou Ziheng's compliment.
If it is another role, he is not sure about it.
But it was Jiang Tong.
Zhou Ziheng turned around and happened to see Xia Xiqing wearing a black overalls in the corner. After many days, the two met again.
Seeing Zhou Ziheng's surprised eyes, Xia Xiqing raised the corners of her mouth and raised her eyebrows.
No, it's not Jiang Tong.
What he wants to play is himself, how could he lose.