The joy in my heart is related to you [entertainment circle]

Seeing his expression, Zhou Wei's heart trembled, and his throat became dry.

Si Wei smiled lightly, and asked self-deprecatingly, "Zhou Wei, in your eyes, am I particularly withdrawn and stubborn?"

Zhou Wei's high mood suddenly fell to the ground, and he was dumbfounded by his wording: "What is withdrawn and stubborn? Don't use a word after you learn it!" He added earnestly, "You are not withdrawn, but slow, and many Everyone has this kind of situation, it’s not a big deal. Also, you are not stubborn, you are just serious and have your own persistence. When you use it in your work, it is always beneficial, but in your relationship..."

Zhou Wei was burned to the tongue by these two words, and shut up quickly.

——In the relationship, you will be a very good lover!

He silently completed the words in his heart, and couldn't help but think that Si Wei showed his liking to him, he was very guilty!

It's not that I don't like Si Wei, it's just that I know myself too well and wonder whether I can go on and go for a long time.

Of course, it is not easy to break the cognition of more than 20 years, and it is more because I know that I used to enjoy ambiguity more than emotion, he is really tea and scum!

Si Wei told him that the limit was three months, and he understood what he meant—either the relationship would go on naturally, or Si Wei forgot about him and started a new relationship.

"Si Wei, you are very good, better than most people I know!" Zhou Wei's eyes were gentle, falling on his rubbed fingers, smiling slowly, and whispered to himself softly, "Yes I wasn't good enough emotionally, and I was afraid I'd 'relapse'."

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The next day, Si Wei called Sister Zhao and said that he wanted to go to "Your Starry Sky" to audition for the role of "son" Xiaoguo in the film.

Sister Zhao said: "My mother! You finally figured it out, I'm dying of anxiety! Do you know how many people have been rumored to play this role in the past few days?"

"It's troublesome for you. I'm just auditioning. Whether I can be selected is still unknown."

After negotiating a good time with the producer, Sister Zhao personally took him to the audition.

On the way there, Si Wei had been doing mental training for himself. When he arrived at the film studio's workplace, he was soon arranged to change clothes and put on makeup.

This audition is to wear makeup.

The film is a modern drama, and the costumes and makeup are much simpler than ancient costumes.

The role of Xiaoguo started at the age of 17, and Si Wei's age has become younger, but it is not too difficult.

Xiaoguo is somewhat autistic, and there are not many lines in the play, and a lot of shots are expressed in movements, expressions and eyes.

The audition scene that Si Wei chose was "Pumpkin Lantern".

There is not a single line in this scene, and the characters are only expressed through expressions and actions.

After Si Wei put on her makeup, she sat in front of the makeup mirror with her eyes closed, thinking about the upcoming performance.

Sister Zhao seemed more nervous than him, walking up and down in the dressing room.

I couldn't bear it anymore, and confirmed with him again: "Si Wei, are you sure that this scene is safe? Not even a single line."

Si Wei opened his eyes and looked at her in the mirror: "Sister Zhao, it's too late for me to change now, right?"

Sister Zhao said: "Others have more or less a few lines in their selections, so they can help establish a character. You don't have a line in this one. If the performance is not good, you don't have an alternative scene?"

Si Wei closed her eyes again and said, "Sister Zhao, whether you succeed or not, that's all."

The staff of the producer knocked on the door and came in, informing them that they could go to the audition.

Si Wei followed the staff to the audition room, and found that in order to allow the audition artist to better enter the role, the furnishings inside were very similar to the Xiao Guojia described in the script.

However, a closer look is rougher.

The camera and lighting have all been set up, and the assistant director in charge of the audition is already sitting behind the monitor.

Sitting next to the assistant director was a handsome young man in his 20s.

The three-dimensional facial features are more European, with deep eyebrows and high nose bridge.

When looking at people, his eyes are clear and scrutinizing.

Freshly cut hair, sideburns are neat and well-defined.Wearing a simple white T-shirt can still stand out from the crowd.

Si Wei's eyelids twitched twice. He had seen a photo of this young man on the Internet - Tang Jiayang!

Tang Jiayang only looked up at him for a moment when he entered the door, and then quickly lowered his head.

Si Wei came over to greet the audition director. He didn't intend to speak, but still looked down at the materials, probably because he didn't want the audition actors to pay too much attention to him, the chief director, and distract the audience.

Si Wei went to the temporary folding table and sat down.

On the table are the knives for making jack-o'-lanterns.

There is also a medium-sized pumpkin, the seeds inside have been cleaned out, the facial features have been drawn, and it is almost half done.

I don't know how many auditions the artists' hands were carved with overlapping lines, obviously not a single person with a knife.

Jack-o'-lanterns will appear in three scenes.

My mother accompanied the 17-year-old Xiaoguo to carve a jack-o-lantern. This prop will be used for Halloween, and it is also one of the favorite parts of audition candidates-most of the lines on it are carved in this part.

The scene of carving jack-o-lanterns that Si Wei wanted to perform, because there were no lines and no supporting actors, there were almost no candidates.

The scene he chose, in addition to the 17-year-old state, will also be interspersed with the memories of Xiaoguo when he was 5 years old-carving with his mother, and his father who was not doing well at work suddenly came home, got angry at them, and grabbed the unfinished work. The jack-o-lantern shattered.

17-year-old Xiaoguo was carving a jack-o-lantern when he suddenly heard the neighbor's door slam. Just like when he was a child, Xiaoguo's father slammed the door with his hands every time he came home!

He was evoked by the slamming door, and after accidentally breaking the jack-o-lantern, he lost his temper, smashed the pumpkin, flipped the table, and smashed everything around him just like his father in memory.

This scene is to express Xiaoguo's fear of domestic violence memories, his father's anger at taking them out, and the struggle of the shadow of hard work.

He has high requirements for emotional control, expression transformation, and body movements. If he can't act well, he will look like a lunatic.

Si Wei picked up the knife to test the feel, put it back on the table, brewed up his emotions, and nodded to the director: "Director, I'm ready."

"Okay! Attention all departments," the director shouted, "Action!"

Before the director spoke, Si Wei had already adjusted quickly.

Hearing "Action", he picked up the pumpkin on the table and looked around, and whistled twice softly to express his joy at the moment.

The pumpkin was placed steadily on the table in front of him, he picked up the carving knife from the side, and clamped the handle of the knife with the fingers of his right hand.

With one clamp and one mistake, the knife turned twice between the fingers, and was pinched by the fingers in a balanced manner. The tip of the knife neatly dug out a triangular eye on the pumpkin.

Next comes the nose, mouth and teeth.

His fingers were nimble, and a pile of pumpkin crumbs soon appeared on the table, and the jack-o-lantern he was holding was about to be completed.

From time to time he stopped to look left and right, showing satisfaction.

There was the sound of footsteps going upstairs behind him, and then an entrance door was slammed shut with a bang!

The knife that was concentrating on carving the pumpkin was tilted, and a deep and long cut was cut at the corner of the carved mouth, a bit like the clown in "The Dark Knight".

The hand holding the carving knife stopped.

"Xiao Guo" stared intently at the extra incision, put down the knife, and rubbed the wound with his fingers, trying to smooth it out.

This is simply impossible!His focused eyes were full of irritability and patience, and he was still trying to think of a way.

The crumbs of the pumpkin on the table were crushed by his fingers and stuffed into the tiny gaps.

The cut edge left by the flat knife was originally just a thin line, because he kept stuffing the pumpkin crumbs into it forcefully, the strength of his hand was too strong, and the crispy pumpkin was hard to be broken off by his fingers!

A corner of the pumpkin collapsed, as if the tension in my heart was also broken!

"Xiaoguo"'s nostrils fluttered, and he took two deep breaths, his eyelids drooped to cover the irritability in his eyes.

He put down the pumpkin and turned to go to the kitchen, where he could fetch a new pumpkin.

But this one is about to be finished, so it's broken? !

"Xiaoguo" suddenly turned around and stared fiercely at the pumpkin on the table!He took two big strides back, grabbed the pumpkin roughly, and stared at the broken gap with eyes that looked like trash.

The fingers tightened involuntarily, and the pumpkin flesh squeezed by his fingers overflowed from between the fingers, staining the white fingers.

He tried to stabilize his emotions and wanted to put the pumpkin back, but when his eyes touched the gap, his suppressed emotions seemed to find a breakthrough. He lifted the pumpkin up high, like Xiaoguo's father, and threw it viciously with a sense of vent. underground!

"Crack!" The pumpkin shattered into several pieces and splashed all over the ground.

"Xiaoguo" chased after him, wanting to stamp his foot, but raised his leg, and soon turned around with him and stepped on the open space next to him, trying to control his irritability.

He rubbed his hands vigorously on his face, trying to wake up his reason.

But it was useless, his emotions could no longer be suppressed, and his eyes began to become fierce and cold.

The pumpkin puree on his hands was rubbed on his face by him. Against the backdrop of his pale face, he looked coquettish and sticky.

"Xiaoguo" rushed over and stomped the pumpkin's still smiling face fiercely, making it completely shattered into mud, and it couldn't see its shape!

He was still angry when he stepped on the pumpkin, overturned the table, lifted the chair to smash other "furniture", when he smashed the "TV" on the wall, the chair that was raised above his head stopped.

The black "television" screen reflects his ferocious movements at the moment - like Xiaoguo's childhood father!

"Xiaoguo" gritted his teeth and failed to smash it through twice.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the chair slipped from behind and fell to the ground, making a resigned landing sound, as if a certain part fell loose.

"Xiaoguo" stared at the TV, two tears welled up in his eyes, he shook his hands and moved his lips, wanting to beg for mercy from the shadow in the "TV" just like he was submissive to his father when he was a child.

After taking a few deep breaths, he tilted his head, and seemed to realize that the shadow in the "television" was himself, not the father who frightened him.

His expression slowly froze, he couldn't believe that it was him, how could he become the look he hated before?

He stretched out his hand to touch his tearful face, his fingers barely touched the screen, tears poured out from his eyes, he raised his hand, and wiped it off with his sleeve!

He bit his lip until it hurt, but he still couldn't control the tears pouring out. He stubbornly wiped away the tears with his sleeve over and over again.

Until the tears were wiped away, the 17-year-old "Junior Xiaoguo" raised his chin slightly, looked at the shadow in the "TV" contemptuously, with a victorious smile on his face, quickly bit his lips stubbornly, raised his His eyes looked somewhere on the roof, holding back the tears that he wanted to shed.

"Card!"