"What nonsense, what are you staring at or not, Mr. Chen doesn't know and you don't know either?"
Qiu Ping snorted angrily, and said lightly: "One of them is Mrs. Ah Yan, who do you think he looks at?"
Mr. Chen really didn't know, he was only responsible for paying the money and not inquiring about gossip in the entertainment industry. To him, artists were cash cows and investment stocks. He didn't know their private affairs and was not interested in knowing them, so he was stunned and looked at Song Yan : "One is your wife?"
Song Yan nodded: "Yes."
Anyway, the actresses hadn't arrived yet, and there were only a few of them in the room, so the assistant director didn't hold back so much, and said jokingly: "Actually, I have to say that the two actresses who auditioned today have a good relationship with Ting Feng. I remember that Tang Jiaren debuted with you ten years ago, right? You won the best newcomer at the film festival that year. She smiled happier than you when she was interviewed, and the media even blocked you. Best On-Screen Couple' Right?"
Knowing each other and working together when they were young, the youthful but outstanding performances in the film, the great success of their debut, sent them together to the red carpet of the most eye-catching film festival, and they are both the most beautiful age of seventeen or eighteen, outsiders It's hard not to get them right.
The fire of gossip in the assistant director's eyes was almost burning to Song Yan's face.
"It happens that your wife is not here now, did you two have it before? Ah?"
Song Yan's tone was calm, and he gave a very disappointing answer: "No."
The assistant director obviously didn't believe it: "Impossible, right? Really nothing?"
Song Yan has received many interviews over the years. Every time there is an interview draft about film promotion, the media always asks about his debut work. He is the male lead, so naturally he will also ask about the female lead. Every time his answer is Yes or no, but the denial of the person concerned is not a powerful clarification. After all, it is the default rule in the industry for artists to lie to the camera. continue.
Until Song Yan and Wen Li announced their marriage two years ago, Tang Jiaren's career focus has been abroad. Although Wen Li is popular, her commercial value cannot be underestimated. In the past two years, several popular dramas have been released, with topicality and national popularity. They were all terrifying, which made the curiosity of the media slowly disappear in public.
"No." Qiu Ping interjected, explaining for Song Yan succinctly, "Old Yu said before that they are really fine."
The relationship between Qiu Ping and screenwriter Lao Zhou is far better than that of the assistant director. Lao Yu told him some details about Song Yan's filming in the past years, and the reason why he could tell Lao Zhou about Song Yan's first love. It's because Lao Zhou is a script maniac. He doesn't care about the affairs in the circle with his pen. It's okay to say it. Anyway, Lao Zhou is tight-lipped, but the assistant director can't. If it is revealed, who knows what impact it will have .
When the assistant director heard Yu Weiguang's words, he understood in his heart that it was really all right.
"Hey, those revelations are pure fucking nonsense. They said that they had uncovered Song Yan's love history. They said that he and Tang Jiaren had a real relationship back then, and it was still their first love. Later, they broke up because of resources. Only then did they reconcile." The assistant director resolutely pushed the blame to the gossip marketing account, "I really can't believe it."
Song Yan seldom read this kind of gossip, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Pick up my love history?"
The assistant director nodded: "Ang, there are several paragraphs, and the analysis is well-founded."
Although he is also an insider and knows that most of these things are true or false, but he is not familiar with Song Yan, so he can't tell whether it is true or not.
"Where's the reason? It's just a paragraph." Song Yan clarified himself, and said with a smile, "I won't accompany you to the audition today."
Just a paragraph, that is to say, the pure first love with Tang Jiaren guessed by the media is all nonsense.
Not only the assistant director was stunned, but Mr. Chen and Qiu Ping were also stunned.
Everyone is in the film and television industry. There are so many beautiful women in this industry. There are a lot of beautiful female artists, not to mention male artists. Some female artists' love history is as exciting as TV dramas. Such a clean relationship history really frightened them.
Song Yan saw Director Qiu's expressions and knew what they were thinking. He seldom talked about his relationship history in front of the camera because he said it was the same effect. Write, he simply didn't bother to say it.
On the other hand, Wen Li's emotional gossip is more arranged by the media than his. She is from an idol drama, and her positioning is a problem. Stirring gossip is also part of her job. Song Yan was not sure which of her gossips were true and which were false. Anyway, no matter whether it is true or not, he didn't make it to the end, and he didn't want to add trouble to himself to ask her.
Until they got married two years ago, at a dinner party after a certain artist ceremony, both of them were drunk, unable to hold back the instinctive impulse and desire of the body, the process was very difficult, and both parties were very unfamiliar.
After drinking some wine, a single man and a widow, sleeping in the same bed at night, under the eaves, are legally certified couples, and both of them are entertainers, because that night was a media event, and the makeup artists were desperately trying to suppress their counterparts The direction is strong, and the audience is already amazed in front of the camera, let alone face to face, but for any normal person with emotions and desires, it is difficult not to think about a certain aspect in such a favorable time and place.
Wen Li became a little outspoken after drinking, and complained when she felt uncomfortable.
"Damn it hurts... Mr. Song, can you really know it!"
Song Yan hesitated and said, "No."
Wen Li was stunned for a long time, as if shocked by his answer, and then said dully after a long while: "... Oh, it's all right, come on."
Song Yan was silent for a moment. Knowing that she was uncomfortable, she held back and said in a hoarse voice, "Whatever Mr. Wen likes, you tell me, and I will do it."
"How would I know." Wen Li bit her lip and said in embarrassment, "I've never eaten pork."
"..."
Ignoring these stupid conversations, each other has a good idea of the truth and falsehood of the rumored love history of the person around them.
Because of the assistant director's act of believing those fake materials, Song Yan unintentionally thought of the night two years ago, when she lowered her eyes, put her fingers on the center of her eyebrows, and followed the movement of pursing her lips, her Adam's apple slipped up and down, and she couldn't help but laugh.
At this time, someone knocked on the door: "Director Qiu, Tang Jiaren is here."
"Come here? It's pretty quick to put on makeup." Qiu Ping said, "Come in."
The reason why she puts on makeup quickly is because her temperament already matches the background of the Republic of China. With a few simple strokes of eyebrow and eyeliner, plus lip color embellishment, she looks like a magnificent lady in that era.
Both Qiu Ping and the assistant director were taken aback. They had to admit that some female artists are born with excellent temperament, which is suitable for this kind of retro dress.
Tang Jiaren was also taken aback when she saw Song Yan. Thinking of Wen Li she met in the dressing room, she understood, quickly covered her eyes, and smiled at him.
"I didn't expect you to come here today."
"I came with my wife." Song Yan also smiled. It was not convenient for him to stay here for an actress audition, so he got up and said to Qiu Ping, "I'm going out for a stroll."
"What's there to do in the hotel? Just sit here and help us take a look. I don't know how to act, so I need you to come professionally." Mr. Chen asked Tang Jiaren again, "Miss Tang, don't you mind?"
Tang Jiaren shook her head: "How could it be? The character I auditioned for is a pair with Song Yan. It's better to have him."
Song Yan sat down again.
"It just so happens that you are here, how about you help set up a scene?" Qiu Ping thought for a while and said, "Just the part where Wanhou is taken away, try it?"
Song Yan's tone was flat: "Then let me say a word for you."
Qiu Ping glanced at the clothes Song Yan was wearing, and then at Tang Jiaren, who was dressed from head to toe in the costumes of the Republic of China. They didn't match each other. It was originally a solo audition, and no one expected that Song Yan would come today. Words are enough.
"Okay, come on then."
Different from small role auditions, the director will more or less give some hints to the artists who get into their positions, but what kind of clips to try and what kind of state the actors are expected to present, just like ordinary people going to the company for interviews. It will not be informed in advance, because in this way the level of the actors can be seen most truly.
The first paragraph is the content of the script. Qiu Ping randomly picked a scene that tested the emotions of the actors, and Song Yan was at the side to answer the words for Tang Jiaren. Although he was sitting, his lines still followed the characters in the play. Feeling emotional, after this short performance, Tang Jiaren's hairstyle was slightly messed up by the "being taken away" scene just now.
Qiu Ping was quite satisfied, and assigned a few more clips for her to improvise.
After the audition, Tang Jiaren bid farewell politely and left the room.
"She is the best." The assistant director said, "Compared to the previous actresses, she is the best."
Mr. Chen smiled and said: "I didn't stay in vain for a few years when I was abroad. It's just that our director Qiu has high requirements, and we have to do some special auditions. Now that an actor like her, who would specially prepare for an audition? It’s not bad if Ken agrees to act.”
Qiu Ping sneered: "If you want an ordinary commercial movie, the audition will be waived, but for the book "Ice City", if I don't have strict requirements for the role of Houhou, will Lao Zhou give up? Huh, I eat with a pen The hardest to serve."
As we all know, businessmen have the lightest bottom line, and literati are the most difficult to serve. Once the backbone is up, ten cows can't be pulled back.
On the way back to the dressing room, Tang Jiaren happened to run into Wen Li who had finished her makeup.
It's not easy for Wen Li to keep the bosses waiting for too long, and rushed over after almost melting.
Before returning to China, Tang Jiaren also paid attention to the domestic news. She knew that Wen Li's recent appearance in the Republic of China was with Song Yan.
"Scriptwriter Zhou's vision is very accurate, you are more like Wanwan." Tang Jiaren said, "But just likeness is not enough."
Wen Li hummed: "I know."
"Come on."
"I will."
Two female artists are competing for the same role, and they can still speak so calmly, which is enough to show that they are of good quality.
Arriving at the audition room, Wen Li just walked in when he heard the investor Mr. Chen gasp.
Mr. Chen didn't show up for the dinner last time, so Wen Li was stunned for a moment, and politely greeted everyone in the room one by one.
"Call Lao Zhou and urge him to leave." Qiu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and lightly poked the assistant director's arm, "His Houhou really came back to life."
The assistant director whispered, "Old Zhou is still stuck on the elevated road, it's a working day."
Qiu Ping snorted: "Just tell him that Wen Li has finished trying on her makeup, and I guess he might just get out of the car and run over from the elevated road."
"Is that an exaggeration?" The assistant director looked in disbelief.
"It's not like you don't know what Lao Zhou is like."
Different from Tang Jiaren's light-colored cheongsam just now, Wen Li's cheongsam has a large area of embroidery, which is highly saturated and brightly colored. She has all her long hair up, and her hairline is hand-push wavy curly hair Styling, this hairstyle was indeed the favorite hairstyle of celebrities and beauties at that time, but until now, few people can sustain such a variety of styles.
The director and the investor took a few glances at Wen Li, and then politely moved away. After all, her husband is still here.
Song Yan didn't have so many scruples when looking at Wen Li. She shot her bright eyes, from the strands of her hair to the tips of her shoes. It was not the first time she saw her wearing a cheongsam, so this time she obviously had a little more resistance, but she still couldn't take her eyes off her. , staring affectionately.
Seeing Wen Li felt uncomfortable.
The phrase "What are you looking at?" was stuck in her throat, and there were other people present, so she always wanted to show him face, wishing to rush directly in front of Song Yan and cover his eyes tightly.
Qiu Ping didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "Let's come to the first meeting between Wan Hou and Ting Feng, Wen Li, can you smoke?"
Then he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, intending to hand her one.
How could Wen Li smoke? Her grandfather was a heavy smoker when he was young. Now that he is old, his lung ducts are stimulated and he coughs endlessly. Uncle Wen Yan is a refiner and doesn't want to turn himself into an old smoker like his father. His teeth and finger joints are yellowish. No matter how rich he looks, he doesn't look good. He doesn't smoke himself, and he doesn't want to smoke second-hand smoke, so he ordered everyone in his family not to smoke.
When Xu Li was in high school, he didn't learn well. He was tricked by his classmates to learn to smoke.
So she shook her head: "I used to smoke prop cigarettes when I was filming."
"Ah?" Qiu Ping didn't expect that she didn't smoke, and didn't prepare props, so he directly lit the one in his hand and handed it to her, "Then you should make a show first."
This scene is the beginning of the script. Ting Feng was notified by the organization that he was arranged for a fake marriage. His latent work needs a partner to accompany him to better deliver the news for him, so the organization fabricated a love affair full of romantic charm for him. story.
Ting Feng, the only son of the general who returned from overseas, is an out-and-out dude. His marriage is almost the focus of attention of the girls in the city. The student girl who defended the new idea, just fell in love with the woman in the brothel. In order to marry this lowly woman, she did not hesitate to disobey her father's order, hunger strike, kneel down, and run away from home. In short, she used all the tricks she should use.
The people and dignitaries in the whole city are all envious of Ting Feng's infatuation and this woman's good luck. No one knows that this is just a drama under the political struggle.
Qiu Ping whispered to Song Yan: "Help your wife match her words."
Song Yan nodded: "OK."
The first time Ting Feng saw Hou Hou was in the kiln.
In the sensual place, the vision is dim, the breath is rotten, the smell of perfume and smoke is mixed, and the sounds of laughter of men and women are all around his ears. Ting Feng stands on the corridor and looks in through the window paper.
There is a woman sitting in the room, the phonograph is full of vague and rustling dancers singing, the dim light flickers, and the shadow of the woman is reflected on the wall. Her face was hidden under the shadow of the lamp, half-light, a cigarette was held between her slender fingers, and she was puffing, and that hazy layer of smoke lingered around her like this.
The style of women in that era was different from that of the present, they were completely decadent and lifeless. For them, smoking should be a beautiful thing to temporarily forget and escape suffering, but the more she smoked, the more desperate she became.
Although the smoke hadn't passed his lungs, the play would continue. Wen Li let out a long breath to adjust his breathing, and at the same time, there was faint wetness in the corners of his eyes.
Qiu Ping stared at the moisture in the corner of her eyes, with a probing and serious expression.
Someone knocked on the door, and Hou Hou followed the sound and looked over, the moisture in the corners of his eyes quickly shrank back.
After seeing the young and handsome man at the door, Hou Hou was already prepared, changed his decadence just now, smiled, his eyes were charming, and his tone was seductive: "Hey, the distinguished guest is here?"
Qiu Ping patted Song Yan's shoulder suddenly: "Don't stop, go and do a play, I'll watch it again."
Wen Li also heard Qiu Ping's words, and wanted to continue acting, so she sorted out her emotions and re-entered the play.
She glanced at the clothes on Song Yan's body. It was too modern. If she had known that he was going to help out in the show, she should have asked him to change into a Republic of China costume.
By the way, I can take a look at Song Yan in military uniform.
"Don't be nervous, honored guest." Wen Li got up, smiled and took Song Yan's hand, and led him to sit down, "Is this your first time here?"
Song Yan: "Yes."
"Oh, I'm so lucky." Wen Li approached him slowly, lightly tapped his chest with his fingers, and deliberately blew into his ear, "I'll gladly accept that honored guest for the first time. Don't worry, I will take good care of you and keep you coming in on three legs and leaving me on two legs."
After speaking, he touched his thigh.
"..."
The boss usually doesn't like to ask her to lift her waist, saying that it insults her noble status, but when it comes to acting, she is not hypocritical, and she can say anything.
Qiu Ping and the assistant director watching the play next to him saw that Song Yan's face was not quite right, his jaw was tense, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know whether he was in the play or not.
The point is Wen Li, Song Yan is just a tool man, he doesn't care if he enters or not.
In the script here, because he was afraid that someone outside the door would eavesdrop, Ting Feng grabbed Houhou's wrist, hugged her to his lap, and started teasing her.
"What about my third leg? You ate it? Huh?"
The current review standards are really double-standard. If it is to be included in ordinary TV dramas, such words have long been cut off.
Wan Wan giggled and said, "Isn't it? It's so comfortable that you don't want to take it out and want to go back."
…
After teasing for a long time, there was no movement outside the door. Then Ting Feng turned serious and whispered to her: "The superior asked me to pick you up to return to the house in two days, you should be ready."
Wan Wan nodded: "Yes, I'll wait for you."
The scene ended here, Wen Li was still sitting on Song Yan's lap, the boss was uncomfortable, and turned his head to look at Director Qiu quietly: "Director Qiu, the back is gone, can I get up?"
"Huh? Oh, get up."
Wen Li quickly bounced off Song Yan.
The woman who smiled so sweetly just now, with all kinds of amorous feelings on her brows and eyes, disappeared in an instant. Wen Li touched her nose and asked Song Yan in a low voice, "Is it okay?"
Song Yan sighed.
When Wen Li heard him sigh, she became nervous again. She felt that she had acted quite well just now. Could it be that she felt too good about herself
Later, Director Qiu asked her to improvise a few paragraphs, and she didn't dare to slack off, for fear that she might not perform well.
"I probably know it in my heart." Director Qiu said, "You two hurry up and finish filming that variety show first."
There was no clear answer, but Wen Li understood and nodded vigorously: "Hey!"
When I was about to remove my makeup, I ran into Lao Zhou who was rushing over. Wen Li said hello. Lao Zhou was sweaty and asked out of breath, "Are you finished?"
Wen Li: "Ah, yes," she said after a pause, "What's wrong with you? Sweating all over your head?"
"It's nothing." Lao Zhou waved his hands in disappointment, then turned and entered the room.
Not long after, Wen Li heard Director Qiu's roar.
"There's a video! It's recorded! Fuck you! You even called someone over to do it all over again, who cares about you!"
Wen Li: "..."
If you have to work overtime, run away.
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After Xiao Pao returned to the dressing room, Tang Jiaren still hadn't left.
She had already changed back into her clothes and was sitting on a chair playing with her mobile phone. She was obviously fine.
Wen Li sat down in front of the makeup mirror, asked the stylist to remove her hair, and asked by the way, "Why hasn't Teacher Tang left yet?"
"I want to chat with Director Qiu after your audition."
Wen Li snorted and said, "Then you can go now."
Tang Jiaren stood up, walked behind her, and looked at her face through the mirror: "You are really lucky."
Wen Li didn't know what she was referring to. She liked straightforward conversations, and Tang Jiaren was obviously a typical example of someone who liked to talk around corners.
"What?"
"This is the so-called God chasing food." Tang Jiaren said, "To be honest, your acting skills are still not worthy of this role."
Wen Li frowned: "You know me well?"
"I don't know you, but I know your works." Tang Jiaren smiled confidently, "But you are really beautiful in a cheongsam."
Tang Jiaren did not deny Wen Li's astonishment, she and her are completely different in appearance and temperament, and there is no comparison.
After complimenting her, she went out.
Wen Wen, who was standing next to Wen Li, whispered, "Sister, why did she praise you just now?"
"It is because you are a competitor that you have to admit the advantages of the other party." Wen Li said casually, "If the other party is blindly denying her advantages because she is an opponent, why should she compete with me? , I was so angry to death."
Wen Li is beautiful, and she will not deny that most of the female artists are beautiful. There are so many excellent people in this world. It would be a waste of time to envy and belittle the past one by one. It is more efficient to focus on catching up.
Tang Jiaren is her senior. From the perspective of the actor profession alone, she obviously sees it very clearly and will not subjectively deny Wen Li's advantages.
Wen Lifei was not angry, but rather happy.
"She admits that I am beautiful, but does not recognize my progress." Wen Li said, "However, Director Qiu chose me."
Tang Jiaren left the dressing room and went straight to Director Qiu.
She doesn't like to wait, and logically speaking, there is no need to consider between her and Wen Li. Wen Li's appearance is indeed very dominant, which fits the role of Wan Wan very well, but Fan Wan Wan is a more cold personality. The director didn't even arrange for Wen Li's audition, so he just decided on Tang Jiaren.
But opportunity is such a wonderful thing. The character in this good script is like being chased by the sky and fed to Wen Li.
Director Qiu didn't talk nonsense, she wanted to know the result, so he explained it directly.
"My opinion and Lao Zhou's are that Wen Li is more suitable for the role of Wan Wan. I'm sorry, beautiful woman, but I'll trouble you to come here in person, and I wasted your time."
Tang Jiaren frowned in disbelief.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Director Qiu nodded, "At first we were worried that Wen Li wouldn't be able to control her, but the moment she changed into a cheongsam and turned into Wanwan in front of me, I was sure that she was Wanwan."
"... Isn't it because of the bonus of her appearance?"
"Of course, being close to the character is a very important condition, and you should understand this as a beautiful woman."
"But that alone makes—"
"No." Director Qiu said with certainty, "She has made great progress, and she has definitely worked hard on this role. A talented student, coupled with a talented teacher, the effect is far greater than one plus one, Song Yan should have taught her a lot before the audition."
Hearing Song Yan's name, Tang Jiaren smiled: "No wonder."
Director Qiu sighed, and comforted: "Next time I have a good book, I will definitely give it to you first, and we will cooperate again when we have a chance."
Tang Jiaren hummed: "Thank you Director Qiu," and looked around again, "Where is Song Yan? Gone?"
"I asked him to have dinner with him at noon, and he said he promised to eat with his wife." Qiu Ping shrugged, "I should go find his wife now."
She had to admit now that Wen Li had an advantage over her, besides her rapid progress, she also had Song Yan.
Tang Jiaren said goodbye to Director Qiu, and the assistant asked her if she should go home for lunch or where to go.
She said a few perfunctory words, and then walked to the dressing room.
"Did you leave something in the dressing room?" the assistant said, "How about I go get it."
Tang Jiaren shook her head.
When he reached the door of the dressing room, before he could enter, Wen Li said speechlessly: "This cheongsam is a costume, how can I wear it home?"
Tang Jiaren: "..."
After ten years of no cooperation, I didn't even know that Song Yan was greedy for costumes.