The words have been broken by Xie Yang, there is no need to pretend to be friendly. Fang Chengnan sorted out the script in his hand, his tone faded, and said: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Really." Xie Yang still laughed, and glanced at Fang Chengnan's mobile phone under the script, "Do I need to pretend that I didn't see you secretly recording?"
Fang Chengnan grasped the script tightly, looked sideways at Xie Yang, frowned and said: "Xie Yang, you are a newcomer, I can understand your tension and sharpness now, but you better not go too far."
"The rumors at the V Club dinner were Mu Zhouyi told you, and then you found someone to spread it, right? What did Mu Zhouyi exchange with you for this, a special guest of the "Extreme Battle"?"
Fang Chengnan's expression changed.
"Fang Chengnan, no one is a fool. Three people are fighting for a role. Yan Xin belongs to Huanyu. You dare not move, so you stare at me? You think I'm a bully? Xie Yang plastic surgery, Xie Yang through the cottage, really good hot search Topic, thank you for taking the initiative to send me the heat."
Fang Chengnan reluctantly held his expression and said, "Xie Yang, don't slander you."
"It seems that you haven't given up your heart yet and want to continue to cheat me." Xie Yang leaned close to Fang Chengnan, lowering his voice, "How did Mu Zhouyi tell you?'Xie Yang was raised by someone, and I saw it with my own eyes'? Or'he The family of my ambiguous object who was sold by the Jie Jia’? She took the initiative to approach you, do you really think she was kindly giving you a handle? You never thought about it, in case she gave it to you Is it a decapitated meal?"
Fang Chengnan looked at Xie Yang abruptly.
"Did Hong Zhijie also be given the wrong message by you? You didn't think about it. If I were not raised, then you offended me. What would happen in the end?"
Fang Chengnan finally couldn't stabilize, and said: "Xie Yang, you in the end—"
"Senior, not all newcomers will honestly swallow their grievances after being suppressed." Xie Yang interrupted Fang Chengnan's words, straightened up, and smiled at Fang Chengnan again, "I have always held grudges and prayed. Don’t develop with Yangxing, or you will only get more and more sad in the future. In addition, I urge seniors to reflect on why you and Mu Zhouyi have only known each other not long ago, but she believes whatever she says."
After speaking, he glanced at Fang Chengnan's mobile phone hidden under the script, smiled, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the recording interface, and shook it in front of Fang Chengnan's eyes.
"Also, seniors, you will, and I will too."
Fang Chengnan's eyes widened, looking at the phone Xie Yang took out, and at Xie Yang's smiling but non-warming eyes, a chill on his back, and finally realized that he seemed to have kicked the iron plate.
Fang Chengnan took the phone and went out to make a call.
Xie Yang continued to flip through the audition footage.
A few minutes later, the door of the lounge was opened, and Yan Xin walked in after the audition. The staff who came in with Yan Xin let Xie Yang prepare.
Xie Yang nodded, and then said to Yan Xin: "How about the audition?"
Yan Xin sat next to Xie Yang and replied: "I have tried my best, and I have a clear conscience if I can live. Come on, I think you can do it."
"By the good words of seniors."
…
Under the leadership of the staff, Xie Yang entered the audition room, and saw that there was a small auditorium that was decorated. A scene of the room was simply set up on the auditorium stage. The furniture in the room was classical and delicate, except for the piano in the middle. modernization.
A group of people including the screenwriter of Zhou's guide film were sitting in the audience. These people Xie Yang recognized director Zhou Huairen. Zhou Huairen was over fifty years old, tall and fat, with a very artistic semi-long hair and a beard.
Xie Yang came to the stage and greeted everyone in the audience politely.
Zhou Huairen said: "Just start."
Xie Yang nodded, turned around and closed his eyes slightly. When he opened his eyes again, the maturity and calmness that belonged to Xie Yang's face had disappeared, replaced by a wave of flying and pride that came out of his bones.
Now that you have decided to do it, you must go all out. After accepting the audition, Xie Yang did not hope for the result of the audition, but he still prepared carefully. During this time, he turned to the original textbooks and notes whenever he had time, and occasionally consulted Yang Xingping's performance teacher.
He also read and read the script, analyzing every word about the young master.
In the first birthday plot, the young master played the piano not only to wish his mother birthday, he also wanted to show his mother the beauty of the piano and his talent in this area, in order to persuade his mother to help him run a piano school. .
At this time, the young master was proud and confident, sincere and dazzling. He wanted to show everyone how good the piano is, he wanted his mother to be happy, and he also set a small abacus to make his mother pay for it. A cunning little fox with capital and pride.
Xie Yang walked to the piano and reached out to touch the cover of the piano, acting softly, as if touching his lover. He turned sideways, his gaze fell on an empty chair beside the round table in the room, and said, "Mother, you must look at me well."
Zhou Huairen's expression moved.
Others also showed surprises.
This Xie Yang... No, the one standing on the stage right now is the beautiful and proud young master in the script.
Xie Yang at this time has completely brought into the emotions of the young master. He sat down in front of the piano, thinking about what to play to make his mother happy, and what to play to make his mother willing to help him run the school.
He is distressed, but not particularly distressed, because he knows that his mother must love him, and can't bear to refuse his request directly.
When he lifted the lid and put his fingers on the keys, the distress in his heart disappeared, and the desired melody jumped out naturally. It was lively, brisk and warm, like a butterfly in a spring garden, flapping its beautiful wings in the sun. Flying.
He looked down the stage, um, his mother started to smile, so he smiled too. He looked at the keys, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly changed the melody mischievously, making the music enthusiastically joyous.
He looked down the stage again, and saw not only his mother, but other guests in the room also showed a happy appearance, with a trace of pride on their faces. Yes, the piano has this kind of magic. You see, how worthy of everyone to love and learn.
He suddenly started a series of complex and difficult dazzling skills, and then quickly reduced the melody back to the spring garden. He enjoys the feeling of using music to influence other people's emotions, and he must let everyone know how good the piano is.
When the last melody fell, he looked at his mother, smiled, and said with pride, "Mother, how does it sound?"
In the next second, the smile on Xie Yang's face was constricted, turning back to polite and calm. He got up and walked to the front of the stage, bowed slightly to Zhou Huairen and others below the stage, and said, "The first stage of the performance is over. May I start the second stage immediately?"
Afterwards, Zhou Huairen and others came out of the emotions created by Xie Yang. They looked at Xie Yang unexpectedly and whispered to each other. Only Zhou Huairen immediately urged: "Go on, go on quickly."
Xie Yang nodded politely, then turned his head to look at the piano, then slowly turned and walked towards the piano.
He recalled the plot as he walked, bringing in the emotions of the young master little by little, and his walking posture changed little by little. When he reached the piano, he had no trace of understanding Yang.
He stroked the piano.
The young master who decided to die was not desperate, nor painful, he had no business, but in fact he had nostalgia for the world. He knows what he is doing and accepts it all.
This is the best result.
He bent down and carefully wiped the dust off the piano bench, sat down, took out a well-protected picture frame from his arms, gently placed it on the piano, and said, "Mother, I'm starting."
The air is quiet and no one responds.
He bowed his head and lifted the piano cover.
With a broken finger and a damaged piano, the few notes just played must be unpleasant. He paused for a while, then tightened his fingers, raised his head towards the photo and said: "Mother, I'm sorry, I have neglected to practice recently."
Still no one responded.
He was stunned for a long time, then he held his mind, lowered his head again, earnestly, even with a little paranoia, raised his finger and gently pressed it, from slow strumming to slow continuity.
Can play.
The mutilated left hand always misses the sound, it doesn't matter, as long as it can still play.
Can play.
He closed his eyes and devoted himself to this playing.
Jerky, stiff, shriveled... Gradually, the tune fills and warms up.
Pointing to the broken piano, it seemed to be restored. Mother walked out of the frame and sat down on the stage with a smile. There was a fragrance of flowers floating in the air. It was another beautiful spring day.
He still remembers the novelty when he first touched the piano. He wondered what kind of monster it was that could make such a special sound.
He still remembers his mother's surprise and pride when he played a complete piece for the first time.
He held a piano party for his family, taught everyone to dance, and taught everyone to sing.
His first student was a beggar who lost his parents in the war. He drew the keys on the ground, taught the kid to play, and ridiculously simulated the sound of the piano with his throat.
He still remembered the bright and joyous eyes of the child. That should be the same as him back then.
He smiled, his tune changed. It was that spring day again, and my mother was sitting under the stage with a smile, the sun was shining in, the air was smelling of cakes, and the butler was singing loudly outside.
One song is complete.
He slowly opened his eyes, the dreamy spring disappeared, and everything was ruined before his eyes. The expression on his face slowly disappeared, staring blankly at the smiling mother in the photo, for a long time, then suddenly smiled again, smiling, and tears fell.
"Mother, it's hard to hear, right?"
"Mother, we are home."
"Mother, I will stay with you this time and never leave again."
…
At the end of the performance, Xie Yang wiped away his tears, stood up and walked to the front of the stage, bowed to Zhou Huairen and others below the stage, and said, "My performance is over."
Zhou Huairen carefully looked at Xie Yang and asked, "What tune did you just play?"
"It's a solo song I wrote specifically for the role of the young master after reading the script."
After a long time, Zhou Huairen leaned back in the chair, smiled, and said, "Yes."
…
When Xie Yang returned to the lounge, Fang Chengnan had finished the call and came back. When the insight came back, Fang Chengnan looked over immediately.
Xie Yang looked back and said, "Senior, it's time for you."
Fang Chengnan actually responded to the slightly provocative sentence of understanding Yang, saying: "Xie Yang, I hope we are only competitors this time."
Is this service soft
Xie Yang said: "Then it depends on the sincerity of seniors."
Fang Chengnan stopped talking, got up and left under the greeting of the staff.
A quarter of an hour later, Fang Chengnan returned from the audition.
After a few more minutes, Director Zhou came to the lounge in person, and said to everyone that he was thankful for the show and the hard work of the audition, and then said that the results of the audition would be out one week later at the latest.
Everyone responded politely.
Xie Yang took advantage of the opportunity to shake hands with Zhou Huairen and explored Zhou Huairen's brain. Sure enough, he found a little golden finger remaining, which he swallowed and swept away.