Director Hou nodded repeatedly while watching Xia Yanxi's performance. None of the girls who auditioned before fit his image of Wang Cong, a character who played a vital role in the plot.
The Wang Cang he was looking for was like Xia Yanxi, with a charming and pretty face, and when she smiled seductively, she had the aura of a promiscuous woman, but she also made people feel faintly pitiful.
Wang Xing was in love with the male protagonist, but because he fell into a romantic relationship, he had to reluctantly break up in order to let the male protagonist have a better future.
Xia Yanxi's performance is not over yet. The last part is when the male protagonist leaves her and she sits alone on the ground with a sad expression.
There are no lines, it’s all about body and facial expressions.
Her tears slowly flowed down, and she cried beautifully and pitifully. Her beautiful eyes filled with tears showed pain and sorrow, which was so heartbreaking and heartbreaking that I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
No one in the performance room spoke, everyone was immersed in Xia Yanxi's true feelings and vivid acting skills.
Even Bai Wenxuan, who had never believed that Xia Yanxi had real acting skills, couldn't help but be stunned.
Xia Yanxi said before that she loved acting. He thought it was because the little girl was born with the dream of becoming a star. Unexpectedly, she really liked this industry.
Xia Yanxi felt someone wiping her tears, and she immediately came out of her role. Looking at Bai Wenxuan who had squatted in front of her at some point, she quickly got up from the ground, took a few steps back, and distanced herself from him.
Bai Wenxuan stiffened. The wariness and disgust in her eyes were too obvious, like a heavy blow, hitting his heart hard.
Can he and she really not go back to the past
Bai Wenxuan pressed his lips hard, and a hint of unwillingness and sinisterness flashed in his deep amber eyes.
Several other judges in the performance room gradually recovered from Xia Yanxi's emotional performance, and applauded warmly.
Director Hou made the decision on the spot, "It's up to you!" He picked up Xia Yanxi's information, looked at it, and nodded repeatedly, "Not bad, not bad, it's a night pearl. As long as you perform this movie normally according to your acting skills, I guarantee that you can win the movie." A large number of fans and good reviews from the industry!”
Director Hou is a well-known director with deep qualifications and is always very accurate in judging people. He has a few classic TV series and has made many young artists famous. Xia Yanxi is very happy to be praised by him.
Bai Wenxuan interrupted abruptly, "Director Hou, don't forget that there is number 10 behind you, Gu Yanyan."
Xia Yanxi knew that her defense against Bai Wenxuan had made him unhappy. She didn't say anything, bowed to the judges in the audience, and walked out of the performance room with her back straight.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at Bai Wenxuan, completely treating him as a stranger.
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Qiao Yanli was recently busy with the group's latest development project. After finishing his work, he realized that he had not contacted his little wife for half a month.
"Song Lin, has your wife called me recently?" When he went out that morning, he put a small piece of paper on the bedside table with his personal number on it.
Song Lin shook his head, "Mr. Qiao, my wife never called you."
Qiao Yanli sighed slightly when he thought of what she said while holding him that night. She is still thinking about the first love that hurt her!
To her, his husband in name only should be an inconsequential person, just a passer-by!
Song Lin saw a hint of disappointment on Qiao Yanli's face, and he spoke cautiously, "Mr. Qiao, you and your wife have known each other for too short a time. If she suddenly falls in love with you, it means that she is half-hearted and not worthy of you." What a wonderful woman I love! Moreover, with your charm, it is only a matter of time before my wife falls in love with you."
Qiao Yanli's deep and narrow eyes glanced at Song Lin, who was becoming more and more observant of faces. His thin lips curved slightly, "Okay, don't say nice things. Prepare the car. I'm going to Huaxing Art School." Look at my little wife.”