Chapter 3 Audition

The story of "The Sea of ​​That Year" begins with the encounter between the male protagonist's younger brother and the female protagonist. The first scene of the film is that the younger brother is stupid and drinks rainwater on a heavy rainy day.

This is also the reason why Si Miao wants this role. Most of the audience will have a clear impression of the first character to appear.

Si Miao's T-shirt looked very old, with more than half of the patterns missing, but it was very clean.

Seeing that he had soiled his clean clothes in just three or two strokes, the staff couldn't help but sigh that devoting themselves to art is not just talk.

After two or three seconds, Si Miao put on a silly expression, he kicked off his shoes, and his snow-white feet were exposed in the air, dazzlingly white.

But after just two steps, his feet got dirty. He staggered forward and ran to a pool of muddy water. He seemed to see something very interesting, and knelt on the ground with a bang.

The sound of his knees hitting the marble floor was dull and scratching his ears, and a trace of doubt flashed on Guo Zhao's face - it was not written in the script.

This scene should be about the younger brother running in the rain, raising his head to catch the rain falling from the sky while running.

Guo Zhao walked to Si Miao's side, wanting to see what kind of abacus this man was playing.

The next scene made him almost stop shouting.

I saw the boy tilting his head left and right at the muddy water, finally unable to restrain his curiosity, he picked up a handful of muddy water...

Take it to your mouth and drink it!

"Snapped"

"You kid..." Guo Dao was so angry, he reached out and slapped Si Miao's hand away.

But Si Miao was obviously still in the play, with black mud soup on the corner of his mouth, he turned around slowly, his eyes were full of emptiness, confusion and confusion.

As if asking: "Why don't you let me drink it?"

The moment he saw this look, Guo Zhao's heart seemed to be bitten by a toothless kitten, sour and itchy.

The staff next to him were also stunned, as if there was a 100% dementia child in front of him, stupid and foolish.

In the end, Guo Zhao reacted first.

"Get up, child." Guo Zhao secretly sighed.

Si Miao was still immersed in the situation just now, and stammered, "You, what do you think of me, how do I feel?"

Guo Zhao lowered his head and patted Si Miao's shoulder, "I'll consider it."

Hearing this sentence, the fluke that just rose in Si Miao's heart was gone.

Common sense in modern society: "I think about it" is about equal to "You have no fun".

It's one thing if you don't try hard, but it's another thing about the result. The matter has come to this point, there is no need for Si Miao to continue to entangle. He bowed to Guo Zhao, "Sorry, I wasted your time, you are busy, I will go first."

When he got to the door, he remembered that he was still barefoot, and ran back to get his shoes. A well-meaning female employee grabbed him and stuffed him with a few packs of tissues with red eyes.

Guo Zhao didn't feel very well in his heart, but what he said was not a lie, the actor of the male No. 4 had indeed been decided.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the top floor.

The top floor of Dongfang Pictures only has the administration office and the president's office. When Guo Zhao entered, Ji Yuedong and his assistant didn't know what to say.

Guo Zhao came to ask for money. In fact, Qian Dongfang gave it to him. As a result, the male No. 4 had an accident and faced the problem of re-casting and re-casting. Not to mention the delay, public relations was a huge expense.

In terms of money, Ji Yuedong has always been unambiguous. It is a small probability event that he encounters a bad actor. There is no other way but to recognize the bad luck.

Guo Zhao finally had a pitiful smile on his face when Ji Yuedong signed his name, "Yuedong, the lights on the set are all ready, I'll go back first."

"Hold on."

Guo Zhao just got up and was called back by Ji Yuedong.

Even though he had cooperated with Ji Yuedong several times, Guo Zhao was still unable to get close to this junior. He asked the other party the purpose of calling him with his eyes.

"The role of He Ming..." Ji Yuedong stretched out two well-jointed fingers, clasped it on the table a few times, and said solemnly, "Play it for Si Miao."

He Ming is the name of the fourth male, Guo Zhao pulled his face down.

"I'm afraid not," Guo Zhao explained patiently, "Yuedong, He Ming's actor has been decided."

Ji Yuedong didn't say anything else, just repeated lightly: "Guo Director."

There is no following, nor is it an inquiry, it is just a sentence.

Guo Zhao's face changed again and again, and after a while, he squeezed a word out of his teeth, "Okay."

But for any production crew, it is inevitable that two actors will be squeezed in by the investor. It is called bringing money into the crew, but in fact it is relying on various relationships to get in and get familiar with each other.

Guo Zhao didn't know when Si Miao climbed the high branch in the east, and left with a black face. The sound of slamming the door echoed in the empty floor, loudly.

Wang Xiaohui walked over and locked the door with a slightly hesitant expression, "Mr. Ji, Director Guo and Jiang Li were photographed going out to dinner a few days ago, and Jiang Cheng was also present."

Jiang Li, Shenghe Entertainment's most powerful agent, Jiang Cheng is her younger brother and a signed artist of Shenghe.

"Jiang Li and Director Guo are old classmates. He Ming's role is 80% for Jiang Cheng."

"Well," Ji Yuedong said, "then?"

"Then......"

Then make a substitution on the spot, it will be very embarrassing for Director Guo.

Ji Yuedong looked back from the window.

After a few seconds, he snorted softly: "Xiaohui, don't forget, I'm a businessman."

Si Miao sat barefoot at the Dongfang gate for a long time, and the phone rang twice before he recovered.

"Hello, hello."

"It's okay, it's me," Zhou Jiayan's disgust was passed along the phone, "Your broken phone is not working anymore?"

Si Miao honestly admitted: "Well, there is no caller ID."

"Hurry up...hey," Zhou Jiayan sighed, "Have you blocked Mr. Guo?"

"It's blocked, he asked me to try it out."

"Great!" Zhou Jiayan shouted, "How is it, has it been done?"

Si Miao said calmly, "No."

"It's alright," the other side comforted, clearly guessing the ending a long time ago, "Let's try our best, do you have a class this afternoon, and are you going to have a meal at night?"

There's nothing a BBQ can't fix, and if there is, two. Si Miao promised to treat guests, and wiped the water on his feet with a tissue, "There is a class in the afternoon, see you after class."

"Okay, see you after class!"

"By the way," Si Miao asked before Zhou Jiayan hung up the phone, "Brother Yan, can you drive here?"

"what?"

"Help me carry something."

"Small idea!"

After being immersed in the water for too long, her toes were wrinkled, so Si Miao put on her shoes and took the bus back to school.

This afternoon is a cultural class. The H-electricity courses are very loosely arranged in the sophomore year, because by this time, many students with resources or good luck have signed up for the company and started to take part in the show, and less than half of them can clock in on time every day.

Si Miao also had a trick to run, and only came to class when he had nothing to do. He spent the afternoon transcribing his notes, and went to the professor's office after the get out of class bell rang.

His tutor was an old professor who taught lines. He was highly respected and reasonable. Si Miao told him that he would go back to his hometown and ask for two days off. He approved the slip without thinking.

The whole time, the old professor looked at him with that kind of sympathetic eyes.

When he first began to understand the meaning in his eyes, Si Miao was at a loss and grateful, and when he came into contact with him more, he became numb.

He returned to the dormitory without any disturbance. He would have to live with the owner of the Internet cafe in the future, so he needed to pack up and take it with him.

There are not many things, two or three changes of clothes, a few pairs of underwear, socks, and a few books. These things do not take up space, and a backpack can fit them.

What Zhou Jiayan needed to help him move was a quilt. Si Miao slept and recognized the quilt since he was a child. Half a month before he came to school in H City, his mother sewed a quilt for him, stitch by stitch.

It's been two years, and it's still as white as new.

Si Miao rolled up the quilt and stuffed it into a big plastic bag. Maybe the movement was a little loud. Feng Sheng, who was lying on the upper right bunk, turned over with all his might, making the bed creaky.

Si Miao tried his best to slow down and make his voice quieter, Feng Sheng said impatiently, "Fucking that ragged quilt, how long has it been covered, I can smell the stench from so far away."

Si Miao is a bit of a clean freak. She is much cleaner than most boys. Her clothes are washed once a day, and the quilt is basically dried when she is free, so it is impossible to smell at all.

Feng Sheng's words were purely provocative. He couldn't get used to Si Miao for a long time. Seeing that Si Miao stopped, Feng Sheng sat up with his arms on his back and looked at him defiantly.

Si Miao also looked back.

After a while, the sound of fiddling with plastic bags sounded again, mixed with a coldness that was not suitable for his age, "Feng Sheng, it's not my quilt that is dirty, but your heart."

"Fuck! Who are you talking about?! You, you come back to me?!"

Feng Sheng jumped up angrily and almost didn't kowtow, Si Miao didn't bother to pay attention to him, and simply dragged the plastic bag out of the bedroom.

Zhou Jiayan had been waiting downstairs in the dormitory, Si Miao walked out of the building door and went straight to the familiar van.

"I changed my hair color again." Si Miao put the quilt in the back row and jumped on the passenger side.

Zhou Jiayan patted his bangs, "How about it, is it upside-down sentient beings?"

"..." Si Miao honestly commented, "It doesn't seem to be."

The orange-yellow-orange hair color is cut short on both sides, leaving a strip in the middle, and a sullen lightning bolt is attached to the scalp on the left.

Others rely on their hairstyles to set off their faces, while Zhou Jiayan uses their faces to support their hairstyles. If it wasn't for his handsome looks, this hairstyle would have been caught in the chicken coop and kept crying.

Zhou Jiayan whistled at Si Miao, "Lu Xun said that you need to discover beautiful eyes."

He turned the key three times before the van caught fire, "What did you take, your quilt?"

"Um."

"Where are you going to take?"

Si Miao fastened her seat belt and "bring it to her new home."

"New home?" Zhou Jiayan started the car, "Are you going to rent a house and live by yourself?"

"No," Si Miao pursed her lips, "Brother Yan, I'm married."

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