Although Huo Yunque said that his accident had nothing to do with Huo Ningxi, it was just that they lived in peace for so long, if Huo Ningxi hadn't done something intolerable, the Huo family wouldn't be short of food.
Tang Xinrou didn't ask too many questions, but seeing Huo Ningxi's fate, he felt quite sad.
When he was studying at the beginning, the youngest of the Huo family was the dream lover of many girls. He was full of vigor and power.
It can be said that Song Jingwan has been targeting Song Yaoyao, and Huo Ningxi has played a large role in it.
Time passed quickly, and it was winter again in a blink of an eye.
Preparations for Song Yaoyao's new film have begun.
This time, what she is going to shoot is a story about a general and an actor. Among them are fighting on the battlefield, but also tenderness of iron and blood. It's a hero movie, yes, it's a movie.
After filming two TV series, Song Yaoyao finally decided to make a movie.
Before the filming started, she made a lot of preparations, just taking notes, and wrote several books, constantly absorbing Kang Yuan's opinions.
On the day of the audition, Song Yaoyao saw someone unexpected to her.
Zhong Lixue—
"Audition?"
Song Yaoyao flipped through the script and looked at Zhong Lixue in a red coat, feeling a little uncomfortable.
In her few impressions, Zhong Lixue was always dressed plainly and had a cool demeanor, as if she didn't care about anything.
Suddenly with this outfit, Song Yaoyao probably guessed which role she wanted to try.
The heroine Xiaoman.
"Little man."
Sure enough, in the next second, Zhong Lixue said softly.
Xu Yue pushed back the glasses, which she had recently fitted. It is said that they look more professional and mature, and are easier to handle. What she wears at work is also more mature in the workplace.
Tang Xinrou went to other places to shoot, but she stayed and interviewed with Song Yaoyao.
"I know you." Obviously, Xu Yue also recognized Zhong Lixue, "I remember you rejected the opportunity to debut, I'm curious, what changed your mind and made you choose to enter the entertainment industry again? ?”
Zhong Lixue pursed her lips, she slowly raised her eyes, and looked at Song Yaoyao, "I want my brother to see it."
She is no worse than Lily, and she can do very well.
Song Yaoyao casually pointed to a paragraph, and handed it to Zhong Lixue, "Since it's an audition, let's start. With me, I only value acting skills."
Xu Yue didn't speak, but folded her arms around her chest, watched Zhong Lixue take off her coat, and took a deep breath.
She looked at the script and was silent for a few minutes. Then rely on my own comprehension and start acting.
The camera was on and recorded her performance in its entirety.
Xiaoman is a woman rescued by the general on the battlefield. She is versatile and beautiful. She is a prisoner of the enemy country, and she is about to be used as a military prostitute.
It was the general who saved her.
The two have a mutual affection while getting along, but at the same time, Xiaoman's mood is also complicated. This is her lover and her enemy—
He saved her, but he was the chief culprit who caused her tragic experience.
Every night, Xiaoman wanted to kill him with his own hands, but often couldn't bear to do it.
But what she didn't know was that the general knew everything. Knowing that there is hatred hidden in her heart, and knowing that her true identity is the princess of the enemy country.
At that time, the war between the two countries had not yet broken out. The general was ordered by the emperor to send the princess to marry him, and he once caught a glimpse of her from afar.
…
However, during the audition, in order to prevent the plot from being leaked, the entire script is generally not given.
Just pick a small part and let the actors do it.
Song Yaoyao and Xu Yue were surprised by Zhong Lixue's performance. She has aura in her body, as if God is enjoying the meal. Relying on his own understanding, he showed a different Xiaoman.
"I'll consider it and let you know if I pass the audition, next one."
Zhong Lixue stood still, she paused for two seconds.
It seemed very difficult to say to Song Yaoyao: "Please—"
Song Yaoyao paused as she flipped through the script.
Is this her request
"What do you think?"
At the end of the day, Xu Yue was exhausted, Xindao auditioning is really not something that people do.
Originally, this kind of work could be left to the assistant director, but Song Yaoyao wanted to do everything by herself.
Among the people who came to the audition, there were many with sharp eyes for acting.
Xu Yue's eyes and ears were devastated.
She stretched and asked Song Yaoyao's opinion.
"Continue tomorrow."
"What—?" Xu Yue was dumbfounded, half-stretched and froze, "Try again tomorrow? That Zhong Lixue, you don't plan to use her?"
She saw that Song Yaoyao clearly recognized her acting skills.
Song Yaoyao smiled inexplicably, "Let's talk about it."
She packed her things, stood up and left.
Outside the door, a flamboyant and luxurious supercar was parked in the aisle. It was the rush hour at this point, and people stopped to watch from time to time, with envy flashing in their eyes.
In the chicken soup for the soul on the Internet, it is always said that as long as you work hard, you will have a house and a car ticket. In fact, these are just to deceive those children who have not yet left school and still have longing for the society.
Only after you really enter the society will you find out. When you have worked so hard to buy the car and house you want, you have worked so hard and even spent half your life on it. In the eyes of the real rich, it is just a random gadget. Maybe after driving it once, I lost interest and just threw it in the garage to collect dust.
In Chicken Soup for the Soul, everyone is equal, and everything is possible as long as you work hard.
But the reality is that there are some things you didn't have when you were born, and you are destined not to have them in this life.
Unpleasant, but realistic.
Song Yaoyao's hat almost flew off due to the cold wind blowing in front of her. She quickly pressed down on her hat and took a deep breath from the cold.
"Miss Song, we meet again."
The door opened, and the first thing that caught the eye was the slender legs.
Then, Song Yaoyao heard the exclamation of passers-by around her, and seemed to be admiring something.
Song Yaoyao followed the sound and frowned subconsciously.
It's Zhongli.
"Mr. Zhongli."
"It seems that Miss Song hasn't forgotten me. It's my honor."
Zhong Li walked to Song Yaoyao's side, still holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes and looked at him coldly, "I don't have amnesia yet."
"Of course I didn't mean that, I just feel very happy." Zhong Li was surprised, helplessness appeared on his handsome face, and he gracefully handed over the bouquet, "For you."
The bouquet of pure white roses, with its elegant and rich aroma, immediately entered Song Yaoyao's nose when she approached.
"Sorry, Miss Song never accepts things from outsiders casually."
With one arm lying between Song Yaoyao and Zhongli, Huo Jiu smiled politely, but coldness flashed across his eyes behind the lenses.
"No matter what Mr. Zhongli means, I think I will disappoint your kindness. I still have something to do, so I will leave."
After finishing speaking, Song Yaoyao passed him and walked towards her car.