Twenty-eight:
Because no other actors were present today, the assistant director was in charge of supporting the actors who came to the audition. Yan Qingchi was in front of him, listening to him asking when was the last time he saw his father, and whether he had seen him at that time? What's abnormal, do you have any enemies on weekdays? He replied calmly, and could even see some sadness from his expression. The policeman comforted him and was about to question other people. Yan Qingchi asked him, "Can I go with you?"
This sentence is a line that is not in the play. The assistant director was stunned when he heard it, but quickly replied: "You should go back first. We will come to you again when we have clues."
"Okay then." Yan Qingchi said, after saying that it was hard work, he turned and left.
He walked forward, sighed in a low voice, as if vomited out the anguish of the conversation just now, and then restrained the previous sadness, and entered the house calmly.
He walked to the left corner of the field and made a gesture of pulling outward, which opened the door of his house. Then he closed the door and reached in, seemingly grasping something cylindrical. He twisted the bottle cap that didn't exist in his hand, then took a sip of the drink, tightened the bottle cap again, lowered his head and blinked. Then he walked to the other side and made a posture of pushing outwards. He looked out of the window, with some indifferent sadness in the quietness. Hidden away.
He looked out the window, silently.
After a long time, he stretched out his hand to close the window again, but when he lowered his head, he lifted the corner of his lips very lightly, almost imperceptibly.
Yan Qingchi played, the room was quiet for a while, Liu Meng spoke first, and she asked, "Why did you add that sentence? It didn't exist in the lines I told you."
"I know." Yan Qingchi said calmly: "But I also know that Meng Luo's character design is the final murderer, and before the hero exposes him, no one finds out. This is a reversal, the highlight of the movie, So before this, Meng Luo's actions should be reasonable and there is no doubt. However, for a son, his father died or was murdered. When he knew that the police were going to investigate other people Wouldn't you be curious? Wouldn't you want to follow along to see it? Wouldn't you ask for relevant information? If you just leave indifferently after the police say you can leave, it would be somewhat unnatural."
Liu Meng thought for a while, but actually smiled, and she said, "What you said makes sense."
Director Wang looked at his resume, and then at him, "Graduated from a major."
Yan Qingchi nodded, "Yes."
The original owner is indeed a graduate of a major, but his acting skills are not very good.
"The acting was solid."
Yan Qingchi was a little pleasantly surprised by this evaluation. He himself was not born in acting, but his empathy ability is relatively strong, and he is more open-minded. Therefore, he was really overjoyed to get a solid evaluation.
"Thank you for the director's compliment, I will continue to work hard."
"Well, you go back first."
"yes."
Yan Qingchi bowed to the three of them and left quietly.
Director Wang didn't keep them waiting for a long time. That night, Yan Qingchi received a call from Guan Mei.
"You succeeded in your audition." Guan Mei said succinctly, "The drama has been sent to your mailbox, and there is a start-up time written on it. Please pay attention. By the way, read the drama several times and memorize the lines well. Director Wang is a great director. You act Well, it will be very helpful for your future."
"I see, thank you."
"You're welcome, you won this by yourself, you should thank yourself and Young Master Jiang."
"Then thank you for going with me."
Guan Mei's heart is a little subtle: this is different from the information she collected before, why is she so gentle and considerate
After a few more instructions, she hung up the phone and went to arrange other matters.
Yan Qingchi hung up the phone, and Wei Lan sent him a WeChat message: Director Wang chose you! ! ! Tell the truth, did Jiang Mochen greet him in advance
Yan Qingchi was also a little surprised that he had lost Wei Lan in PK, but he tapped the keyboard of his phone: You are overthinking.
Wei Lan found it unbelievable: I lost to you, my God, what happened to this world! Is it the end of the world!
Yan Qingchi felt the collapse in his tone, and replied to him: Do you still remember our bet? If I succeed, you can delete the prejudice against me with one click, and admit that I have extraordinary talent and a good personality. character.
Wei Lan: ...
Yan Qingchi: You are so upright, you will definitely do what you say [smile]
Wei Lan: ...
Yan Qingchi: I believe in you [smile]
Wei Lan: This person is dead, something to burn paper.jpg
Yan Qingchi looked at the villain lying flat on the screen and couldn't help laughing. In fact, when Wei Lan didn't have a whim, it was quite funny.
While thinking about it, he sent a WeChat message to Jiang Mochen: I succeeded in the audition [happy]
Jiang Mochen was probably busy, and returned to him after a while: Director Wang told me that you should watch the drama carefully, and it will start up next month.
"Okay." Yan Qingchi replied.
"You can ask me if you don't understand." Jiang Mochen was very generous.
Yan Qingchi thought for a while and asked, "Actually, I have a question that I don't understand right now. Although I was pleasantly surprised by the success of the audition, why did I choose me? Where am I better than Wei Lan? Director Wang and Did you say?"
"Let's talk about it, this is more complicated, I will tell you when we meet."
"are you still busy?"
"Well, I'm filming an advertisement. I guess I won't be able to catch up with the start of Qiqi school, so you have to send him off yourself."
"It's okay," Yan Qingchi typed, and suddenly thought of the sentence on the Internet, "You are in charge of making money to support the family, and I am in charge of being beautiful~"
Jiang Mochen: ...
"Am I wrong? Is it because you can't make money or I'm not good-looking enough?" Yan Qingchi teased him.
"Show face, Mrs. Jiang, the days when you can earn money to support your family are not far away."
"Then I will be in charge of making money to support the family, and you will be in charge of being beautiful. Look, I am willing to admit that you are good-looking."
"This is a fact."
"But you don't want to admit that I'm good-looking."
"Because you are too thick-skinned."
Yan Qingchi laughed immediately, "Show some face, Mr. Jiang, look up at the four big words 'This is the truth' above, your skin is not as thin as you think, okay?"
Jiang Mochen still wanted to go back to him, but the makeup artist had already finished his makeup, "Mr. Jiang, it's fine."
Jiang Mochen responded, and sent Yan Qingchi a sentence: I'm going to shoot, let's talk about it later.
"Okay, I wish you to finish work early." Yan Qingchi replied, put the phone back in his pocket, and went to tell Qiqi a bedtime story in a happy mood.