The words have been broken by Xie Yang, there is no need to pretend to be friendly again.Fang Chengnan sorted out the script in his hand, his tone faded and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Yes." Xie Yang still laughed, glancing at Fang Chengnan's cell phone under the script, "Do I need to pretend I haven't seen you secretly recording?"
Fang Chengnan gripped the script tightly and looked sideways at Xie Yang, frowning: "Xie Yang, you are a newcomer, I can understand your current tension and sharpness, but you better not be too excessive."
"The rumors at the V Club dinner were Mu Zhouyi telling you, and then you are looking for people to spread, right? Mu Zhouyi used this to change with you, a special guest of "Extreme Combat"?"
Fang Chengnan's expression changed.
"Fang Chengnan, no one is a fool. Three people compete for a role. Yan Xin is affiliated with Huanyu, so you don’t dare to move, so you’re staring at me? Feel like I’m bullying? Topic, thank you for taking the initiative to send me the heat."
Fang Chengnan reluctantly stabilized his expression and said, "Xie Yang, don't scorn you."
"It seems that you haven't given up yet, and want to continue to pit me." Xie Yang leaned close to Fang Chengnan and lowered his voice, "How did Mu Zhouyi tell you?'Xie Yang was kept by others, what I saw with my own eyes' or was he?" I was sold to my ambiguous family by Jiejia'? She was the one who approached you actively, do you really think she was giving me my handle with kindness? You never thought about it, in case she gave it to you Is it a broken meal?"
Fang Chengnan looked at Xie Yang violently.
"Did Hong Zhijie also be sent the wrong message by you? You didn't think about it, if I was not kept, then you offended me, what will happen in the end?"
Fang Chengnan finally couldn't hold himself, saying: "Xie Yang, what the hell -"
"Senior, not all newcomers will honestly swallow their grievances into their stomachs after being suppressed." Xie Yang interrupted Fang Chengnan's words, straightened up, and smiled at Fang Chengnan again, "I have always been vengeful and praying Don’t let Yang Xing and I develop, otherwise your future life will only become more and more sad. In addition, persuade seniors to reflect on why you and Mu Zhou Yi Ming didn’t know each other soon, but she believed what she said.”
After that, he looked 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 in front of Fang Chengnan's eyes.
"Also, seniors you will, I will too."
Fang Chengnan's eyes widened, looking at Xie Yang's mobile phone, and Xie Yang's smile, but he didn't have any warmth in his eyes. His back was cold for a while, and he finally realized that he seemed to have kicked the iron plate.
Fang Chengnan took out his phone and called.
Xie Yang continued to review the audition clip.
A few minutes later, the lounge door was opened, and Yan Xin, who ended the audition, came in.The staff who came with Yan Xin let Xie Yang prepare.
Xie Yang nodded, then said to Yan Xin: "How about the audition?"
Yan Xin sat next to Xie Yang and replied: "I tried my best, and I have no doubts about whether or not I can live. Come on, I think you can do it."
"Borrowing the good old man's words."
...
Under the guidance of the staff, Xie Yang entered the audition room, and saw that there was a small auditorium arranged on the auditorium platform. A room scene was simply built. The furniture in the room was classical and exquisite, only the piano in the middle. modernization.
The audience sat with the director Zhou Zhou, producer, screenwriter and other members of the group.Among these people, Xie Yang recognized Director Zhou Huairen. Zhou Huairen was more than 50 years old, tall and chubby, with a very artistic half-length hair and a mustache.
Xie Yang came to power and politely greeted the audience.
Zhou Huairen said: "Go ahead."
Xie Yang nodded, turned and closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, the mature calmness belonging to Xie Yang on his face had dispersed, replaced by a flutter and pride that showed through the bones.
Now that you decide to do it, you must go all out.After accepting the audition, Xie Yang did not hope for the audition result, but he made preparations carefully.During this time, he turned over the textbooks and notes of the original owner whenever he was free, and occasionally went to ask the acting teacher invited by Yang Xing.
He also looked at the script and analyzed every word about the young master.
In the first birthday celebration plot, the young master played the piano not only to wish his mother a birthday, he also wanted to show his mother the beauty of the piano and his talent in this area, so as to convince his mother to help him run a piano school .
At this time, the young master was proud and confident, and sincere and dazzling. He wanted to show everyone how good the piano was, wanted his mother to be happy, and also set a small abacus to let his mother pay for it. It was like a smooth fur, which was pampered and proud, but Cunning little fox with capital pride.
Xie Yang walked to the piano and reached out to touch the piano cover, moving gently, like touching his lover.He turned sideways and his eyes fell on an empty chair beside the round table in the room. He said: "Mother, you must look at me carefully."
Zhou Huairen's expression moved.
Others were also surprised.
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 his mother would be happy about playing, and thinking about what would make his mother willing to help him run a school.
He was distressed, but not particularly distressed, because he knew that his mother must have hurt him, and could not 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, light and warm, like a butterfly in the spring garden, flapping its beautiful wings in the sun Flying.
He looked down from the stage. Well, his mother began to smile, so he smiled.He looked at the keys, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly changed the melody naughtily, making the music warm and joyous.
He looked down from the stage and saw not only his mother, but other guests in the room also showed a happy look, showing a little pride on his face.Yes, the piano has this kind of magic. You see, how worthy it is for everyone to love and learn.
He suddenly started a series of complicated and difficult tricks, and then quickly dropped the melody back to the spring garden.He enjoys the feeling of using music to influence the emotions of others. He must let everyone know how good the piano is.
The last melody fell, he looked at his mother, smiled, proud, and said: "Mother, is it good?"
In the next second, the smile on Xie Yang's face converged and turned back to polite and steady.He got up and walked to the stage, bowed slightly to Zhou Huairen and others under the stage, and said, "The first performance is over. Is the second one started immediately?"
Zhou Huairen and others then realized from Xie Yang's emotion.They looked at Xie Yang unexpectedly and whispered.Only Zhou Huairen urged immediately: "Continue, continue soon."
Xie Yang nodded politely, looked sideways at the piano, then slowly turned around and walked towards the piano.
He recalled the plot as he walked, and brought the little master's emotions a little bit, and his walking posture changed a little bit. When he reached the piano, he no longer knew any traces of Yang.
He stroked the piano.
The young master who decided to die was not desperate or painful. He had no business, but he had nostalgia for the world.He knows what he is doing and accepts it all.
This is the best result.
He stooped down to carefully wipe off the dust on the piano stool, sat down, took out a well-protected picture frame from his arms, and gently put it on the piano, said: "Mother, I started."
The air was quiet and no one responded.
He lowered his head and lifted the lid.
The torn fingers plus the damaged piano, the few sounds that have just popped up must be unpleasant.He paused briefly, then tightened his fingers, and looked up at the photo: "Mother, I'm sorry, but I haven't practiced recently."
Still no one responded.
He froze for a while, then concentrated his head, lowered his head again, and raised his finger carefully, even with a little paranoia, and pressed it gently, from slowly playing to slowly coherent.
It can also play.
The mutilated left hand always leaks sound, it doesn't matter, as long as it still plays.
It can also play.
He closed his eyes and devoted himself to the play.
Jerky, stiff, shrivelled... Gradually, the tune filled and warmed up.
The broken piano under the finger seems to be brand new. Mother walked out of the photo frame and sat down under the stage with a smile. There was a floral fragrance floating in the air. This was another beautiful spring day.
He still remembers the novelty when he first came into contact with the piano. He thought about what kind of monster it was, and could make such a special sound.
He still remembers the surprise and pride of his mother when he played a full song for the first time.
He opened 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 keys on the ground, taught the child to play, and ridiculously used the throat to simulate piano sounds.
He still remembers the child's bright and joyful eyes.That should be the same as him.
He smiled and his tune changed.It was also the spring day, the mother was sitting under the stage with a smile, the sun was shining in, there was a fragrance of pastries in the air, the housekeeper sang high outside.
Completed.
He slowly opened his eyes, the illusion of the spring disappeared, and everything in front of him was ruined.The expression on his face slowly disappeared, staring at the mother who smiled lightly in the photo. After a while, he suddenly laughed again, laughing and tearing.
"Mother, is it hard to hear?"
"Mother, we are home."
"Mother, I'll be with you this time and I won't go anymore."
...
At the end of the performance, Xie Yang wiped away his tears, stood up and walked to the stage, bowed to Zhou Huairen and others under the stage and said, "My performance is over."
Zhou Huairen looked at Xie Yang seriously and asked, "What song did you just play?"
"It's my personal song specially written for the role of the young master after reading the script."
For a while, Zhou Huairen leaned back in his chair and smiled, saying, "Yes."
...
When Xie Yang returned to the lounge, Fang Chengnan had returned from his phone call.After the insights came back, Fang Chengnan immediately looked over.
Xie Yang looked back and said, "Senior, it's your turn."
Fang Chengnan actually responded to the fact that Yang was slightly provocative, saying: "Xie Yang, I hope we are only competitors this time."
Is this service weakened?
Xie Yang said: "It depends on the sincerity of the senior."
Fang Chengnan stopped talking and got up and left under the greeting of the staff.
Fifteen minutes later, Fang Chengnan returned from the audition.
After a few more minutes, Director Zhou personally came to the lounge, and the convention said something to everyone, such as thank you for the support and the hard work of the audition, and then said that the result of the audition came out at least one week later.
Everyone responded politely.
While taking the opportunity to shake hands with Zhou Huairen, Xie Yang probed Zhou Huairen's brain. Sure enough, he found a little gold finger residue and swallowed it away.