gender doesn't matter

"Before the filming starts, if you want to play the heroine, please come to me." Director Gu Da still didn't give up.

What a strange old man!

I smiled at him, even though I knew I would definitely not go to him, but I still want to thank him for his kindness: "Thank you, Director Gu, for your love."

Director Gu snorted twice, and said arrogantly: "Go in and audition, don't expect me to let you go through the back door."

"..." The back door has already been opened, okay?

But even if I go through the back door, I still hope to get the approval of the crew.I don't want to stare at the words "the vase through the back door" every day when I'm filming.

After all, this is the first play I received.

What's more, since Qi Qi gave me the script and told me to play the leading role, I have studied the script several times.

I can't say I'm sure about the other parts, but I can't say I'm [-]% sure about the part where the hero is expelled by the villagers because his eyes are different from ordinary people's eyes, but there are still eighty-nine percent.

Not because of acting skills, but because of the same experience.

That feeling!

I slowly closed my eyes, the sky in front of me was as clean as freshly washed, the green hills were as green as drops, the small river passed by the entrance of the village, seven or eight children were playing with mud by the river, their innocent faces were full of joy A smile that is not stained with joy.

At the tip of the big banyan tree with crooked neck that has existed for an unknown number of years by the small river, a little boy who is only five or six years old and wearing a ragged clothes that can hardly be called, is lying on the top of the tree cautiously, looking enviously at the treetop. Children playing by the river.

In the changeable weather in summer, a strong wind suddenly blows, and the trees are swaying.

The treetops were especially powerful. The little boy was obviously scared to death, but he just gritted his teeth tightly and held on to the branches, letting his small and thin body sway in the wind along with the treetops without making a sound.

The moment the wind blew, the children playing with mud by the river under the tree also got up and ran home.Because he got up too hard, one of the children tripped over a stone and staggered and fell into the river.

Seeing the little friend fall into the river, the children who were smiling just now were all frightened and dumbfounded. They stood dumbfounded, and even some timid ones fell to the ground and were at a loss.

The little boy on the tree happened to see this scene, and he was entangled in his heart for a long time, holding back his fear and climbing down the tree, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Ergou, Sanmao, pull him out quickly."

In fact, the river is not deep, but very shallow. Of course, drowning a child is not a problem at all.

Although the little boy had already given the order, none of the frightened children would listen to his words to save others.

By the time the little boy endured his fear and climbed down the tree to rescue the child who fell into the water, he had already lost his breath.

Although they are playmates who play with each other every day, they are dead when they die.

A group of children were crying loudly, shouting: "monsters" "monsters."

The crying was so loud that it alarmed the parents working in the field, and soon some parents who were close to her rushed over.

Seeing the little boy, he pulled his frightened child behind him, put on a defensive look, and shouted in a bravado, "Monster, what are you going to do?"

Although his voice was loud, it was not difficult to hear that his voice was trembling.

After a while, they saw more people, and they became more courageous.

I don't know who opened the mouth to curse "monster". Just now, the villagers kept their mouths tightly shut. The villagers who watched cautiously looked like a flood that opened the gate. The insults overflowed from those seemingly innocent mouths one after another.

Duan Duan was actually cruel.

What madness, what shameless monsters, and some people even cursed: Damn monsters, even children will not be spared.

But, why don't they think about it, the monster in their mouth is just a five or six-year-old doll, but this little doll has a pair of blood-red eyes that are different from everyone else's.

Therefore, he became a monster in their mouths.

That's why he was abandoned by his parents and bullied by his neighbors.

So, even though he is the son of the village chief, he has to sleep in the open; he obviously wants to play with other children, but he only dares to lie on the top of a tall tree and watch secretly; He dared not say a word.

But it was such a child, when he saw the child falling into the water, he climbed down the tree without thinking.

Then, then...

What responded to him was the merciless abuse of the villagers and the speeding stones.

One after another, "monsters" flew towards the little boy mercilessly, stone by stone.

The little boy dodged in embarrassment. After all, he was young and his body was thin. Although most of them escaped, some of them fell on him.

Because of the arm guards, the two small tender white arms have become dripping with blood.

The blood dripped on the ground, leaving a bright red streak on the ground.

"It wasn't him." The voice of a little boy named Nuonuo said in the crowd, "Hui Hui fell into the water by himself, no... um..." Obviously his mouth was covered.

"Even if it wasn't him, it must have something to do with him." The mother of the child who had fainted just now yelled after waking up, and a huge stone flew towards the little boy like a wind through her hands that had been working all the year round.

"I want him to be buried with Huihui in my family." As he said that, he had already forgotten that the child was the monster they talked about, and rushed forward to beat the little boy, even if he was held back, he continued to struggle.

He shouted loudly: "He must be a monster. If he stays in our village, it will be a disaster. He might eat the people in the village someday."

Such nonsensical and baseless words, but those ignorant villagers still believe them.

A word of 'monster', a sound of 'roll' and stones flew towards the little boy.

The little boy was forced to run forward by them...

I still don't forget to look back at my father standing in the crowd

He stood expressionless, although he didn't hit him, he didn't mean to speak for him, he let others abuse him, let the stones fall on his thin body, and let the blood stay on his body...

As if he wasn't his child.

The feeling of loneliness spreads all over my body. At this moment, I am that child. I can feel his helplessness, his desire to be recognized and understood, and his pain when he is not recognized or understood. Frustrated and lonely.

I'm him, but I'm not him. I'm that transvestite who was chased and beaten by little boys on the street.

Sad feeling.

This feeling...hasn't appeared in a long time.

Involuntarily, a tear fell from my eye, I don't know if it was because of the little boy or myself.

The tears fell on the ground, and although they didn't stir up a ripple, they pulled me out of that intense grief.

It may be because of my personal experience, or because my feelings are relatively real. The sadness I expressed was too pitiful and strong, which aroused the kindness deep in the hearts of all the interviewers present.

So, when I was done, they were all still sad about the sadness I had brought them. #####