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Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Bart didn't understand yet, and said blankly, "What's wrong?"
"It's fine." Xiang Wan said to Wang Ziye, "Nothing else matters, acting well is the last word."
Wang Ziye sullenly nodded and nodded.
A staff member came to inform the actor of the past.
Xiang Wan already has a physical instinct to be an assistant, so she will accompany the artist when she gets up one step ahead of the conditioned reflex.
The staff emphasized the sentence: "Please come over alone."
So Wang Ziye led the way by the other party and went to audition alone. Two assistants remained in the lounge.
Xiang Wan took a deep breath and had to sit down again, feeling a little nervous. This opportunity is really rare for Wang Ziye, who has been silent for three years.
Bart suddenly reacted at this time and said, "Me? Shouldn't it be said that Mr. Huo is ready?"
During this period of careful preparation for the audition, the assistants saw it with their own eyes. Asked a professional teacher for guidance, Wang Ziye worked hard to train his figure, as the teacher said, he is indeed hard enough to be seen by the naked eye... just practice hard.
I also wanted to be more in line with the description of the characters in the original work, "thin face, slightly high cheekbones", the artist deliberately lost a few pounds from hunger.
Coming, hearing such a sentence, the enthusiasm will be somewhat frustrated.
You believe that you should get what you pay for, so you work hard to get the fruit, and when you have accumulated a certain amount of energy, when you reach for the fruit, someone above picks the fruit, puts it in your hand, and graciously pours you chicken soup: hard work It's useless, it's better to have someone above.
"It won't affect Brother Ye's state, right?" Bart was slightly annoyed. He heard the agent say it on the phone, and without thinking, he directly relayed it.
"No, his psychological quality is still very good. The more big the test is, the better his performance will be." Xiang Wan was not worried about Wang Ziye's poor performance. already."
After more than an hour, the staff came over to inform the assistants that the audition was over.
The two of them got up in a hurry and went out to meet Wang Ziye who came back.
The assistants asked anxiously, "How is it?"
The artist nodded and said, "Yes, I will send the script later."
Is this passed?
Xiang Wan was overjoyed, and Bart also said happily, "Then shall I call the agent? Or did you say it yourself?"
"It's fine." Wang Ziye said with a calm expression, "It's up to you to fight."
Going downstairs and back to the car, it was his own territory, Xiang Wancai said to his brother, "It's a good thing to pass, don't be unhappy... As long as the trick is done well, nothing else matters."
Bart echoed: "Yes, yes, it's not a problem."
You should really think this way, don't go to the horns, as long as you play well in the end, nothing else matters.
Wang Ziye persuaded himself, put on a smile again, and said, "Celebrate the successful audition, have some expensive lunch, and treat Brother Ye."
Xiang Wan and Bart cheered in coordination.
The agent said in the afternoon that a preliminary cooperation intention has been reached, and the script will be sent this week.
In the evening, Xue Tingyun was very happy when he learned the result, and asked, "Did the audition group talk to you about the original book?"
Wang Ziye read the thin book of the original several times. When preparing for the audition, when the other party asked what he thought about the play and the characters, he had something to say.
"No." Wang Ziye said.
"Then," Xue Tingyun said, "you played a fancier show for them?"
"Neither." Wang Ziye said, "I played a part, they want to hear about my lines."
The preparations for this play were almost useless. It was like going to the Mathematical Olympiad. There was only one question on the paper, and one plus one equaled how many.
No one mentioned the original, fancier or Peking Opera-related topics. He tried to express his understanding of the characters in the original work, but no one in the audience responded to this topic, and the producers and producers just smiled at him.
Xue Tingyun frowned and said, "What did the director say?"
Wang Ziye said, "The director didn't speak."
The director was wearing a mask, and he didn't know whether it was an assistant or a staff member next to him. He said that the director was: "The throat is inflamed and it is inconvenient to speak."
The producer and others also echoed: "The director has worked hard, and the minor injury will not be on the line of fire."
Xue Tingyun didn't know what to say. In this situation, it sounds like the management has finalized the actor, and the director has grievances, so he has such an attitude of cooperating but not fully cooperating: Anyway, I am here, what do you think? I do what I do, and there is no room for me to speak.
Wang Ziye had already figured it out for himself for a long time. At this time, he consistently said, "It's okay, as long as the final scene is finished, you don't need to care about these details."
Xue Tingyun thought about it and suggested: "Maybe there is a chance to meet the director alone? You want to act well, he wants to direct well, you both have one purpose, both are for the good of the show, and you will work together for more than half a year in the future. Having knots and misunderstandings is not good for work.”
It depends on Wang Ziye's own character. He would never think of doing this step. He just waits for joining the group in the future, and uses his actions to let the director know that he is not... a simple relationship.
"I think about it." Wang Ziye replied wearily.
Today is his duty. After ten o'clock, he took a shower and the heating temperature was high, so he only wore a vest and shorts, his long legs overlapped, and he sat on the bedside and played with his mobile phone, waiting for Xue Tingyun to come from the opposite door.
"We have a straight male" group
Xiaojian should have heard about the progress from President Huo, and spread flowers in the group: "Congratulations to Uncle Wang! I'm going to play the mansion door!"
Prince Ye: …
Qin Zhen didn't know why, so he ran to follow Sahua first: "Congratulations, Pharaoh! Hexi Pharaoh!"
Then he asked, "Will the gate of the mansion be remade?"
Jane explained it again.
Qin Zhen: "Ula! Will you invite Teacher Siqin Gaowa to make a cameo?"
Jane: "Can this be said?"
Qin Zhen: "Yes, yes, Old Wang must have been wrinkled with laughter these two days."
Xiao Jian and Qin Zhen laughed for a while.
Prince Ye: …
He finally said something in the group: "I've been a little annoying these two days."
Xiaojian: "I'm more annoying than you."
Qin Zhen: "I'm more annoying."
Xiaojian: "I always feel like my life is going well."
Qin Zhen: "There are some extremes."
Wang Ziye thought to himself what the hell is Rinyma! But joins it uncontrollably: "I guess I'm still not used to it."
Xiaojian: "From obscurity."
Qin Zhen: "Someone likes it."
Wang Ziye couldn't help laughing and crying: "Stop!"
Qin Zhen: "It just so happened that I also forgot the following word 233."
Xiaojian: "What's wrong with Uncle Wang? What's the trouble?"
Wang Ziye typed a line and deleted it again. It is not appropriate to tell Xiaojian that his family's efforts are not thankful for Mr. Huo's efforts.
Wang Ziye: "When will Zhenguo come back? Come to my house for dinner and tell me in person."
Qin Zhen said that he would return to Beijing on the weekend, and the three of them made an appointment to gather for a day next week.
After chatting ironically with his friends, Wang Ziye's mood improved.
But why didn't Xue Tingyun come?
...how about unexcused absences?
He threw his phone aside and knocked on the opposite door.
Xue Tingyun opened the door, wearing an all-black long-sleeved pajamas and rimless glasses, with a gentle appearance, and said, "What's wrong?"
Wang Ziye looked into the room and found that the other party was actually reading a book before opening the door. He immediately said in shock: "You are malicious absenteeism, and the client came to the door, and you are still arrogant?"
Next, he arrogantly broke into Teacher Xue's boudoir, violently forced the gentle and harmless Teacher Xue to kiss him, savagely pressed people on the bed, and rudely did whatever he wanted.
Xue Tingyun said: "Fuck, he was about to enter the door, he stumbled on the door, and he fell into my arms, so he naturally kissed.
Wang Ziye said: What I said is true, with his broken lower lip as proof, tonight I am the most brutal and rude 1 in Dongcheng District.
These two Mr. 1 have always been addicted to self-bragging, whether it is true or false, let's test it freely.
In short, after the end, the two of them were still breathing, and they kissed each other lingeringly, wrapping each other's waists, and you praised each other very hot.
As a result, both faces were flushed red, the breath that had just recovered was messed up again, and the dishes were love and comparison, and they were not even teased.
Take a shower together.
The hands of the two of them look very similar, and occasionally they shake hands, and they look like their left and right hands if they are not carefully identified. But in some cases, it can be clearly distinguished. Xue Tingyun likes to tease people in a slow and slow manner, but Wang Ziye can't control his strength and often messes up.
At the end, the two went to bed holding hands, satisfied and ready to sleep.
"I thought you weren't in the mood today." Xue Tingyun recruited. He was really absent from work on purpose, but the reason was tenable, and he seemed to be very understanding.
After a second thought, Wang Ziye also wanted to be absent, and said deeply: "Tomorrow I may really be in a bad mood."
Xue Tingyun closed his eyes, pinched Wang Ziye's fingers, and said, "It doesn't matter, tomorrow I will be the most unkind 1 in Dongcheng District."
Dongcheng District: You two move out, I want shame.
Two days later, Wang Ziye received the script of the period drama, and he was shocked when he saw it. The great god has worked on the script for two years, and there is no idle writing in the storyboard, and no nonsense in the lines.
After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to follow Xue Tingyun's suggestion and have a private talk with the director to show his attitude.
The director's team was still auditioning for other important roles. Wang Ziye contacted him in advance before going there. He was directly invited into the conference room that he had been to once before. After entering the door, he was shocked to find that the producer and producer of that day were not there today. Only the director and There are two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, who are the screenwriter team with the director, and an old gentleman with white hair and beard, who is the writer himself.
The director was polite and asked Wang Ziye to take a seat next to him. The appointment with the audition actor will be later, so can chat with him in a few minutes.
Wang Ziye: "..."
All the cultural people in this room looked at him, which made him feel a very strong sense of oppression and embarrassment.
"You don't have much time." The director said, and smiled inexplicably.
Wang Ziye decided to avoid the shortcoming, gave up trying to get an axe, and took out a bundle of bound papers from his handbag, which were densely filled with handwritten words.
"Director, teachers," he said, "all I want to say is here."
A screenwriter who was closer to him took it, and the director leaned over suspiciously and looked slightly surprised.
It was a biography written by Wang Ziye, and it was five or six pages long.
When the director and the screenwriter looked at the pages together, Wang Ziye noticed the makeup test photos on the table next to him, and was puzzled. He hadn't been notified to shoot this.
As if aware of his expression, the director said, "You can take a look."
He took it and turned it over to look at it. When he reached one of them, his movements stopped.
The person in this photo is wearing a Huadan costume, but there is no upper part of the face, only half of the body is played, the right hand twists the orchid finger, and the toes are also pointed to make a cloud step start, but the left hand is holding one. The Zisha Xishi pot has a look that combines the debauchery of the old gentleman and the fanatical pursuit of something.
Wang Ziye: "..."
He recognized the appearance, the role he was going to play.
He also recognized the actor as a senior brother from China Opera. I'm called Senior Brother because they have attended the master acting class of the same teacher, they have seen it a few times, and they have been in touch with them. Play a supporting role.
The actor who came to audition has arrived. Wang Ziye knows why the writer himself has come. Today, the audition is for the role of the writer's own "mother".
The director left the biography of the characters and said that he would take a closer look at it later.
Wang Ziye said goodbye and left.
Back in his car, Xiang Wan saw that his face was not good, handed him water, and asked if he wanted something to eat. He said he wanted a cup of coffee.
There was a coffee shop across the road, so Bart got out of the car and went to buy coffee first.
There were only two brothers and sisters left in the car, and Wang Ziye said to his sister, "My role, maybe, has already been decided."
Xiang Wan: "..."
Wang Ziye immediately understood, and said sullenly, "You already knew?"
Xiang Wan had to admit that when the agent first came into contact with the project, the other party said that the roles of the male lead and the eldest son and second son had already been decided on as actors, and the director and the writer had negotiated together. Both the artistic image and the real characters were chosen. Good actors fit well and don't want to change.
But in the end...
"I see." Wang Ziye said, "We gave too much."
Xiang Wan said: "It's such a coincidence that I'll show you the makeup photo just in time to see it. Did the director do it on purpose?"
This possibility cannot be ruled out. But it doesn't matter. What Xiang Wan can hear, Wang Ziye will know sooner or later.
Bart came back with coffee and bought a heated European bag.
"Thank you." Wang Ziye said.
"Brother Ye, you're welcome." Bart and Xiangwan exchanged glances and understood, and directly said the actor's name, "I think at least one thing, he is definitely not as good-looking as Brother Ye, nor is he necessarily better than Brother Ye. Well done."
Xiang Wan said: "Yes, yes, he doesn't look good, so he acts like that."
Wang Ziye said very seriously: "He just has few opportunities, and he still plays very well."
Bart said indiscriminately, "It's over 30, so it's time to look away. If you really want to be popular, you'll go to the sea and perform late and change, but you still can't get out of it, and you don't have the ambition to work."
Wang Ziye was so frightened that he almost spilled the coffee, and hurriedly checked to see if anyone was passing by. When someone heard it, their team could only hang the southeast branch together.
Xiang Wan also immediately cleared the relationship: "The above remarks only represent Bart's personal opinion, and have nothing to do with the artist Wang Ye and the first assistant Xiang Wan. If you want to spray, please look for Bart, his real name is unknown."
He asked Bart again, "By the way, what's your real name?"
How dare Bart say at this time, "My name is Xue Tingyun."