In the audition hall, it's normal. A piano is placed by the window, and there is a sofa and a coffee table opposite the piano. Two men and a woman are sitting on the sofa. One of the men is a producer and the other is an investor. Ji Youyan has not met in this life, but in the last life, Ji Youyan has met with them all.

The woman is, Ji Youyan is more familiar with the famous musician Bo Xue, who used to be the flight instructor of "Idol Creation Project".

After a few official greetings, Gu Lingfeng cut to the subject and said, "Have you read the script? Are you familiar with the plot?"

"I've seen it, I'm generally familiar with it." Ji Youyan didn't dare to say too much.

Gu Lingfeng nodded and instructed, "Can you play the piano? Go over and sit down in front of the piano."

Ji Youyan nodded, and sat in front of the piano with a kindness, turning his back to everyone.

She raised her hand, with five slender fingers, she couldn't help but fondled the black and white keys with nostalgia.

"Let's start." Gu Lingfeng pondered.

What to start with? This spiritual audition. Wei Yi really sweated for Ji Youyan.

Ji Youyan looked back at Gu Lingfeng. Gu Lingfeng frowned and looked at her, but he didn't seem to be looking at her, and he didn't mean to speak.

Ji Yuyan took a deep breath and cleared his mind. She guessed that Gu Lingfeng was looking for her to audition for her role-depressed feeling.

She recalled all the gloomy piano-playing scenes in the script. There are not many clips of Shen Yu playing the piano, but this is the beginning of all stories. Shen Yu began to learn piano at the age of five, and was admitted to the Conservatory of Music at the age of seventeen. With the countless compliments the piano brought her, she once believed that she was a talented person in music.

Ji Youyan mobilized his emotions and fell into a segment in the script.

At the age of seventeen, Shen Yu and Qiao Yue had just been admitted to the Conservatory of Music. In the music room, she composed a new song and played it to Qiao Yue with great interest. Qiao Yue looked at her with her cheeks raised, full of anticipation and imperceptible admiration.

That night, there was the most pleasant evening wind, the quietest night, the gentlest Qiao Yue, and the purest joy and the most anticipated future.

Ji Youyan's long fingers were beating on the keys, and the pleasant and soothing piano sound flowed out from under her fingers. It's a song Wei Yizhen has never heard before.

Ji Youyan's aura was relaxed, and the corners of her lips rose, which was different from her usual restrained temperament and a bright and self-satisfied smile. Qiao Yue's adoring eyes nourished her confidence very well.

Obviously can't see Ji Youyan's expression, but from the back, Wei Yizhen, who doesn't understand drama, can feel the change in her aura.

Comfortable and confident. The people who had to watch it unconsciously calmed down and laughed.

Seems to be enjoying it. Wei Yizhen had such a feeling in his mind.

"It's alright." Gu Lingfeng didn't know how long he listened, and finally interrupted, "What song is this?"

"No name." Ji Youyan put away the gloomy bright smile. She smiled slightly: "I made it myself."

Gu Lingfeng's eyes showed admiration, and Bo Xue affirmed, "Yes, but the fingering is a little rusty."

"It's been abandoned for too long." Ji Youyan said ashamed.

Wei Yi was really stunned. She suddenly found out that she didn't seem to really understand the artist she was carrying.

Chapter 64

In this circle, as long as you can write two lines of lyrics and hum two lines of tunes that no one else has heard before, the agency will dare to be a talented original singer. As for singing skills, quality, and completion, that's another matter entirely. So when Wei Yizhen took over Ji Youyan, she knew about her debut experience, but she just thought that she was like most of the artists who came from the talent show in this circle and couldn't sing, so she turned to projection TV. As for the label of creative player that he once put on Ji Youyan, Wei Yizhen only thought it was a regular package.

Unexpectedly, Ji Youyan really has two brushes. Wei Yizhen remembered the fact that she was born in Jinghua University. In this circle, everyone without knowledge or skills would like to create a person to set it up, but Ji Youyan is so low-key and regrettable.

Bo Xue did not comment any further on Ji Youyan's performance in playing the piano, she was still thinking, Gu Lingfeng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and asked Ji Youyan, "Can you smoke?"

Ji Yuyan nodded lightly. Wei Yizhen was stunned again.

She saw Ji Youyan stand up, flipped her hair, and the aura around her suddenly seemed to be different again.

She stood up and raised her hands, she couldn't find the radiance she had when she just played the piano. There was an arc on the corner of her lips, as if she was smiling, but her eyes were cold and thin. She walked in front of Gu Lingfeng, lowered her head and used her red lips to put the cigarette butt between Gu Lingfeng's fingers, slowly raised her head, bit the cigarette, and looked at Gu Lingfeng with watery eyes, a charming smile with a little playfulness.

Wei Yizhen had read the script, and suddenly felt that the degenerate and nurtured depression in the later period had become a figurative figure and appeared perfectly in front of her eyes.

It was obviously the face that he was used to seeing on weekdays, but when his demeanor changed, Wei Yizhen actually felt that Ji Youyan seemed to have a different sense of the whole facial features. Even if she won the role of the queen this year, Wei Yizhen listened to the comments of insiders, and Ji Youyan's acting skills did not seem to have reached the level of ease that she is today. Extraordinary performance?

She quietly looked at the expressions of the producer and the investor, both of them were very calm, Wei Yi really couldn't see anything.

Gu Lingfeng was also expressionless. He turned on the lighter with a click and lit a cigarette for Ji Yuyan.

Ji Youyan leaned over, lit the cigarette calmly, and exhaled a puff of white smoke. The smoke obscured her facial features, making the smile on her lips become extremely light and ethereal.

She stood there, smoking a cigarette. Wei Yi really couldn't take his eyes away.

After a few seconds, she turned around, swayed to the window, bent one leg, and sat on the window sill. The other leg, suspended in the air, swayed gently. The skillful gesture of her smoking and the childish movement of her swaying legs are contradictory and strangely harmonious.